All for Love

By: Vickie Tern

Note: Contains castration theme.

"I must say, this is one of their best tables, Kim. A little
exposed perhaps, but I enjoy being looked at when I'm well-dressed
and accompanied by someone even better-dressed. Being seen is our
reward for all the effort we go to to make ourselves beautiful.
Even here you've managed to attract some admiring glances, I
notice. Isn't that a good feeling? Everyone thinks you're just
lovely, and no one suspects anything else about you. But that's no
wonder, you're so thoroughly reshaped and rehabituated. How long
has it been now? Weeks? Months? When was the last time you went
out even vaguely resembling a man?"

"I don't know. Three or four months? More? From the beginning
Tracy wanted me to live full time as a woman and nothing else, so
the whole thing would become second nature. I tried dressing as a
man not long ago, but my movements are now so effeminate it was
laughable. I didn't dare leave the house."

"Then you should be feeling quite at ease now. Yet you seem edgy.
Why do you think our little excursion this evening is any different
from any of those you've taken with Tracy?"

"Eileen, I just don't know. Maybe because for the first time I'm
with you of an evening instead of Tracy. Maybe it was the odd way
Tracy was behaving earlier tonight when we were both fixing our
faces and getting ready to go out. She wanted me to wear my new
halter dress, for example, this one. 'Don't be afraid to look
sexy," she said. "It's time you showed a little cleavage now that
you've got some.' I still don't know why she thought I should dress
up. I'm out with you tonight only because Tracy's attending that
... whatever the thing is she has to go to tonight, and she didn't
want me sitting home alone. I mean, it's just us. We could have
worn jeans and gone for pizza. Yet instead here we are, done up
just gorgeous and seated in the finest French restaurant in town."

"I enjoy dressing up now and then. Tracy tells me you do too now
that you're well into it. She says your closet is like a grand
boutique."

"I suppose. It's wonderful how women need so many different
outfits, how they -- WE, Tracy wants me to say 'we women' -- we're
expected to dress according to occasion and mood and style and
season. It's endless. I love it, it's like a marvelous game Oh,
I'm reminded Eileen, Tracy told me to be sure to thank you for all
your help, all those shopping hints, and the lessons in feminine
behavior, for teaching me all sorts of things when she couldn't,
when she had to be at work. Also for agreeing to tonight. So,
thank you."

"You're very welcome, Kim. That's sweet of her to remind you and
sweet of you to remember. Tracy and I have been best friends ever
since I don't know when, and I've always thought you two were an
ideal couple, so I'd do anything for the both of you. So there's
nothing to thank me for, really, it's been my pleasure. But you
still haven't answered my question. You've been to restaurants
like this before with Tracy, and dressed as fashionably, and I know
she sends you out around town by yourself often so you'll get used
to being seen. So why so uneasy? No one here would ever dream you
were once a man. You're all girl down to the way you hold your
head and drape your hands. Just look at you! You're perfect."

"I guess that's true enough. When Tracy started me wearing these
clothes and teaching me how to behave she warned me I had to do it
flawlessly or I'd make a fool of myself. So I've really worked at
it. Took time off to devote myself to it full time. You've helped
a lot, Eileen, and I really am grateful to you for that. It's been
over a month since anyone stared hard at me when I've gone out.
Most of the time I don't even think about it, I go about my
business. Women in the street smile at me the way women do with
each other, and I smile back. And the men are all extra polite,
gentlemanly, especially when they see that I'm ... ahh, not
unattractive. They're never jesting or challenging with me the way
they are with each other. The way I used to be. Some men do get
pushy of course, but Tracy's taught me a few polite put-downs for
dealing with them."

"It is nice being one of us, isn't it. Tracy was sure you'd like
it once you got over your anxieties. She thinks you might want to
stay this way when your probation ends.

"Oh, I don't know. It's also nice being a man, though it'd take
time for me to convert myself back. And I'd miss all the fuss and
feathers. But Eileen, to answer your question, I really don't know
why I'm a little unsure of myself tonight. Because this is the
first time I've been out with a woman other than Tracy? Not
likely. I mean, you've been part of this practically from Day One,
giving Tracy ideas, reassuring me all the time, and so on. So I
don't know. Maybe it's just something Tracy said when you picked
me up tonight? She squeezed my hands a little extra hard and
looked me straight in the eye and said, 'Good luck honey! Don't
worry, you'll do fine! Have fun!' I wondered about that. She
seemed concerned for me. She's never done that before."

"Mmmmmmm!"

"It didn't help when we first arrived here and you left me for a
moment to talk to those men at the bar who were ogling us. Tracy
taught me to pay no attention whatever to men like that, lots of men
like to try their luck with unattached women. The way they were
staring at us I felt like a piece of meat. Did you know them?"

"Lots of men think all unattached women are pieces of meat, honey.
If you keep this up you'll just have to get used to it. No, I
didn't know them, but I knew of them. Tracy told me to look out
for two guys who might be here and if I saw them to give them a
message. That's who they were, so that's what I did. No more than
that. You saw."

"I guess."

"Here's the waiter. Would you like a drink? I'm having a vodka
martini."

"OK. The same."

"A vodka martini straight up for me, please, and a double for her."

"Why a double for me, Eileen?"

You're the one who feels nervous tonight, honey."

"Maybe you're right. Maybe it's this dress? I feel so exposed."

"Oh, Kim honey, don't be silly, you look exactly right. In this
restaurant all the men wear dinner jackets, and all the women wear
gowns like yours, designed to show lots of bare skin and lush
curves wrapped in exquisitely tailored fabrics. You fit in here
the same way you did when you wore the dinner jackets and Tracy
wore the gowns."

"I can hardly remember, it seems such a long time ago. But this is
what Tracy wanted. I'm so different -- only my name is the same."

"Yes, though I've wondered about that, you know? Have you always
been 'Kim'? That's a girl's name, as in 'Kim Basinger,' or 'Kim
Novak,' or 'Kim Stanley,' the movie actresses. Short for 'Kimberly'
I think. How did your parents happen to give you that name? Did
they want a girl when you were born? That might explain a few
things."

"They never went to the movies. They read a lot. There's this
novel by Rudyard Kipling called 'Kim,' about an Irish boy named
'Kimball' who grows up in India when it was still a British colony
and learns how to pass as an Indian. They hoped I'd grow up to be
'multicultural' the way he did."

"Did they raise you to be a girl as well as a boy? Teach you girl
culture?"

"No, that was Tracy's idea. You know that, she told me she talked
all this over with you first. You even know why I agreed to it."

"Yes. I just wondered. When I first met you, you struck me as a
lovely man with delicate features and a girl's name. I thought for
a moment you were a girl dressed butch. Tracy also has a boy's
name, well, say a unisex name, but no one would possibly ever
mistake Tracy for a boy. She's been all girl ever since I've known
her. We blossomed out together when we were in high school, did
you know that? It was such fun, pacing each other's progress into
womanhood. I had my period first, but she grew her breasts first,
and she gave her first blow job long before I decided which nerdy
boy deserved my first French kiss. And the rest of her? She had
the figure of a goddess before she was sixteen! But you know all
about that!"

"Yes, her figure is one of the reasons I fell so absolutely in love
with her, I can't deny it. But only one of the reasons. It's that
...I can't explain it, it's everything about her. I've always been
...I've always loved her so very deeply, passionately, helplessly,
with all my heart. I worship her. Everything about her. I have
from the moment I first saw her. She's everything to me."

"Kim, I believe you. And you're obviously still head over heels in
love with her, beyond all common sense. I know it, and you know
it. Yet it's Tracy who doesn't know it, who always needs to be
reassured. She's always had this self-deprecating streak in her.
There she is, a marvelous woman with a doting husband, and she
can't bring herself to believe she's fully worthy. Maybe because
her father left home when she was still young, so she never felt
secure in his love? Maybe because her mother was often somewhere
else when she needed her? Who knows. But that's how she is,
lacking confidence in herself and always probing the depth of your
love for her, always testing it. If you happen to tell her you
love everything about her, immediately she needs to see if you
really mean 'everything.' She has to push the limits. Only then
can she risk believing you."

"I don't mind. I'd do anything for her. I tell her that all the
time. And look at me, I've pretty much done it!"

"True enough. Here you are living like a woman for her, but it
still isn't quite enough. You do know she wants even more, don't
you?"

"More? What more is there? How?"

"You remember your promise to her when all this began?"

"Of course!"

"How it all came about? When you two were alone in bed and you
were being an affectionate husband and she was being an
affectionate wife, and the two of you were making love? Being
intimate the way you usually are, gently, quietly? She told me all
about it when she asked me how to use this tremendous gift you gave
her that night. She was on top of you, and as she rose and fell
and you were both enjoying the sweetness of it all she asked you
'How much do you love me?' Remember that?"

"I'll never forget it. I told her, 'To the length and breadth and
height my soul can reach,' that's what some poet says. Because it's
true. And then I said, 'Absolutely, completely, utterly,' because
that's true too."

"Yes. And she kept rising and falling on you, and she told you
that 'absolutely' and 'completely' and 'utterly' are only words,
and it's easy to say them when your cock is inside her. It's
what you're willing to do for her that really counts. And then you
said just what she wanted to hear. 'Tell me how I can prove it!
Put me to the test.' Isn't that so?"

"I told her that, yes. She was so gorgeous that night! So soft
and ... so ripe! Her cheeks all flushed and her breasts so very
... well, we'd already made love once that night, and I'd already
licked and sucked my cum back out of her the way I do after we've
made love. We were resting, getting ready to go to sleep. But then
for some reason she smiled softly and caressed me so tenderly, and
said she wanted more. So she mounted me and .... "

"What was it she said next? Do you remember?"

"'Will you do anything for me? Can you endure anything for me? Is
your love that intense? That pure?' I remember those words.
There have been times since then when I've had to remind myself
that was what she asked of me. It hasn't always been easy. I have
to remind myself how I answered her, too, sometimes."

"I can imagine. Believe me, she remembers all of it word for word.
She remembers that you said, 'Yes, I will! Try me!' You actually
asked her to try you. To test your love for her. And she asked,
'Are you sure?' and you said, 'Yes!'"

"Yes. That's just what I said, 'Yes!'"

"She tells me you were so close to cumming at that moment you might
not have realized what you were saying. Is that true?"

"I would have said it anyhow. I love her. Tracy is my life."

"Apparently so, Kim. I believe it. She told me that she decided
to test your love as no man's love has ever been tested before.
She wanted you to endure more for her sake than any man should ever
be expected to endure for the woman he loves. Then if you managed
to pass those tests, she wanted to reward you with yet another test
as no man has ever been rewarded. Three different phases of testing,
and she had all three in mind practically from the beginning."

"I remember she said those things. I told her to name each phase,
to tell me what to do and I'd do it. That my love for her knows no
bounds."

"And that was very noble of you. But she then scared the hell out
of you, didn't she? She told you that what she wanted was for you
to give up your manhood for her. Remember? In just those words,
'give up your manhood.'"

"Oh Lord, yes."

"She tells me you stared at her and your face turned white.
Because you thought she wanted you to cut off your balls. It's
odd, that's where men seem to locate their manhood. Not in their
moral character or their attitudes or manners or values, not even
in their physical strength. Only in their genitals, two balls and
a cock. Isn't that true? You thought she was asking you to become
a eunuch?"

"It did frighten me. Because I thought I'd have to do it or else
stand exposed as a fraud who just mouths words and doesn't mean
them. I felt trapped."

"Then when she realized how you'd misunderstood her, she eased you
back into reality and said 'No no, not that, I just mean for you to
cease to be a man.' Which didn't sound quite as severe I suppose,
but bad enough."

"Yes. Those were her words, 'to cease to be a man.' When she
asked me to 'give up my manhood' I was shocked, I admit it, but
'cease to be a man' was more puzzling than shocking. I couldn't
see how any man can ever 'cease to be a man' -- a man's a man, for
a' that, you know? She saw that again I'd misunderstood her, so
she tried a third time. What she really meant, she said, was that
I should cease to behave like a man. For a certain period of time,
perhaps, not forever, in token of my love for her. Sacrifice all
masculine behavior to prove my love for her."

"That's so. She told me she wanted that as undeniable proof of
your love and as a supreme test of its strength. She wanted you to
turn your own manliness against itself, to pit your love for her
against fear of humiliating your masculinity, and then see which
wins. How did you feel about that?"

"Eileen, I was so relieved she wasn't insisting on castration that
I told her 'yes, of course, gladly.' I asked her how she meant for
me to behave that wasn't manly. To pretend I was a wimp? A
coward? There's an old medieval tale, where a chivalrous knight is asked
by his lady fair to dishonor himself in a joust, to pretend
cowardice just for her. He does it and has to endure everyone's
contempt. But by doing it he's proved that his devotion to his lady
is absolutely selfless, and she rewards him accordingly. That's
what I thought she wanted."

"How chivalric of you. Her knight, Sir Kim. But you still didn't
understand her, did you?"

"No, it turned out I didn't. She said no, all she wanted was for
me to look like a woman and live like one for a while. That was
what she meant. That was the risk of humiliation I had to endure.
That was the proof of love she wanted me to offer her. To run a
risk of exposure and ridicule and ruined reputation for her sake.
She didn't know if I could do it. But I told her I was willing.
I could make that kind of sacrifice. If it pleased her, then it
would please me. That was what, last summer? So much has happened
since then."

"Just about. She told me all about it right after you agreed, so
I could help her plan what was involved."

"It figures. She's so unsure about so many things, and you're
never in doubt about anything. Anyhow, we began the next day. It
didn't seem much of a sacrifice at first. I told my partners
I needed a year's Sabbatical and they agreed to cover for me, and
that freed me to do whatever she wanted full time. She started
teaching me how to wear makeup and so on, each night something else
and all the next day spent practicing what I'd learned. How to
maintain a simple hairdo, nothing like this one, but still, a
woman's hairdo. And how to walk and talk, all the moves, like I
said. And what to wear on different occasions. How to relax
gracefully and show off my figure even when wearing tight jeans --
that took a little time and a lot of tucking, she wanted me to show
off a woman's crotch, as if the jeans were snugged tight into a
crease. Learning to walk in heels and make my rear move
provocatively but not too obviously, that took time too. All those
things you women do so naturally. I mean, we women do naturally.
You helped with a lot of those things."

"She told me you balked at only one thing, but then came around."

"That's right. She wanted me to take my birth control pills every
morning on waking up, like every other woman, and then another kind
of hormone pill I need because I don't have my own ovaries. Mainly
because that way I could keep keep my full head of hair for styling,
but also for the bonus, to make my face and body look less angular,
less manly, rounder, more feminine. I was uneasy about it, but in
the end I did it. For Tracy I'd do anything. There was a lot of
nausea and moodiness at first, even a little acne, but I got used to
it. I loved the way my nipples thickened and elongated as my breasts
came in. They got incredibly sensitive, erogenous even, Now
whenever Tracy touches or kisses them I just melt into a puddle and
she can do anything with me she wants. I'm glad I have them now.
In fact I'm rather proud of the fact that everything exposed by
this slinky dress I'm wearing is really me, that there's no filling
or padding. I suppose Tracy pushed me to look ultra-feminine in
order to save me from seeming some kind of pervert. But now as you
say, no one would dream I'm a man. Making me over so completely
was an act of love for her even while I was proving mine to her,
I'm sure of it."

"Didn't you ever question why she was putting you through all
that?"

"Sure. Of course I did. But to myself, never to her. After a
while looking and behaving like a woman wasn't too bad, considering
what I first thought she wanted. I could hack it. I decided that
well, that's her kink, and if my being less manly relieves her
insecurities and also proves how much I love her, I'll go along.
It's only for a time, she'd said. So even when my boobs started
growing in, I thought hey, I can live with them. Now I enjoy them.
I like the way they help fill a sweater."

"You actually sound pleased, Kim. Well let me tell you, Tracy's
been very pleased with you. From the beginning she couldn't stop
gushing to me about it, how you were a natural. That you took to
it so eagerly that the two of you went to Starbucks for coffee
dressed as women by the end of only the first week. And that you
went there all by yourself the end of the second week."

"I don't pretend I wasn't scared to death both times. The second
time Tracy followed me and watched me from outside the window as I
sat over my latte, ready to enter in case I got into trouble."

"Which you did, she told me, when some young man came over and
began to chat with you, and apparently offered to get you a refill
so he'd have an excuse to sit down at your table, She says the
look on your face was priceless. She almost came in to bail you
out, because she hadn't yet taught you any coping skills, how to
turn men away politely but firmly. Or how to amuse yourself with
them."

"Fortunately, he wasn't insistent. I just told him I was waiting
for a friend and he excused himself. It was that simple."

"Kim, let me say something. You're a very sweet man, or right now
I guess I should be calling you a very sweet 'girl,' and I
understand perfectly well why Tracy fell in love with you, and how
come she still bores all her friends to death by telling us over
and over that the day she married you was the happiest day of her
life, except for all the days of her married life ever since. That's
what she's always saying. You're sweet. That's your great virtue.
But making yourself over into a woman wasn't really the big deal for
you she thinks and you think."

"No? For me it was sometimes excruciating!"

"I can imagine. But let's look at it. You never were a hunk
physically. Mr. Muscles or Bill Stud? No way! No one has ever
accused you of excessive masculinity. And your face isn't craggy,
and you don't have a jutting jaw, so there's been no need for plastic
or cosmetic surgery to make your face feminine -- make-up does the
trick quite nicely. It was easy for her make you over into a
woman no one can doubt is a woman. A rather attractive woman too,
I've got to give you that. It's a rare achievement for both of
you, but not for someone with your gifts to begin with."

"It wasn't easy, Eileen. Don't kid yourself. I mean, we started
on this months and months ago, and I've practiced every move for
days at a time, Tracy insisted on it. That's why it all seems so
natural now. And I had to lose a lot of weight to thin down to
this willowy look. Tracy insisted on it, so when my rear and hips
and boobs came in they'd curve and protrude, they'd look fetching
on my body instead of just thickening it. Even so, this afternoon
it took the Palace of Beauty over four hours to change me into what
you see."

"Into -- say it. Be proud. Into a perfectly lovely woman."

"All right. I'll admit it. Yes. A lovely woman. It doesn't
embarrass me to say that any more. I like how I look in the
mirror. I've been going to that salon weekly for some time, but I
was still amazed when they finally let me look at myself this
afternoon. I'm still a little worried about it, too. I have no
idea how to do my hair like this -- I'll need to go back to them
for every wash and set from now on. And my eyebrows are so thin
now, so incredibly delicate. I mean, I can always cover my boobs
when I want to look like my ... my former self. But my eyebrows
won't grow in again for a long time."

"No, they won't. They won't grow in ever. They weren't plucked
off or waxed off, honey. What I understand is, they were lasered off
roots and all."

"Are you sure? When I tried filling them in, thickening the effect
with an eyebrow pencil, they only looked worse. I have to follow
their line across the high arch and add nothing. And my pierced
ears, I don't know how to hide them either. What will people think
when...."

"Not to worry. If they knew you from before, they'll think what I
think, that you're a man so deeply in love with your wife that
you're willing to do anything for her. They'll envy her. Or else
they'll simply assume that you are what you look like, an
attractive woman. Quite attractive. Now it's time you said 'thank
you'! A woman always acknowledges compliments!"

"Thank you, Eileen. But I ...."

"Never mind 'but'! Go with it, honey! It took them only four
hours to get you looking the way you look now? That's incredible!
That's nothing! You don't know, Kim! Why, I'll sometimes schedule
myself a whole day of pampering at Elizabeth Arden's, or Arnoldo's,
or Christine's, or whatever's the best salon wherever I happen to
be, when I want to look my best for some special occasion. Say,
some all-out affair like a wedding, or a charity ball, or a friend's
anniversary party, or the start of an all-out affair of my own.
My divorce settlement left me with a lot of money, and I love
spending it on me. It's always worth it!"

"Tracy hardly ever uses salons. She's so naturally gorgeous. When
I wake up ahead of her I'll spend hours just watching her sleep,
even when she isn't wearing any make-up at all. Just watching her
breathe in her sleep. She's so heartbreakingly beautiful!"

"You are in love, sweetie. You do adore your goddess, don't you.
No need to prove it to me, it's Tracy who needs to be persuaded.
Maybe after tonight. Ahh, the waiter again. I think you're going
to need another drink, Kim. No, we're not quite ready to order,
but another round of the same, please?"

"Eileen, I'm already feeling a little tiddly."

"Not quite enough, sweetheart. Besides, if you want to celebrate
your wife's natural beauty you need something to toast her with.
Meanwhile, your voice, girl, do remember to keep it flute-like.
No, I don't suppose Tracy needs to spend hours in salons the way we
do."

"Eileen, you're the best-looking of all of Tracy's friends. I
can't believe that you need a whole day to ...."

"Why, honey, thank you for that pretty compliment. I admit it, I'm
something of a natural beauty too I suppose, like Tracy, though
unlike Tracy I believe you can never gild a lily often enough. But
honey, so are you, oddly enough! It took the salon only four hours
to do this to you? Your hair lightened to blonde and piled high,
and your face made up as perfect as a doll's, with those huge dark
bedroom eyes and those puffy rosy lips? You're a walking wet
dream, Kim!"

"Eileen, thank you again, but ...."

"I guess I should have known. Looking you over now, I can see why
Tracy set you this kind of test. Not something arduous or heroic,
to climb the highest mountain or to swim the deepest river,
something like that, but to show the world the gorgeous girl who
lives inside you. She saw you could bring her out if you'd let
yourself. I mean, you were a long way toward it even before any of
this experiment began! Look at those creamy shoulders, and narrow
arms, and slim wrists -- how could anyone have ever thought you
were much of a man to begin with? How many men can wear a halter
dress like the one you're wearing now and carry it off so well.
With cleavage that can't possibly be courtesy of the Wonder-bra
company. Not entirely, anyway."

"Not at all, Eileen. I'm proud of my breasts of course, but one
reason I'm a little nervous is that my nipples show through this
dress, so I feel sort of naked. Because I'm braless. Tracy
thought a bra might detract from the daring neckline on this dress,
so there's nothing at all holding me up or shaping me at the
moment. When Tracy started me on hormones she told me I'd need a
little something of my own up top so no one can ever doubt I'm a
girl and embarrass me. And now that I have the breasts of a young
girl, she wants me to show them off. There wasn't anything at all
there when we began."

"Well, they're about like mine now. What's your cup size?"

"Recently they got to 'C.' Tracy was delighted. She took away all
my 'B' bras and bought me whole batches of new ones. It was fun.
I asked her 'Why so many?' and she answered, 'Because I want to,
it's like shopping for a daughter or a bridal shower. Don't you
love having lots and lots of your own bras?' I do have to admit
that I've gotten used to wearing them, in fact I feel uncomfortable
without one. And the really pretty ones make me feel so ...
strangely delicious when I put them on. So ... so seductive!"

"I don't doubt it. So drink up. I propose a toast to your new
figure! You really are a girl now, aren't you? Anyone looking in
our direction sees only two well-dressed young women having dinner
together. Even the maitre d' never raised an eyebrow when he held
out your chair to seat you, and he's seen it all. And those two
men at the bar looked positively lecherous when they checked us
out."

"I saw."

"You'd better have. You'd better notice things like that from now
on or you'll get yourself into serious trouble. You may want to
notice, for example, now that you've finished your drink, who's
entering the restaurant right now. Don't turn around, they'll come
into view in a moment, they're over on the other side of the room."

"My God! Is that Tracy?"

"Yes. Keep your seat. Don't stare! I mean it!"

"I .... all right, she told me she'd be tied up tonight, so I just
assumed...! It is Tracy! And she's...my God, she's wearing that
gorgeous Versace dress she bought herself just last week, she said
it was for an upcoming special occasion ... it barely covers... and
who is that ...."

"Kim! You're a lady, remember? Lower your voice! And do stop
staring! You're lucky neither of them have seen you yet, but
really, you're beginning to attract attention from several of the
other tables!"

"My God, Eileen, who is that man? Who is she with?"

"That's better. Let me look if I can without being too noticeable.
Yes, I can see now why she wanted this. My goodness, the goddess
really has really found herself a god to help her conduct phase two
of your little ordeal. Whoever imagined that a man that well-built
could wear a tuxedo that comfortably. And handsome? This should
be very interesting!"

"Do you know who he is? Why is she here with him tonight? And why
here, in this restaurant? And what do you mean, 'phase two'?"

"Kim, sweetheart, do calm down. Look this way! No, at me,
directly at me, not at them! That's it! They aren't going
anywhere, not yet! Now take some deep breaths, honey. That's the
way. Keep looking at me. Now listen. You certainly don't want to
make a spectacle of yourself, not dressed the way you are, not
looking the way you do, it wouldn't be at all becoming. Don't
disgrace yourself or Tracy! Remember, tonight you are not her
husband. She doesn't know you at all. Even though you told her
'good night' only an hour or so ago when I came to pick you up, and
she told you to 'Have fun,' and she meant it. Right now, the way
you are now, she can't possibly know you. Not as her husband.
Don't embarrass her and yourself too."

"Eileen, what is this? I... why is she....who is he? What are
they doing now?"

"What do you imagine they're doing? The Maitre d' is seating them
over in the far corner and handing them menus. Never mind them.
As for your other questions, don't you remember anything else about
that night you took up Tracy's challenge?"

"Remember what else?"

"What you told her you'd do. What you'd be willing to do? She
told me the whole conversation practically verbatim, so I could
remind you if it seemed necessary. Is it?"

"Which conversation? If what was necessary?"

"Take some more deep breaths. Now take up your purse and take out
your compact and check your lipstick. Fix it whether it needs it
or not. That's right, look at yourself in the mirror, only in the
mirror, OK? Concentrate. What do you see? You're a girl, you see
that? Remember that, Kim! Now, calmly, if you must look at them,
use your mirror."

"What's that they're doing? Tracy and ... the man she's with?"

"Who? Oh! Kim, don't ask me to turn to look at them so obviously.
Let me drop my napkin and then pick it up. There. I see, they're
ordering drinks, that's all they're doing.

"They were holding hands! I didn't notice until the waiter came
and they had to let go."

"So? Put out your hands! There! Now we're holding hands too, and
it doesn't mean anything. That's how people show affection for
each other, and offer consolation and reassurance. That's all.
Except that right now it does give me an opportunity to admire your
manicure. It's really very nice -- acrylic can look like jewels,
well-finished. And it matches your lipstick and I bet even your
toenails! So my sweet Kim is all rosy from her rosy lips and
fingertips to her rosy toes. I'm curious, tell me, how can you get
anything done with nails that long?"

"Eileen, what's going on?"

"I'll let you know, but first, answer me!"

"All right. Tracy wanted me to have long nails to slim down and
lengthen my fingers. 'Just wear them for a while,' she said, 'at
least for your dinner with Eileen, so you'll feel as elegant as any
woman in the room.' And I do. But Eileen, none of this is
explaining why Tracy's here too, and why she didn't tell me, and
why she hasn't looked for us even though she knows we're here, and
who that man is!"

"Oh, Kim, stop fretting. I know all about this. She's seen us of
course, don't be a silly twit! Who he is is unimportant. A man
she knows from work, OK? Bruce somebody, once a pro-football
player, now an out of town buyer, someone she doesn't have to see
daily or ever see again if she doesn't want to. Someone she had
reason to believe would be glad to be asked to dinner with her,
especially with the promise of a little bit more afterward."

"Eileen, what do you mean, 'a little bit more'? What's going on!
They're being so ... familiar with each other. I mean Tracy is
acting almost as if this was a date, she's smiling and preening and
looking delighted by everything he says, and she hardly ever takes
her eyes off him. Those're the things she taught me to do when I'm
on a date and want a man to know I'm attracted to him. Not that
that can ever happen!"

"No more than you becoming a woman can happen, Kim. Now think.
That first night, when you agreed to her test, agreed to dress up
and learn to be a lady, to stop being a man, did you understand
that there would be other things she'd want you to do too, one of
them something very difficult for a man to endure and one of them
the kind of reward no man ever gets? Two more phases toward
proving your love for her?"

"Yes, but she never told me what they were. So I assumed making
myself into a woman was it."

"She told you there'd be more when you were ready for more. Other
ways for you to give up your manhood. Not just by looking and
behaving like a woman but also by not behaving like a man when the
time came to test you."

"I didn't understand that. I still don't."

"You will, honey. The time has come."

"What do you mean."

"Think about it. What's the most harrowing thing you can possibly
endure for her sake? What's the greatest sacrifice you can make to
prove to her that you love her as you claimed to love her,
absolutely and completely and utterly."

"I have no idea. Isn't appearing in public as a woman enough?"

"What's more emasculating for a man than even dressing up to look
like a woman and getting lecherous stares from other men? Or
getting propositioned by them? What might Tracy have in mind for
herself and that handsome man she's with, with you fully aware of
it. With you watching them do it."

"I have no idea .... What do you ...? I ...."

"Think."

"My God!"

"Yes, exactly!"

"No! You can't mean it! No, Eileen, no!"

"Kim, lower your voice. I insist! I mean in volume as well as
pitch. You're practically shrieking!"

"She wouldn't! Tracy and I, we've always been absolutely honest
with each other, and absolutely faithful! She'd never do such a
thing, sneaking around to ...."

"I see no sneaking around, Kim. There she is, and there's her man
of the evening, and here you are watching both of them. She wants
you to see everything. Otherwise what kind of a sacrifice would it
be for you?"

"A sacrifice? Of what? You mean she ... she means to...."

"Yes. She does. Everything she can think of. With that man.
Openly, before your eyes, with nothing left to your imagination.
That's how it has to be. If her date with that man was all secrecy
and rumor and speculation, Tracy stepping out of an evening with an
'I'll be home late dear' as her only explanation, there wouldn't be
anything really difficult for you to endure, would there?
Suspicions and fears, but if your imagination got too intense you
could always turn it off. Pretend there's no problem, as millions
of husbands and wives do. No, this needs you there the whole time,
witnessing it all and doing nothing about it. That's the far more
profound way she wants you to give up your manhood. If you can do
that for her, that is. If you love her that much and can assure
her of your love in just that way."

"I...! Eileen, I ...! This ...!"

"Kim, NO! Don't even dream of standing up! Think! You're a
beautifully dressed, carefully made up woman about to have dinner
with one of her dearest friends. How would it look if you were to
suddenly stand up and march over to a total stranger's table and
express whatever it is you're thinking, declare your high moral
outrage about marital infidelity and deceitful wives and so on, all
the while wearing a halter dress with a neckline to your navel and
speaking in a deep, masculine voice that renders anything you might
say altogether absurd? You'd be ridiculous! The restaurant would
have to ask you to leave, maybe even have you arrested! Or maybe
the muscular gentleman Tracy's with would feel obliged to protect
her from an obvious lunatic. By force if necessary."

"So this is why she wanted me to learn to be a woman for all those
weeks and months? So when the moment came for me to express
indignation at her behavior, I couldn't? I'd be impotent? I could
do nothing?"

"Passing as a woman was a test, and you passed it brilliantly. You
overcame your trepidation and ended up both attractive and
comfortable at it. We've both admired you enormously for it -- I'd
never have agreed to go out with you tonight if you weren't so
extraordinarily ... feminine. As long as no one doubted you, and
no one did, you've been magnificent. But now comes the more
difficult test. You're right, feminizing you has been a
prerequisite to this one, but for more than one reason. First, to
keep you from making an utter fool of yourself when you confront
this second test. Remember, Kim, you did claim that your love
could withstand any test and triumph over any difficulties."

"Not a test like ...."

"Oh? Did you have easier things in mind? Tracy wants to tax you
beyond endurance, to see if you can endure anything! Didn't you
say you loved her 'utterly'? She needs to know that! That your
love for her is unconditional. Was it just talk? And that's a
second reason why this test is as it is. Tracy loves you! She
needs for you to prove how much you love her. She needs to know!
She hopes you will! But we all know that blind male jealousy is
violent and unpredictable, that no normal man can ever watch his
beloved wife enjoy herself as she fucks another man unless he's
first been made -- as you say -- impotent. Look how very close you
came just now to failing her and yourself! Ruining all your hard
work! Tracy feminized you in order to help you! To safeguard you!
Because she loves you and wants you to succeed!"

"Oh, God, Eileen! It's mad! It's perverse! But I see what you
mean."

"Finally!"

"Does she have to do this?"

"Can you think of another equally emasculating test of your true
love? Would you rather give up your manhood literally, go get
it cut off?"

"I feel I've somehow been set up! You set me up! You both set me
up!"

"You could say that I suppose. It's true enough. But you did
agree to it. And it's all for your own good, Kim, remember that
too, yours and Tracy's. You two are the most happily married,
closest bonded couple it's been my privilege to know! You might
have left it at that. But you made claims of unconditional perfect
love, and offered to submit to any test. Could a woman as unsure
of herself as Tracy let such a claim go unchallenged? She's been
exulting to me for months about how marvelous you are, how
willingly you've accepted your emasculation, how willingly you gave
up living like a man and settled into living like a woman, and all
for her. She's been telling me how she'll love you with all her
heart, forever and ever, if your love for her survives tonight.
Survives this and then what happens afterward."

"There's more?"

"Of course there is! Phase one was easy. Swishing around looking
like a well-bred girl isn't really that difficult. We all do it,
and you've learned to enjoy doing it. Phase two will be
excruciating, but maybe you'll survive it. If you do, you'll be
better prepared to survive phase three."

"Phase three too? Eileen, what more can she possibly want from
me?"

"Oh, don't be such a baby! It hasn't been that bad! You haven't
been castrated yet, have you? Be grateful! Tracy and I both know
a woman named Margo who felt so insecure about her husband's love,
so unsure that she could trust it, that she asked him to give up
having sex with her altogether and to give up masturbating too. He
actually agreed! She was so overwhelmed by his willingness that
she went around for days exulting about how spiritually pure their
love for each other had become, and how much more it would become
in time. Well, his purified spirit was willing, but his flesh was
weak, and Margo believed his secretary was willing, so ...."

"So she put him into a chastity belt? I've heard about ...."

"No, his ultimate pledge of love didn't require a chastity belt.
Instead, she put him through a certain surgical procedure to help
him maintain his sincerity, and when it was done there was nothing
left for him to put into a chastity belt. So you see, you're
getting off easy. Tracy isn't asking you to give up sex, far from
it! She never has and never will. You'll be enjoying more sex
than ever when this is over."

"I see"

"I doubt it. But don't sound so bitter! Let me lay it out in
plain terms. Here we are. I'm Tracy's oldest friend, and you're
my friend. There's Tracy and Bruce, her man of the evening. In a
few minutes Tracy is going to notice us and come over and ask if
they can join us. She'll tell Bruce that her oldest friend, that's
me, enjoys women as well as men, so she's not surprised that I'm
here with someone else who also enjoys women, that's you, my
paramour. If he thinks you're a lesbian he won't turn his charm on
you, so you'll both be saved that embarrassment. I'll introduce
you to both of them, and we'll all four have a lovely dinner here,
and then I'll suggest that we all go to a terrific lesbian bar I
know of that's hospitable to straight men like him and has a great
group playing there this week. We'll go. You'll dance with me and
he'll dance with her. He'll probably also dance with you out of
courtesy -- if so we'll see to it that it's a slow dance so you can
snuggle up and get to know how warm a man's bulge feels when he's
excited and it's pressing against a thin dress. Then we'll retire
to two rooms we've already rented in a nearby hotel, and the
fucking will commence. Tracy's will, that is, with the man she's
with. There'll be nothing secret or clandestine about it. There's
an adjoining balcony, and you'll sit there with me and watch them.
You'll see it all."

"I'll ... !!?"

"You'll be emasculated by your wife and another man in a different
way altogether. You'll sit there and sacrifice your manly outrage
and your anguish and jealousy to her sexual pleasure. You'll watch
yourself become a cuckold, endure seeing your wife in the arms of
another man as she makes the same passionate moves and noises she
makes when she's having sex with you. Maybe more passionate and
noisier. She hopes so, because that would really prove to her how
selfless your love is, how it permits, even wants her to enjoy a
superior lover. But that's as may be."

"This is insane! Why does she want another man? She's always told
me that I overwhelm her, that I'm more than enough for her."

"You are. Is this that hard for you to understand? It isn't that
she wants another man. Oh, fucking a new man is always exciting
and all, I suppose, but she really is satisfied with you. She's
blissfully happy with you. But she needs to push you past your
outer limits. You offered to submit to the test, and she accepted
your offer. So for the rest of your lives together she can bask in
the absolute love you've demonstrated you feel for her, and you can
luxuriate in knowing how much love she wants and needs from you.
And you'll know you've given it freely and completely. It's a
win/win situation. If you can watch her enjoy herself with another
man and feel glad for her, suppress your natural jealousy and feel
thankful that she's happy, then there's no question, we'll all have
to admit that greater love hath no man."

"Greater love? Are you kidding? I won't do it!"

"You said you would. You promised. If you won't, I'll go over
there right now and let her know that what you told her when all
this began wasn't true. That you don't love her absolutely and
completely and utterly."

"I do! But this is different! This would change the nature of our
marriage! Marriage is founded on faith, and trust, and hope, as
well as love!"

"And the greatest of these is love, the good book tells us, Kim.
Tracy isn't violating your trust. She's insisting that you see it
all, that there be no deception, even if you have to be tied down
and forced to watch. Or else it won't happen. If you fail the
test, that won't just change your marriage, it'll end it! Anyhow,
if I may, let me point out that your marriage changed irreversibly
when you agreed to the first of these tests, when you agreed to
accept feminizing in body and appearance and live as a woman. When
you ceased to be Rudyard Kipling's Kim and became Hollywood's Kim.
When you ceased to be a man and became a lesbian. That's what you
are now in effect. That or nothing."

"I didn't realize that. We've been as intimate as ever during this
period of retraining. There's been less penile sex, or 'dildo
insertion' as she likes to call it these days, but then my penis
hasn't been as responsive as I'd wish. That's only to be expected,
given my pills, and we do have each other's breasts to enjoy
instead. I do manage to penetrate her after a while, and then she
sucks on my clit while I suck my cum out of her pussy the same as
always. That's what lesbians do. That isn't enough proof of my
love for her?"

"Kim, think! She needs reassurance. Did you think putting on a
dress and growing boobs was as far as it would go? It was an
important first step because it leads to a more profound step,
giving her up to another man. That's a far greater sacrifice than
merely giving up an unimpressive masculine appearance."

"So I'm supposed to sit here and watch her play pattyfingers with
that...stud, and then sit on some balcony somewhere and watch them
fuck without interruption? That's what will prove my love for her?
Is that what you're telling me?"

"That's exactly what she wants. And that's exactly what it will
accomplish. Let me tell you how it's all going to turn out.
You're pretty much bi-gendered now, a man who feels comfortable
when he's a woman. Tracy has seen to that. By tomorrow she wants
you to be bisexual as well. She hasn't decided how to start you
off, not yet, but she'll probably invite you to suck her partner's
cock at some point during their lovemaking, maybe to help
it rise to one more performance with her. To help him fuck her.
If it seems advisable, that's what she'll ask you to do. And
you'll do it and by doing it, you'll prove yourself beyond any
doubt to be what she hopes you are, a deeply devoted, profoundly
loving, utterly self-sacrificing husband who will do anything for
her. Anything whatsoever. Or you won't do it, and then you'll be
exposed as exactly what you'll have turned out to be, a perverted,
voyeuristic husband who dresses up as a woman in order to watch his
wife have sex with another man. Your marriage will end, except for
the alimony you'll pay her to the end of her days."

"That's unfair!"

"I'm sure it would be, if you don't do whatever she wants you to
do. But you will. Because that's how she wants you, and that's
what she loves about you. She's going to have to endure an act of
infidelity too, remember, when she fucks that man. That will test
her love for you as well as your love for her. That's why she'll
probably want you to share in it by sucking her lover's cock. All
to safeguard her marriage to a marvelous man who's already proven
that he's willing to be a woman for her. Now she wants marriage to
a woman who's more than merely a 'woman' in name and appearance
only."

"Eileen, did you know about this? Did you suggest this ...?"

"I might have. Tracy's not very imaginative herself, and she's
listened very carefully to my advice, and I've had fun watching
your conversion. Neither of my husbands loved me enough to do
what you've done, not even to try on my panties or lipstick when
I asked them. You're different. But what difference does it
make now, Kim? Whatever you plan to do, you'd better decide.
Go along with it or leave. Tracy's just caught my eye. She's
acting as if she wants to come over, and she's telling him
something. Yes, they're standing up, and she's looking for her
purse. They'll be here in less than a minute."


****************


"I'm fucked! Thoroughly fucked!"

"I wouldn't say so, Kim. Stop striding around and sit down, it's
unbecoming! Your wife has been thoroughly fucked. You've been
cuckolded. There's a difference. But it really was something, I
agree, and you saw it all! Right up to the moment when they fell
asleep in each other's arms. It was nice, just as you said,
watching her chest rise and fall as she breathes. Especially after
all that earlier passionate gasping and moaning and screaming and
shrieking. My goodness, is she always that ... appreciative?"

"No. Not to my knowledge."

"Well, don't act so fretful. And stay away from that door, there's
no need to leave yet. Why don't you just sit here and I'll sit on
the bed. Don't worry, she'll be using that room a long while yet,
probably into the morning. There's no need to hurry home to begin
your new lives together in newly established perfect love and
trust. They'll want to use each other some more I suspect, then
maybe have a room service breakfast and finally, one last farewell
fuck."

"I don't want to hear about it."

"Kim dear, don't be so morose. I think you have every right to be
quite pleased with yourself. You've earned all sorts of
congratulations. You saw it all and you bore up the whole time,
and you didn't interrupt once. Except when he was blindfolded and
she signaled for you to come into the room, and then you actually
did suck his cock the way she'd hoped. And even swallowed, she
never expected that. She saw and was awe struck, I was watching
her expression. Then when she pointed toward her crotch, without
a word spoken you dropped to your knees and sucked his semen out of
her as if it were your own semen, as if this were only one more
intimate session between the two of you. That told her so much
about how you feel about her, what you're willing to endure for
her. She must be feeling overwhelmed by now by your devotion to
her happiness. How many men are capable of what you've just done,
I wonder?"

"I have no idea. I'm glad she was impressed. But I can still
taste him. I wish this hotel provided mouthwash."

"Maybe you should get used to the flavor of other men, Kim. You're
a woman as well as a man now, remember. And your mouth is no longer
virginal. It may crave more. You never know."

"Eileen, she didn't have to enjoy him quite the way she did."

"There I have to agree. She did get incredibly enthusiastic when
that hydrant of a cock managed to pry its way into her. Far more than
I'd expected. Tracy's usually so poised, so reserved, so very much
the lady. She told me that her lovemaking with you is always
blissfully serene, and I assumed it was that way because you're
both blissfully serene. But talk about hysterics! She seemed to go
berserk when that man entered her, so frenzied that she clawed and
climbed all over him. There she was trying to open all her
openings to him all at once, so he could fill them all
simultaneously with his mouth and nose and cock and fists and
fingers, with whatever was available. And even then she seemed
unable to get enough of any part of him into any one of her
openings. I thought for a time that she'd gone stark mad with all
that thrusting and shoving. Lord knows how many times she
orgasmed, it was like watching someone getting shocked by
electricity over and over. All that tense rigidity with no
breathing, then an easing off to deep breathing, then another climb
toward the summit of something and then another breathless spasm.
All that mewling and sobbing and incoherent babbling and screaming.
One long sustained ecstasy that seemed to go on for hours."

"I heard her. It did go on for hours."

"I wonder though. She went through an incredible ordeal. Was it
worth her trouble, I wonder? What do you think? Did it render you
as utterly humiliated as she'd hoped? Was your male pride so
devastated that you have none left, it's all been immolated on the
altar of your love for her?"

"You could say that. I can't imagine her even noticing me when I
next try to make love to her, not after she's made love to that
kind of man. I can't imagine her noticing if I'm even in her
bed, much less in her pussy."

"Yes, he's impressive. I thought he'd tear her apart with that
first thrust. And then the pumping -- how long would you guess he
was sliding in and out of her, twenty or thirty minutes maybe
before the first time he climaxed? And then to begin it again
and take even longer? And yet again? I marvel he had anything
left when Tracy finally signaled for you to come suck his cock and
harden it up for her, and you obliged and then all on your own got
him to spurt again -- that wasn't expected you know. Then not
fifteen minutes later he was at it again, again filling her up with
cum. Hours and hours of the most concentrated, obsessive yearning,
of rising to fulfillment and then collapsing from exhaustion,
repeated over and over. The man's a sperm fountain, and between
fucks his cock never really shrank at all! Incredible!"

"Don't tell me. I was there."

"Wasn't it exciting? It was certainly exhausting! No wonder
they're just lying there now getting their second wind. Tracy
must feel glorious now, with all that cum crammed into her pussy
and her guts, and swallowed down into her tummy, knowing it's in
your tummy too, knowing how you saw it all. Knowing how his brand
is now everywhere on her and in her, even in you. You knowing that
she couldn't be more his at this moment. Above all, you dedicating
this entire encounter to her in the name of your love for her."

"There's no need to remind me, Eileen. I saw. I heard."

"That's what's most important, Kim! She knows that you saw and
heard! Even when she was out of her mind she was watching you, I
saw it, always looking straight into your eyes. Telling you how
she was doing it all for you! For love! Fucking for the sake of
true love! Greater love hath no woman, I'm sure! Your marriage
is already re-settled onto a higher plane. It's practically
sublime!"

"I'm sure."

"I'm glad. Ready for phase three, your reward for being such a
superb lover? It's time. Sweetie, blot your eyes and fix your
mascara, and make yourself as pretty as you can. In about five
minutes there'll be more. Enjoy it and Tracy will be yours for
life, and you'll be hers, and never the twain of you will ever
part."

"What? What now?"

"Oh? Oh, yes, Tracy and I have discussed this part of your ordeal
at such great length that I'd forgotten you don't know anything
about it yet. Phase three is where you give up your manhood in one
last way, the one way remaining for any man who isn't actually gay,
or anyhow not yet gay. And at the same time, it's a redress
of the imbalance created when Tracy was fucking someone else, not her
lawful husband. It's her gift to you in recompense, to help you
purge any resentment you may feel. She wants to give you an
opportunity to avenge her infidelity with one of your own. Isn't
that good news? This time you'll get to do the fucking, Kim. And I
will too, though mainly I'll be an observer."

"Eileen, I have no idea what you're talking about. Should I?"

"I'd think so! We both need some kind of sexual relief, Kim!
Watching Tracy and that hunk going at each other has utterly
roiled up my insides -- my cunt has been dripping for hours.
I'm ready to fuck a doorknob. Surely you're feeling the same way!"

"Eileen, what are you talking about!"

"Phase three. Having been fucked in spirit, you'll now get fucked
in body and take full advantage of the opportunity to fuck back.
It's your turn! Remember those two men we saw at the bar when we
first entered the restaurant? They've been there all this time,
waiting to hear from me. They saw us, and obviously they saw that
we were worth waiting for, just as Tracy'd assured them when she
set all this up. I just called them, and they said they'll be here
in about five minutes. You promised Tracy that you'll behave just
like a woman, remember? Well, that's what you'll need to do very
soon, because one of those men is going to make you a real woman.
That's what we used to say we'd become when one by one we lost our
virginity to different studs in high school. Now it's your turn
to lose yours, to become a real woman at last, to test your love for
Tracy and hers for you by going to bed with a man the same way she
just did."

"Eileen, have you gone mad or have I? What do you mean? I won't!
And my going to bed with a man can't possibly test her love for me.
It wouldn't raise up any of her jealousy or purge her possessiveness.
It would only confirm that I've become what she wanted me to become
during phase one, a woman. To push Tracy's limits the way she's
pushed mine, I'd have to go to bed with a woman. With you, for
example. Yes, that's what I should be doing. Fucking you the way
Tracy fucked that...that...!"

"Don't look at me, Kim! This isn't my problem, it's yours and
Tracy's, I'm only helping out! I choose my men, and despite
pretending to be your lesbian lover, I choose only men. I'd
never bed down with you -- good heavens, you're my best friend's
girlfriend! I like a man's man! Ask my two ex-husbands why they
both gave up on me. I wore them out. I've always loved the feel
of a stiff dick and I've never been particular whose."

"Eileen, I'm a man. Under these panties there's ...."

"A dick, I know. You were born a man. But how long has it been
since you've had a rock hard erection or even a morning stiffie?
Weeks, Tracy's told me. Those boobs of yours do come at cost. So
you'll do better to offer them up to guys who'll appreciate them --
I've got my own, thank you. There'll be two men up here in another
minute or so, big ones who've been drinking all night and by now
must be as horny as goats. I'll give you first pick."

"My God. I really am fucked!"

"Not yet, Kim, but very soon! That's Tracy's phase three. You had
to become a woman in order to become a cuckold knowingly. And now
that you're a cuckold, stripped of your last shred of male pride,
she wants you to be a woman sexually as well as all the other ways.
You've flounced and you've sucked, but there's still one kind of
female behavior you haven't yet attempted. Though you will when
these men arrive."

"For God's sake, Eileen, I'm not gay!"

"You don't have to be. Your womanliness is quite sufficient.
It'll be easy, honey, really quite enjoyable! Ask me, I know! Ask
Tracy if it isn't -- you saw for yourself how she got into the
spirit of it. To secure your wife's undying affection forever,
just follow her example. First tell your partner regretfully that
you're having your monthlies so only two of your openings are
available. Then use your mouth as you just have, and use your ass
the way you saw Tracy use hers when her partner insisted. Make
sure your man knows how very much you love everything he's doing to
you. Make Tracy as proud of you as you are of her!"

"If I did do ... what you say, how could I possibly tell her? Tell
her that a man has used me like a woman? How could she ever
respect me as a man after something like that?"

"Respect you as a man? After your extravagant promises to her and
your months of living as a woman, and after just now sucking her
lover's cock? As a woman is the only way she can respect you
now, Kim. Oh, I guess I forgot to tell you, where's my mind gone,
it really must be getting late. You don't need to tell her.
She'll see for herself. That's how she planned this whole thing.
That balcony opens on both our rooms, remember? You know what she
told me yesterday afternoon while you were in the Palace of Beauty
getting all prettied up for this moment? 'I want to see it for
myself when my darling is deflowered," is what she told me. 'I want
to watch my sweetheart allow it for my sake and then enjoy it for
his own! I'll know then beyond all unreasonable doubt how much love
he really feels for me. I'll know from watching how devotedly he
sacrifices his ass for me. And when he starts to enjoy it, he'll
know how much I love him too, how much I want him to feel the same
joy when his lover's cock plows into him that I felt when my
lover's cock plowed into me!' Those are her exact words, Kim, near
as I can recall them. 'I wouldn't miss seeing that happen for the
world!' that's how she finished up. That's what she told me when we
were making the arrangements."

"She'll be there? On the balcony? She ...."

"She's there already, sweetie. I can just make out her shape.
She's sitting in the very same chair you used when you watched her
get fucked. Can't you see her through the curtains? Wave to her!
She'll love what's about to happen, I know it! Think of what it'll
mean to her when that man's cock disappears into your ass, and your
last pretense to manhood disappears into your ass with it, and all
for her. What woman wouldn't be overwhelmed, awed by such a gift!
Because it's a gift that keeps on giving! Neither of you is likely
to be satisfied with just one night of loving like this! What she's
asking from you now isn't a mere gesture toward womanhood, or a mere
imitation of it. It's the real thing. After she sees you being a
woman with a man, there's no way she'll ever think of you as a man
again. You'll have given up everything for her. Your whole former
self. So you see, you will have given up your manhood to her after
all, exactly as she first asked you, and you'll be hers forever!"


"Eileen, what ...!"

"It's so romantic! There you'll be, two women mated for life in
perfect understanding and love and trust, two of the most
affectionate companions imaginable. Tracy will know that you're
devoted to her, and she'll feel the same toward you if only in
sheer gratitude. You'll have purged yourself of all your
restrictive manliness, so you'll be free to indulge all sorts of
womanly desires! Each of you will want to fulfill each other's
needs in every way imaginable, no matter how many different men
need to be brought in. I do envy you both."

"Eileen, you ...! I can't ...! Oh, my God!"

"There's the knock on our door! They're here. You look perfect,
Kim, just stand there, and I'll let our guys in. I know you love
your wife, and I know you won't let her down. Just one last
thought. This will change your life and your marriage in the most
exciting way yet! Who knows, maybe you'll both want to repeat this
weekend every weekend for the rest of your lives. Let's just see."

"Eileen! Don't...!"

"Hi, guys, what kept you? Oh, I see, you stopped on the way to
pick up a couple of bottles! You darlings, that's so very
thoughtful. I'll go get the glasses and some ice! Come in, make
yourselves at home! My name's Eileen, by the way. And my
girlfriend here is ... oh, excuse me a moment? Kim, a word? These
are very big guys, and they have certain expectations. Don't
disappoint them. And remember, Tracy's watching, don't disappoint
her either!"

"Kim. I'm Kim. Hi, fellas. Do sit down."

"You'll have to excuse her weak voice, guys. She's had a difficult
day. But she's been getting herself ready for this night for a long
time, and I think I can safely say that you'll never find any girl
more loving than she is.


Epilogue *************


"Well now, time to wake up, honey. There. That wasn't too bad
now, was it?"

"Mmmmmmm? What wasn't? Oh. Oh yes. At first, awful! But then
after a while, something happened to me. I changed, Eileen. It
was like sort of, I became a girl, the lovely girl you and Tracy
are always calling me. Someone else. But that someone else was
me, you know? I think she still may be. And then no, it wasn't at
all bad, Eileen. In fact some of it was .... I thought I'd go out
of my mind at one point. When he .... Anyhow, I guess I have you
and Tracy to thank for the way I feel now. The way I felt when that
man .... Roy was his name. Where is he? Are they gone?"

"Gone. Back to work or their wives, I suppose. A long time ago.
It's mid-afternoon. Time you got back to yours, honey."

"To my wife. Yes, Tracy. Where is she?"

"Gone home herself hours ago. She and Bruce watched you two for as
long as they could stand it, and then they raced each other back to
their own bed to take care of their own needs. You got pretty hot.
My man and I took a time-out to watch you, there was so much
happening between the two of you. Some of it was pretty sensational.
You'll wear out that opening of yours if you keep that up. You know,
Kim, you really do need another place to put a man down there, so you
can use the one you've got as a spare."

"I was thinking that too. It was better than I'd imagined, fucking
a man and getting fucked in return. A lot better. I see now why
women prefer men, why most do anyhow -- that never made sense to me
before. But get a pussy? What would Tracy think if I got myself
... surgically matched up to the rest of me?"

"Think? Have you forgotten? That was her original proposal, the
one she had to back away from when she saw it scared you silly!
She only pretended that 'give up your manhood,' didn't mean cut it
off, trade it in for a vagina. She wanted you to become exactly
like her, breasts, vagina, life style, everything -- what could be
a more sincere expression of your love for her than that? Of your
utter admiration for her. And now that you've arrived there on
your own, now that you yourself have proposed it? She'll be
overjoyed!

"I never thought of that! I never knew, Eileen! Men can be so
impenetrable sometimes."

"Do you want to phone her with this news, or would you rather go
home and surprise her with it?"

"Let's make it a surprise! But not right away! We have an
anniversary coming up soon. If I can get it done before then, that
can be my gift to her! I'll present it to her as if it were a
necklace, on a velvet cushion!"

"That's perfect, Kim. Because she already knows what she wants to
give you for your anniversary. She didn't know how you'd feel
about it, but I'll hint to her that it's the kind of thing you most
need now, that you'll love it! Then when you give her your gift,
she'll see for herself how appropriate it is, what a perfect fit
the two gifts will make.

"Why? What is her gift?"

"What do you think? Who else could it be? Of course! Bruce!"

Pretty Humiliating Part 5

By: littleone

Bobbi was infuriated, trapped as he was and unable to extricate himself. His
head was held completely immobile, Candy had scooted so far up on his chest that
she was half sitting on his neck. Her sex was mashed against Bobbi's throat and
chin forcing his head flat against the carpeted floor. He could feel Candy's
smooth thighs squeezing his head tightly. He didn't know how long she had been
on the phone but it seemed liked hours to Bobbi. Pinned like he was, his vision
was filled with Candy, from her flat stomach up to her tiny t-shirt with the
taunting "Girl Power" written across the chest all the way to her pretty face
and smug eyes which he avoided. Currently she chatted away on the phone
completely ignoring him as if he wasn't there. Occasionally she would wiggle her
butt around and grind her crotch into his chin even harder causing him to
involuntarily whimper. With her thighs so tight against his head and ears Bobbi
could not make out a word she was saying. A couple of times he could see her
giggling madly and during one fit she had tweaked his nose and said something to
him but he couldn't hear what it was she said.
Still rattled from his first motorcycle ride and the embarrassment of Miles
picking him up from school, not to mention making out with another boy in front
of who knows who, Bobbi knew it was not a good sign when he walked in and saw
what Candy was wearing and the look on her face. Immediately she was all over
him about "the little stunt" he tried pulling last Sunday morning. He had tried
desperately (to his acute shame) to talk his way out of trouble. Candy was
having none of it. Still unwilling to submit to his little sister he had fought
his best when it became physical. Full of anger himself, he fought with his all,
which made the position he currently was in hurt much more than physically.
Looking up at Candy chatting away on the phone, Bobbi pleaded, "Please Miss
Candy my arms are numb..."
Not even acknowledging he spoke Candy went right on talking. "Umm, Miss Candy,
please," Bobbi weakly begged again.
"Hang on a sec Becca," Candy told her friend. Reaching behind her she grabbed
what she had placed just for this moment. Looking down into her trapped step
brothers face she sneered, "You like making people eat disgusting things, SO DO
I!!!!" With that she stuffed a very, very messy used Kotex pad into his mouth.
"That should keep you quiet," she giggled patting his bulging cheek and
relishing the horrified look on his face.
"You fucking bitch!" mumbled Bobbi through the pad, although it came out much
more garbled than that.
Garbled or not Candy understood what he said. She simply reached behind her and
squeezed Bobbi's little balls viciously causing him to squirm like a mad man.
Still talking to Rebecca she looked down into Bobbi's eyes. Tears had started to
fall and his mascara was running down the sides of his face. "You got anything
else to say sissy," she hissed interrupting her conversation. Bobbi mumbled
something unintelligible through the pad stuffed into his mouth but the look on
his face told her he got the message. "Umph, I thought so....wimp," she added.
Of all the indignities he had suffered lately, he couldn't think of anything
more disgusting or humiliating than to have a used feminine napkin stuffed into
your mouth. His arms numb and his balls stinging, he could do nothing but lay
there helpless with whomever's pad stuffed into his mouth. More than hear, he
saw Candy finish talking to whoever she was talking to and set down her cell
phone. Bobbi hated that she was talking to someone while he was pinned beneath
her and cringed every time she started giggling during her conversation sure it
was about him. Not knowing who she was talking too only made it worse. Every
once in awhile she looked down at him, straight into his eyes with a smirk on
her face that that caused him to blush and blush. Oh how he'd like to wipe that
smirk off her face....
With relief he finally felt Candy spread her legs, the rush of air on his ears
felt so good and his hearing was restored. Candy had her hands on her hips and
was staring down at him, "Guess what cupcake?"
Still humiliated beyond belief to have a used feminine napkin stuffed into his
mouth, Bobbi could only mumble and plead with his eyes.
"What's that pussy? I can't understand you. Oh poor baby, you don't look so
happy brother dear. Then let this be a lesson little fairy. Believe me, IF you
EVER try messing with me again...you WILL NOT like what happens. Am I making
myself clear?" Candy asked leaning down into his face.
"Umm, yeth, pleathhh...Mthh...."
"I'll take that as a yes. You stupid little panty boy...I really can't believe
you tried to put your nasty sissy cream in my eggs. That didn't turn out so well
for you though did it?" Candy said while reaching behind her and patting the
side of Bobbi's bottom.
Bobbi wanted to tell her to fuck off and to get her fat cow ass off him. But
lying there, trapped under Candy with a used Kotex stuffed into his mouth...he
knew better. No matter what anybody else thought though, he was still a boy and
it crushed his male ego to know in his heart he tried to fight Candy as hard as
he could and still he ended up pinned beneath her yet again. "Pleath Mith Candy,
pleath can you pleath tamke oumt..."
Giggling, Candy said, "Really Tinker Bell, I can't understand a word you're
saying with that napkin in your pretty mouth. Do you want me to take it out
sissy?"
"Pleath," Bobbi pleaded, with his eyes also.
"On one condition Kotex boy, as soon as I take it out I want to hear your best
apology and a promise that you will NEVER consider such an act EVER again. If
I'm not happy with your apology, the pad goes right back in. Understand?"
threatened Candy.
"Yeth," he mumbled through the disgusting pad literally stuffed into his mouth.
Smiling gaily, Candy slowly extracted the used Kotex pad from Bobbi's mouth. As
soon as the pad was out of his mouth Bobbi started sputtering and almost
spitting, quickly replaced by the subconscious need to lick the yucky discharge
from his lips which caused Candy to giggle and ask, "Taste good Kotex boy?"
Placing her hands back on her hips and looking down into Bobbi's trapped eyes
she prompted, "Well......."
Instinctively, Bobbi knew the sooner he submitted, as much as he hated to, the
sooner he might be able to wash and rinse his mouth. "Please Miss Candy, you
can't believe how sorry I am...I-I'm really serious...I mean it. Honest...um, I
don't know what I was thinking. It was stupid and I swear I'll never ever even
think of such a thing ever again...I promise."
I'll bet Kotex boy Candy giggled to herself. Looking down at Bobbi's beet red
face from embarrassment caused her panties to dampen even more. Subconsciously
she squirmed atop her captured victim grinding her feminine mound against
Bobbi's chin.
Squeaking out his apology, Bobbi couldn't help but feel Candy grinding on his
chin and neck, the fucking cunt he thought. Oh what he wouldn't give to rub his
cock all over her stupid face, yeah he thought, that would for sure wipe that
smug look off her face.
Once the wimp had finished his apology, which was longer and more embarrassing
than necessary thanks to Candy's prompting, she pinched his captured cheek and
stated, "That was sweet cream puff. But sadly, well for you anyway, there has to
be consequences for our actions, right. Something I've been trying to teach you.
But boys can be so stupid, isn't that right?"
Looking up at Candy, Bobbi could see she was expecting a reply. "Uh, um yes Miss
Candy," Bobbi answered hating that he could not defend the male sex better and
not liking where this conversation was going.
"Yes Miss Candy," she mocked him from her imperial position. "I would have
thought being a boy and wearing a used Kotex everyday would have taught you
something about consequences but I can see now how wrong I was."
Terrified at where Candy might be going with all this and with genuine remorse
Bobbi stuttered, "No, no I'm really sorr...." but stopped talking upon seeing
Candy reach for the used Kotex still lying by his head.
"It's not polite for sissies to interrupt their superiors is it Tinker Belle?"
Candy asked setting the used pad back down, triumphantly knowing she had made
her point.
"No Ma'am, I'm sorry it won't happen again," Bobbi simpered, not wanting that
used pad back in his mouth. Yuck! He could still taste the feminine discharge in
his mouth.
"I hope not...for your sake, boy. Now where was I before you rudely interrupted
me. Oh yeah...consequences! Well like I was saying, I would have thought being a
boy and having to wear a used Kotex every day would have hopefully taught you
something about consequences. After that stupid stunt you tried last Sunday I
can see more um, permanent measures are required. Sooooo, guess what cutie?
Since you're already sucking cock, I thought a slut like you would love a tramp
stamp. I'm right aren't I," Candy asked looking directly into Bobbi's eyes,
daring him to disagree.
No fucking way I'm getting a tramp stamp Bobbi thought. He knew Candy was
speaking of a lower back tattoo, to be politically correct that is. Either way
there was no way he wanted one. He had seen girls with them, pretty butterfly's,
flowers or hearts. He had always thought they looked hot on girls...but NOT on
him. Although he hated the two tattoos he currently had he could almost forget
about them at times. They were easily hid but a tramp stamp, everyone would see
that especially with all the crop tops he had. "Miss Candy I don't think, um, I
mean couldn't you um, come up with something..."
That was as far as Bobbi got before he found Candy stuffing the used Kotex back
into his mouth, much to his dismay.
"Wrong answer stupid boy," Candy said after stuffing the used Kotex back into
Bobbi's mouth. She was still plenty mad about Bobbi trying to spike her eggs
with his disgusting discharge. We will see who eats what. "Let's get one thing
straight, the consequences for your stupid actions are NOT negotiable. You still
fail to realize that what I say goes! To put it simply, so even you can
understand, I'm the boss of you and you do what I tell you to whether you like
it or not." Placing her hands back on her hips and still grinding on his neck
and chin Candy was excruciatingly close to orgasm as she laid down the law to
Bobbi, a boy, an OLDER boy! The high she got from dominating boys was
insatiable.
Interrupted from her lecture and near orgasm by the sound of the doorbell, Candy
shouted out, "Come in." Immediately she felt Bobbi start to squirm and attempt
to escape. She simply leaned forward centering her weight over Bobbi's head
rendering his wild bucking and squirming useless. With his arms held high above
his head and firmly pinned under Candy's knees she knew he was going nowhere
until she let him.
Walking into the living room Rebecca immediately started giggling as she took in
the scene before her. She knew what to expect from her very recent conversation
with Candy but still! Candy was sitting very high on Bobbi's chest and had his
arms pinned beneath her knees. He was bucking and squirming like a trapped
animal and mumbling something unintelligible through the used Kotex stuffed into
his mouth. For all his squirming and bucking he was apparently going nowhere as
Candy seemed to have no problem riding out his bucking. He was obviously not
happy that she was here to witness the goings on. Too bad she thought to
herself, not my problem. "What's going on here?" Rebecca asked in mock
seriousness. "Have you guy's been fighting again?"
"Hi Becca," Candy greeted her BFF. "Not much of a fight, more like an ass
kicking," she giggled.
His face beet red from exertion and embarrassment, Bobbi slowly stopped trying
to escape from Candy. Why? Why did Rebecca have to be here?
Walking up to Candy and Bobbi, Rebecca leaned down and patted Bobbi's bulging
cheek while saying, "Oh you poor boy, getting beat up again and so soon after
Brittany kicked your ass. You really should think about staying out of fights
with the superior sex don't you think Tinker Bell?"
Literally embarrassed to tears, Bobbi started crying he was so humiliated. Both
girls noticed the tears instantly. "Oh I'm sorry cupcake, did I make you cry?"
Rebecca asked sarcastically.
Ashamed and embarrassed beyond belief, Bobbi shut his eyes but not before taking
in the sight of Rebecca leaning down over his face. As she had taunted him and
patted his cheek he could not help but smell her intoxicating perfume nor notice
her pretty face, her long hair up in a high ponytail. She was wearing a pair of
skinny jeans that were impossibly tight, on first seeing her, his gaze was drawn
up her legs to her feminine crotch incased in the skin tight jeans. Pink high
heeled sandals and a short pink sweater that showed off her perfectly flat
stomach and ample breasts caused poor Bobbi's penis to stir even under these
mortifyingly embarrassing circumstances.
"Have a seat Becca, Bobbi was just telling me how desperate he is to get a tramp
stamp."
"Really," giggled Rebecca. "Doesn't look he can say much."
"Well, he's also learning all about consequences, isn't that right Kotex boy?"
Candy said looking directly at Bobbi while pinching his check hard forcing his
eyes to open.
"Kotex boy," Rebecca laughed.
Helplessly trapped, fresh tears rolling down his face from Candy's hard pinch to
his cheek and mortified at Rebecca's presence, Bobbi very reluctantly nodded his
head yes in agreement to Candy. She was staring at him, waiting for his
acknowledgement, daring him to disagree...he knew.
"There now, that wasn't so hard to admit was it Tinker Bell? Gosh, boys can be
sooo dense sometimes," Candy said looking over to her best friend.
Rebecca returned Candy's smile and nodded in agreement, thoroughly enjoying the
show and excited at where it was going.
"Now Kotex boy, let's take that disgusting thing out of your mouth and you can
tell me and Rebecca just how much you want a pretty tramp stamp. That's what you
want, isn't it?" Candy asked, hands on her hips leaning down looking directly
into Bobbi's eyes.
His field of vision filled with the taunting words "Girl Power" stretched tight
over Candy's top, Bobbi slowly nodded his head in agreement. He had a hollow pit
in his stomach and his initial excitement at seeing Rebecca in her skinny jeans
had completely waned. Uber humiliated, his already tiny penis had shriveled up
to less than an inch in length.
Close to orgasm again, Candy slowly extracted the used Kotex from Bobbi's mouth.
"Yuck...how gross," snickered Rebecca on seeing the used Kotex pulled from
Bobbi's mouth. She was sitting above Bobbi's head now. He couldn't see her but
she could see him and from her chair she could look directly at Candy.
Her words stung him deeply. Oh how he hated that Rebecca was here. Her presence
amped up his humiliation a thousand times. It was one thing to humiliate himself
in front of Candy, but having her best friend here was excruciating painful. Not
wanting the used pad back in his mouth and knowing he had but one way out of
this predicament, yet not having a clue what to say, Bobbi started simpering
regardless on seeing the look on Candy's face, "Please Miss Candy, I-I, um have
always wanted to get a, a lower back tattoo. I've seen them on girls and, um I
think they are really sexy...
Rebecca started giggling madly as soon as Bobbi said "sexy" causing him to
pause.
Blushing even harder from Rebecca's giggling Bobbi carried on... "and pretty.
But I'm just not sure Mom, um I mean Mommy (corrected Bobbi on seeing Candy's
raised eyebrow at the word Mom) will approve." Bobbi thought of that at the last
second, he was proud of that and maybe, just maybe it was a cleaver way to back
out of getting the tattoo.
"No problem creampuff, I'll convince Mom but you're going to owe me."
Bobbi groaned at how easily things backfired on him. Candy seemed to constantly
outwit him, maybe he was just a dumb boy he sadly thought.
"I would have NEVER guessed you secretly wanted a tramp stamp Bobbi...what a
slut," Rebecca laughed uncontrollably.
"You don't know the half of it Becca, I know for fact he loves sucking cock and
he even swallows."
"Ewww groooosssss, what a slut! I guess a tramp stamp is perfect for you
then...Kotex boy," snickered Rebecca.
"This is just so exciting Bobbi, I know, I'll call Chrissy right now and see if
she can fit you in tonight. Do you know what kind you want?" Candy said while
clapping her hands in excitement.
"Uh, but what about Mom, Mommy," squeaked Bobbi desperately trying to stall.
"Don't worry about that little girl, you need to be worrying about what kind of
tramp stamp you're going to get. I mean obviously if you want one so badly you
have thought about what kind, right? Or are you as big of a bimbo as I think you
are?" teased Candy.
"Yes, I-I mean no, I mean um, I'm not exactly sure, I mean there are so many
pretty ones to choose from and..."
"Oh don't worry sissy, I'm sure me and Rebecca can help you pick out
something...pretty. Isn't that right Becca?"
"Absolutely, why don't I go look on the web for something and you can call
Chrissy," replied Rebecca.
Rebecca disappeared into Candy's room and her computer while Candy phoned the
tattoo shop. The second Rebecca left the room Bobbi started complaining about
his arms or tried to that is. Before he got two words out he felt Candy lift and
scoot up. To his utter disbelief she was suddenly sitting on his face,
literally!!!
That should shut him up Candy laughingly thought to herself. Waiting for an
answer Candy started to grind her pussy on Bobbi's mouth and nose.
"Hello, Classic Tattoo, this is Chrissy, how can I help you?" Hanging up the
phone a couple of minutes later Chrissy couldn't help but giggle. This Bobbi kid
had to be the biggest fairy she had ever heard of. This would be a fun job,
being female in a male dominated world she was only too happy to help put this
boy in his place. Besides, what difference did it make to her how much of a
sissy he was. Still, even she had never heard of a boy with a tramp stamp not to
mention a belly ring!
Shuddering from the best orgasm of her life, Candy slowly slid back off of Bobbi
giggling at the look on his face. He was wide eyed and his face was soaked with
her feminine juices. Glancing at her shorts she was amazed at how wet they were.
Resuming her tight pin she put her hands back on her hips and stared into
Bobbi's eyes. After a long moment she simply said, "Deal with it panty boy."
Seconds later Rebecca came bounding back into the living room. "OMG I found the
cutest tramp stamp." Handing a piece of paper to Candy she breathlessly asked,
"What do you think Cand?"
"OH-my-God...how cute," Candy exclaimed. Rebecca had printed out the tattoo. It
was a Hello Kitty tattoo.

"Oh Becca it's just perfect, I love it and I know Tinker Bell will too!" gushed
Candy. "Oh my gosh, I just thought of this, a pussy tramp stamp for a pussy."
Both girls burst into mad giggling the way only girls can.
His face still wet with Candy's juices Bobbi could only squirm in his panties
wishing the ground would open up and swallow him.
Noticing Candy's soaked shorts and Bobbi's slick face Rebecca put one and one
together. Teasingly she asked Bobbi, "What happened to your face cupcake, it's
all wet, where you crying again baby?"
"He was just experiencing a little Girl Power weren't you Kotex boy," Candy said
patting his cheek. Both girls giggled at Bobbi's embarrassed silence.
"He's not very talkative," commented Rebecca.
"They never are once they experience Girl Power Becca."
"I still can't believe Bobbi's always wanted a tramp stamp, shocking really.
Wait until I tell everyone at school what a slut he is."
Still trapped under Candy, Bobbi whimpered at hearing that.
Continuing on Rebecca said, "I've never heard of a boy with a belly ring and
tramp stamp, let alone a Tinker Bell tattoo."
"Well he's not really a boy Rebecca, he's more like, um, a sissy."
"Well if he's not a boy, how come he has a boy name?"
"Good question Becca. Actually he told me he wants to change his name, you know
since he 'came out' and everything."
"I-I," Bobbi started but stopped on seeing Candy's expression.
"Like I was saying," Candy said looking back at Rebecca. "Bobbi confided in me
shortly after he came out but he can't decide on which name he likes best."
"What are his choices?"
"You're not going to believe this Rebecca," giggled Candy.
"I'm sure I won't," Rebecca replied gleefully taking the bait.
Poor Bobbi just wished he could die. His face still wet with Candy's feminine
juices and the taste of the used Kotex fresh in his mouth, he could only lay
there trapped under Candy and take the abuse. It was just killing him that
Rebecca was here to witness Candy's total domination of him. He would have never
admitted it to himself before but lying on his back, Candy's smooth thighs
rubbing the sides of his face, he was forced to admit it now. Girl Power was a
very real thing to him and he was scared of it!
"Well it was just sooooo cute when he told me. He was so embarrassed he had to
write the names down on a piece of paper. Isn't that right Kotex boy," Candy
asked turning her attention to Bobbi.
Bobbi instinctively knew that he'd have the used pad back in his mouth if he
didn't 'play the game'. Shyly and with great reluctance he nodded his head in
the affirmative.
"See, I told you. The poor boy, he was so embarrassed, I can't blame him really.
Society doesn't really understand sissies and their desire to be as girlish as
possible. Even I never suspected macho man really wanted to wear pretty panties
and even wanted to be called the most embarrassing names imaginable."
"Such as...." Rebecca prompted looking right at Bobbi who quickly averted her
stare.
"Sissy, Pansy or Muffy, if you can believe that!"
"Muffy....?" Rebecca giggled over and over, her sides hurting. "OMG Bobbi, what
a fruitcake!"
His bottom lip quivering, Bobbi wondered frantically how he could get out of
this nightmare. "Muffy," where did she come up with that? He couldn't fathom
having any of the names, but Muffy...please no.
Sitting now at the top of Bobbi's trapped head, Rebecca looked down into his
puppy eyes and asked, "Bobbi, I mean Muffy," and started giggling madly again
before she regained her composure and asked the wimp. "So Muffy doll, what do
you think of the adorable Hello Kitty tattoo I found for you? Isn't it the
cutest thing ever?"
Bobbi wanted to argue he didn't pick the name Muffy yet, fuck! He didn't pick
any of them. Looking up at Rebecca's pretty upside down face he subconsciously
licked his pink lips while starring at her own creamy pink lips. In his confused
humiliation he squeaked, "It is really cute Rebecca." God he sounded like a fag
saying that Bobbi thought immediately to himself. In his humiliated mind, he
thought, but Rebecca's so pretty and the tattoo is kind of cute...FUCK! Stop
that kind of thinking you fag he scolded himself.
"I knew you'd love it Pansy," Rebecca smiled enjoying playing with his names.
"What do you say Sissy," Candy asked jumping in.
"Uh, um, thank you Rebecca?" Bobbi said more like a question.
"No problem Muffin," Rebecca said and leaned down and kissed his forehead.
"You'll look just precious with your cute new tramp stamp, I bet you can't wait
to show it to your boyfriend."
Bobbi could feel his face blush anew at the word "boyfriend". Rebecca was sooooo
pretty, oh how he wanted to kiss her creamy pink lips...Oh how he hated that she
thought he liked boys.
"I-I, um don't..."
"Please Sissy, with the way you and Miles were making out earlier today I'll bet
you're dying to bend over for him once you get it to show it off," Candy
interrupted, then as an afterthought added, "Slut."
Both girls giggled anew at that. Bobbi just blushed harder if possible.
Candy could tell from the way Bobbi was squirming that his skinny little wimp
arms hurt, Taking pity on him she removed her knees from his arms hardly worried
about the weakling causing any trouble with them free. "Well cupcake, I think
you should run along and wash up for your pretty appointment. While you're doing
that I suggest you finalize your new name choice. That should hopefully help
with your understanding of consequences... boy."
Candy still astride him, Bobbi weakly lifted his numb arms and rubbed his skinny
biceps while saying, "Yes Miss Candy." Please just get off of me you fat cow he
didn't say. For the moment he wasn't too worried about a name change, he didn't
see how she could do that. What he didn't know was that his Mom already had a
lawyer set up for just such a change.
Rebecca watched Bobbi shakily get to his high heeled feet once Candy dismounted.
His hair, face, big bow and blouse were a mess. Gosh that had been exciting, the
whole time she wished she was the one riding the wimp. She would have to talk to
Candy about that and see what could be 'arranged'.
Before he was allowed to retire to his 'boudoir' and freshen his makeup he had
to give Candy a respectful curtsey. An act that boys aren't supposed to perform,
let alone to their little sisters. Bobbi despised curtsies, such a stupid prissy
thing. Every time he did one he felt like a total pussy, today was no different
and Rebecca was there to witness it to boot.
As soon as Bobbi was out of ear shoot Rebecca gushed, "Oh my God Candy, you
totally own him! I thought the little fairy was going to start crying when you
made him curtsey to you," she laughed mocking his timid curtsey by performing
one of her own causing both girls to giggle. "I thought I was going to pee my
panties when you said Muffy. No way is he going to choose Sissy or Pansy. "
"I know Becca, that's exactly what I thought. The wimp will be forced to pick
Muffy, can you imagine being a boy named Muffy?"
"I don't think Mr. Macho is going to like that, he didn't look too happy about
his tramp stamp either. God I can't wait to see that Hello Kitty tramp stamp on
the sissy."
"Me either. I didn't know what I was going to make him get but you couldn't have
picked a more perfect one," Candy said high fiving her BFF.
"I bet the wimp thinks twice about fucking with you again," laughed Rebecca.
"Girl Power," Candy proudly exclaimed high fiving Rebecca again. Both girls
headed to Candy's room still talking a million miles a minute. Candy needed to
freshen up also.
Back in his bathroom Bobbi finished washing up. The first thing he did on
entering his bathroom was to wash his mouth out, repeatedly. He could wash the
taste out but he could not wash out the humiliation of having a used Kotex
stuffed into his mouth by his little sister. While brushing his teeth he was
reminded of his own wet and messy pad between his legs. Shamefully he knew he'd
think twice before messing with her again. As pissed as he was, he wasn't going
to dare fuck with her. Not after what she just did to him. Already his mind was
trying to block out the memory of Candy riding his face to, to orgasm. Oh the
fucking bitch.
Reapplying his makeup, only because he knew he had better, he thought, not just
yet anyway, but somehow, some way, she's going to get hers...
Strolling into his room like they owned it, Bobbi watched the two giggling girls
enter his room. Candy had changed into a pair of body hugging skinny jeans just
like Rebecca's but she still had on her 'Girl Power' T-shirt. "All ready big
brother?"
Going to get a Hello Kitty tramp stamp that he just did not want, Bobbi hardly
wanted to be reminded he was the 'big brother' or supposed to be he ruefully
thought. "Uh, what about Mommy?"
"Sheeez, don't be such a little girl Bobbi. I called Mom while you were making
yourself pretty again," Candy said putting her hand out and holding it limply
while saying, "making yourself pretty again". "Grab your purse and let's get
going, you can tell me and Rebecca all about what name you picked on the way."
Before they all stepped out of his room Rebecca walked up to Bobbi and starting
fussing with the big pink bow under his chin. "Here cupcake let me fix your
pretty bow, I think it got all messed when Candy beat you up," she teased.
Her words stung but her proximity excited. She was so pretty and her perfume so
intoxicating. Bobbi turned his embarrassed eyes away from hers and settled on
her oh so firm breasts. As he submissively stood there while she fixed his
stupid bow Bobbi felt his penis stir to life. By the time she patted his
tattooed and pantied bottom (much to his shock) and said, "All done sweetie," he
had a raging hardon rubbing against the messy pad between his legs.
"Let's go girls," Candy proclaimed and the three were off.
"Cheer up Muffin, you're going to look adorable with your tramp stamp," offered
Rebecca as Bobbi climbed into the back seat of her car.
"We are going to have to get you oodles of crop tops so you can show it off,"
Candy added. As usual, Bobbi had no reply. Meek and mild Muffy, just like
Rebecca had said back in Candy's room.
"So have you decided what you want to change your name to Bobbi honey? I just
think your choices are precious and a perfect idea since you know...you 'came
out' and everything. Don't you agree Candy?" Rebecca asked.
"Definitely, Bobbi's hardly a fitting name for such... a pansy."
Inexplicitly still excited from watching Rebecca's smoking hot ass wiggle in her
painted on skinny jeans as they walked out to her car, Bobbi was still trying to
get his throbbing erection under control as the dreaded and inevitable question
arose.
Turning to look at Bobbi in the back seat Candy said, "Well...?"
Still not considering the name change a legitimate threat but hardly amused with
Candy's choices he tried a different tact. "I, um, well, I kind of like
Tiffany," he said thinking of the first feminine name that popped into his head.
Anything would be better than the names Candy picked and maybe if he suggested a
feminine name she might relent. "I mean the other names are pretty (fuck that
sounded gay he moaned inside his mind) but I've been thinking..."
Before he got any further Candy interrupted him, "That is a pretty name Tinker
Bell but hardly appropriate for a boy who's a sissy. No I think your first three
choices are much better."
"I'm sure he's just excited about getting a tramp stamp Cand, why don't we give
him until after his appointment to decide. That way he can have something cute
to think about while he's getting his tattoo," Rebecca giggled playing the good
cop.
"I guess it's up to Bobbi, what do you say brother?"
Finding it hard to concentrate in his sexual stupor he mumbled, "Um, I guess I'd
like to wait, I mean think about it while I, uh, get the tattoo."
Much, much sooner than he would have cared, Bobbi found them turning into the
parking lot of the strip mall where the tattoo shop was. This can't be
happening.
Rebecca parked the car and turned to Bobbi and handed him the copy of the tattoo
she had printed out while Candy said, "Take that in and gave it to Chrissy.
Rebecca and I will be back in an hour to pick you up, that's about how long
Chrissy said it would take. Don't worry about the bill, I've already taken care
of that but don't worry, I'll figure out some way you can pay me back. We are
going to do a little shopping while you get your cute tattoo so, Ta-Ta."
Stunned at the thought of going in there alone he begged, "But aren't you guys
going in with me?"
"Don't be such a baby, now run along panty boy or you're going to be late,"
ordered Candy.
On shaky legs Bobbi exited the car. No sooner than his high heeled feet hit the
pavement, Candy pulled the door closed and Bobbi heard the door locks click.
Rebecca pulled out of her spot and Bobbi found himself standing there alone in
the parking lot. It was as if he was frozen in a moment of time, he seemed
unable to move though he could feel the wind on his hairless legs. Nervously he
clutched his little Tinker bell purse with two hands as he dumbly stood there
not knowing what to do. Another car pulled into the lot and parked several spots
away from Bobbi. The slamming door of the car as its occupant exited broke Bobbi
from his stupor. Glancing away from whomever it was he turned towards the tattoo
shop and willed his feet to move forward. Walking up to the shop he cringed when
he saw Chrissy and two guys standing outside the shop smoking cigarettes.
Thirty feet away the woman dropping her clothes off at the cleaners two shops
down from the tattoo shop was still looking at Bobbi walk away, "Oh my God, was
that a boy," she giggled to herself.
Numb with embarrassment Bobbi approached the three people smoking cigarettes at
the entrance of the tattoo shop.
On first noticing Bobbi, Chrissy had whispered to her companions, "That's him,
here he comes." All three watched his nervous approach as non-conspicuously as
possible. Putting on her professional aire Chrissy said, "Hi Bobbi, go on in.
I'll be there in a minute," and gestured to her cigarette.
Feeling like a complete fag in front of these strangers he was only too happy to
comply. Mumbling, "Hi," he entered the lobby and quickly sat down, setting his
hated purse next to him as he slid in the chair, pressing it against his leg and
the side of the chair, lest it be in plain view. A young girl behind the counter
greeted Bobbi after he was seated. He shyly said hello, grabbed a magazine and
pretended to look at it. Squirming in his little shorts and panties he
desperately had the incredible urge to flee. Bobbi was certain the young girl
behind the counter, the two guys outside with Chrissy and anyone else in the
shop all knew he was there to get a Hello Kitty tramp stamp. Surely Chrissy had
told everyone...please get me out of here...please.
Seconds dragged like minutes and the minutes like hours but eventually Chrissy
came back into the shop and walked up to Bobbi, "I love your blouse Bobbi, how
pretty! So let's see what you've got honey, your sister said you wanted a lower
back tattoo." That's what she said, taking a closer look at the fairy she could
see right thru his diaphanous blouse that buttoned up the back. His training bra
was clearly visible and she could even make out his new "Sissy" belly ring. What
kind of fruit cake dresses like this in public is what she thought.
"Uh, thanks Chrissy,' Bobbi squeaked while handing her the copy Rebecca had
given him.
Checking out the picture Bobbi gave her Chrissy exclaimed, "Oh my God, how cute!
My little sister adores Hello Kitty."
Somehow that news hardly made Bobbi feel better.
"Did you want to use the same colors as this one sweetie?"
"Er, um, yeah," Bobbi stupidly answered not expecting the question.
"Ok, give me a few minutes to get set up and then we can get started," she
sweetly said. What a cute little stutter she giggled to herself going to get her
station ready.
Half an hour later Bobbi was biting his bottom lip trying not to squirm, trying
not to flood his panties. His blouse was unbuttoned, hanging open in the back to
allow Chrissy access to his lower back. He knew his training bra was plainly
visible to Chrissy. He could think of no other reason a seventeen year old boy
would be wearing a training bra other than he was a complete sissy. He knew it
really should not matter considering she had already tattooed him in more
intimate places and seen more embarrassing things than his training bra. But
those humiliating facts did nothing to sooth him in the here and now. Chrissy
had him sat on an office chair facing the back. His butt was on the edge of the
seat as he leaned over the back of the chair, his arms resting on a little
table. This position essentially stretched the back skin tight insuring a
centered and better tattoo. It also was an extremely sexually suggestive
position to sit in with his butt sticking out. Not to mention Bobbi was sure she
could see his little panties down the back of his shorts.
Currently that was not his main concern. Getting tattooed was uncomfortable at
best and downright hurt at times. But when Chrissy worked on or around his spine
the sensation was stunning. It hurt and tickled at exactly the same time causing
him to squirm in his seat no matter how hard he tried not to. The erotic
position he was in, slightly exposed, his back arched and bottom sticking out,
the painful tickling on his spine all caused his little penis to spring to its
full diminutive length, against his will.
"Are you doing ok honey?" Chrissy asked not unfamiliar with the tickling
sensation clients got when she worked near their spines. Unfamiliar was giving a
boy a lower back tattoo. Hysterical was giving a boy a 'Hello Kitty' lower back
tattoo or what most people called, a "tramp stamp". As amused as she was though
she kept her professional demeanor the best she could, besides it's not like he
could see her smile as she worked on him.
"I-I-I'm ok th-thanks, it, um, just tickles sometimes," Bobbi squeaked...think
about baseball, anything he thought.
Over an hour later Bobbi sat in the lobby of the tattoo shop fuming. His lower
back was stinging and he could feel the soaked pad between his legs with every
movement he made. To his utter shame he had an orgasm while being tattooed. He
could still remember helplessly shooting spurt after spurt into his already wet
pad as he bit his lip unable to stop the flood. Chrissy had stopped tattooing
him at his whimpered, "Ohhhh," asking if he was alright. He was just sure she
knew what had happened and still, here he sat. "Where the fuck is Candy and
Rebecca he angrily thought." They should have been here to get him a long time
ago. Every time a new customer came in, he blushed all anew. Oh those bitches...
Eventually Rebecca and Candy arrived to collect Bobbi. In their skinny jeans,
the two pretty young things turned heads wherever they went. Such was the case
the second they entered the tattoo shop. The male tattoo artist and the middle
aged man he was talking to both eyed Candy and Rebecca as soon as they came into
the shop, surprised to see these two hotties walk over to the fruitcake meekly
waiting for his ride.
"Sorry we're late Tinker Bell but you are going to be so excited, we found just
the cutest little tops so you can show off your new tramp stamp," Candy
gleefully exclaimed walking right up to Bobbi and pinching his cheek as she
spoke.
"Stand up Bobbi and turn around, I'm dying to see your tramp stamp," Rebecca
said excitedly while grabbing Bobbi's hand and pulling him up.
His hand in hers as she pulled him to his feet, Bobbi thrilled at even this
innocent touch from such a pretty girl. He practically swooned when Rebecca
placed her hands on his hips and spun him around.
"Oh pooh he's got a bandage over it," pouted Rebecca.
"Chrissy probably didn't want him to mess his dainty blouse," giggled Candy.
"Let's get panty boy home so we can see it."
Seeing the way the two pretty girls completely overwhelmed their "dainty"
charge, the middle aged man inquiring about a tattoo could not believe his eyes.
His eye was naturally drawn to the incredibly hot teens but still...he could not
help but stare at the effeminate boy standing before him. Never in his life had
he seen such an obvious pantywaist that apparently just got a tramp stamp!
Almost giddy to be out of the lobby Bobbi squeaked as he stumbled on his three
inch pink heels while walking to Rebecca's car. Trailing the confident girls
timidly he could feel his wet and squishy Kotex with every mincing step he took.
Reminding him of the most humiliating orgasm of his young life he felt the
stress of being stuck in the lobby of Classic Tattoos wash away. He was grateful
the last half hour or so while waiting for the girls to pick him up that Chrissy
had been working on another client. Although nothing was said, he just knew that
she knew that he messed his panties while she worked on him. After his first
visit to Chrissy and now this time...he'd be happy if he never saw her again.
Gingerly sitting down in the back seat Bobbi had no sooner closed the door when
Candy turned in her seat and said, "I can't believe you got a tramp stamp Bobbi,
what a slut."
"Er...please don't say that Miss Candy, I-I mean I'm um, not a slut." And I
didn't want a stupid tramp stamp Bobbi angrily thought.
"Becca, if you heard of a girl in school who sucked cock and swallowed on the
first date, what would you call her, more importantly, what would the boys call
her?" Candy asked.
"But I didn't," Bobbi started then stopped when Candy turned towards him.
"A slut or tramp," giggled Rebecca.
"Don't forget your boyfriend told me everything, so don't try denying it. Just
because you're a boy doesn't mean you're not a slut panty boy," Candy said like
a 'know it all'.
"Just like a guy to use a double standard," huffed Rebecca
"You mean a sissy," corrected Candy.
"Guy or sissy, who's the one with the tramp stamp?" Rebecca said.
"Not I and I know you don't have one," turning to look at Bobbi, Candy smiled
and said, "That leaves you cupcake, so enough of your silly denials...slut.
Besides, it's no secret you love the taste of cum."
"Eeewww, gross," Rebecca said disgustedly
Extremely uncomfortable with any talk concerning his "boyfriend" especially
around Rebecca, a girl he thought was soooo hot, Bobbi knew it was futile to try
and argue his side. Staring down at his smooth thighs Bobbi felt his face burn
with embarrassment, not wanting to believe he had a Hello Kitty tramp stamp or
that he had really swallowed another guys cum. The pain in his lower back told
him otherwise on at least one account.
It all happened so fast, one minute he was walking into the house after school
and before he knew what hit him it seemed like he was standing in the parking
lot with nowhere to go BUT the hated tattoo shop! And now...everyone will see
this tattoo unlike the others, OMG...what will I say? Even IF I get out of these
clothes, these fucking tattoo's...why? Why did I let it happen? Squirming yet
again in his little panties, feeling the wet pad between his legs against his
hairless balls and penis, Bobbi worried that these "changes" were so permanent.
How can I go back to being a boy, a normal boy?
An author's side note. As you can observe from the pictures below, lines can
become blurred, fantasies can become reality. Having a Hello Kitty tramp stamp
of my own, not to mention two sissy tattoo's and a pierced belly, I believe I
can relate to Bobbi in a way few other authors can relate to their heroines. I
do not wish to imply this makes me a better author, only one with intimate
knowledge of certain subjects and feelings. I find myself as embarrassed and
humiliated as little Bobbi and can assure you, the readers, that just as Bobbi
will learn, there just is no explaining a Hello Kitty tramp stamp on a boy.
Receiving that tattoo was an incredibly embarrassing experience, deeply
humiliating, as it is every time I see it and just perfect for a sissy like
me...or Bobbi. Something that should keep both of us squirming in our panties
for a long, long time.

"So panty boy," Candy said from the front seat, not turning to look at Bobbi but
instead at Rebecca. Forgetting about his tattoos and boyfriend for a second,
Bobbi sighed knowing what must be coming. "What name did you pick, we're just
dying to know."
"I-I um like Muff, Muffy the best," Bobbi stammered feeling like an ass just
saying the word Muffy.
"How adorable Bobbi, I thought for sure you'd pick Pansy but I think Muffy is
cute too. Is that short for Muffin?" Rebecca asked Bobbi quickly looking in his
direction and giggling at his embarrassed blushing.
Not giving him a chance to answer, Candy laughingly said, "No Becca, it's short
for Muffy the Maid."
"Muffy the Maid," laughed Rebecca. "Oh my Bobbi, I mean Muffy, is that what
you've always wanted to be, a maid?"
"He just loves his maids dress and prancing around with his feather duster. You
should see when he bends over Becca, his cute little panties are on full
display," Candy said while fondly remembering the vision of Bobbi bent over
while dusting something low, his panties showing, much to his chagrin.
"What a slut," Rebecca giggled, not that she had stopped giggling.
"I know how embarrassed you get Muffy but I also know how terribly excited you
are that all your secret dreams are coming true. Now that you've picked your new
name all's we have to do is fill it in. I found this site called Legalzoom and
guess what. We can do your name change on-line, it's a snap. Isn't that awesome
panty boy?" teased Candy thoroughly enjoying the crestfallen look on Bobbi's
face.
Back at the Sullivan residence the two girls had the newly named and tattooed
wimp standing in his door less bedroom sans blouse. As Muffy stood with his
fingertips resting on his head, fairy style, Rebecca slowly peeled off the
protective bandage over his tramp stamp. "Oh-my-God," both girls exclaimed in
stereo once the bandage was removed.
"How cute," Rebecca breathlessly said.
"It's adorable, I just love it," gushed Candy sincerely. "It's so you Muffy,"
Candy said while patting his bottom. "I think you should come up with three
things you can do to thank Rebecca for picking out such a perfect tattoo for you
and also for being nice enough to drive you to get it, don't you agree cupcake?"
Candy said while patting his soft bottom again.
His back to the taunting girls, Bobbi bit his bottom lip in frustration as Candy
patted his bottom. An act he found utterly condescending. If he tried doing that
to her he knew she would beat him up for sure. God forbid it if he even touched
her... "Bitch," he thought but said, "Uh, um yeah." He knew a couple things he
wouldn't mind doing for Rebecca but realized how farfetched that thought was as
he stood there in his training bra with Candy and Rebecca admiring his new
tattoo.
"How sweet Muffy, maybe you can do my nails for me after dinner. I noticed you
have the prettiest colors on your dresser," Rebecca offered for a start.