The Patriot Game
By Marina Kelly
This is a fictional chronicle of a normal hardworking guy named Jack. The federal government made him an offer he couldn't refuse. All they asked was for Jack to go undercover to help the U.S. Government ensnare a terrorist.
A NOTE REGARDING THIS STORY.
This is a fictional chronicle of a normal hardworking guy named Jack. The federal government made him an offer he couldn't refuse. All they asked was for Jack to go undercover to help the U.S. Government ensnare a terrorist.
Any resemblance of the characters depicted in the story to actual individuals is coincidental. All events are the sole responsibility of the author. None of the scenes in this story depict minors engaged in any sexual encounter.
This story has been previously posted on other sites. Ms. Laurie Satori strongly encouraged me to edit/change parts of the story. It is being posted here with a strong rewrite; some new chapters have been added. I had my BFF Monica Rose edit the material so it should be more readable. Thanks Ladies for your help. Marina
Marina: [email protected]
These are the times that try men's souls: The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of his country; but he that stands by it now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman.
"For the love of one's country is a terrible thing.
It banishes fear with the speed of a flame,
And it makes us all part of the patriot game.
For I read of our heroes, and wanted the same.
To play out my part in the patriot game."
Old Irish folk ballad
Chapter 1 - And in the beginning.
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At dusk on the romantic beaches of Key Largo, two star-crossed lovers strolled on the hot golden sands, holding hands. Jim wore only a pair of swimming trunks, narcissistically showing off his muscular torso. His date, Sara, was attired in a short white cotton halter sundress that flaunted her curvy figure and silky soft skin. Her expertly applied makeup was very dramatic, albeit a tad heavy for a day at the beach. The couple stopped calf deep in the surf to watch the sunset. The two lovers embraced and locked lips while the thundering surf sent up pillars of foam as it broke against their legs.
Sara ignored the fact her dress was drenched by a rogue wave, as the see-through fabric melded to her braless chest. Caught up in her passion for her boyfriend Jim, Sara ground her hips into his crotch. Sara was partaking in her favorite pastime, sticking her tongue as far down Jim's throat as she could get. Jim was not immune to the passionate moment and clung to her body with all his might.
Sara suddenly went rigid startled as something cold and slimy brushed against her leg. As the wave retreated, she felt the gross object entangle and trap her ankle. Assuming she was caught in kelp, she kicked her leg to free it from its snare. Her foot met something solid and not rubbery as she anticipated.
Breaking the kiss long enough to glance down in the foam, Sara saw something that caused her blood to run cold. The evening tide had swept the remnants of a man's torso ashore. Staring up at Sara was a lifeless bloated face, with empty eye sockets. The surging breakers had positioned her foot in his crotch. The torso was missing both arms and most of its legs. Sara knew it was a male because his manly part was bobbing in the surf like a lighthouse buoy. With a deep-throated scream, Sara fainted dead away, joined seconds later by her date.
A bystander heard the scream and dialed 911. The first responder was a rookie policeman, Tim O'Brien. His initial reaction was to preserve the evidence. He dragged the cadaver above the high-water mark. He then turned his attention to Sara, the distressed young woman.
A short time later his partner, Sergeant Gomez, arrived. "Hey Rookie, what's up?"
"The body is over there. The two eyewitnesses are sitting on the bench by the sidewalk. Careful Sarge, watch the vomit."
"Thanks Tim, I will get CSI to take samples."
"There is no need for that sergeant, the barf is mine."
Laughing, Sgt Gomez asked, "Your first dead body?"
"Hell no, Sergeant, it's that girl over there. She was out cold, laying face down in the surf when I arrived. Following protocol, I started artificial resuscitation. I am actually good at giving mouth to mouth and was really getting into it. After all, she is gorgeous and her wet dress left nothing to the imagination. She revived enough to respond to me. She reached up and clung to my neck and we tongue wrestled for a while."
"What about her partner?"
"He was out cold too, but was positioned face up in the surf. Since I am dumb, not stupid, I concentrated my efforts on the beautiful woman."
"After their recovery, while I was interviewing them, I discovered Sara is actually a male, named Sam Johnson."
O'Brien's expression took on a look of disgust. "She/he/It whatever, works as a waitress in some sports bar in Key West. Realizing I had been French kissing...I mean giving CPR to a guy is when I lost my dinner. It must be bad karma, or some kind of cosmic practical joke. No male should be that good-looking. Those breast are real too, please don't ask me how I know that."
"Welcome to the Keys, Officer O'Brien. We have a thriving community of transvestites here. If they aren't your thing, steer clear of the bars on the east end of Duval. As you have found out, some of the girls are beauty pageant material. You need to learn to check under the hood, before taking a test drive."
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Several months prior, the National Security Agency monitored various communication systems and revealed a possible spy ring operating in the U.S. This spurred Homeland Security into investigating Vladimir Vasiliev, an ex-KGB agent living in Key West, Florida. HLS phone taps and e-mail intercepts confirmed that an ex-lover of Vladimir's still living in Russia was recently arrested and tortured to death. Vladimir believes he was betrayed by a CIA agent still working in Russia. That plus the prospect of a large payoff has been the impetus to get him to reactivate an old sleeper cell. Implications were that he was attempting to sell their services by actively pursuing well-known mid eastern representatives.
Then things got really serious. Someone hacked into the HLS computer system. The tecknogeeks assured everyone: No one could get past the firewall. However, chatter on the net indicated otherwise. Someone sold what they claimed was the entire HLS personnel file, to include SSNs and employee photos. The high bidder's IP address had been traced back to Vasiliev.
The threat had risen into a major priority and became a political hot potato. Bill Hampton was promoted and overnight transferred in from the HLS Central region to deal with this issue. Upon arriving at the Miami HLS office, Bill wanted to make an instant impact. So taking the first eager volunteer, he placed an agent undercover as a bartender in a local bar that law enforcement believed was frequented by Vasiliev.
Director Bill Hampton's hastily put together plan had quickly turned into a disaster. DNA testing confirmed the identity of the human remains washed ashore as their undercover agent.
Bill Hampton liked to be called 'Wild Bill.' A nickname he rightly deserved from his frequent high-risk operations.
Bill leaned on a stack of unpacked boxes. His massive weight threatened to topple the stacked boxes. He stared at what he had been told were his two best agents, Steve Garibaldi and Fred Phillips. They stood at attention in front of his desk. Bill had just received a real tongue lashing from 'The' boss over the death of his agent. Now Bill demanded to know what went wrong. "Garibaldi you are the senior field agent. I am holding you personally responsible for this fuck up."
Steve stood in shock, he ground his teeth together in frustration. He was the only one in the department that recommended against the plan and fought the idea until he was told to shut up and do what he was told.
"Damn it, do you two incompetents have any idea what this is going to do to my career? I need to know, like yesterday, what happened to old, what's his name?"
"Conklin, sir," Steve said. "His name was David Conklin."
"Yeah whatever. Garibaldi, if I go down for this, I'm taking you with me."
Under his breath Steve mumbled, "Yeah whatever."
Steve somberly remembered Agent Conklin, an ex-New York City cop. He was a smart eager kid, with bright green eyes, at a touch over six feet tall; he was buffed, with a capital B and had the wholesome good looks of a college Homecoming King with the physique of a Navy Seal.
"Garibaldi put that Ivy League mind to use and go create a perfect, foolproof plan. I want to get this SOB, Vladimir Vasiliev. No days off for anyone until we have a plan in place. Now get your asses out of here so I can unpack all these boxes."
Since the failed undercover operation, Bill had been more ill-tempered than normal. The entire department was working around the clock, assisting Steve in developing a new plan to target Vladimir Vasiliev (AKA Ivan) a Russian immigrant.
Reeling from his failed operation, Bill rejected two other newly hatched plans for their lack of originality. Saturday afternoon, Bill, safely ensconced behind his large executive desk loosened his tie, pulled his zipper down and started to surf porn sites. He hated working weekends.
Meanwhile in an office down the hall, Steve trumpeted "Hallelujah!"
His cry startled Fred, his office mate, who inadvertently dropped his government issued iPhone. "Piss on you, Steve, I almost had the high score, now I am going to have to start all over."
Steve turned to his partner who was reclining in his high back Executive Office Chair with his feet propped on his desk, a table piled with towering mountains of papers. Steve cautiously avoided contacting the desk for fear of initiating an avalanche and disturbing Fred's filing system.
"Fuck your game! I think we've finally found our man--the perfect candidate who can make our plan work. Using the search criteria we created and matching them to every civilian and government database available, the computers identified three possible candidates. The shrinks, have just completed their evaluations and they all agree, this guy Jack is our man. Now all I have to do is sell it to Bill."
Fred rubbed his bloodshot eyes and forgot his computer game. His thoughts now envisioned a full night off with his new girlfriend, Lucy.
Steve celebrated by high fiving Fred, then he ran his hand through Fred's crew cut blond hair.
Fred glared at his partner from his chair.
Steve collected the printout off the HP LaserJet. It had taken awhile. Nonetheless, they had finally found that one person who would make this a workable plan. He fit almost every desired characteristic.
Steve confided in Fred, "I hope the boss agrees. It's not a 100% match for the undercover profile. However, it is close enough for government work."
Steve took the printouts and placed them inside a Homeland Security Top Secret folder. Putting on his suit coat, using his reflection in the office window, he checked his tie. He tucked the folder under his arm, and headed out of the cubicle.
Fred sat upright is his chair and said, "Dude, wait a minute you forgot something. I just need to find it." Fred rummaged through a pile of papers that were balanced on top of his opened desk drawer. He pulled out a dozen sheets clipped together. He grabbed the file from Steve and inserted the packet of papers in the folder. "Garibaldi, we spent a week studying this nerd and his wife, and you almost forgot the special photographs I worked so hard on assembling."
Steve thanked Fred and headed towards the director's office. He purposely strolled down the long hallway, dreaming of a commendation. He confidently marched past a dozen cubicles all packed with exhausted agents. Arriving at the Director's office, he knocked.
Bill called out, "Wait a minute." The director frantically tried to pull up his zipper, but it became stuck. Doing the next-best thing, he slid his flabby body as far under the desk as his stomach would allow.
Steve stood anxiously awaiting his audience with the boss.
"Okay," Bill yelled. "Get in here."
Opening the door, Steve marched in, and came to attention two paces in front of Bill's desk. Steve had an inclination to salute, but managed to restrain himself as old habits are hard to overcome.
Keeping his eyes fixed straight ahead staring at the obligatory photos of the President and director of HLS. Steve held out an inch-thick folder and proudly declared, "Mr. Hampton. I have the plan you have been waiting for."
Bill answered in a bored tone, "Steve. I hope you got it right this time. I'm a busy man and have some unfinished business to take care of. Drop the report in my inbox, and give me the executive summary."
Steve lowered his eyes to the desk. There were three boxes. From experience, Steve knew there was an inbox, outbox, and a too hard to handle box. If your report went into the latter, it was like the Bermuda Triangle. It would never surface again. Steve figured he had to sell this thing the first time.
As Bill closed down his laptop computer, he glared at his senior field agent and resented the interruption to his personal time.
"Boss, this plan differs from our standard modus operandi. This is a creative new approach, maybe even a tad devious. We don't use a professional agent. No wiretaps or surveillance teams on our target. It calls for us to take advantage of our Russian's one major weakness, his fondness for pretty transvestites."
Smugly he continued, "My plan requires finding an intelligent individual who can think on his feet and become friends with Vladimir while looking passable as a cross dresser."
Hampton's bored expression changed to one of mild interest.
"We don't go after Vladimir," Steve said. "We completely back off and we let him come to us. The intelligence department is convinced that Comrade Vladimir Vasiliev has access to all of our personnel files and uses facial recognition technology on anyone approaching him. We believe he identified Agent Conklin within hours of his applying for the bartender's job.
"So for this mission, we use a civilian, a guy with no connection to the government at all. Vladimir will be overconfident, believing he can detect any threats by using his new recognition software. We place our agent in his favorite hangout and play it slow and easy. We just need to make sure our guy is woman enough for him. We just dangle the bait out there and wait for Vladimir to gulp it down. Our agent takes no actions to announce his existence. Rather he intentionally remains in the shadows and plays shy and hard to get. We ensure Vladimir makes all the moves. The key is our man has to earn Ivan's trust; he does that by becoming his friend, first. Once our guy is fully accepted into his inner circle, he can become our mole; he will never probe for information. He'll simply listen, watch, and record. Of course he'll keep a sharp eye out for any suspicious characters – mid eastern and otherwise. With luck he'll be able to identify all of Vladimir's associates. With the ultimate goal of determining what their positions are within his organization. If our agent gets lucky, he'll find out what Ivan has planned. I'm convinced that by just observing Ivan he should be able to provide us with enough information to allow us to round up the whole ring, not just Ivan."
Steve's nascent plan appeared to catch Bill's interest. "What will make Vladimir invite our agent into his private inner sanctum?"
"All right boss, that's the beauty of my plan. Success hinges on selecting the perfect operative. I think I've found just such a person. The psych guys say there is a 94% positive compatibility quotient between our candidate and Vladimir. We couldn't have done better on Match.com."
"That's great news, but I'm not interested in playing cupid for Vladimir. A 94% match, sounds too good to be true."
"Boss, trust me this plan is flawless!"
"I'll be the one to decide that, now get on with it!"
"My candidate's a native-born Russian; therefore he knows the culture and speaks the language. He moved here as a child with his parents. His interests and talents are in synch with Vladimir's. We are not building a new persona with our guy. We don't have to mess with teaching him a cover life. The foundation will be rock solid. The only changes we are making are cosmetic.
Bill made a sour face and thought back to the photos of the tortured undercover agent.
Steve continued his briefing. "There isn't any requirement for playacting, which is where so many undercover operations screw up. Our guy has to only be himself. He just does it in drag."
With a nod of his head, Bill indicated that Steve should sit down.
As Steve settled into a chair, he placed a summary sheet on Bill's desk and began to run through it.
"Of course you are familiar with our target, Vladimir?"
Bill Hampton sighed impatiently and looked for the 1000th time at the gangster's photo, while one hand was under the desk furiously trying to pull up his zipper.
Steve moved to the next point of his briefing. "As a retired KGB agent, and muscle for the Russian mob. This guy is certifiable crazy, really mean."
With a rolling of his hand, Hampton gestured for Steve to speed up the process. Bill sighed in relief as he finally succeeded in closing his front door. 'Now if his Lap Rocket would only go down...'
"As you know, Vladimir's a heavy drinker, almost exclusively vodka. He chain smokes cigarettes and likes an occasional Cuban cigar. He also likes to suck on other cylindrical objects, if you get my meaning."
Bill Hampton got up from his chair, checked his zipper and began to pace across the room. "All right Garibaldi, get your mind out of the gutter and get on with the plan." Director Hampton was not a patient man.
"Vladimir has never married. All his long-term relationships have been with extremely feminine trannies. That is; gay men that look and live full time as women."
"That fits, and may explain the physical mutilation of our unfortunate operative."
Steve nodded and then continued. "It's been confirmed that Vladimir's most frequent hangout is a bar in Miami called the Pink Pussycat, a den of perverts. Officially, it's a Sports Bar and Grill. While it's not strictly a gay bar, all the employees are transvestites, so it attracts a very select crowd. If Vladimir is not there, he can be found aboard his yacht, the Pink Flamingo. If you notice there is a very distinct trend. I will bet this guy wears pink skivvies."
Hampton paced to the American flag standing in one corner, stopped for a moment. "Skip the moralistic discourse. Get on with it. I assume this bar is where you want to plant our new agent."
"Yes, sir. Like a great number of Russians, Vladimir is an ardent chess player. He has a high- stakes game going most nights at the bar."
Bill interrupted with, "Aside from Femme boys, is that his only form of entertainment?"
"No, sir. Vladimir has box seats at the ballet. And because of its violent nature, he also loves to watch and wager on American professional football. From his picture, it is evident that eating is one of his favorite pastimes. He insists all his meals be prepared by a gourmet chef."
A myriad of thoughts raced through Hampton's head. Perhaps Vladimir's habits, hangouts, and hobbies could be exploited. Bill thought of fixing one of the NFL games and getting Vladimir in trouble with the bookies, but quickly rejected the concept. Screwing with the great American game of football is beyond even HLS capabilities.
"Boss, now here is my plan. Our nominated candidate is almost too good to be true. He is acquainted with all of Vladimir's areas of interest. He was born in a small Russian village near the Finish border. He still has distant relatives there. He became a naturalized U.S. citizen at 12. His parents were killed in an auto accident eight years ago, and he has no siblings. He is a nationally ranked chess player and a gourmet chef. As a young boy, he took ballet lessons. In addition to the psychological compatibility, our candidate has the perfect physical build. His lack of muscularity and slight almost effeminate size make him an archetype transvestite. He has no close male friends. Other than a wife, he is a free agent."
"Vladimir is extremely paranoid, mistrustful of all strangers. We can expect him to fully vet our guy. As a civilian with no contacts to any U.S. Government agency, during any background check he will appear as pure as the driven snow and untraceable to us."
Steve rubbed his hands together as if washing them clean.
"Mr. Hampton, we need to be very cautious with Vasiliev. He can bring vast resources into play. Vladimir has shown a willingness to apply unprecedented effort to check out anyone who gets close to his inner circle. We have hearsay accounts that Vladimir once had his goons hold down a suspected informer while Vladimir used a pair of pliers to pull the guy's tongue out."
"Really, do you believe that report?" asked Bill.
Steve nodded. "Yeah, it fits Vladimir's profile. It is alleged, that when it comes to interrogations, his philosophy is, 'If you want something done right, do it yourself.' He personally participates in all torture sessions."
Hampton felt a chill, as his thoughts drifted back to the mutilated agent. "Whoever we send in undercover will be risking his life."
Shaking off the few misgivings he might have he smiled and said, "Well Steve, with all our experience and resources, if we can't do it, then no one can. Now get on with your plan."
Bill was becoming exasperated with the sluggishness of Steve's presentation. With a rolling of his hand, Hampton gestured for Steve to speed up the process.
"Boss, this cover will be perfect, no loopholes. Our guy's road to self-discovery as a transvestite will need to be fully supported by the testimony from his wife, his boss and co-workers. "We fully expect all of them to be questioned by Vladimir's operatives. With his diminutive build and lack of forceful personality, there are rumors at his work that he is a closeted gay."
"The candidate's name is Jakov Sokolov."
"For God's sake Steve, what kind of a name is that?"
"Not sure, I'm not certain that I have the pronunciation right. However, he anglicized his first name and goes by Jack."
Steve looked up from his notes, and in machine gun fashion rattled off all the positive attributes possessed by Jack. "Boss that is why I am certain this is a flawless plan! Our candidate has the perfect build, with his slight almost effeminate size, his dancing background. His light blond hair, that in my opinion it is a touch long for a businessman as it covers his ears. He has no facial hair to speak of. He is also an avid professional football fan. Jack worked his way through college as a chef in some fancy French restaurant. This guy could be Vladimir's 'good' twin."
Steve took a deep lungful of air and continued, "A quick review of his medical records indicates Jack is in excellent health. Based on recent medical bills there seems to be a fertility problem. It appears to be the wife's and not his."
Garibaldi passed a series of photos to the boss. "His driver license says he is 5-5, 130 lbs, although owing to stress he has recently lost weight. We estimate he is now closer to 120 lbs.
Again, Steve mentally thanked Fred for remembering the photos. He owed Fred big time. "The first one is his DMV photo. The other is from our surveillance team as he was leaving work. The next dozen are his college yearbook portraits after being run through a virtual body makeover program. You can see that with long hair, tits and makeup he has real potential."
Bill scanned several pages of photos. As Bill intently studied the portraits, he saw nothing but an attractive woman. She was no raving beauty but terrifyingly the feminized Jack was more attractive than Bill's wife, and almost as good-looking as last night's hooker.
Bill gave Steve a self-satisfied smirk and said, "Steve you're quite devious. I'd expect a plan like this from a lawyer. Now get on with the report."
Steve skimmed through the academic records. "In math and science, he was always in the top of his class. He was offered a fellowship in computer science upon graduation, but opted to go into business, because he had a boatload of student loans to pay off. Boss, just based on his academic record, he is probably a lot smarter than most of the people in this department." Steve paused went into bootlicking mode than added, "Yourself excluded of course."
Hampton resumed his pacing. "Steve, you skipped the big one!" Bill looked pissed.
"Yes, regretfully chief, our candidate has one major flaw. There is no evidence that Jack is a transvestite."
"Go on idiot; stop making me drag it out of you."
"I believe we use the fact he is a novice crossdresser to our advantage. We don't pretend Jack is a lifelong fairy. Rather, we play it as close as possible to the truth. The cover story is that Jack has recently discovered his long suppressed feminine side. He came out to his wife and coworkers. She reacted negatively to his alter ego and threw him out. After we complete his training, he goes to work in the Pink Pussycat club to support his new lifestyle."
"All right Steve, you have convinced me this young man is a possible candidate. How do you plan on getting him to volunteer for this mission?"
"As a naturalized citizen, I will initially appeal to his patriotism."
"Fuck Steve, what universe do you live in? You had me convinced we finally had a contender. No red blooded male is going to volunteer for a mission like this."
"Relax boss, I am sure we can backdoor this situation."
Bill flinched at the pitiable pun. "How?" Doubt was etched on Bill's face.
"Jack was always a bit of a child prodigy in math and science, a confirmed geek from the start. He was a loner. His school teachers mostly referred to him as being socially retarded, no actual close friends growing up. He was always willing to volunteer to help his fellow students, hoping to get them to like him."
Hampton wondered if the tag 'socially retarded' described half the agents under his command at HLS.
"The shrinks have classified Jack's personality as being a Goodist's."
A bewildered Bill said, "What the hell is that"?
"Boss, Goodists are people with personalities who put the needs and desires of others before their own. These individuals are very caring and have a strong desire to have other people like them. They modify their social, cultural, and religious norms in order to be perceived as a good friend, spouse, child, or employee. Goodists routinely change their plans and go out of their way to help out others. So we are confident, we can simply persuade him to help."
"A goddamn Goody two shoes? I'm not sure I buy it. Garibaldi, you are a talented agent, but if you were a salesman, you'd starve to death."
Steve bit his tongue.
An exasperated Bill said, "All right numb nuts if that's your plan A, I pray you have a plan B.
"I do Boss." Steve slid a picture of a beautiful, red-headed woman, with large plump breasts, and a small ski jump nose to Bill.
Almost salivating at the photo Bill enquired, "Who's this babe?"
"That is Rose, Jack's wife.
"So this loser has a hottie for a wife. That only complicates things."
"Boss, I'm certain we can get his wife to intercede on our behalf."
"Why would the wife be of any help?"
"Her maiden name was Rose Ann Kelly. Like most Mick's, she has had a lifetime love affair with booze."
"What's your plan, get her drunk and put her in a compromising position?"
"I hadn't thought of that boss, good idea." Steve immediately took a notebook from his pocket and jotted down the boss's idea, as if it warranted further consideration.
"They met in college and then ended up working for the same company, Software R Us. After a brief courtship they got married."
"Boss, I am convinced that Rose can be a real asset in this process."
"How?"
She's a gung ho patriot in addition to being a driven and extremely ambitious woman. The shrinks tell me she is the Alpha partner in their marriage. All indications are that she has designs on breaking the glass ceiling and moving into upper level management.
An impatient Bill spread his hands to the side in a gesture of so what!
"Our research shows that Rose has a somewhat checkered past. She was a leader in her schools feminist/lesbian movement, and was extremely promiscuous. . After her brother was killed in 9-11 she tried to enlist in the Army. Her application was turned down. Interviews with her school mates indicated she is a lesbian or bisexual at the least, she had a string of girlfriends interspersed between male lovers. "She also has a history of forced feminization on a boyfriend. Our cyber tech guys researched her internet usage and found recent visits to several forced feminization web pages in addition to numerous Lesbian Erotica sites. If not a full-blown fetish she certainly has shown an interest in this kind of thing.
Bill folded his arms across his chest in exasperation.
Steve continued. "I am convinced we can use her predisposition toward female domination as the carrot, and then use blackmail - the threat of revealing her lascivious past to the board of directors of Software R Us as the stick. Together these can be used to ensure her assistance in the transformation of her husband.
"If that fails, then option three, we can tempt her with money. With the combination of a slow economy, and their incompetent boss, our financial division is predicting future economic problems for our candidate and his wife. They just purchased a new home, presumably making room for a baby. The house is really more than they can afford. We might be able to use money as an enticement."
Bill's face lit up now this was something he was familiar with. "Good! Money is always a great motivator, especially when you don't have enough."
Bill made a major issue of glancing at his watch. "Is there any indication of infidelity by either of them? That is usually a great way of turning someone."
"No sir, there isn't any evidence of unfaithfulness by either spouse. In fact we have it on good authority that Jack was a virgin on his wedding day."
Bill smiled and thought, 'Not many of those around anymore.' "All right Garibaldi good presentation."
Bill pulled out the last of the photos from the stack before him. Bill stared down at a picture of Steve with long curly hair, heavy dramatic makeup, wearing a low-cut evening dress, and displaying a Playboy quality rack. Bill asked, "Steve is this your way of volunteering?"
Steve stole a glance at what Bill was talking about. Suddenly, Steve's tongue got thick and perspiration formed on his brow and poured from his armpits. He felt his face aflame in embarrassment. A very flustered Steve stuttered, "Sor…Sorry boss. That's Fred's idea of a joke. That picture was just a test to see how the software worked. He promised to remove it from the file. I'll kill the little weasel."
Bill smiled, slid that picture in his center drawer and spoke directly to his agent, "Garibaldi. I get it, 'Don't ask, don't tell.' What you and your office mate do on your off-duty time is your business."
Due to his mammoth girth, pale skin, triple chins and shaved head local field agents often referred to their boss as Jabba the Hut. At this moment Steve, felt his boss had the leadership skills of the mole-like movie character and didn't want to let Jabba know he had hit a nerve, so the young agent just smiled and showed his brilliant white teeth.
"You know Steve, for a computer geek you are not as dumb as you look. When you get the time, send me the wife's URLs. Schedule an interview with this Jack character and if that doesn't work, go to the wife. I am convinced that if persuasion doesn't work on him, you can always resort to blackmail/bribery to ensure their cooperation. Get to work! Just make sure your connections with him and his wife are as clandestine as possible. If Vladimir finds a link to us, this whole thing could blow up in your face."
Steve left Hampton's office with mixed emotions. On the one hand, Steve was pleased that the Director seemed to think the plan might work. On the other, there were still a lot of ifs and buts that could scuttle all the work.
Immediately, upon entering his office Steve grabbed Fred by his lapels, dragged him to his feet, and spewed invectives. Fred laughed so hard he didn't hear the myriad of threats Steve made. Then Steve ordered Fred to check on Rose's most recent URLs and investigate Jack's recent internet history, and to check again the couple's bank accounts.
Steve made phone calls to Software R Us and mapped out a strategy for the critical meeting with Jack Sokolov.
A short time later, Steve was summoned back to the Director's office. Bill shuffled through Jack's transformation portfolio one last time. Looking up he said, "Steve, I have given this a lot of thought. I want you and your partner to work on this transvestite gambit together. Fred is so nondescript he could tail his own mother and never be noticed. I read your report. I'm now convinced this is our guy. All of Jack's negatives can be overcome. Once we get him onboard, we'll have him smoking two packs a day, make him a vodka connoisseur, run him through an intensive sissy boot camp, and give him a perfect legion. When he graduates, she/he will be an ideal agent." Hampton paused as he thought for a moment. "Get Linda Boreman on this, she is the best."
Steve softly mumbled, "Yes sir. I am intimately familiar with her work, but thought she was a private contractor."
Ignoring his agent's muttered observation, Bill continued, "Linda normally operates freelance; but is currently on retainer to HLS for special projects. Tell her to spare no expense, within reason of course. Have her set up an apartment near that bar as soon as possible."
"The Pink Pussycat?"
"Yeah, that's the one. The same one we put Agent Conklin in. Linda has a well-deserved reputation for her ability to rehabilitate wayward husbands. So when her presence is discovered, Vladimir will believe the wife is just getting her revenge on poor old Jack.
"Be sure and establish a traceable money trail from Mrs. Sokolov to Linda. We can't have any tongues wagging that betray our guy as a plant."
"That's a great idea, Boss." Brown nosing had always helped Steve get ahead. "Fred and I will get on it right now. We will create an impenetrable cover story. It will stand up to detailed scrutiny. I guarantee it."
"It better, you are gambling his life and your career on it!"
Steve tried not to show any emotion.
"By the way, Garibaldi, I have made an executive decision. You are now officially on deck. If this Jack character falls out for any reason, you will be my pinch hitter." Bill removed a folder from the center drawer opened it and placed it on the desktop. He shoved the folder toward Steve, and tapped the picture displaying the glamour photo of 'Stephanie' in all his feminized beauty. "Am I understood?"
With the not so veiled threat, a suddenly very concerned Steve spoke up, "It'll be perfect. Boss, I'm convinced if we get Jack dolled up and teach him to suck cock. He has an even chance to come home with all his body parts."
"Steve, you Italian asshole," Bill pronounced it Eye-talian, "there is no room here for vulgar talk like that. My God, just think what would happen to my career if one of those empty-headed bimbo secretaries heard you talk like that?"
Bill leaned back in his chair and appeared lost in thought. "Maybe you're onto something, numb nuts, from a purely field craft standpoint, that is probably a good backup plan. Have Linda work that sucking cock thing into the training syllabus." Bill paused for dramatic effect. "Stephanie, maybe you should take a few lessons just in case you're called to bat."
Inwardly, Steve recoiled at the suggestion, but outwardly revealed nothing. Steve didn't want to give 'Wild Bully' the satisfaction of seeing him blink.
"Now go talk to this guy."
A NOTE REGARDING THIS STORY.
This is a fictional chronicle of a normal hardworking guy named Jack. The federal government made him an offer he couldn't refuse. All they asked was for Jack to go undercover to help the U.S. Government ensnare a terrorist.
Any resemblance of the characters depicted in the story to actual individuals is coincidental. All events are the sole responsibility of the author. None of the scenes in this story depict minors engaged in any sexual encounter.
This story has been previously posted on other sites. Ms. Laurie Satori strongly encouraged me to edit/change parts of the story. It is being posted here with a strong rewrite; some new chapters have been added. I had my BFF Monica Rose edit the material so it should be more readable. Thanks Ladies for your help. Marina
Marina: [email protected]
Chapter 2 - A Reluctant Volunteer
"Ask not what your country can do for you - ask what you can do for your country."
President John F. Kennedy
Michael Bixby seemed to have a burr up his butt and had been more of a jackass than usual. When Jack Sokolov entered the weekly Friday noon wrap-up meeting, he found Mike's office had been redecorated, the second time this year. Mike's antique desk now sat upon a raised platform. Mike stood in front of his 'I Love Me' wall and greeted all the department heads and their assistants as they entered. A row of pictures depicting his athletic accomplishments served as an accent for the glass display case filled with Michael's memorabilia. Behind his desk was a Tampa Bay game jersey, framed in glass. Jack, being a huge football fan, knew the pristine condition of the jersey was because Mike never even got into a single game.
Bixby bought his way into his current position with his signing bonus. Every one of his subordinates viewed him as an incompetent businessman. In Jack's opinion, Mike had taken too many hits to the head during his playing days. Mike owed any corporate success to his employees. He drove them relentlessly. Jack's next biggest motive to dislike Mike as a boss was that he was a total philanderer. Office gossip had it that Mike had bedded every eligible woman in the company and would fuck anything that walked on two legs.
The meeting started with Mike ranting about the company's drop in market share. He made a point of expressing his disappointment at the recent sales figures.
"Damn it people, Software R Us has been the leading supplier of computer applications in the Florida market for five years. I won't allow that to change on my watch. I don't care what it takes; we have to turn this thing around."
Mike used a pointer like a foil and repeatedly slapped the sales graph balanced on the easel next to his desk. Each smack sounded like a gunshot and made Jack flinch. Mike glared directly at Jack as he appeared to hold Jack's sales department solely responsible for the company's deteriorating numbers.
Mike paused midway through his rant and singled out, Miriam Cohen, Jack's number two. He accused her of screwing up a large reorder deal. Mike called her incompetent.
Jack couldn't take any more. Job or no job, he stepped in front of Miriam, "Boss you can yell at me all you want. But you will not berate one of my people!"
Jack was sweating profusely and felt light headed. This might cost him his job, but he had enough of this jackass.
"I'm the head of the sales department. I am responsible for everything my people do or fail to do. If you have a problem, take it up with me. Miriam worked overtime and even gave up her weekend trying to close that deal. She should be commended for her effort, not criticized. She is the best salesperson we have in the company!"
Mike was flabbergasted; no one had ever stood up to him before – certainly not in front of the entire company. Mike became red in the face, the veins in his neck popped out as his anger boiled, he moved to the edge of the platform toward Jack. His fists were balled. "Listen jerkoff, how dear you speak to me that way. I am going to kick your butt."
Jack amazed himself as he stood his ground, knees shaking and replied in a bit of a quivering voice, "Bring it on!"
Rose, Mike's executive assistant and Jack's wife interceded and walked between the two. She held her husband's hand and placed her other hand on Mike's leg and said, "Now boys behave, let's just calm down."
Turning to the assembled employees, Rose said, "Everyone, let's take a 15 minute coffee break." Glancing at her watch she continued, "Everyone reassemble hear at 20 after the hour."
With her hand still on Mike's leg she gently stroked it like she would an angry dog. "Now Mike, we've discussed your temper tantrums before. What would the board of directors think if they learned their CEO had publicly threatened to beat up one of his department heads? Now go through your breathing exercises and relax. I will get you a cup of coffee, with two sugars to sweeten you up." Turning to Jack she firmly announced, "You out in the hall!"
Jack didn't respond immediately, so Rose gave him a stern glare. "Mr. Sokolov, this is not a debate nor is it a request. As Mike's assistant, I just gave you an order. Get out in the hall and wait for me there."
Jack felt humiliated being dressed down by his wife in public, but complied and fell into the rear of the crowd funneling out the door. As Miriam passed her boss she brushed his hand and mouthed the words, 'Thank you.' Jack returned the kindness with a smile.
Rose sought out her own assistant and pulled her to the side. "Mary Beth, did you get all that?"
With a broad smile Mary Beth dropped the small hand held recorder into her purse. "Yes Ma'am, every word."
"Good, now run that up to my office and lock it in my desk drawer. I will take care of things here."
Rose waited for the crowd to disperse and went out to find her husband. She found him standing in the hall, in a defiant stance. Rose glanced both right and left to ensure they had some privacy.
"Jack what the hell was that? What were you doing, trying to bring back chivalry all on your own? Or do you and Miriam have something going?"
"Damn it, I didn't start it, Mike di…"
"Knock it off, this is not some playground. Your macho bullshit almost got you and your girlfriend fired."
"But Mike was being such a jerk."
Rose put her hand in the middle of Jack's chest and walked him backwards until he was firmly against the wall.
"Jack, get your head out of your ass. I love you with all my heart. You're possibly the best husband any woman could ask for. Hell I'd do almost anything for you, but getting fired isn't one of them. We are trying to have a baby and both of us being on unemployment is not the way to go about it. Mike's our boss, the guy who signs our paychecks. You don't have to respect the man. But you will show respect for his position. If you can't do that, you need to find another job."
"But Rose…"
Rose quickly surveyed the hall and this time she slammed Jack against the wall.
"Listen to me buster. First you will keep Miriam out of the meeting."
"Yes dear, I have already sent her a text telling her to take the rest of the day off."
"That's the first smart thing you have done today. Now you will go back in there and apologize to Mike. It had better be sincere. Remember you are doing it for us and our baby, swallow your pride. If he wants you to kiss his ass, you will pucker up and drop to your knees. You will write your initials in hickey marks across his hiney if that's what it takes."
"Jack I love you. Now if you hurry, you have a few minutes before people begin to drift back in. I have to go get that asshole some coffee."
Rose returned and handed Mike his drink. Mike smiled at Rose and picked up his pointer. Rose flipped the chart as Mike resumed his presentation.
At the end of the meeting, Mike told Jack to stay behind. "Rose, I want you to hear this too." It was apparent Mike hadn't completely gotten over the incident with Jack. Mike stood towering over his subordinate and said, "Your department's figures continue to go in the crapper. If this keeps up, Rose will be the only Sokolov working here. Do I make myself clear? Or does my secretary need to draft you a memo?"
Rose lightly touched Jacks hand to reassure him and internally seethed at the putdown and pouted. She was far more than just a secretary around here. Mike was oblivious to the drama taking place at his feet.
Jack attempted to defend himself with a discussion of the economic recession and the company's poor marketing plan.
Mike dismissed him with a wave of his hand. "Look little man, excuses are like assholes. Everyone has them, and they are only good for dispensing shit. Either you start producing or clear out your desk."
Then to make matters worse, Mike bounded down from his stage, grabbed Rose, and engulfed her in a bear hug, trapping her arms between them. With his arms wrapped tightly about Rose, he lifted her five feet four inch body off the ground with practiced ease. Mike stared past Rose directly at Jack as if daring him to object. With her feet off the ground, Rose played her part and lightly fluttered them and gave a slight almost inaudible girly giggle.
Mike said to the woman trapped in his arms, "Don't worry my little Rose bud. As long as I am CEO, you will have a place alongside of me. Maybe someday you will let me to plow your field and sow my seeds in your sweet garden."
Rose turned her head towards Jack and gave him a theatrical wink and puckered her lips in a kissing manner.
The symbolism of her gesture was not lost on Jack. He still detested it when Mike treated his wife in such a possessive manner and wanted so badly to tell Mike to put his wife down. Mike made no effort to hide his attraction for Rose. Mike's flirtations and continual sexual innuendos could only be described as blatant sexual harassment.
Rather than respond, Jack smoldered in stoic silence because he desperately needed to keep his job. As usual, Rose appeared blasé about the whole thing. How could Jack object if his wife didn't seem to care? Jack and Rose had had this exchange numerous times. Jack wanted Rose to resist Mike's sexism and put that pig in his place.
Rose insisted she was not being exploited. She had fought unsuccessfully against the establishment by refusing to be a fluffy girl. Now she maintained that since she started to develop as a woman in high school she realized that by drawing attention to the fact she was an attractive woman she could get her way by using her 'sex appeal' as a tool of empowerment. As a beautiful woman, she had concluded that putting up with a chauvinist environment was the price to be paid for success in the business world.
Rose had risen from the office manager to Executive Assistant by tolerating Mike and playing the submissive, compliant subordinate. Of course, her business degree contributed significantly to her spectacular rise. Rose's favorite retort was, "It's far easier for a woman to climb the corporate ladder in a tight blouse and mini skirt than gym shoes and slacks."
On several occasions Rose had painstakingly explained to Jack. "Honey, I'm on the woman's team. Jack I know how much you respect me and my abilities. For me and most women, it's not just about business acumen; it's also about physical attractiveness. That's how the game is played. I don't try to be a guy at work. I don’t dress in masculine boring suits. I always try and show some cleavage. Yup, you heard that right. Guys like working with women they are attracted to. I always show some leg, because it’s fun to flaunt my sexuality. Jack, it is my opinion that women who dress and act like women move up the ladder faster than their male counterparts."
It was hard for Jack to argue the point as during that same five-year period, Jack's career had plateaued and he languished as Mike's whipping boy in the sales department.
What Rose kept from her husband was a major feminist plot. Using every trick in her arsenal Rose had clandestinely drawn almost every female in the company into her conspiracy. Each woman was documenting every case of sexism that they experienced/observed. At the proper time Rose planned on a coup d'état against the 'Good Old Boys.' Payback would be a bitch, and Rose had been planning hers for years. It wasn't that she didn't trust her husband, but he was still a man, so caution was called for.
Leaving the meeting, Jack was greeted by his secretary, "Chief, your 3 o'clock appointment is here. Two guys are waiting for you in your office. Some nondescript guy named Fred Phillips and a Mr. Steve Garibaldi. My lord, what a dreamboat! Not that you are interested in that sort of thing, but he sets my heart fluttering. Those chocolate brown eyes are so dreamy. They gave me their business card. They are representing an exclusive woman's clothing outlet, which they plan to open throughout Florida. They said they needed to talk to you about getting a large quantity discount. I didn't know we gave such a thing."
"Thanks Tiffany, we don't. I've no idea where anyone would get the impression we could afford to give anyone a discount. I'm headed to my office right now. I'll talk to these guys." Jack glanced at his watch. "There is no need for you to wait around, take an early Friday."
"Boss, you can't stop me, I will chain myself to your door if I have too," she looked at Jack with a fake pleading expression. "Steve is not getting away without my phone number."
Jack gave her a grin in response and said, "Tiffany, I only ask that you not molest the guy on company property."
She kept the teasing and asked, "All right boss, just one question, is the parking lot considered company property?"
Jack smiled at his flirtatious secretary and said, "Back off Tiffany, I will make it a point to get his cell phone number and pass it on to you on Monday. I promise."
@ @ @ @
Thirty minutes later the three men, shadowed by a love sick Tiffany headed to the parking lot.
Jack turned to his secretary and said, "I am taking Steve and Fred out for a drink so we can continue to talk business. Please call my wife and tell her I am going to be late."
Tiffany unable to take her eyes off Steve immediately volunteered to join the trio and take notes.
Steve, always the player, gave Tiffany a big hug and a chaste kiss on the cheek. "Sorry Tiff this is a guy's only club. A delicate flower like you would be very uncomfortable. I am sure you understand." A heartbroken Tiffany slipped Steve her phone number on a yellow Post-em note; it had a heart drawn under her number and a lipstick kiss in the middle.
@ @ @ @
Steve took charge and drove to his favorite adult entertainment hangout, Lusty Ladies Bush Club. Steve parked the car and led his companions into the noisy nightclub. Steve maneuvered his way through a crowd of drunken patrons, past the stage occupied by a middling looking stripper doing the bump and grind to Rod Stewart's Hot Legs. Finally, the trio arrived at a quiet table in the rear.
Their waitress arrived almost immediately. She was an extremely tall, broad shouldered busty blond, well over 6 feet in her heels. She started to take their order. Suddenly she stopped when she recognized Steve. She squealed in delight and gave him a playful kiss on the lips.
Steve, conducted the introductions, "Fellows this is Bubbles, she has the largest Ta-Tas in the club, don't you babe? Bubbles these are my friends, Fred and Jack. Take good care of them." Bubbles in turn gave each of them a lingering hug. Jack was extremely uncomfortable during his embrace. Being only five- five, Jack's face ended up nestled in Bubbles ample cleavage. After Bubbles let Jack go, the aroma of her perfume lingered.
Steve ordered a pitcher of beer for him and Fred. Jack attempted to order a soft drink; Steve would have none of it. With a clandestine node and wink, he told Bubbles to bring a 'special' appletini for Jack.
Once the drinks were served, Steve got right down to business. He identified themselves as HLS agents and apologized for the deception. He explained that he and Fred needed to talk to Jack away from the office. Steve launched into the reason they wanted to speak to him and gave a brief description of the mission, while avoiding names and places. Steve tried to appeal to Jack's patriotism and talked about this evil Russian villain and his threat to the American way of life. "The guy is a member of the Russian mob, a mass murderer and is trying to team up with Al-Qaida to attack our country."
Jack sipped his drink as Steve and Fred tagged teamed a discussion about the terrorist's criminal track record. Jack nodded his head in approval of the need to rid the world of this wicked man. He was bewildered though and wondered how all this concerned him. A confused Jack interrupted Steve's dialogue and questioned, "How can I help? This seems more like a job for the Marines than a skinny computer software salesman."
That is where Steve's plan started to crumble. Steve discussed the terrorist fascination with transvestites. Jack started to squirm in his chair. Because of his frail frame, Jack had been bullied and teased his whole life about being less than manly. How could his government ask him to surrender his dignity and pretend to be faggot? Jack tried to rise out of his chair, but Steve grabbed his arm and yanked Jack back down. Jack with slightly slurred speech refused to consider going undercover in drag. "I may be a bit scrawny, but I am all man and I will fight anyone who says different!"
"At ease tiger, no one is questioning your manhood," Steve said, getting Jack to relax again. "All we are asking is a little thing. You dress up all pretty like, act sociable towards this terrorist, and do a little playacting."
Jack chuckled, "Maybe to you putting on panties, bra and a dress is a little thing, but for me it would be a major nightmare."
Steve saw he was losing ground so he switched tactics and tried to bribe Jack with the prospect of a huge government contract.
Jack openly scoffed at the offer, "You want me to give up my manhood to help my company? Not in this life time!"
Steve's next gambit was to threaten Jack with an IRS investigation. Jack smugly proclaimed "There was no way; I would rather go to jail than be some sissy spy."
Steve grabbed Jack by the shoulders and shook him, "Listen to me. You are going to work for us. We can do this the hard way and force you or you can become an official volunteer. IRS will run you and your wife through the ringer. Jail time is a very real possibility for both of you. You may be tough enough for prison, but how will your cute little wife handle it?"
Jack sat up straight and looked at the government agents as he announced, "I'll probably end up being some guys bitch bride; but hell, I bet within six months Rose will be running the joint."
On the verge of openly sniveling, Jack tried one last time to stand up for himself, "Agent Garibaldi. You're the government, that's not fair. You can't do that. We'll hire the best tax lawyers and fight you!"
Steve laughed and playfully punched Fred in the arm. "Buddy, can you believe this guy?" At this point, an exasperated Steve said, "Sorry, I didn't want to go this way, but you are forcing my hand." He reached into his briefcase and pulled out a large professionally done brochure titled, Greek Fraternity Recruitment. He slid it across the table to Jack.
In a commanding voice, Steve ordered, "Open to page 24!"
A curious Jack complied and found a glossy photo of someone who resembled himself in an evening gown posing with a handsome man in a tux. The caption at the bottom of the page, made Jack go lightheaded; 'Two new pledges on their way to a Tau Iota Tau fraternity Turnabout Party.' Depicted is the beautiful and titillating Jack Sokolov wearing a chic red taffeta prom dress. He is escorted by his handsome boyfriend and fellow pledge, Kris Friedman.
Jack threw back the rest of his drink and gaped at the photo. The drink hit him hard; he couldn't focus. "That's not me!" Jack shook his head; I never tried to join any fraternity. "Where? How did you get that photo?"
Steve dropped the hammer. "Well if that isn't you, you must have an identical twin sister!"
Jack shrugged his shoulders so Steve took it to the next level. He threatened to show the photo to Rose and to circulate the picture to the entire contact list on his company computer. "I will post all those fraternity pictures on your Facebook page. We will let everyone decide if it's you or not."
Jack was openly quivering at the prospect, but remained defiant saying "No one will believe that is me! Besides, I don't have a Facebook page."
"You do now! Do you want to know what's on it?"
Steve took out eight Polaroid photos from his pocket and dealt then out across the table like he was dealing a poker hand. "With just the one photo you may be right, but take a look at these. They show the same woman in the glossy picture. This time it depicted her on her knees, sucking her date's cock.
Steve said, "Being five year-old Polaroid pictures, they are a little faded and blurred but the face of the cocksucker sure looks a lot like you. My favorite is the last one. The quality is particularly clear. A close up face shot of a disheveled, girl reapplying her lipstick."
At this point Jack embarrassed himself and started to cry, "But those really aren't me!"
At which Steve laughed, "Listen Jackie, reality has nothing to do with it. It's perception that counts. If you turn us down, the world, including your wife, is going to think you are a cock sucking cross dresser."
Steve's voice hardened. "Let me put all my cards on the table. The government has a lot at stake in this operation. So just accept that one way or another you are going to get fucked. If the IRS screwing you doesn't terrify you, think of this. I had Bubbles slip a half of a roofie in your drink. It won't knock you out but you won't be able to resist. The best part is that you will remember every minute, of what I promise will be a very long night for you. With one word from me, my friend Bubbles will take you back to his place and with the help of a bottle of little blue pills, he will spend the whole night fucking your virgin ass. The best part is it will all be live on webcam. You will be the latest YouTube sensation. I bet we get 1 million hits by tomorrow." Steve looked into Jack's glassy eyes. "Or you can avoid all that trouble and just say yes."
A defeated Jack shook his head yes and said, "I'll do it, but I know I'll regret it."
Fred piped in, "Jack you know what they say about regret? You only regret the things in life you don't do, not the things you do."
The next thing Jack knew he awoke seated in the driver's seat of his car, parked in his driveway. Rose pounded on the window and demanded to know where he had been to all hours of the night. Getting out of the car, Jack found the IRS audit announcement clutched tightly in his left hand.
With Rose's help an inebriated and incoherent Jack stumbled to bed where he passed out for the next 12 hours.
@ @ @ @
On the drive home Steve fumed, "Can you believe that guy? At first, he wouldn't even consider our proposal, what an unpatriotic schmuck."
Fred blithely commented, "Yeah mister patriot. I don't hear you volunteering. We know how cute you can be in a dress and heels."
"You asshole I owe you big time for your little practical joke, but don't knock something if you haven't tried it."
"Steve, WTF does that mean?"
"Relax. We really screwed up just throwing that concept of becoming a female impersonator at him, hoping he would jump at the idea out of patriotic fervor. I hated to use blackmail. Willing agents are much better assets than ones we have to coerce. Those guys in Documents did a fantastic job on faking the photos. Between the alcohol and drugs, at the end poor Jack wasn't sure if that was him or not. I love it when a plan comes together. Wild Bully is going to love this." Steve slowed the car down as the intersection lights changed to red. "Now first thing in the morning we need to get his wife to join us in our little battle plan."
"Please explain to me how we are going to do that."
"We follow SOP, the same way we got the hubby to sign on. We start with gentle persuasion, if that fails, we move into intimidation, and as a last resort, we employ blackmail. You know standard government procedures." The light changed and Steve stepped on the accelerator. "Yep, watch and listen, you are dealing with the master. It's called planning ahead." He glanced at his palm pilot, "Mrs. Sokolov has a 6:00 AM gym appointment. We'll be waiting at her front door when she returns."
At 6:15 the two agents were cooling their heels on the Sokolov's front portico.
Steve and Fred put their game faces on, prepared to face the wife, anticipating reluctance if not a major battle. After all, how many wives are prepared to have their husbands feminized, and then disappear for an unspecified period of time to live in the nether world as a half-man half-woman?
Standing outside Rose's front door, Steve gave Fred a pep talk. "Come on partner, Rose is a typical type 'A' personality, an ambitious, driven overachiever. There is no way she is satisfied with her current standard of living. We will have her on our payroll by dinner. Trust me. All we have to do is convince her to agree to let her husband come work for us. Once she buys in on that we just persuade her to help us in the transition of him into a submissive transvestite."
The two recognized the beautiful woman with long red hair as she bound up to her front door. As a natural athlete, Rose worked hard to maintain her toned body. She found a way to get to the corporate gymnasium daily.
A flushed and slightly clammy Rose approached her front door and spied the two strangers. Cautiously Rose asked, "May, I help you?"
The two flashed their badges as Steve said, "Hi Mrs. Sokolov, we are federal agents; we're involved in a major criminal investigation and need your help."
Rose's expression of suspicion turned to one of interest.
Steve intently stared into her green eyes. Without breaking eye contact he said, "This is my partner Fred Phillips, and I am Steven Garibaldi." When Rose extended her arm to shake hands, Steve, in an intimate gesture, first rested his left hand on Rose's right wrist before gently grasping her hand. There was no hand pump, rather the two just held hands and locked stares. Steve turned on the charm. Closing the space between the two, he smiled and asked, "May, I call you Rose?"
Rose demurely smiled and replied, "That would be delightful Steve."
Fred half expected Steve to bring this woman's hand up and kiss it. After an uncomfortable 30 seconds, Fred wasn't sure what to do as these strangers stood frozen. Neither showed any indication of breaking the handhold. Fred, coughed once, stuck his hand out and said, "Glad to meet you Rose. I'm Fred."
Steve shot his partner a dirty glance and released Rose's hand.
Rose switched her keys to her right hand and reached to unlock the front door. Steve snatched the keys from her hand and gallantly said, "Please allow me."
Rose invited the two into the living room and inquired, "Would you gentleman like some coffee?"
Both said yes, Steve immediately volunteered to assist and accompanied Rose into the kitchen to help.
In their absence, Fred surveyed the room and mentally logged the fact the furnishings were new but motel quality. Fred sat on the couch, positioned his briefcase on the floor and took out his iPhone. He took a few photos of the room and keyed in a few accompanying notes.
The two returned and Fred was surprised that Steve was the one serving the coffee, not Rose. Once his duties were complete, Steve sat next to Fred and across from Rose. The two agents again tag teamed in a description of the Russian terrorist criminal's past and his impending threat to the USA. Rose sat and intently listened to their sales pitch.
"Rose, according to your dossier you are a secretary for a Mister Michael Bixby at Software R Us."
"I'm Mike's administrative assistant."
"You call your boss by his first name?"
"Why yes I do all sorts of things all the time, solve all kinds of problems for him, and it can get pretty informal sometimes. Why is the important?"
Steve scribbled furiously in his notebook. Looked up at Rose and said, "It's just interesting."
"Your file clearly indicates your family has sacrificed more than most. Your father died in a tragic training accident while in the Navy, your mother passed away from a bug she caught while in the Peace Corps, then your brother was killed on 9-11, working in the Pentagon.
But we are here to ask you for one more sacrifice."
Rose tried to hide her glee at the prospect of getting payback for her brother. She forced herself to respond in a monotone. "Steve, as the good book says – ask and ye shall receive. Just tell me what you want!"
Both agents were good at reading body language and could tell that even though they hadn't explained what they needed, Rose was on the verge of being a full participant.
Rose interrupted the rehearsed sales pitch and said, "Come on guys, let's leave out the entire Doctor Zhivago dissertation, and just skip to the Cliffs Notes version. I'm a busy woman, who has a lot to do. I've a house to clean and a passed out husband upstairs that reeks of alcohol and cheap perfume. His explanation could take a large chunk out of my day."
Steve jumped in, "Please don't be too hard on Jack. He was with us last night."
"Oh…that's interesting and just what kind of mischief did you three get into?"
"We were trying to get his cooperation in entrapping this really bad Russian terrorist."
A disappointed Rose said, "His cooperation, I thought you wanted my help!"
As Steve went into detail on what was needed from her. Rose, like her husband, squirmed in her seat. However, unlike Jack's uneasiness, Rose's reaction was one of anticipation. Her biological responses threatened to betray her. Her life with Jack had been magical. He adored her and treated her like a Queen, however she was never able to find a way to get him to play in her feminization game. This was the one thing that dominated her sexual fantasies. The thought of her hubby in frocks and frillies made her twat tingle. Her panties became damp. Rose fought hard to maintain her poker face as the agents described her role in the transformation of her husband into a sissified dandy boy.
Rose listened to the outline of the government plan. During the presentation, Rose indulged herself in past reminiscences and reflected back to the events in her life that led here to this point. The night she forcefully feminized a boyfriend, then kicked him out of her apartment in full drag when he wouldn't play along. Then there was the torrid lesbian sexathon affair she had with her sorority sisters. They were very fond, but still vivid memories and formed the bases for her current bedroom fantasies.
'Well they have their game plan, and I have mine,' thought Rose. 'This is like Christmas in July. I can achieve my lifelong fantasy and get the government to pay for it. When I get done, Jack will be my trophy wife; I'll do everything possible to ensure he is happy in that role. The best part is he will do it all in the name of patriotism.'
The longer Rose listened, the more she realized these men had skillfully moved her from persuasion into negotiations.
"I understand why Jack was selected for this mission. I'm sold, but getting Jack to completely cooperate might not be so easy. He's not exactly an alpha male, but he has never shown any inclinations to being swishy. How do you suggest I convince him?"
"The same way you persuade him to do anything. Ask nicely, be prepared to compromise, and offer something in return. I don't want to get too personal, but you could threaten to withhold sex. I've heard that is a very powerful bargaining chip."
"You guys don't know Jack. It'll take more than that to get him into a dress. I dated a lot of swaggering macho jerks, he may not have the muscles to prove it, but believe me Jack is more of a man than any of them."
Steve smiled in a self-satisfied manner. I think I can help you." He retrieved the packet of pictures from the briefcase and handed them to Rose. "We can help you! Threaten to distribute those if it comes to that."
Rose quickly scanned the photographs. In dismay she uttered, "Oh my God, I had no idea." After a second more meticulous examination of the damning photographs, she discovered the game these government gangsters were playing. She quickly switched her role from the indigent spouse to an infatuated lovesick adolescent. The remaining time, she flirted with Steve, and tried to bewitch him. She sat up straight and pointed her headlights directly at Steve. She regularly flicked her hair, and frequently would moisten her lips with her tongue. Rose never broke eye contact and stared longingly into Steve's eyes. She made it a point to ignore the cold fish Fred.
As the endgame approached, Steve informed Rose that time was essential. Jack's conversion must start immediately. They explained her role was to ensure her husband's full cooperation. Then she would be asked to mold him into a pretty submissive transvestite.
The most challenging element for Rose would be the way she would establish Jack's full allegiance and establish his cover story. It was emphasized to her; Jack's coming out needed to be public and as humiliating as possible. She must slowly unveil Jack as a transvestite to his coworkers.
Once he was pushed out of the closet, the government would complete his training and prepare him for active service. Rose saw an opening; she played all sad and cozied up to Steve. She held the Polaroid's in her hand and waved them at Steve. She babbled, "I understand why my faggot husband was selected for this mission. However, I don't have any extra cash to get the things I will need. Can you help me there?"
Steve almost tripped rushing a pile of cash over to Rose.
After counting $900, Rose batted her eyes at Steve and said in a disappointed voice, "I guess that will have to do for now. Nevertheless I am also going to require a significant slush fund to pay for his training and new wardrobe. Will that be a problem?"
Steve promised more money would be available after the paperwork was completed.
Rose stood to usher her new acquaintances to the door, unnoticed by all was the wet stain on Rose's cushion. Steve hugged Rose goodbye and promised to see her again to work out the details. Rose kissed Steve on the cheek and whispered into his ear, "Next time, Sugar, leave your Barney Fife deputy at home."
The two HLS agents were entering their car. "My God, that was easy. She volunteered her husband on the spot, all we had to do was agree to reimburse her for the costs of his preparation and guarantee her a stipend for the time her husband was away working undercover for us."
Steve started straight ahead and inquired, "How the hell did such a loser end up with a woman like that?"
"Good question. I did some inquires and the psych department told me, they think she's a very manipulative individual and needed someone she could emotionally dominate. She found a man who would support and submit to her will, day in and day out. They also believe marrying an effeminate man, is a socially acceptable way around her dominant lesbian tendencies."
"I do think she played you there a little," Fred said with a smirk on his face. "You spent more time staring at her chest than negotiating."
"What are you talking about? In my opinion, a stipend in the salary range of a GS 11 was excessive. It' is way more than her husband has ever made. Plus that million-dollar life insurance policy is exorbitant and what was that cash advance you gave her? I didn't even know we could do that sort of thing."
"Shut the hell up! Don't get your knickers in a knot. It was only a few hundred dollars. Hell I would have advanced her the money out of my own pocket if that's what it would have taken. Luckily, in this case Bill authorized me $1,000, from the contingency fund."
"But you only gave her $900."
"Yeah, let's celebrate and stop for a steak dinner on the way home. We'll consider it Bill's treat. We accomplished our mission. No one, certainly not the government, is going to squabble over a few thousand dollars. I know how to handle those bureaucrats. We will just charge it all to training. Anything under 5 figures will never even be noticed."
A look of incredulity was etched in Fred's face. Due to the huge US government debt, America had lost its triple-A credit rating. Government spending on national security had skyrocketed since 9-11. Fred just shook his head in disbelief at how carelessly Steve threw around taxpayers' money.
"Moreover, that poor woman deserves some security,"
Steve continued. "Remember, whatever happens to her husband, it is merely collateral damage. His potential loss is well within acceptable parameters, provided we accomplish our mission. Besides if all goes as planned and his cover stands up to scrutiny, what Mrs. Sokolov gets back will never be her husband again."
Steve paused and looked into Fred's baby blues for a moment. "The likelihood is that whoever returns will be closer to a she than a he. When we drag him out of the closet, it has to be brutal, public and real. The shrinks tell us there is a good chance we will psychologically scar the guy for life. But that is a chance I am willing to take. After all, what's one person compared to the good of the country?"
"That's all fine. We got his wife to agree. However, remember his drug induced agreement with us was less than enthusiastic."
"Look, I'm an excellent judge of character. I tell you his wife will not only get Jack to freely volunteer; she will have him in a bra and panties before we get back to the office. Besides, I had the head shrinks back at the office work up a complete psychological perspective on Rose Sokolov; I'll work her like a master puppeteer. Yeah, Fred, this is going to look great on my resume." Steve looked lost in thought for a moment. "The only weakness in this whole plan is how fast Mrs. Sokolov can break her husband."
"Break him, what do you mean?"
"I mean she has to destroy his self-esteem, get him to question his very manhood. When Jack looks into the mirror, he must not see himself as a husband or even as a man. When that happens, we can turn the wimp over to Linda our professional dominatrix for his complete sissification."
Fred was bewildered. "I thought we just wanted him to act like a transvestite and eavesdrop on Vladimir."
"Hell no, Jack will become Vladimir's girlfriend, his soul mate. When I said we were going to get into his inner circle, I meant all the way in."
Fred still had his reservations. If Steve's plan didn't work out, both of the agents could end up in the American equivalent of exile to Siberia--Alaskan border patrol.
From out of the blue Fred asked, "What do you think the Aleutians are like this time of the year?"
Steve looked at his partner with a quizzical expression and said, "You need professional help. I will arrange a private meeting with the wife in a couple of days; at that time, I will read her into the full battle plan. We need a nice secluded location where we can rendezvous. Maybe even some place romantic. It has to be somewhere isolated where neither of us will be recognized. I will take care of that. You get the paperwork started."
Fred wondered if there was some ulterior motive on Steve's part. Could he be romantically attracted to Rose? Steve being a married man, Fred was almost positive Steve would be professional in his dealings with Rose.
A NOTE REGARDING THIS STORY.
This is a fictional chronicle of a normal hardworking guy named Jack. The federal government made him an offer he couldn't refuse. All they asked was for Jack to go undercover to help the U.S. Government ensnare a terrorist.
Any resemblance of the characters depicted in the story to actual individuals is coincidental. All events are the sole responsibility of the author. None of the scenes in this story depict minors engaged in any sexual encounter.
This story has been previously posted on other sites. It is being posted here with a strong rewrite; some new chapters have been added. I had my BFF Monica Rose edit the material so it should be more readable. Marina
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Chapter 3 – Unenthusiastic Commitment
The difference between involvement and commitment is like ham and eggs. The chicken is involved; the pig is committed.
Despite Jack's hangover, Rose forced him out of bed. Not a word was said about the previous night's activities. It was still the weekend and there were chores to get accomplished. Jack and Rose spent most weekends around their two-story suburban home doing typical household tasks.
Together the couple cleaned their modest three-bedroom home. Jack took sole responsibility for the basement den, which Rose called the dungeon. He also cleaned the entire main floor, to include the living room, guest powder room, the kitchen, and laundry room. Rose concentrated on the top floor with its master-bedroom suite.
She straightened the home office, and took special care as she dusted their family pictorial shrine. Her father and brother, a generation apart, both proudly displayed in their military uniforms. Her mother, a Peace Corps volunteer, was depicted smiling in some unknown village in southwest Asia. Jack's lone family portrait was a clan gathering around a Christmas tree in his native Russia. Rose finished her chore with a melancholy heart and then cheerfully dusted her Barbie collection in its glass and mahogany display case. When she finished, Rose spent several seconds staring at her prized collectable, her handmade, Malibu Kendra. As an afterthought, Rose touched up the guest room and bathroom.
It was a typical weekend with one anomaly, today Rose insisted on shopping by herself. A chore the couple normally performed together. Rose drove off on her mysterious shopping spree in their five-year-old Honda. Jack was left to clean their one-car garage. After that chore was done he took a nap on their divan. He was asleep when he was awakened by the sound of someone upstairs. Rose had returned from her shopping trip and was upstairs putting away her purchases.
She seemed in an extremely cheery mood, that evening. Jack grilled a pork roast and she prepared baked potatoes and a green salad. It was an early night; the couple fell asleep watching SNL on the bedroom flat screen TV.
Sunday morning was dedicated to gardening. While Jack mowed the lawn under the shade of the large gardenia bushes, Rose tended to her roses, begonias, violets, lilies and backyard vegetables. Her green thumb and hard work had turned her garden into the pride of the neighborhood - a horticultural showplace. Someday, the young couple hoped, they'd be able to start a family and make this house a home.
In the heat of the Florida afternoon sun, Jack and Rose retreated indoors. They enjoyed a delightful garden salad prepared by Rose. Jack, well supplied with his favorite iced tea, watched a ball game on the wide screen HD TV, while Rose surfed on the internet. Sunday was always movie night. The couple cuddled together, watched Steel Magnolias, ate popcorn and just relaxed, comfortable in each other's company. Sunday night they made long slow love. Rose used every trick she had learned over the years to ensure Jack's night was a memorable one. She did love him and wanted him to know it as he went through his upcoming crucible.
Monday morning was different and about to bring an earth-shattering transformation to Jack's life. As the volume on the clock radio got progressively louder, Jack opened his eyes to find a totally nude Rose staring at him with a dazzling smile. She leaned over and kissed him on the forehead, catching Jack by surprise. She whispered, "Good morning sleepy head. Get up, let's go rustle up some breakfast."
Jack glanced at the clock display. The red LED numbers said 8:00 am. Jack in a panic threw off the sheets and sprang out of bed. "Is that the right time? We're going to be late for work!"
Rose calmly strolled to retrieve her robe from the chair in front of her antique vanity, a hand-me-down from her mother. "Relax, I called the office and have taken the day off for both of us. We need to have a talk."
Jack was mystified. Rose and he had never done something like this before.
Jack, lost in thought, headed toward the bathroom for his normal morning ablutions wearing only his underpants. He stumbled over the pants he had thrown in the direction of the wicker hamper the night before.
Rose chastised her husband, "We don't live in a landfill, please pick up after yourself."
Just as Jack reached the bathroom door, Rose used her supervisor voice and froze him with the words, "Skip your shower. We have the day off, and I need to talk to you right now! And for God's sake put the toilet seat down when you're finished, if I fall in one more time you'll be sorry!"
Jack relieved himself and glanced nonchalantly into the full-length mirror that hung on the back of the bathroom door and checked his face. He ran his hand over his chin and thought, 'I really don't need to shave every day.' He searched for his bathrobe that normally hung in their large walk-in closet, but was unable to find it. Rose grabbed his hand and led him downstairs to the kitchen.
The bright Florida sun shone through the large double window over the sink. Rose poured two glasses of orange juice as Jack prepared a light breakfast of toast and coffee. As he waited for the coffee to perk, he gazed out to their secluded backyard. It was ringed on three sides by thick, dense gardenia bushes. Jack thought, 'That's the reason we bought this house. It's a yard made for kids.' His thoughts were interrupted when the toast popped.
Their normal weekday breakfast was eaten more as a drive by, as Rose and Jack gulped their breakfast seated at the Formica counter on their wood barstools. Every time Jack looked at the stools, it saddened him, because of the added cost they had to pass on the upholstered ones he wanted. Today Rose was in a more leisurely mood and lounged at the small two-person kitchen table, where she sipped her morning orange juice. Jack could see from her expression that she had something big on her mind. He wondered if his Friday night escapade might have something to do with it. He placed the light meal on the table along with cutlery, the sugar bowl and a tub of margarine.
Jack slid into the chair across from his wife and buttered his toast. He sensed something was awry. His normal chatty wife seemed subdued. What he failed to notice was her sleight of hand, as she casually dropped a valium tablet into his coffee as she reached for the sugar bowl.
Pulling her hand back, Rose smugly thought, 'He's going to require that and maybe a few more before this is over. By the time he figures out what is going on, it will be a fait accompli.'
Rose took a deep breath and became animated, her shoulder length red mane flapped about as she bobbed her head. Her words came out rat-a-tat-tat sixty miles an hour. "I had a visit from two government agents - a Phillips and Garibaldi. What they told me was disturbing. I waited all weekend for you to mention they contacted you. They were the ones you were with on Friday night. My God Jack what were you thinking, taking prospective clients to a strip club?"
Jack had a concerned look.
Rose noticed and commented, "What? You didn't think I'd find out? You come home late, smelling of alcohol and cheap perfume, and I'm just going to ignore it. You know me better than that. I called and had a long talk with Tiffany, and she gave you up in a heartbeat. We girls stick together.
"That was bad enough; but then I find out you refused to volunteer to help our nation fight terrorism. How could you not leap at the opportunity to support your country? They told me the government has thrown a ton of man-hours at this case. The whole thing can crumple because of you. I'm sadly disappointed by your actions. I need to understand what you were thinking!"
Jack felt his pulse beating in his temples. With a sense of impending doom, Jack sat in the hardback chair, wearing only his underpants, and munched on toast. Jack listened as his wife articulated all the reasons he should have immediately volunteered. Rose played Jack like a violin. She sat across from him at the table in only her silk dressing gown. She hadn't bothered to tie the robe. Every time Rose made a point, she tossed her hair and leaned forward and let her robe fall open, shamelessly displaying her generous bosom.
"I want you to change your mind and volunteer!"
Jack slumped in his chair. He felt he had been gut punched. He couldn't breathe. His blood raced so fast he could've entered it in the Daytona 500. Rose had the energy and enthusiasm of a Labrador puppy and the tenacity and determination of a Rottweiler. Jack knew he was in for a long morning.
Despite her best efforts to distract him, Jack concentrated on the issue at hand. He slowly dragged his eyes away from his semi-clothed wife and glanced out the window. He took a chance and responded with a scowl, "No way Rose. Their plan was idiotic. My lord, they want me to prance around like some Nancy boy. It would be unbelievably embarrassing. More to the point, it could be really dangerous. I'm never going out there risking my life while wearing a dress and that is my final answer!"
With a smile, Rose responded in a mischievous tone, "Oh, Jack, never say never!" Reaching into the kitchen drawer Rose retrieved a package of photographs. She arranged the photo gallery across the table and said, "For someone who is never going to wear a dress. How do you explain these? Ooh-la-la, look at that gorgeous gown. Sometimes a girl just likes to show off. You have been a very bad boy and kept so much about yourself hidden. Now it's all out in the open."
Jack had an emotional tsunami. He felt like he had been trapped in an elevator with an eight hundred-pound gorilla. He started to blubber. His tears flowed down his cheeks and dripped onto the table. "I…I swear that's not me. Please you've got to believe me."
Rose laughed at her husband's reaction, a laughter that was devoid of humor. Pushing the picture of the girl sucking a cock toward Jack she continued to torment him. "Aww, don't cry princess. Look closely, in this picture the only tears I see are ones of joy. It makes my heart ache to see you sad."
She maliciously let him stew in his self-pity. She dabbed up his salty tears from the glossy booklet with the sleeve of her robe and scolded her husband. "Damn it, you are going to spoil your prom picture. I'm going to have it framed. Now buck up. What has happened to my red-blooded Viking? Don't tell me, you are so insecure in your manhood that a little thing like a ball gown challenges it. My heavens, those Homeland Security agents only want you to make friends with some terrorist and play chess in a smock, heels and makeup. You haven't the balls to wear a dress? That's not the man I married."
Rose reached across the table and held his trembling hands. They were like ice. Jack, a broken man, sat with a frown creased forehead and pleaded. "Please believe me, I can't explain them, but those aren't me in the pictures."
Tiring of her little game, Rose said, "Oh Jack, of course it's not you. I'll admit they are good forgeries. Look at the last photo, the one Steve is so proud of, with 'you' touching up your lips. What hand is the girl using to hold the lipstick tube? The last time I looked you are left-handed, while the photo clearly shows the girl is using her right hand. Ergo – it is not you."
A relieved Jack looked at his wife with a newfound respect.
"But I'm prejudiced, because I know and love you. If these go public, I am not sure how many of our friends or business associates will believe your story. So we're going to have to appease those government agents. Trust me Jack, I'll be there for you and do anything to ensure these never get released."
Rose thought, 'That should do it, he will do anything I want now. I own him.'
"Those bastards promised me they wouldn't show those to you if I consented to help them."
"Well, I guess they felt your agreement, wasn't sincere. They came to me to ensure your wholehearted collaboration."
"I've always been a shy, dare I say an effeminate guy. I know it's only a dress, but let's be honest; clothes are a symbol of our place in society. I married a gorgeous, successful woman and for the first time other men looked at me with respect and envy. I'm just starting to experience a real connection with that role, and now they are asking me to switch sides."
Rose tittered at his reaction. "Don't be so homophobic, the government is not asking you to turn gay."
Rose held up the photo showing Jack's date receiving a blow job.
"No one will ask you to suck cock, unless you really want to that is. Your twin certainly seems to be enjoying the experience."
Jack sat up a little straighter seeing an opportunity. "Rose, maybe you'd like it; it if you'd gave it a try."
"Oh yuck, that's disgusting, it'll be a cold day in hell before I put some man's pee pole in my mouth."
Jack slumped back in his chair and frowned, "I don't understand; you expect me to go down on you almost every night."
"That's different."
"How so?"
"I don't know. It just is."
Rose made a face like she had just had an inspiration. "If it means that much to you, put it on your Christmas wish list. Maybe one of Santa's elves will surprise you. If oral sex is so important, I will make you a deal. The day you get a pussy, I will spend an entire night with my head locked between your legs."
"Rose, that's not funny."
Rose closed her eyes and reflected to herself, 'It was not intended as a joke, I love him more than anyone I've ever known. I just need to transfer Jack's essence into a different shell – a feminine one and my life will be pure bliss.'
Her reverie was disturbed by, "Don't you understand? I'm scared to death. I am not the heroic type. Hell, the closest I ever came to being a hero was rescuing the neighbor's cat from our garage roof. What if anyone we knew saw me in drag? They'd ridicule me! Worst yet, what if something bad happened to me -- like I got beat up or even killed?"
"Well Jack, that's a chance we'll have to take!"
Jack thought, 'What's this, we stuff.' But he kept quiet and listened.
"Jack, how did we first meet?"
"In the cafeteria at school, you invited me to sit at your table."
"Actually it was weeks before that. It was at the Woman's Liberation Rally on the main quad. You didn't notice me. But as the only male there you stood out. I made it a point to find out about you after that. Honey, everyone I knew respected you for having the guts to show up for that rally. Every one of your acquaintances I interviewed said the exact same thing about you. You were a caring and good hearted person. You stand up for what you think is right regardless of the personal consequences. I know you respect women and woman rights. That tells me you can do this."
Jake mumbled, "Yeah right, I am woman hear me roar, I'll come across as a faint hearted drag queen. Not much to respect there."
Rose ignored his cynicism and went on, "My brother joined the Army and volunteered for service in the Gulf War, was wounded in action and then gave his life for this country. And you are worried about being embarrassed. Let me pass along some wisdom he told me about heroism. 'If a man does the most heroic act in the world and is not afraid, he is either a fool or crazy, not a hero. The true heroes are the guys who are so scared they are pissing in their pants and do it anyway'."
"Well Rose, put me in for the Medal of Honor because just thinking about this, and I've already soiled myself."
Rose hoped he meant figuratively, not literally. So mockingly, she taunted, "Boo hoo, Poor Jackie is afraid."
Jack was hurt. He fumed at her rebuke. He wanted his wife to respect him, not mock his lack of machismo.
Rose held one the first picture of the Jack doppelganger and her date and said, "You must admit that you have the potential to look like a very convincing woman. If this was you under the makeup and clothes no one would every question your gender."
She stood, gathered the pictures and slid them back into the open drawer. "We'll save these for posterity. The fact the government would go to so much trouble only tells us how important this operation is to them."
Rose walked around the small table and came up behind her husband. With a shimmy of her shoulders, the robe fell into a puddle on the linoleum floor. As she wrapped her arms around Jack, she pulled him to his feet and rubbed her assets against his bare back. She leaned in and gently licked his earlobe, "Forget about the blackmail, come on baby. I know…we're asking a lot of you. If you won't do it for your country, do it for me. Where is that guy I married? Despite your strenuous opposition, I pray there is a part of you that is willing to try this. There's no higher calling than defending your country. Most do it in uniform on the battlefield; all we're asking is for you to do it in a skirt and heels. If it makes you more comfortable I will ensure your first dress is in leopard print camouflage."
Jack squirmed as Rose's roaming hands caressed Jack's chest and lightly teased his little nubs of flesh. Rose moved her lips down to his neck and nibbled playfully. "Oh, I love your tiny teats and the way they stiffen when I roll them between my fingers."
Then completely out of character, Rose pushed the hardback chair out of the way and she dropped to her knees and spun Jack around. In one quick motion, she pulled his shorts down to his ankles. With her face at crotch level, Jack felt her breath on his manhood. She rubbed her hands over his buttocks and continued her argument with, "I will even get you your own supply of diapers, for those rare occasions when Jackie has to take on the scary boogeyman! If you will do it, I promise you will have fun, I know I will. Trust me on this one."
Jack thought, 'She's trying to manipulate me, and my Lord it's working.' His heart pounded, and his sausage rose.
Rose persisted with, "Think about all the lives you could be saving; doesn't that mean anything to you?"
"Of course it matters. Couldn't someone else be the hero?"
"Nah! The government guy explained it to me. Out of the thousands of profiles they scrutinized, yours was the only one that was completely compatible with this particular terrorist. From what he said you might even become friends, isn't that exciting? All you will be doing is trading your sneakers for a pair of stilettos."
Rose clamped her hands firmly on Jack's buttocks and pulled him to the center of the kitchen. Despite her earlier condemnation of fellatio, her lips were now only millimeters away from his erection. She firmly kneaded her fingers into his butt checks. When Rose spoke Jack could feel her breath on his joy stick. It was making it extremely hard to concentrate.
"Come on; just say you will try this. Do it for me." Rose took one hand and gently cupped his balls and added, "And for our future children."
Jack groaned.
"The government has agreed to pay you a very generous salary while you are in training and undercover. They will hire you as a GS 11, thus we get all the standard benefits that come with government service that includes health care. That's over three times what you are making now. When you come home, we will have a very nice nest egg. Let's face it. You currently aren't making enough to pay our bills. If you don't take this deal, we could lose the house. Is that what you want?"
Although given the disadvantageous situation he was in, Jack was unwilling to relent. "Rose, please don't ask me to do this. There is my pride to consider, I will embarrass both of us. I'll appear a total fool."
"Jeez, Jack. Think back to those pictures, physically you can easily pass as a woman, you merely need to learn how to act and respond as one. I'll teach you. Don't have to be such a spineless wimp about it." Rose changed her gentle caress to a tight grip on Jack's balls, and she squeezed.
"Ouch, that hurts." Jack complained in distress. With a mischievous twinkle in her eye, Rose said, "I'm prepared to work with you on it." She squeezed him again, more firmly this time. "Are you willing to cooperate with me?"
The comment was more a demand than a question.
Jack felt breathless. There was a debilitating pain radiating from between his legs and a dull roaring in his ears. His mouth was dry. He shook his head defiantly and responded, "No. I can't!"
Rose continued to apply pressure. Jack groaned in agony as Rose used his nuts as a pull toy and forced Jack towards the kitchen table.
Rose had to bite her tongue to keep from laughing. She watched her hubby, with a look of angst and fear on his face, as he shuffled the few feet to the table, his ankles effectively shackled by his underpants.
She hung onto his boys, and used her other hand to reach up to the tabletop. She accidentally knocked over her empty coffee cup as she dipped her fingers into the butter dish and scooped out a handful of margarine. Rose released his balls and firmly but gently wrapped her fingers around his shaft. Then, in a double-fisted motion, she coated his woody, ensuring his penis was thoroughly lathered in the lard. She now had Jack's full attention as she pumped several slow, steady strokes. Rose directed his prick towards her mouth and stuck her tongue out and licked the head of his penis, capturing a droplet of pre-ejaculate that had been blended with the margarine.
Rose leaned back on her haunches and lightheartedly said, "I can't believe it's not butter." Rose switched to the one-hand technique. She pumped up and down while she now lovingly cradled his testicles with her other hand. She yanked his noodle and gave Jack the hand job of his life. Rose studied Jack's face and waited until he was on the verge of an orgasm. She cruelly stopped and asked again if Jack would participate in the operation. Jack resisted.
Rose gave him two more enthusiastic pumps, then again, paused. Desperate for release, Jack blushed, lollipop red and dropped his eyes to the floor. In a squeaky voice, he agreed and said, "Yes, I'll do anything, just don't stop." With a final full-length pump, Rose gave Jack the euphoric release he so desperately needed.
Jack erupted and sprayed his joy juice everywhere. The first squirt was significantly more forceful than was customary and caught Rose by surprise. As the stream flew toward her face, she had to use her athletic reactions to duck the stream's trajectory. Irritatingly the ejaculate landed on top of her head. Annoyed at the mess in her hair, Rose used her hands and captured as much of his man juice as she could. With her hands soaked in a mélange of semen and margarine, she stood and celebrated, "Oh darling thank you thank you, thank you so much!" She smothered his face with small butterfly kisses, "We won't regret this. I promise - everything will be fine!"
In retribution for the mess in her hair, Rose cleaned the gooey glob from her hands as she seized Jack by the head and used the concoction like mousse and styled his hair in a faux Mohawk. Watching Jack stand there with his spiked hair and gunk running down his face, Rose ordered, "Jack, I like the new look but now is not the time to experiment with new hairstyles, we need to save that for our first trip to the salon. Clean up this mess you made and don't forget to put the butter back into the fridge. Then join me in the shower. Just hurry, we're burning daylight. I have plans! Don't drip that gooey gunk on my clean carpet!"
What she thought was 'Martha Stewart, welcome to the first day of the rest of your life.'
Jack turned to the sink for a drink of water and stumbled, his underpants still around his ankles. He struggled out of his shackles and cleaned up the kitchen. He noticed the microwave clock and realized it was only 9 am. 'Oh my, time flies when you are having fun.'
He joined his wife in the shower, whose setting temperature was set to a hot, steamy sauna. The shower head hissed out a pounding spray. With his back to the shower head all of the tension seemed to slip away with the water that flowed down the drain.
Rose used her herbal shampoo to wash her hair then used it on her husband. After the final rinse, with soap still stinging his eyes Rose turned off the water and reached for the new bottle of 'Nair for Men' depilatory cream she had strategically hidden behind her conditioner. Rose lathered Jack's face with it. The leftover residue she casually wiped all over his chest.
Jack grabbed the bottle, wiped the soap from his eyes and read the label. "What the hell are you doing?"
To placate her nervous husband Rose said, "Relax honey, as a blond, you have never looked like a big hairy ape, but sometimes you do often remind me of a golden retriever. I'm doing you a favor. This will just remove those 'manly' whiskers. It will do a better job than shaving, and no more nicks and cuts from the razors. Wait ten minutes and then wash it off. Don't get dressed, just towel off."
Rose gracefully slipped out of the shower and thought, 'That will eliminate his peach fuzz for weeks, and when it grows back it will be even softer.'
Jack meekly consented as Rose closed the shower door. She headed for the walk-in closet. She dug out the shopping bag full of the items she had purchased yesterday. She carefully staged each item. Rose had orchestrated everything so today would forever seal her husband's fate.
As Jack waited the required time, he reluctantly admitted to himself his curiosity had been piqued. He was tempted by the security of a government job and its financial rewards. However his thoughts were dominated by how to get out of this with his dignity intact.
Additional doubts resurfaced when he realized that if he left the company, he would be abandoning his wife to the unobstructed clutches of the vile pig.
Rose waited impatiently at the bathroom door, provocatively dressed in her prettiest turquoise baby doll nightgown. She trapped Jack as he left the shower and continued to press, "Come on. Stop stalling. You gave your word! Let's give this a try." As she handed Jack a towel.
Rose said earnestly, "You can quit anytime you want, scouts honor. I promise!" As she displayed the three-finger Girl Scout Salute, with one hand and crossed her fingers behind her back with the other.
A reluctant Jack agreed. "Okay, as long as I can stop if things get too weird. I'll give it a try!"
Rose leapt at Jack, grabbed his hand and led him towards the dresser, saying, "Let's get started."
Rose then made what she hoped was a prophetic statement, "Before I'm done. I am going to turn you into a beautiful looking woman, and you are going to love it."
Jack summarily dismissed her remark and said, "That isn't what I want. I've never had a Cinderella complex!"
Rose, her face flushed with excitement, ignored the comment. She opened her panty drawer and grabbed the item stashed on top. She held up a pair of white thong bikini panties, trimmed in lace. A jubilant and domineering Rose said, "Here honey, this low-rise spandex thong is just for you. The awkward part will be you getting used to the fact that it will be wedged between your cheeks. But just try to ignore the momentary discomfort, you'll adjust quickly. They have the sweetest mix of mesh, lace and nylon. I just adore the little pink bow in front, don't you?"
Jack stood and stared at the peace of fluff Rose held out to him. He shook his head no.
In a commanding voice Rose said, "Well in truth, your opinion doesn't matter. You will wear it anyway!"
'Could this really be happening,' thought Jack.
Rose said firmly, "Step into this Jack. No more tightie whities for you." Jack looked her in the eyes and could tell she wasn't joking. Jack hesitated; he recognized that if he stepped into the feminine garment, nothing would ever be the same again.
Rose sensed Jack's reluctance as she stuffed the thong into Jack's hand. Jack immediately shot the panties at her face like a giant rubber band. Rose was miffed and tossed them back with an acid warning, "I wasn't kidding!"
The humiliation of the situation made Jack want to wilt. In an attempt to retain some sense of masculinity Jack said. "Sorry Sweetheart, I'm not some panty-boy." Jack tossed the panties back to her yet again.
Rose got into a bit of a huff. She responded with a touch of sarcasm, "For God's sake Jack, don't be a panty-waist. They are nothing more than a female equivalent of a jockstrap. I'm not trying to usurp your manhood. We are simply exploring the possibility of you being presentable. I once made an almost exact replica of these for my Ken…I mean Barbie doll. You are going to cooperate and be my full size dress up doll, aren't you?"
Rose opened the thong to expose the interior and then laid it on the floor. "Now honey, just step into the open leg holes. I will adjust it to the correct height and pull up the backside until the bum strap is positioned perfectly."
Jack hesitantly rose one foot and stepped into the garment. He felt that somehow this action was tantamount to surrendering any future claim he had on being a man.
Slowly Rose pulled the lacy garment up his legs. Her fingertips mischievously tickled his inner thighs as she raised the thong. Once she reached the calf, she paused and gazed up into her husband's face. Jack was beginning to fidget. His eyes focused on the delicate article that fettered his legs. Rose slid them up over the knees to his thighs, where Rose encountered an obstacle.
She forced Jack's legs a little wider, which held the panties in place and exposed his crotch. Rose reached up to his ball sack. With a firm yet velvet touch, she maneuvered his tender stones back into their man cave. Jack groaned. Rose again looked at her husband, now he stood frozen in place, his chin down and eyes closed tight. Rose reached up to his white-hot erection and gave the head a quick back-handed flick. The firm ramrod quickly became silly putty. Rose pulled his limp prick back between his legs. As she held it there, she pulled up and positioned the thong.
Jack gasped as the thong caressed and held him, briefly. Jack's senses responded to the delicate touch of the nylon and blood again pumped to his one-eyed milkman. Unfortunately, for Rose the delicate piece of fluff was not strong enough to retain Jack's newly engorged manhood. It swelled back to its natural position. The bulge pushed the panties out of shape.
'Alright' thought Rose, 'He wants to play that way let's try this.' Rose reached through the leg hole and grabbed several pubic hairs and yanked a handful out by the roots. After Jack stopped screaming, Rose again positioned his deflated member. Before she could get to her feet, Jack's member again rose from the dead just like Lazarus.
Conceding defeat, Rose came up with plan B. Rose thought, 'There's more than one way to hide his thingy.' Then, with just her fingertips, she delicately danced up and down the length of his cock as it nestled in its silky prison.
Jack gasped for air at this point, his heart wildly pounded in his chest. Rose felt his balls contracting and purred, "Now cum for me sweetie." She chanted.
Then he crooned a long, drawn out, "Ooooh."
Rose smiled contentedly, as Jack had his second eruption of the morning. Rose reached into Jack's panties, scooped up a handful of spunk, and brought it to Jack's mouth. Chuckling she said, "Sweet cheeks, you made the mess so you have to clean it up. Be a good girl and open wide for your serving of man jam, Bon appétit my darling."
Jack welded his lips closed and steadfastly refused. So in retribution Rose wiped a large glob on Jack's lips. She cupped the remains in her hands and nonchalantly walked the ten feet to the bathroom and washed her hands in the sink. Jack was left standing in their bedroom wearing only this wet thong. He wiped the residue from his lips, but a salty taste remained. Jack felt very awkward and embarrassed knowing that he had secretly enjoyed Rose's little game. The warm sticky quickly became cold and slimy.
As Jack stood there, adrenaline rushed through his body as the primitive neurological response of fight or flight took hold. His wife for whatever reason was attacking manhood. As he saw it, he had two possible responses. One was to say no and fight her, the other was to run. Leave her and call the marriage quits. The latter option was unthinkable, not only did he love her but where would he go and how would he live. Fighting her certainly wasn't an attractive option. Rose always got what she wanted – hell the Christians in the Coliseum had a better chance against the lions. That left capitulation as the only option.
Rose returned and threw the damp hand towel into the hamper. She stared at Jack for a long moment. Jack felt the heat in his face and shifted his weight back and forth in nervous anticipation.
Then Jack asked politely, "Rose may I please remove this wet panty. It is really clammy and uncomfortable?"
In an authoritative tone, Rose told Jack to look in the left hand drawer and take out the items on top. Jack opened the drawer and saw a black lace bra and matching panties. Jack picked up the bra with just two fingertips and hooked the panties with his little finger. Jack questioned his wife. "Rose, you can't be serious. This is what you want me to wear?"
"Yes, it is one of my old bra and panty sets. If you stretch it out, it won't matter. Put those things on and we'll see where it leads us. Be a good boy and do what I say."
Jack dangled the bra at eye level with just his two fingertips. The panties hung from his little pinky. As the bra twisted, he closely examined the feminine device and noticed the price tag still on it, which read '34 D pushup bra with extra padding.'
Jack thought to himself, 'She must think I'm an idiot. Why would a woman with a 36 D chest ever need a padded pushup bra?'
Rose responded in her best authoritative voice, "Do it now Jack, I'm tired of waiting!"
Jack dropped the panties at his feet and stepped into them after ridding himself of his wet ones. He sheepishly pulled them up, and tucked his deflated sausage between his legs.
Rose wanted to laugh at Jack's efforts to fasten the bra but knew that would be counterproductive, so she provided advice and directions as needed. "Jack, the easiest way to put on a bra would be to hook it in the front and spin it around. However, let's practice the big girl fashion. Put your arms through the straps, grab both hook and eye ends, position the cups at nipple level and twist your arms around behind your back. Drag the ends across each other. You will feel when they catch."
Rose watched in amusement as Jack arched his back, floundered, and fumbled about with the straps. Jack wrestled with the two elasticized bands that seemed to have a mind of their own. Rose tittered quietly at his antics and offered more advice. "That's it, move your right end up a little and now to the left, feel the hooks and slide them into the eye loops."
It got so bad Jack developed a cramp in his neck and both arms. He pleaded for help. Eventually, she took pity on him. She stood behind him and fastened the brassiere firmly in place using the tightest settings.
Rose watched the bra dig into his skin and thought, 'I got a band size too small. I want Jack to be constantly aware he has on a bra, comfortable is not in my agenda.'
Standing tight against his back Rose reached around her husband. She ran her hot palms over the cool and smooth bra cups. She nuzzled into his neck and softly said, "Doesn't the combination of constriction and softness feel nice?"
Jack nodded a consolatory yes, much to Rose's delight. At that moment, Rose knew she was never going to allow him to give up his girlie side. Then Rose slid her hands under his bra cups and lightly tweaked his nipples. Rose's excitement was infectious. She felt his heart wildly pounding in his chest and his nipples respond. Using her body she shoved Jack closer to her dresser. She used her legs to force his thighs open, which gave her unfettered access to his boy clit. With one hand, she caressed his tiny breast, slid her other hand lower, reached between his spread legs, and aggressively grabbed at his organ. She rubbed at his sex but found it not yet ready to fully respond. Rose forced Jack up tight against the dresser. She reached into the open drawer and withdrew two silicone pads she had hidden there.
"Jack, since your little boobies don't fill out my bra, let me help with these." Rose slowly slid the breast enhancers into Jack's bra. Once in place, Rose hoisted and bounced the breasts with both hands and said, "Very feminine, what do you think Jack?"
Rose was thinking, 'I can't wait to see my hubby decked out with a full set of Baywatch boobs.'
Jack looked down at his chest and only saw two nicely rounded mounds. He blushed as his member started to swell and Rose slid one hand back to Jack's groin and said, "It would seem you agree."
Jack's eyes went wide as Rose played with his silicone breasts and teased his cock back to life.
"My beautiful wife," Rose whispered seductively into his ear. Her knees forced his thighs further apart. Jack felt her fingers probe between his thighs...she stroked him, as though he were a girl! And his body loved it!
Rose thought 'OMG, He is getting hard again. Jack has never responded that quickly, even on our honeymoon. By this time tomorrow Jackie will be on his way to becoming what the government needs, and the foundation of my future wife.'
Rose grabbed quick glances at him through glazed eyes. The sight of her husband as he writhed in ecstasy thrilled her. She had enjoyed numerous lesbian adventures at school, but this was better by far. She sensed, accurately, that it was the power, her absolute control over what was happening to another human being, which stimulated her. It suddenly occurred to Rose that if Jack could indeed be made to accept the role of the wife...then it followed that she as the husband would have total control. Not just of their sex life, over the household chores, their finances, and in every other aspect of their lives, she even planned on taking full control of the TV remote.
Rose began to work her hips and pelvis urgently. Her mouth closed over Jack's ear and neck. Rose bit hard on Jack's earlobe. She jerked her hips against him and rode the back of his leg. She closed her eyes and imagined that she really was making love to a woman! Lost in a fantasy world where she was a man, Rose brought both hands up, slid them under the bra, and cruelly kneaded Jack's breasts. His moans fanned her desire to a fever pitch. Her groin slammed against his helpless body. The knowledge that she was hurting him...that he accepted it, caused her lust to boil over. With one last frenzied, convulsive lunge, she climaxed and collapsed satisfied and exhausted against his body.
A disconcerted Jack watched his wife's expression in the dresser mirror. Her eyes sparkled. She returned Jacks stare, but her eyes were unfocused. Her mind was obviously a million miles away.
Fearful of regression, Rose pulled him close. "Darling, tell me it was good for you too."
Rose saw the shame, confusion and doubt in his face.
"Rose, this isn't normal. Look at me. I look and feel ridiculous!"
She knew what she had to do. "Shush, sweetheart, that's my whole point. You'll see."
She told him firmly. "Normal is way over rated. You look and feel wrong because you look like a man in a bra and panties! However, if you wore your hair differently, if your face was made-up properly, and if you let me show you how to become a real woman..., then you'd look and feel like one. Aren't you willing to at least try?"
Jack groaned to himself and reached for the bra to pull it off and said, "I'm sorry. I can't do it,
I won't do this!"
Her response struck like a whip. She barked, "Don't you dare touch that! Now I've been very patient with you, but enough is enough. You've given your word to me and to the government. We're going to finish dressing you. It'll make all the difference. Do be a doll and don't fight me on this."
Rose thought, 'An ocean is created by many drops. When he comes home from his grand patriotic adventure, I know I can mold him into a trophy wife. The trick is how do I get him to want that? I'll see if those government guys can provide any suggestions.'
Once he is there I'll ensure he comes to love it. There are so many things two women can do to pleasure each other. We'll explore each and every one of them.
Jack released his grip on the bra clasps, and Rose jumped with glee and said, "This is just like when I was a little girl and played dress up with my dolls."
Rose hummed to herself, as she waded into her closet, and headed to the very back where she had staged Jack's new dress. Her heart raced in anticipation of what was about to unfold.
"What is Mademoiselle going to wear?" To keep up the façade that this wasn't all preplanned. Rose held up dress after dress, Rose whined, she couldn't find anything that would fit her husband. Rose finally dug to the very back of her closet.
"Great." Again for Jack's benefit she said sounding sarcastic. "The only thing I have that might even come close to fitting you is this old knit yellow dress with big white buttons up the front. The knit will stretch to fit your frame. It is amazing; I think we wear about the same size dress." Rose said with a devilish little smile.
Jack gave Rose a skeptical look. His intuition radar was again going off. He was not the largest guy, but no way was he the same size as his wife.
Rose tripped over dresses that had fallen on the floor and stumbled out of the closet with the dress.
"How does your underwear feel, sweetheart?"
"Uncomfortable, can I please take them off?"
Rose answered with a firm "No!"
She handed the dress to Jack. "Please put this on for me, and I will fasten you up."
Jack countered with a pout but conceded the inevitable. He stepped into the dress. He wiggled and squirmed until he got the dress up and slid his arms into the arm holes. Rose drew her husband towards her and playfully closed the front of his dress as she accidentally rubbed his swollen manhood as she moved from button to button.
As she slid her hand over his firm member, she observed, "My my, it appears that despite your protestations, someone is enjoying this. It seems you really like your new underwear. Is my hubby wobbly, winking his pretty panties? Do they feel good on his wittle weenie?"
Before a flustered Jack could respond, Rose stood and headed for the closet where she rummaged through some boxes on the top shelf and continued with, "Hot damn, I still have this wig from last year's Halloween party. Remember I went as Artemis, the female warrior goddess of fertility. Jack, you were adorable in those green tights as Peter Pan. This hairpiece will be your crowning glory. It's a good natural looking wig, with long blond sexy, bouncing curls, and straight bangs. It's just not the best wig out there. I picked it up used, on Ebay, but it is good for a start."
Rose adjusted the wig and used her fingers to untangle the long curls. "I love the way the long hair frames your face and the white color brings out the blue of your eyes."
Rose thought, 'Oh, I wish I had extra money in my checking account, but for now I'll have to make do with what I have. When the windfall arrives, I'll get him, the best human hair wig I can find. We can move his male clothes into the spare bedroom to make room for his new wardrobe. I'm going to open a Nostrums credit card just for him.'
Rose stood back and critically examined her creation. She couldn't help herself; she softly sniggered.
Jack responded with anger, "Rose. This is hard enough on me already. I told you I would look ridiculous."
"Au contraire, mon ami. When we get done you will be stunning. I promise."
"Rose, why is this so important to you, why do you want to see me in a dress?"
"Careful Jack, are you sure you want to ask that? You may not like the answer. Let's just say its fun playing with you as my dress up doll. I've been doing this kind of thing, since I was a little girl. As far back as I can remember my mother gave me dolls to play with. There were doll clothes, baby buggies, play dishes, pots and pans - all done in an effort to mold me into her idea of a woman. Much to her sorrow, I never went through the extreme princess phase. In fact, I marched into my first day of preschool in my favorite pinstriped overalls and carried a GI Joe lunchbox, which I had talked my dad in getting for me. He always was a sucker for a few tears."
"For my mother, my ‘tomboy’ phase was a crisis. She totally freaked out when we were reading Cinderella, I made the comment I didn’t like the Cinderella character. I would rather be one of the dominant stepsisters."
Jack shrugged and thought his wife truly was unique, no one ever rooted for the stepsisters.
"As part of her brainwashing efforts my mother decided I needed to progress from standard baby dolls to Barbie. My first Barbie doll really freaked me out. It was I think my 10th birthday party. I just looked at it and thought, 'What would Gloria Steinem say?' So I marched right up to my mother and criticized her selection of present. I threw the doll on the floor and objected about the dolls ridiculous dimensions. I told her I had read that if Barbie were a real woman she would have been an impossible 38-18-34. I told Mom the doll was a freak of nature. I lectured Mom; no real woman is made like that!"
With a gloomy far-off look, Rose continued. "Two weeks later my Mother and I took a road trip to a visit an old friend of hers. I was flabbergasted this woman stood 5'7, had a 30-inch waist, and a significant F cup bust that she insisted was not artificially enhanced. I had to concede that round to my mother."
"My mother wouldn't give up. So I took things in my own hands. I demanded that for every Barbie doll I receive, I get a Ken doll as its mate. Being a feminist zealot from a very early age, I resented being forced into all the fluff of the girly girl. My mother became obsessed with my gender identity, and we had long drawn out fights over her attempt to enforce gender bias on me. She was always asking me to play house. I did, but what she didn't know was that in my mind, I always played the husband not the wife. By the time I was in my teens, my mother, and I were constantly squabbling over a female's position in modern society. In 7h grade, I was suspended from school because I came to class wearing a t-shirt that read Girls Rule, Boys Drool."
"I had taught myself to sew and spent time off from school making outfits for my Ken dolls. I exchanged all the dull man attire for Barbie's clothes. I even learned to make little tiny Brassieres and g-strings. Well actually, little is a relative term. I always insisted the faux-Barbie's dimensions be more impressive than the girl dolls. Every Ken had a wardrobe of Micro-Mini dresses and tight tops. I even managed to assemble a large collection of wigs for my guys."
"My lord Rose, they don't sell wigs for dolls that size," said an astonished Jack.
"I know. I would go to the thrift shop, and for pennies pick up old broken dolls. I simply cannibalized these dolls and scalped them. With a set of oil paints for makeup, I doubled my Barbie collection."
"Rose did you and your mother ever reconcile?"
"No, the straw that broke the camel's back was when she accused me of being a feminist. I set her straight when I told her, in no uncertain terms, I was NOT a feminist! Feminists believe all men and woman are equals, when, in fact, men are the inferior of the species. I calmly explained that females are smarter and more evolved."
"To bring me around to the correct way of thinking my mother checked a Jane Austen book out of the library for me to read. The next day I exchanged it for a biography of Joan of Arc. That totally freaked out Mom."
"Rose, are you telling me you feel demeaned being the wife and homemaker?"
"The answer to your question is no. In today's society, there most definitely is a role for the dutiful housewife."
Jack was confused at this evasive response.
Rose thought as she lovingly stroked Jack's silk clad buttocks, 'It's just that I have plans for someone else to star in my production of the Stepford Wives.'
Rose instructed, "Now, Ken walk for me, I want to see how it hangs on you."
Jack hesitated and mumbled, "My name is Jack."
Rose wrinkled her brow and blithely dismissed his concern and said, "Jack, I gave you something to do! Why don't you go do it? You know when I set my mind on something I always get my way!"
Jack shrugged his shoulders in defeat.
A crestfallen Jack agreed to try it. Pointing to the bulge in his groin Jack said, "Rose, I'm ashamed at my reactions and feel guilty dressed like this. I will do it. However, please leave me some dignity and let me do it in private, just until I adjust to the feel of the silk panties."
Jack was lost in thought. He hated to admit it but there was some deep-seated pleasure he received from basically giving himself over to Rose. He knew as a man, he had to maintain the façade of objections. But in reality, he was beginning to enjoy this game.
Rose breathed a deep sigh of relief and fought to hide her glee. She left the room before she lost her composure. Rose mused over how easily she had gotten her husband into a bra, panties and a dress. Through the crack in the door, Rose spied on her husband. She watched him parade around in his dress. The dress flowed around Jack. The hem limited his steps. Jack tottered about the room as he couldn't take full steps, unless he hitched it up in a very feminine gesture. Jack repeatedly pulled the dress away from his manly bulge as he tried to conceal it.
Jack stared at his reflection in the full-length mirror and, to his utter amazement. The dress almost fit. He was mortified by the fact he enjoyed the experience and couldn't get his erection to subside. As a man he knew that was wrong. He stood there for a few minutes turning this way and that, posing in front of the mirror. Jack thought, 'I've given up my dignity, what more can she ask of me?'
Rose tiptoed into the room, holding an extra firm panty girdle, and came to an abrupt halt and stared at her husband watching him checking out his ass in the dress. She could keep a straight face only for an instant before she broke into a wide grin.
A thoroughly mortified Jack summed up a most inauspicious blush and hissed, "Please don't ridicule me."
Rose simply glared at her blushing husband, "Jeezus, I see Jack the jerk is back! I didn't say a word. From where I'm standing it actually doesn't look too bad if you discount the very unladylike bulge in the groin and the armpit hair. In fact, when I look at you, I see the potential for a busty bimbo."
Rose asked coyly, "Does my lovely virgin bride like what he sees?"
Embarrassed beyond belief, Jack was incapable of speech, and could only shamefully nod, yes.
Regaining his composure, Jack tried to sound assertive. "I said I would try this. But enjoyable or not, it's a onetime thing. It ends today."
In response Rose arched an eyebrow and said demurely, "Once is all I'm asking."
But what she thought to herself was. 'I don't think so.'
Jack tried several times to hide his discomfort. The frilly little panties weren't strong enough to contain his excitement. Rose handed Jack the foundation garment and stood back to watch and said, "Jack this is the ultimate full support panty girdle. Happiness is a flat front and a firm uplifted derrière."
"Rose I've never seen you wear a girdle."
"Nah, too much trouble but I hear the results can be quite spectacular, now put it on!"
Jack held up his dress and stepped into the uncompromising garment like a pair of bicycle shorts. He pulled, wiggled, tugged, and strained to get it up.
Rose slid her hand down the front panel and again tucked his man parts out of view. With a final two-handed tug, she pulled the garment snug. Rose saw her husband's groin look as smooth as a Ken doll. This transported her back to her childhood. The memories were still so fresh. She actually raised one hand to her mouth to hide her smile. Next she repositioned the wig, and adjusted it properly on Jack's head. With her fingers, she again brushed it to get the snarls out. She took a step back and closely examined her creation. Rose wrinkled up her brow and lightly fingered the armpit hair hanging out of the dress sleeves. Rose blithely pronounced, "Well one thing is apparent. We have a major deforestation project to undertake."
With a good-humored tone, Jack lifted his hands over his head in mock surrender, looked at his armpits and said, "Hell Rose, It looks like we'll need a lumberjack."
Rose snickered at the small joke.
"Sweetheart, I want to be a real American hero as much as the next guy, nevertheless, I'm terrified of doing it in a dress. Rose, I am just a dyslexic, computer geek. I don't know anything about being a hero or a girl, for that matter! Besides its 'wrong' for guys to look and act like women, we just aren't shaped the same way."
Jack ran his hand down his sides and grabbed the love handles that overhung from the top of his girdle. Playfully, Jack said, "Rose, look how pathetic I come across. This is never going to work unless we can do something about my muffin top!"
Rose, smiled and said, "My poor Jackie is brilliant about some things, and so naive about others. Sweetheart, we're only getting started, let's give it some time. You'll make a better woman than most who were born to it."
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After several minutes of lighthearted protest, that lacked any sincerity Rose tugged Jack to her makeup table. Excitedly Rose proclaimed, "We're going to spend the day primping and preening. It is going to be a ball, I promise."
Commitment is an act, not a word. Jean-Paul Sartre
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A NOTE REGARDING THIS STORY.
This is a fictional chronicle of a normal hardworking guy named Jack. The federal government made him an offer he couldn't refuse. All they asked was for Jack to go undercover to help the U.S. Government ensnare a terrorist.
Any resemblance of the characters depicted in the story to actual individuals is coincidental. All events are the sole responsibility of the author. None of the scenes in this story depict minors engaged in any sexual encounter.
This story has been previously posted on other sites. It is being posted here with a strong rewrite; some new chapters have been added. I had my BFF Monica Rose edit the material so it should be more readable. Marina
Marina: [email protected]
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Chapter 4 – The makeover
"Extreme Makeovers...they help people that are uncomfortable in their own skin. They really change lives." Steven Hill
Rose made a brief speech. "Jack with your, nose, thin lips and masculine face I am not promising to make you a movie star. However, based on the results of your twin in the Polaroids, I'm positive we can make you presentable. With a little effort you may even be attractive. Are you willing to cooperate with me on this?"
"Jack relax let me show you how passable you'll be. We can even have some fun with this little dress up exercise. What do you want? You've already agreed to do this, so either do it enthusiastically or just call it quiets."
Jack sat at the vanity, he attempted to slouch but the steely grip of his girdle forced his posture to remain firm and upright, his back ramrod straight and his small boobs thrust forward. He gave the cooperation issue some serious reflection. In his heart, he knew the right thing to do. His constant protests and foot-dragging were merely to protect his precious male ego, besides it was ridiculous for guys to try and be as good as a woman. No real man would willingly dive into the estrogen pool of makeup, bras and silk panties. But Rose was correct. If he was going to do this, he should give it his best effort. Jack felt relieved that Rose was forcing the issue, it freed him of guilt. It would also free him from the need to constantly fight every little feminization step. He mentally decided to try the government's proposal.
Jack smiled at Rose and said, "Come on, what are you waiting for? Let's get this thing started. Turn me into a beautiful spy like Pussy Galore in Gold Finger."
Rose was giddy over the prospect of glamorizing her husband. She thought of all the advantages of having a feminized-domesticated husband, 'She would mold him to be the perfect spouse. He will shop, cook, clean, do the laundry and never complain about it. He'll be everything a lesbian wife could want, a chef in the kitchen, a lady in the living room and a whore in the bedroom.' A delighted Rose jumped up and clapped her hands in excitement. In a whimsical tone said, "It's about time. Well, Miss Galore, scoot your pussy over and let me share the stool and we'll begin."
Rose thought, 'Hum, pussy. I hadn't thought of taking it that far, maybe it was a Freudian slip on Jack's part. Am I ready to trade his pole for a hole? That would be rather drastic; we'll have to see where this all leads us.'
She sat next to her husband and began his makeup lessons. "Jack, you are a smart guy. It won't be hard to learn the basics. We will start out real slow. Let's begin with a good moisturizer. It'll make the application of your makeup much easier."
Rose sorted through the jumble of cosmetics on the vanity and selected a series of tubes and jars and placed them in front of Jack. "Foundation and concealer are the most important products in any woman's beauty arsenal. Concealer goes on first and looks most natural when you work in sheer layers and build it up gradually. Just keep in mind it's not a beauty product to scrimp on. Once you have a good application we will apply your foundation. Then we will set it all with a translucent powder. Here are all the products, get started I will observe and critique as needed."
With the aid of small sponges, some brushes and his fingers Jack turned his face into a blank canvas in just a few minutes.
Rose squirmed in delight watching Jack's response to his makeup tutorial.
"Now we'll start with your lips. Most guys are fixated on a woman's breast and hair, but in the end, her lips are the real attention getter."
Rose was thinking, 'I'm so looking forward to being the tour guide on this journey into femininity.' Rose next described how to use a lip liner. Jack wanted Rose to demonstrate, but she insisted that he do it, explaining learning comes from doing not watching.
Jack responded, "Gee whiz, you're putting all the pressure on me!"
Rose casually rested her hand on top of the bulge in his crotch. "Yes I can feel the pressure building."
Then with a final gentle squeeze she said, "Let's hope the safety valve doesn't blow."
Rose pressed on, "Always start with a sharpened pencil, and use a color slightly darker than your lipstick. Close your mouth naturally. Draw the pencil along the line of the lips from the middle to the outer edges. Draw the line slightly outside the natural curve of the lip line, which will maximize your thin lips. If you have a problem with creating a smooth line start by putting a series of small marks along the natural lip line then just connect the dots."
Watching Jack follow her instructions to the letter and outline what would be luscious, full lips, she hugged her husband in celebration, "Excellent darling, I couldn't have done better."
Rose handed Jack a new tube of a long lasting frosty pink shimmering lipstick. "The first time a woman puts on her own lipstick is a sensual rite of passage. I want you to enjoy this as much as I am."
As if talking to a mentally challenged child she patiently explained, "Lipstick should always remain inside the lip liner. Now open the mouth slightly and say 'Oh'. By staying relaxed, you will be able to reach the total surface area of the lips. As with the pencil line, start from the top center and using the liner as your guide, glide the lipstick smoothly to the corner of the mouth on each side, repeating for the bottom lip. Always use nice smooth strokes. To get longer-lasting color, repeat the process and blot between applications. When you're finished use your sparkle lip-gloss on the center of your lower lip."
Jack spent the better part of five minutes trying to get the cupid bow just right, even though he went outside his lips a tiny bit, he thought it looked fantastic. Jack was feeling very proud of his accomplishments. His lips were lush and glistened like wet paint.
Rose struggled to stay in her seat. Her excitement exploded as her enchanted garden had gone from a damp marsh to a fast running stream. Rose squealed in delight at the finished product. "Lover, I have just decided pink is going to be your signature color!"
"We'll spend a long time on your eyes; we're going to go for a dramatic look, nothing extreme. We'll save the bombshell look for next time. Today we will just do something a woman would wear for a night on the town." Rose said with excitement
Jack had to reach down and adjust his member as it painfully inflated in his panties.
Rose sorted through the clutter of beauty products on the vanity and lightly sung to herself.
'We've been keeping out of sight
Waiting 'til the time was right
Now we kiss in broad daylight
Our secret's out
We don't have to hide away
We can walk along Broadway
Let everybody see the way we sway
Our secret's out
You're the one I'm proud to have by my side
You're the one I care for
You're the one that breaks me open wide
I pledge my love to you
You got my soul
It's such a beautiful feeling
It's such a beautiful feeling
It's such a beautiful feeling with you.'
Finished with her brief serenade, Rose found what she was looking for and informed Jack eyelashes were next. She had him first use an eyelash curler. "Push up on your eyelids, and force your lashes upward. Squeeze them with a curler, and hold for a count of five."
Rose handed Jack the mascara and lectured, "Always start with the outside base of the upper lash, use short jagged strokes."
Once he learned not to flinch when the wand came near his eye, he was able to apply several layers of vibrant metallic blue mascara.
Rose lovingly played with his wig hair and complimented her husband, "I am jealous, you have great lashes for a boy."
Jack fluttered his long massacred eyelashes at Rose and gave her a triumphant smile. "Don't get carried away Jack, we've only started. False eyelashes are next."
Jake shrugged and stared straight ahead with his mouth shut. Rose searched through the vanity's top drawer and found what see was looking for. "Let's go with the glamour length for your unveiling."
Mastering lips were a piece of cake compared to the complexities of applying false lashes. Jack quickly became exasperated. First they wouldn't stick at all. Then on the fourth try, he attached them only to find they had been positioned at the inner corner of his eye, rather than the outer. His next attempt resulted like the preceding ones in failure, when he got a glob of adhesive in his eye. The final disaster was when he managed to glue his eyelids shut. "Rose, please, I need help. I can't do this. How do you stick something on your eye when you must close your eye to do it?"
Rose condescended to help just this one time and quickly got them position perfectly.
"Now it's time for your eye shadow I think three shades of pink will look alluring."
Rose handed Jack several sable brushes and a trio case of pressed powder eye shadow. She had him cover his eye from the eyelids to the brow in the lightest shade. Next she had him fill in the crease of his eyelid with the darkest shade. Then starting at the inside corner and extending to the outer corner, and formed a small triangle of shadow that points toward his temple with the middle shade. Lastly, he smudged the line with his finger. He darkened the triangle at the outer corner. Next he blended three shades together. Being careful to blend into the lid area, then an accent color of gold went just under the brow for a more dramatic look. After a bit more blending Jack thought, 'Voila!'
The next challenge was the eyeliner. The mere thought of liquid eyeliner was intimidating. Jack who hated failing at anything felt frustrated. In exasperation he suggested he skip this step.
"Stop being such a drama queen. An hour of practice is worth five of foot dragging. If you bitch one more time about your makeup lessons I am dragging you down to my beauty shop for personalized instructions. Is that what you want?"
"Rose give me a break, there has to be other options. This pencil thingy that I used on my brows works just fine let me use that."
"Jack either we do it right or we don't do it at all." Rose refused to give in. She insisted Jack at least try it. His hands were a little unstable but eventually Jack managed to get a thin line under each eye. Then on the upper eyes he applied it a little thicker and extended it a hint past the end of his eyes in an upward sweep.
"Honey you really do look beautiful."
A mortified Jack begged, "Please don't say that. It's fundamentally wrong for a man to be considered beautiful. After all we're just men and therefore inferior – in appearance. Besides I'm fat!"
"Nonsense, you can stand to lose a few pounds, I would say you are a bit rubenesque perhaps, but certainly not fat."
Rose shrugged off his comment and sat astounded at his meteoric grasp of makeup. "Jack, are you sure you have never done this before?"
"Well there was that time I danced ballet, we had to put on our own stage makeup for performances."
"Oh, my God, I had no idea you were a ballerina."
Jack shot back, "I am sensitive to the term ballerina. The correct term for men is danseurs."
"Whatever…why did you give it up?"
"Rose, as was customary in Russia, in primary school everyone took ballet. Professional ballerinas make it look like a piece of cake, but ballet is not an easy thing. It requires incredible discipline and conditioning. I found it pushed me to my limits, mentally and physically. But in all honesty I was really good at it."
With a sad expression on his face Jack continued, "When we moved to the States, I resumed my dance lessons. Here there were only girls in my class. They would call me names, giggle and point at me. Those taunts of faggot still haunt my nightmares. They were jealous because I was a better dancer than any of them. They took to calling me a girl wannabe, and spread the rumor around school that I was gay. They frequently exchanged my black tights for pink ones. Once they even stuffed a tampon into my locker. Dance class became a matter of survival."
"It all came to a head the summer before high school. I was scheduled to play the Swan in Mathew Bourne’s version of Swan Lake – that's where men, rather than women, dance the lead. My parents were ecstatic over the idea. Unfortunately word got around town that I was dancing in a tutu. One day at lunch two of the boys from my school trapped me in a bathroom and used a red marker to coat my lips. They said I was pretty and stole my pants and threatened to rape my sissy ass. My cries for help brought a teacher, who rescued me. But I had to go through the entire afternoon with bright red lips. Ever since then I have been supersensitive about appearing effeminate. So after one performance I refused to ever dance again."
Jack sat mute with a deer caught in-the-headlights expression on his face.
"Rose can a let you in on a secret?"
"Sure, you can tell me anything."
"As a small boy, ballet was my life. I prayed God would make me a girl so I could become a Ballerina. I know that is ridiculous; but I have always wondered how my life would have turned out if I had been a woman. There are rolls in ballet for men, but woman are the true stars.
Those thoughts caused me a great deal of pain as a young boy. I grew out of that phase and came to accept my manhood, what you are doing to me has touched a raw nerve."
"A wise man, I forget who, once said, 'Tell me what you want and I'll tell you who you are'. We all have dreams, Jack you have no idea how happy you've made me. Letting me in on your deepest dark secret tells me how much you trust me. I love you for it."
Rose broke the tension as she handed Jack a large sable brush and cheerfully announced, "Now back to work. When using blush, first smile. That accentuates the fullest part of your cheek. Apply powder on the 'apple' just between your highlighter and above the counter shadow. Avoid blending blusher directly under the eye. With the brush, blend upward and outward toward your ears. Blend until color fades into the hairline. Blush can be any color, however it's advisable to coordinate with the lip color you are using - that doesn't mean you have to have an exact match but they should complement one another by being in the same family tone."
Being a computer engineer and not an artist Jack had no idea what colors were in the same family. Rose patiently sat there and waited for her husband to select the proper color. She shook her head no, every time he picked up the wrong one. Eventually through trial and error Jack produced laudable results.
In conclusion Rose commented, "For once your weak jaw is an asset. Watch as I use dark concealer to contour your face into a more feminine image."
Once she was finished Jack gazed into the vanity mirror for the longest time without saying anything. He turned his head slightly from side to side. What he saw was a stranger. Judging by Rose's smile, she was very proud of her handy work.
Rose watched his face for a moment, trying to get a read on his emotions. Jack initially appeared happy with what he saw then slowly his expression turned to one of melancholy. Eventually, she reached out a finger and turned his chin so he was looking at her.
"Well what do you think?" He looked mystified at the question. "I don't know – different."
Rose questioned him, "Different how? Are you mad, upset or happy?"
Jack merely shrugged and pointed to his heart, "I not only look different. I feel different in here."
Next Rose grabbed her fingernail polish and slid off the stool and sat at Jack's feet. Jack had ticklish feet and fidgeted as Rose went to work on his toes. She figured that polish might be too challenging for a novice girl. Rose filed them and applied four coats of pink polish. Waiting for the polish to dry Rose surprised Jack with a pair of toe rings. Saying, "Here is a present for my new best girlfriend."
From her kneeling position Rose had a clear view of the bulge in Jack's crotch. Jack noticed what Rose was staring at and quickly tried to cover his groin with his hands. Rose laughed and said, "If this excites you that's alright with me."
"But it's not right; a man isn't suppose to get excited dressing like a woman."
"Jack, my homophobic husband, I love it with you all pretty. There are studies that show as many as 25% of American males, cross-dress on an occasional basis. I've seen studies that say the percentage that dress on a regular basis is closer to 10%. For some this dressing is head to toe 'en femme' while others only involve one or two items of lingerie. So the fact you are enjoying your delicates is nothing to be ashamed of."
Before Jack could recover Rose attacked his hands with vigor and attached long glue-on fingernails. Jack thought the nails were excessively long and a bit flashy, but decided not to say anything.
Rose gleefully announced, "Your hands look fabulous with nails that length. They're beautiful. Girl you've got bling!"
It took Jack several tries to pick up the empty fingernail package. Using his nails like chopsticks he eventually succeeded. "I can't do anything with these."
Laughing Rose said, "Girlfriend, you'll learn it only takes practice."
Rose went to the closet and returned with a new jewelry box. She told Jack to open it. He found a treasure-trove of costume jewelry. Jack was taken aback. Rose seldom wore any jewelry and certainly not anything so flamboyant.
"Every woman has to develop her own style. For this, your premiere, I want you to pick your own accessories."
Jack decided to accessorize with two clip-on crystal earrings with a full 6 inch drop. He quickly secured them in place. Jack swung his head from side to side. He loved the way the earrings peaked out from behind his long curls and the way they would brush his neck. He found two large rhinestone cocktail rings that he thought were appropriate for the glamour look Rose was going for. Then he chose a pair of shiny silver bracelets that chimed whenever he moved his hand. Next Jack selected what he considered the piece de resistance, a long pearl necklace.
As he reached again into the box Rose laughed and said, "Stop! Anymore and you would look like a tart."
While she thought, 'He's hopeless. He has no fashion sense at all. I've seen pictures of drag queens decked out in less. But experience is the best teacher.'
"Don't move an inch. I'm going to get our camera I have to capture this moment for posterity."
A radiant Jack stood in is his yellow dress and glamour makeup and was transfixed. He admired himself in the vanity mirror. For the first time in his life he was pleased with his appearance, rather than ashamed by it.
Rose stood back and watched the scene unfold. Realizing things were succeeding beyond her wildest dreams. Rose kept taking pictures until the batteries died in the camera. Jack started at his wife's refection in the mirror and lightheartedly said, "Please don't hate me because I'm beautiful."
She sarcastically stuck her tongue between her lips and gave her husband a raspberry. Rose surprised Jack by grabbing her perfume bottle and applied a drop on each wrist and behind his ear lobes.
Standing back and looking at her husband in the yellow dress and white buttons Rose declared, "Jeez, do you know what you look like? With that dress and platinum blond hair it reminds me of a gigantic daisy.
"Oh Jack; don't look so glum, I'm not making fun of you. I just thought we could use that to our advantage. It would be the perfect name for my special new friend. I want to call you Daisy. Think about it. A daisy is a beautiful wild flower, yet it still is tough as a weed. Just like you."
Jack stood there awestruck. Finally he said, "Really you're serious? You want to go with Daisy? As in Daisy double D Dukes?"
Maddeningly Rose just stood there with a smirk on her face and inquired, "What name would you like?"
"How about just calling me Jackie" responded Jack?
Rose immediately rejected it. "Go look at yourself Jacqueline darling,"
He said. "Jacqueline?"
"Yes at a minimum Jacqueline, Jackie would be too easy to slip up and call you Jack. Now that you are all dolled up, I don't want anyone ever calling you Jack again. If you don't like Jacqueline, how about something with a bit more flare, we could go with Jill. Get it Jack and Jill?"
"No, you are going to be difficult aren't you, then how about Jasmine, Juliette, Jolene, or we could go dramatic, Candace, that way I could call you Candy, that would be so sweet."
There is that sour puss again, "Okay, we could always go with the drag queen theme. Stop me when I get to something you like, Lusty Lana, Sugar Aplenty, or maybe Ophelia Nuts."
"Stop! You win, Daisy it is."
"Now for a middle name, what would really fit? That's it, just the thing, you will be called Belle. The Bell of the ball if I get my way," mumbled Rose. "That's it, end of discussion. We will call you Daisy Belle. We are, Rose and Daisy, the flower twins."
Rose Jumped up and down, grabbed her husband and said, "Jack, I just had an inspiration. When we have our first daughter, we will call her Lilly. Our next one will be Violet. The one after that will be Marigold. We can create our own special bouquet."
Jack said, "Slow down Rose, stop right there."
The two lovebirds sealed the deal with a soul touching kiss.
As they broke their embrace Jack inquired, "Rose seriously, what happens if they we have boys?"
In a jocular manner, Rose remarked, "That will never happen, no one is screwing with my bouquet – even God knows better than that!"
Rose stood there with massive smile that took over her entire face.
"Oh Jack, I know that look. Your bravado makes you think that wearing a dress and being called Daisy Belle will make you appear to be less of a man. Well dear husband, there is nothing that is further from the truth. Jack in my eyes you are more of a man for doing this, I mean that with all my heart. I don't know anyone else who is man enough to be a woman."
Jack pranced around in the dress, for several hours. He became accustomed to the feel of it. Rose instructed him on how to stand, walk, and sit but most importantly, how to use the potty wearing a dress. Rose promised her husband, he would learn all about feminine mannerisms. She would teach him everything he needed to pass as a woman.
Rose produced a pair of high heels nothing outlandish, just an open-toed sandal with a solid 2-inch block heel and ankle straps for added stability. Handing Jack his first pair of heels, Rose said, "Shoes always bring great joy to women. The right pair of high heels often makes a woman giddy with delight. But let's not forget, heels require stockings as well. Put on these control top black pantyhose. They are dark enough to hide your leg hair."
Rose told Jack, "Sit on the bed. Wearing pantyhose for the first time is a rite of passage for young girls becoming women. Daisy, you are going through an accelerated puberty, let me show you how to put them on."
"Wait Rose I'm still trapped in my patty girdle and can't get out. We need to remove it first I believe."
Rose laughed to herself and thought; 'He's learning. Tonight he gets his first lesson in hand washing delicates. Before I'm done with this loving man, I am going to get him in a nice evening dress, garter belt, fishnets, and stilettos. I will turn him into the best damn wife any woman could have.'
Under close scrutiny, Jack struggled out of the girdle and was handed a pair of cotton gloves that Rose retrieved from her stocking drawer. Rose patently explained, "Always wear gloves before grabbing the hose or tights. They will protect the nylons from your nails and jewelry. When you put on the pantyhose, first hold one of the legs in your hand with your thumbs on the inside. Rollup the hose starting from hip to so that only the foot hangs down. Put your toes, then your foot into the leg. Curling your toes will help avoid snags from your toenails, then gently roll or pull up the leg of the hose onto your leg. Do the same with the other pantyhose leg. This will minimize snags. Then stand up and pull up the torso part. Make sure you alternate pulling up each leg, carefully, a little at a time."
Jack did as he was told. Once the hose were up, he secured them in place at his waist. He tucked his man parts back into place and smoothed his dress back down. Then he ran my hands over his legs, slowly caressing each one.
Jack thought it was a magical feeling. Rose watched with a beguiling smile, despite the tuck a bulge reappeared in his crotch, Rose knew she had him. To reinforce his positive feelings Rose lavishly complimented Jack on the sexy appearance of his legs.
Sitting on the end of the bed with his shoes placed on the floor directly before him, Jack tried to casually slide his foot into them. Jack tried unsuccessfully to get his toes 'around the corner' as he put it.
"Jackie, come sit at my vanity chair I will help. These slippers are Cinderella tested. They will make you feel like a fairy."
Chocking on her small gaff Rose continued "I... mean a fairy princess."
Moving from the bed to the chair at the vanity was a smart move. Once Jack sat in a proper chair, Rose knelt at his feet. With a touch of baby power, Rose slid his manly feet into the shoes. Rose buckled the straps, and ensured they were securely fastened. Once she finished Jack immediately stood up in the tendon-stretching shoes, and nearly pitched over forward. He sat back down totally embarrassed. Jack stood again, this time Rose held out her hand to aid him in standing. Jack commented to Rose the shoes felt extremely clumsy.
Her unsympathetic response was, "Jack, we will get you a pair of sleek stilettos later, but let's start with the clunky heel until you can lean to navigate in heels. Expect your first steps to be a little awkward, after a short time you will be walking taller and more serene in heels. Consider these your training wheels until you acquire the confidence to solo in something more dramatic. Indeed, all heels naturally re-align the body into a more feminine shape by shifting the weight onto the balls of the feet and pushing the buttocks slightly out. You must remember that your bearing creates the first impression. Jack my goal is to teach you to walk with catwalk confidence."
Jack felt the subtle changes, the reshaping of his legs, thighs and tummy. Flushed with the success of standing Jack tried a single step, and stumbled.
Rose sat Jack back down and lectured, "Dear, you are trying to rush this thing, the first step in learning how to wear high heels is to just stand on them. That way you can work on balancing on your feet when you are not moving. Believe it or not, at times it is harder to stand in heels than it is to walk in them because you can shift your weight back and forth from a walking motion. When you are standing, you have to learn how to balance your weight on both feet. When standing for any length of time put your weight on one leg and thrust your hip out. Use your whole foot and do not try to stay on the ball of the foot. What is important is never lock your knees. You can become lightheaded and we would not want to happen. So the first step to learning how to walk in high heels is to learn how to balance in them by just standing still."
Rose was as excited as a child on Christmas morning. She helped Jack to his feet. Jack complained to Rose the shoes pinched his feet. After only 15 minutes, Jack complained his toes had gone numb. Rose went to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom and returned with a glass of water and an ibuprofen and told Jack the anti-inflammatory ingredients would help reduce the swelling in his feet.
Jack bent over as best he could and fiddled with the straps on his heels. He stood and said, "Oh lord have mercy on my feet."
Rose said in an encouraging manner, "Once they stretch out a bit you will love them, trust me on that."
Jack brushed the hair out of his eyes so he could see and peeked into the mirror and thought, 'The shoes are pure agony, but they do wonders for my legs. Would it be so bad if I came to like them?'
"Daisy Belle we are going to start your adventure in high heels by having you just stand in them. This will teach you to balance with your weight distributed on your toes. Practice your posture, throw your shoulders back, and push your pelvis slightly forward. Create the illusion you're leaning back a little, rather than hunching forward. Concentrating on not letting your ankles go all wobbly. It will help you become accustom to a new center of balance. Keep shifting your weight from one foot to the other. Just don't lock your knees. No walking until standing in them becomes natural."
For almost a ten minutes Jack stood erect in his new footwear. Rose constructively advised, "Walk across the room. Stand up straight with your shoulders back. Walk heel to toe with small steps and strides. Remember women walk slower and more graceful than men, think of a slowly flowing stream. Your head must not move, keep it still as you walk. Train yourself to place the heel of the foot down first, then your toes, keep most of your weight balanced on the ball of your foot rather than on the heel. It may feel strange, but keeping much of your weight on the ball of the foot gives you more of an elegant stride. It's almost like walking on your tippy-toes.
"We'll practice as often as possible until you can walk with confidence. Keep legs, feet and knees as close together as you can. Start by taking steps half as long as you would normally. This will be terribly awkward to begin with however over time it will become second nature. Imagine a white line projecting from your position to your destination. Concentrate on stepping on that line. This will produce a womanly wiggle to your hips without having to force it. We don't want a duck walk, so toes should face forward. Your footprints should form a single line. When done quickly, this gives the body that characteristic swing. Make your stride look long and commanding by lifting your lead leg almost in the same fashion a horse would while doing trotting leg extensions. For each stride, you want to lift your foot a good distance off the ground, with a bend in the knee and then place it down in front of the supporting leg. Don't make your strides too large as this will make you look awkward and ungraceful. However avoid taking just baby steps. Remember to swing your hips."
His first steps were tentative and a tad unstable. Jack walked a little bowlegged until he grew confidence. The next half hour was spent strolling about the bedroom in heels.
Jack's dancing background soon became apparent, once he stopped thinking about each movement and let his natural gracefulness takeover he had the walk down like he had been doing it his entire life. He wasn't ready for the catwalk, but he strutted in heels better than most housewives' and his posture was superb.
Satisfied with his progress Rose decided to up the ante. She had Jack swap out his Daisy dress for a cream lace puff sleeve blouse and a solid black casual full length long skirt with an elastic waistband.
"We'll practice here for a few more minutes then we will go down to the living room. You must also learn how to gracefully navigate stairs in a skirt and heels."
The daunting task of stairs caused Jack to pause at the door. Rose crept up behind him and with a quick goose in the butt got him into the hall.
Reaching the top of the staircase first, Rose preceded Jack down and lectured, "Remember that you have to plant your heel and sole on each step of the staircase. Use the handrail for support this first time, or if you must sidestep down."
On the way down the stairs, Rose continued to tutor, "Footwear is a very important part of the personality of any woman. You need to be comfortable while walking in heels. That will come only through practice."
She was on the second to last step when a gasp from Jack made her glance up the stairwell. Jack had clumsily traversed the first two steps, his head down to watch each step and his hands holding his skirt out of the way. As his foot moved toward the third step his long bangs fell across his face momentarily blinding him. Caught off balance and disorientated his foot had apparently tangled in his skirts and he was now teetering precariously.
Rose started up the steps even as Jack wildly flailed his arms reaching for something to save himself. Rose was just in time to catch Jack as he tumbled forward. Grunting under the impact, Rose stumbled back, her foot coming down on nothing but air. Crying out in alarm now herself, Rose braced herself as best she could, they both crashed to the floor, Rose on the bottom, with Jack landing on top.
Jack rolled off Rose and said with concern, "Thanks for catching me. Are you alright, there's a nasty lump under your eye?"
"I'm fine, you clumsy fool." An obviously perturbed Rose murmured with a grimace.
Jack thought, 'She is going to have a hell of a shiner in the morning.'
Rose went to stand and immediately fell back to the floor with a badly sprained ankle. Jack helped her to the divan.
Jack collapsed dejectedly next to her with his head down. Rose gently lifted his chin up with her hand until he was looking into her eyes. Rose instructed, "Remember your posture Daisy Belle."
As she sweetly stroked his cheek she continued, "I want you to know you are not in this alone. As your helpmate, we will ride tandem along your journey on the Estrogen Highway. I'm going to be with you every inch of the way. I promise I will catch you every time you fall."
Jack looked up at his wife and said, "What now?"
"I'm afraid this ankle needs to be seen by a doctor. You'll have to take me to the emergency room."
Jack thought about the way he was dressed and said, "There's no fucking way I'm going out looking like this. You sit right there and I'll call 911."
An ambulance arrived shortly thereafter, between the bump on the head and the possibly broken ankle it was decided to transport Rose to the hospital. Jack hid in the kitchen. Once they were gone he made his way to their bedroom and tried to lose all signs of femininity. He arrived at the hospital just as Rose was being discharged. Jack went to great his wife when he was intercepted by two burly policemen.
"Who are you sir?" They asked.
"I'm her husband."
"Great, we need to talk to. It's a requirement in all suspected spousal abuse cases. We're sure you understand."
For the next 30 minutes the police grilled Jack. They eventually agreed to release his wife to his care, after giving Rose a hotline number to call if she had any more problems.
Arriving home Jack assisted his wife to their bedroom. A bemused Rose withdrew two sets of lingerie slipped on a short pink teddy and handed a sexy lime green sheer chiffon nightgown, with matching panties for Jack to.
Jack took one look at the lingerie and tried to redeem a bit of his masculinity, "Come on darling. This is all going a too far, like I am going to wear that!"
As Rose slipped beneath the sheets, she once again pleaded "I will make you a deal, Tootsie, wear the nightgown for me, and I will give you a night to remember, that's a promise."
Jack responded with "I would rather sleep on the couch."
So he did.
First thing in the morning Steve sought out Fred and handed him a police report. "It's almost as if we had planned it. This is a police report investigating our pigeon for beating his wife. If only he had been caught in drag it would have been perfect."
"Beauty, to me, is about being comfortable in your own skin. That or a kick-ass red lipstick." Gwyneth Paltrow
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A NOTE REGARDING THIS STORY.
This is a fictional chronicle of a normal hardworking guy named Jack. The federal government made him an offer he couldn't refuse. All they asked was for Jack to go undercover to help the U.S. Government ensnare a terrorist.
Any resemblance of the characters depicted in the story to actual individuals is coincidental. All events are the sole responsibility of the author. None of the scenes in this story depict minors engaged in any sexual encounter.
This story has been previously posted on other sites. It is being posted here with a strong rewrite; some new chapters have been added. I had my BFF Monica Rose edit the material so it should be more readable. Marina
Marina: [email protected]
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Chapter 5. The Key to Success is Practice.
The harder one works, the luckier he becomes.
Jack stormed off to the couch; he wasn't experienced enough to remove his makeup, figuring he'd do it in the morning. He threw himself onto the divan and tried to go to sleep. Sleep eluded him as he spent a restless night tossing and turning, never really getting comfortable.
He had finally managed to fall into a deep slumber when the warmth on his face told him it was morning. Jack's cracked opened one sleep-blurred eye. Bright sunlight streamed into the window and confirmed that dawn had come. He sat up and felt weak and dizzy, as if he had overindulged last night.
Jack wiped the sleep from his eyes. He noticed the throw pillow he had used was now redecorated in the residue of his war paint. He turned the stained part down, unwilling to deal with that issue now. He stumbled into the bedroom to get dressed for work and check on his wife. Rose was lounging in the bed, sipping on a cup of coffee. Jack had to squint to make out the time on the clock.
"Rose we're going to be late."
"No dear, I've already called the office and taken another personal day off for both of us. We have an entire day to work on developing your girlie side. Take a shower and for God's sake get that gunk off your face. We'll start with another makeup tutorial."
Despite his lack of enthusiasm, Rose had Jack in a dress, girdle, bra, panties, heels and makeup from sunrise to sunset, critiquing and correcting his every gaffe.
Again he refused to wear a night gown so he returned to his living room sofa. Awaking the next morning Jack stood up from his couch bed and was very surprised to feel his legs, ass and back extremely tired from the extended amount of time spent in heels the day before.
Returning to his male persona, Jack checked closely to ensure his makeup was gone. He grumpily got dressed for work.
Rose had a real beauty of a black eye; even her makeup skills couldn't hide it. As Jack and Rose parted company on the elevator, Rose made a speech. She pitched her voice so that it came across as tired and disappointed, intended to appeal to Jack's sense of guilt. "Jack, I am exhausted from fighting you. You promised me you would give this thing your best effort. That's not what I've seen so far. Either you are a man of your word or not. The decision is yours."
Jack spent a good portion of his day pondering what Rose had said and what he had agreed to do. He was perceptive enough to realize he was upsetting Rose. So arriving home that night, he went up to her and said, "Rose, I'm sorry for the way I have been acting. Could you make this wild flower bloom, please? If I am going to do this, I really need your help."
Rose was exuberant, however reluctant to show her true feelings, so she responded, "I don't know Jack. You have been a royal pain, but since you asked so nicely I'll try again. Go, take a bath, soak in my bath oils, I'll come and check on you in a few minutes."
As Jack left for the bath, a satisfied Rose handed him a small box tied up with a large pink bow. Rose stood aside, and waited with a barely concealed eagerness as Jack opened his present. Jack stared in the box with confused doe-eyes. He finally pulled out a pair of My Little Mermaid Panties. Rose gave a wolf whistle and gleefully laughed at the whimsy of her gift. "Daisy, every girl's first pair of big girl panties should be memorable. I spent all day searching for these, aren't they just precious? Put them on, they'll be a little small, after all most 20 something woman aren't into My Little Mermaid. Now squeeze into them so I can lace up your corset. I consulted with a corsetiere; and gave him all your measurements to get it just right."
"Give me a break Rose, panties and a corset; can't we ease into this thing?"
"This is just for starters; this one is a sample he had in stock. I have ordered several more, each getting progressively smaller, in no time at all you have a true Elizabethan figure.
"Honey, everyone knows its worse to slowly ease into cold water. The best way is to just dive in head first and get it over worth. Now put these on, I'll tie you in."
Rose followed Jack and stood like a sentry over him as he did what he was told. After just a token tightening of the corset, Jack thought the worst was over. Boy was he in for a surprise. Rose switched to her authoritative voice and said, "That's a good start put on the outfit hanging in my closet."
"Be sure to fill the bra with the breast forms on the dresser. I got D cups, so we can share bras. Next to them, you'll find another gift. When I was shopping for your outfits I discovered the perfect coming out present for my girlfriend. It's a perfume named 'Daisy.' It is marketed as 'A fragrance for a woman'. I think it smells of a meadow full of wildflowers. It's as if the perfumer created this scent with you in mind. After you get dressed put some on before you come back out for your Grand Entrance."
With a smile on her face Rose said, "I'll be in the living room and fix us both a drink. I'm having scotch, would like some or will you have wine, it's much more lady like, but the decision is yours.
To stop your persistent whining about cramped feet, I have placed several pairs of what can euphemistically be called sensible shoes in your closet. They aren't stylistic footwear, nevertheless they are all W's in your size. Pick out a pair you think will best go with your dress."
Jack said reluctantly, "Getting me drunk isn't going to change who I am you know."
"Well duh! I'm not trying to change who you are. I just want you to be that wonderful person that you are underneath all the self doubt. I've seen your awesomeness from time to time when you aren't trying so hard to be mister macho man. Now put on your pretty ensemble and join me for that drink, you know how I hate to drink alone."
She managed to mute her smile slightly and instructed, "I want you to try your hand at applying your own makeup. Don't forget to tuck your little man and marbles like I showed you. We don't want any unsightly bulges showing in your cute dress."
With a groan on his lips, Jack agreed to his wife's orders, his member wasn't going to be a problem it immediately flat-lined and was easily tucked out of sight. An hour later, Rose was working on her third glass of Scotch; she paced impatiently in the living room waiting on her husband. His appearance was anticlimactic, he had tried his best but the results were less than satisfactory. In fact they were almost amateurish. His outfit turned out to be a leopard print dress, dark tights and white heels. Rose laughed so hard she had tears in her eyes. Her fantasies were shattered. At that moment the enormity of her task struck home. Jack's transformation was going to take a lot of hard work, left to his own devices, he looked ridiculous.
A despondent Jack became upset at Rose's laughter, "Damn it Rose. I am only doing this for you, and you ridicule me, that really hurt my feelings."
Rose gasping for breath managed to squeak out, "Darling. I am sorry if I hurt your feelings, I suspect you have tried your best. The nuances and subtleties of being a woman will take a lot of dedication and hard work. Learning to walk gracefully in high heels and a dress is essential to maximizing your feminine persona. They make you look taller, more slender, and give your outfit instant glamour. It influences how you look physically and your confidence. I was asked to turn you into an eloquent looking woman, however watching your galumphing first steps I was reminded more of Igor, being chased by a crowd of villagers with pitchforks and torches. We will work on it, it will just take longer than I first suspected."
Enjoying her silliness, Rose said, "Let Dr. Frankenstein escort you back to my laboratory. Your efforts are laudable; it shows you were paying attention. I will demonstrate how to do your makeup so you don't scare small children. The objective is to see if we can work out a look where from ten feet away you don't seem to be wearing any makeup. We don't want to produce a Plane Jane. I want my Daisy to look healthy, and sexy, just not smutty. When I get done you are going to be flat out amazed."
Thirty minutes later with a flourish, Rose capped the lipstick that had been her final tool and stood back. "Yessss," she exclaimed in celebration.
"You now look just scrumptious. We could go out right now and as long as you didn't speak no one would have a clue you're a man underneath. I spent a long time selecting the best shade for your lips. I had my doubts but tart red is a good color on you."
"Why's it so important that I look like an actual woman? I thought my target likes female impersonators."
"Jack, I won't have you looking like a caricature of a woman, or worse yet, a drag queen. That would mock women. If we are going to do this, you are going to develop a convincing classy feminine persona, with just a touch of sassy thrown in for good measure."
Jack smacked his lips flamboyantly, laughing as he puckered up to kiss his bride. "I wonder if this stuff, ah…. wears off."
"The tube says Everlasting, so if it does, take the issue up with the manufacture." she cooed softly and made no effort to escape his loving embrace, except to push him to his knees where he could demonstrate his greatest talent.
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An orgasm later, she asked her kneeling husband, "So, do you like your new look?"
"In all honesty, the smell and taste of the lipstick is intoxicating. The blending of lipstick and your strong musky juices are hypnotic. If I wasn't careful, it could become addicting. However, I have no intention of letting it get that far!"
"Do I get a vote?" Joked Rose as she hugged her husband so hard he could hardly breathe.
A very self-satisfied Rose announced, "Tomorrow, we are going to turn this whole thing around. No more haphazardly jumping from here to there. You know how you eat an elephant, don't you? You devour it one bite at a time. Organizational skills are my specialty, so I am going to attack this problem in a detailed systematic manner. The keys are plan, prepare, execute and then evaluate. When I am done with you, you are going to be able to run for Homecoming Queen."
Running her hand over Jack's body Rose declared, "It's time for another bath. We will start that deforestation project. Take a nice long soak in my lavender bath oils. I will join you shortly."
Twenty minutes later, Jack stood in the tub. Rose stopped him from leaving, "Honey that's only the beginning. Alright, now please remain perfectly still for me. It's time for some fun."
Rose retrieved a bottle of baby oil and a new razor and a curious Jack arched an eyebrow in a form of wonderment. In response to the unspoken question, Rose informed Jack, "No more shaving cream for you, it dries out the skin."
Rose slathered the oil over Jack's entire body spending an inordinate amount of time massaging it in and around his genitals. Meticulously with the razor, she eliminated every trace of hair, from his back, arms, chest, underarms, and legs. Then the only thing left was the pubes. As she got to Jack's crotch, with a wicked smile she looked up and questioned, "Brazilin, or bald? You choose Daisy Bell."
An astonished Jack had no idea what she was talking about, so he stood mute.
Rose snickered and said, "Fine bald it is."
To get little Jackie out of the way, Rose copiously coated her hand in more oil and proceeded to massage it in and around his manhood, with her hands awash in the oil, one hand lovingly cupped his balls and lightly massaged the oil in. Her other was used to coat his penis with large quantities. Rose lightly pumped his prick in one hand while the other concentrated on his scrotum and surrounding territories. Casually, as if by mistake her hand drifted toward his rectum. While stroking his prick Rose slid one finger to his pucker hole, and lightly coated it with the oil. Jack stiffened at that, so Rose concentrated more vigorously on his woody. While he was distracted Rose continued to lubricate the area around his rosebud.
Jack sighed contentedly. Rose laughed while she probed his anus with just the tip of her index finger, and said, "Not so stoic now, are we? If you enjoy that, I have this glorious strap-on dildo left over from my single days called the Magnificent Sultan. Would you be interested in trying him out?"
"Rose, please stop fucking with my head!"
Rose comically replied, "Jack you've got it all wrong. It's not your head I want to fuck."
Rose had him turn around and spread his ass cheeks. She proceeded to shave the hair around and leading to his anus. Then she grabbed the skin on his ball sack and pulled it taut, so she could shave it. When she was finished Jack had never felt so exposed and vulnerable in his life.
"Rose, why did you completely de…de-thatch me? You aren't like that down there."
"Jack, at times you infuriate me. Indecision has always been your Achilles' heel. I gave you the choice, you didn't answer. Like you always do, you left the decision to me, so I selected for you. Sometimes dear, you need to just man up and stop being so damn accommodating!"
Her eyes crinkled with glee, Rose smirked and stood back to examine her nude husband and said, "Jack my dear; I am afraid your face is still way too masculine. No offense intended. We must take advantage of that fact you don't have the manliest physique. We'll need to draw attention away from your face by enhancing your body-shape into a glamorous femme figure. The hip, fanny, waist area and of course the bust will have to be greatly accentuated. I am terribly sorry dear, as of right now you must start a rigid course of corset training."
"You lost me. What is corset training?"
"Corset training or more comely called 'Waist training' is the gradual process of waist reduction using a steel boned corset. Tight-lacing of a corset was a practice made popular in Victorian times. It died out for a while; but has made something of a comeback in recent years. Wearing a tight-lacing corset can radically reduce the waist. Furthermore, the wearing of a corset whilst undertaking a healthy diet helps reduce food volume intake by constricting the internal organs thus helping promote the healthier practice of smaller meals.
Tight-lacing as a means of permanent waist-reduction and re-shaping is a practice requiring discipline and is best achieved when using a traditional steel-boned corset, in combination with eating only a healthy low calorie diet and regular strenuous exercise."
Thus my clueless husband every day, all day, except bath time you will be wearing a corset. We will start right now and remember that from a woman's viewpoint, the curves are nice to have however the pressure and restrictiveness of the corset aren't fun to cope with. You will never be at ease in one. Nevertheless I wouldn't want it so tight you are distressed."
At Jack's grimace she said, "Oh, stop with the sour puss, most of the stories you have heard about corsets are hogwash. I understand your reluctance to wear one. Myths about them said they are uncomfortable and perhaps even a subversive garment. That may have been true in the 19th century, but not today. Give it a try before your throw a hissy fit. A good corset should be comfortable to wear, while at the same time fulfilling the basic requirement of training, molding, and shaping your figure. Corsets are not punishments. They will simply ensure a stately posture and, with gradual adjustments, will even reshape your internal organs.
It isn't all good news; there are some drawbacks, no more bending at the waist. Rather you will learn to use your knees and hips. Wearing a corset day and night is the fastest way to both mentally and physically condition you. I guarantee you will even come to welcome the security of its tight hug."
Starting with the under bust corset, Rose airily chuckled as she kept pulling the laces tighter. "Daisy sweetheart, us girls have to suffer a little to look pretty and the corset training is, by its nature and intended outcome, a labor of love. Without commitment, all efforts will fail. We will start you out slow, then every week we will squeeze it in another inch, that way your body can adjust. After a few months, you will have that perfect wasp waist every girl dreams about. We will add padding where needed later."
Jack wheezed as the corset was tightened yet again. "Rose, you're the spawn of the devil. Any tighter and you'll crack my ribs."
Rose was momentarily concerned by the nasty taunt, but a glance at Jack's face told her that all surliness had been dissolved by the smile on her husband's face.
"That is theatrically possible, though the pain it would cause would be brutal, not just uncomfortable. This will merely give you a Victorian silhouette and cause you to breathe with your upper torso. That is what produces those lovely heaving breasts. I think you'll find standing more comfortable than sitting as your body adjusts to its new shape. Dear, a corset will be an essential item of your wardrobe for the foreseeable future. Suck it up."
Jack's smile quickly turned to a gasp as Rose yanked on the ties yet again and said, "Ahh, now that's better. I think we're done for now!"
He dipped into a curtsy with the grace of a longshoreman and Jack whimsically responded, "Why thank you mistress of misery."
"You're quite welcome young lady now let's go to bed. Your nightgown is on the floor right where you threw it. I am sure you are going to enjoy the feel of the silk against your exposed skin. I have some fun planned for my new girlfriend."
Flouncing around waving his hands in the air, and using a high squeaky falsetto voice Jack sarcastically responded, "Oh goodie, my first slumber party, and it's a sleepover!"
In response to his cynicism Rose countered with, "All right Daisy Bell, for that outburst no dessert for you tonight, it's straight to bed young lady."
Jack replied, "No dessert, I guess I will just have to be content with appetizers!" He swept Rose into his arms and gently carried her to their bed. He knelt and then spent the next half-hour feasting on the nectar from her pleasure garden.
The only comments Jack received from Rose were, "Ooooh, that's it baby, that's the spot, do that again, and again, and again."
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Boot Camp
The next morning, boot camp began. Rose awoke Jack by a very gentle kiss on the lips. Jack had spent the night dreaming of being free of the tyranny of those stays compressing his midsection. Rose surprised Jack by giving him a printed training schedule.
Rose beamed with pride, "I have been up for hours working on this. I'll keep one posted on the refrigerator so there is no mystery of what is expected of you."
She handed the papers and a pen to Jack who scanned the document and was incredulous. "My God Rose, this is a cross between football preseason and Marine boot camp."
"Just sign the damn thing. For Pete's sake it's not the Magna Carta, it just formalizes your pledge to participate in my training regimen. Let's go over the list to eliminate any confusion. In all seriousness, there is no Aladdin waiting with his genie and magic lamp. You've volunteered to undertake a task that is fraught with danger. Only hard work and dedication will get you through this escapade. The perspiration will be all yours and remember that ladies don't sweat, they glow. I have taken the onus for your education. It's a responsibility that I take seriously. Jack, we are a team. Teaching you to be all the woman you can be is strictly a labor of love. You can only be successful if I succeed and vice-versa. I am optimistic about the eventual outcome. I am convinced there will be a happily ever after for us.
"Now for your training, as I pledged, you will perspire, buckets of it before we are done. I take my promises very seriously! 5 AM is reveille."
"OMG, you're serious, the sun isn't even up at that hour."
"Yes Jack, deadly serious! I have allotted 30 minutes for personal hygiene and dressing - followed by a full hour of physical exercise. We are going to start with Yoga classes later we'll work in aerobics."
"After a quick shower and breakfast, we'll drive to work. I'm combining your lunch with a study hall."
"What the devil do you mean by study hall?"
"Well dear, there are only so many hours in the day. I don't believe we can waste an hour a day letting you goof off. I'll give you a reading assignment every day. You can eat lunch at your desk and study at the same time. After commuting home, you will take a nice soaking bath, where you will shave as required."
"Shaving! I thought I would do that in the morning?"
"Yes Jack, the morning is for your face. At night, we'll shave the rest of your body.
"Of course you must keep up on your culinary skills; therefore from this day forward you will prepare all meals and do the entire cleanup. No more sharing kitchen responsibilities. During dinner, I will coach you on how to eat like a lady. No more gulping large mouthfuls. After cleanup, we will take a break for a cigarette and drink."
"Rose, you know I don't smoke."
"My dear you will, by the time I get done with you. You'll also develop a taste for Vodka. We will follow that with poise and grace lessons. Save the questions. We are talking about teaching you to walk gracefully, stand, sit, and gesture in a feminine manner. Next will be makeup class. Then skin care followed by bedroom recreation. If you have to ask about that we won't be doing it right."
That next morning despite her warning, Jack was surprised that Rose awoke him at 4:55 AM with a kiss on the lips. "What the hell woman, it's still dark out."
"Get out of bed now you lazy bum, our time is limited. We can't afford to waste it sleeping."
"Rose, you'd think I just joined the army."
Laughing, Rose responded, "By the time I am through, you'll wish you had joined the army. Jack, this is serious business. You are about to go on a mission that could cost you your life, and me a husband! I have no intentions of becoming a widow. If it happens, it won't be because you weren't prepared. You have my word on that. Now let's start your training.
"Come on, you have 15 minutes to shit, shower, and shave. This morning for exercise we will start with some basic yoga."
"Rose, what kind of exercise do I need to be a man in a skirt? I am not storming Mt. Suribachi."
"Well darling, your exercise has three goals, obviously it will assist in weight loss, secondly it will improve your flexibility, and lastly we want to significantly improve your gracefulness. I'm going to try and teach you to be as poised as a fashion model. We will be alternating between yoga and dance aerobics. Now any more dumb blonde questions before we get started?"
After a breakfast of dry toast, and coffee the two commuted to work.
On the drive, Rose gave Jack his study assignment, which was 'the proper selection and application of lipstick'.
Rose reiterated, "During your lunch, that will consist of only yogurt, no more sneaking off for a burger and fries. Any breaks during the day, you will go over your study lesson. At night, you will be tested, 'Woe be unto you' if you fail your nightly quiz."
After an uneventful day at work Jack was stripped of his male attire and ushered into a nice hot bath soaking in fragrant oils. Rose guaranteed Jack would eventually develop the skin of a beauty contestant.
At dinner Rose fed Jack what she decreed were to be his daily herbal supplements of Fenugreek, Red Clover and Saw Palmetto. After cleanup, the two girls sat down for their nightly smoke and drink break. Rose had brought home a carton of cigarettes and several bottles of different brands of Vodka. Taking his first cigarette, Jack was appalled, "Yuk, that's it Rose you've gone too far. I don't want to smoke, so I won't do it."
"Jack, listen to me. Both the drinking and smoking are critical components of your new persona, as Daisy Bell. The government man explained it all to me. Your target does both and so if you are ever invited, you must be prepared to join him in a smoke and a friendly drink.
Now I'm running out of patience with all of your grumblings." Rose picked up a pair of tweezers and plucked several hairs from his brows. Jack let out a girly yelp, to which Rose responded, "Sheez, pipe down you big baby. Daisy Bell, you must do whatever I tell you or this will be the consequence every time you delay or complain!"
"Rose you are either a sadist or psycho!"
Satanically Rose leaned over with the tweezers and said, "I am a sadist, pluck, I am a psycho, pluck. Should I keep going Daisy?"
Rose paused and laughed. "Jack this reminds me of my childhood when I would pluck the pedals from a daisy to determine if my latest boyfriend loved me or not. When the last hair is gone, I guess we will know my true nature."
"All right Rose, you win. I'll keep my future observations to myself."
Rose directed Jack into the parlor for his deportment lesson. Rose announced, "By the time we are through, you will find high heels as familiar and comfortable as a pair of sneakers. That's my pledge to you. Darling, poise refers to a whole host of activities, not only how she walks. It involves the way a lady carries herself, her carriage. How she moves, sits, gestures with her hands, and inclines her head, the total of all her mannerisms. If you are serious about creating a feminine illusion, then deportment is the cornerstone."
Going into her professorial mode, Rose lectured Jack, "We will start with some very basics on how to walk with good posture and gracefulness. Stand up straight with your shoulders back, with your corset that shouldn't be hard. Walk heel to toe with small steps and strides. Remember women walk slower and more graceful than men so try to think of a slowly flowing stream. Your head must not move, keep it still as you walk. Train yourself to place the heel of the foot down first, then your toes, keep most of your weight balanced on the ball of your foot rather than on the heel. It may feel strange, but keeping much of your weight on the ball of the foot gives you more of an elegant stride. It's almost like walking on your tippy-toes. The way ballerinas do, but more natural. We will practice as often as possible until you can walk with confidence."
That night, during bedroom recreation, Jack did a particularly good job of orally satisfying his wife. After several orgasms Rose managed to say, "Thanks lover boy, please stop I can't take anymore tonight!"
Jack stared lovingly up from between Rose's legs. He licked her residue off his lips and said "Rose I adore you. I would do anything for you!"
"Jack you are so sweet, I swear I am going to develop diabetes."
The next morning Rose again pushed Jack through his morning exercises. Rose tightened his new waist cincher and measured his tummy. Unsatisfied, she adjusted it tighter twice before she was happy with his dimensions and sent him off to work.
Returning home that evening Jack was allowed to remove the accursed corset and had another soaking bath. In which he pointed out to Rose the red marks caused by his corset. Rose looked them over and was not concerned.
Meals were to become a monotonous experience for Jack. Nothing except dry toast and coffee for breakfast, a container of yogurt for lunch, then the big treat dinner was baked fish alternating with tofu turkey, always accompanied by fresh vegetables and a salad.
One evening, Jack headed to the kitchen to make dinner. Rose stopped him. "Jack you have been doing such a marvelous job. Take the night off, I'll make supper tonight. Go pour each of us a glass of wine. Just sit, I'll serve dinner when it's ready."
Making the meal Rose easily slipped his daily valium tablet into the food. He had been on a steady diet since day one. Rose placed only a green salad in front of a starving Jack, lecturing, "Remember dainty", don't pour large quantities of dressing on the salad. Simply dip your empty fork in the dressing then spear a small bit of lettuce. Drag the food off the fork with your teeth, not the lips, which will help preserve the lipstick. Then put the fork down and chew. The wine is drunk in tiny sips only."
Later while they were taste testing the different vodkas, Rose started Jack's formal feminine fashion education. They talked for an hour about the extras that make an outfit. Jack learned how mixing and matching earrings, scarves, belts, necklaces, and purses can completely change an outfit.
Rose was finishing her second double vodka and Jack was coughing his way through another cigarette when Rose brought out Jack's outfit for the nights' training.
"Daisy, from this moment on, anytime you are in my house you will comport yourself as a lady. Anything less will be dealt with harshly!"
Rose tightened Jack's corset for the nights' lesson. She said, "Now with your new figure I am going to let you wear my favorite outfit. It's a lovely silver-gray soft silk blouse with a high neck and long flowing sleeves. Complemented by a tight fitting black skirt that comes to just above the knees."
To prove her point about accessories, Rose added a wide leather belt with a large square buckle, pearl clip on earrings and a black shoulder bag purse. Then Rose handed Jack a shoe box. Looking inside Jack found black patent leather sandals with a two inch heel and open toe. Putting the shoe on Rose had to assist in buckling the large ankle strap. By now Jack was doing his own makeup and thought that he and gotten fairly good at presenting himself as a woman.
With the aid of an alcohol haze Rose seemed to momentarily forget it was her husband sharing the table. That night Rose chatted about what things were like when she was growing up, the boys she dated, her first sexual awakens at 15, the usual girlfriend stuff - certainly not husband and wife banter! Jack had nothing to contribute but he was nevertheless enthralled by his wife's revelations.
Properly costumed the couple retired to the living room for an hour of decorum training. "Daisy, remember when walking as a woman always look straight forward. Don't look down at your feet. Focus on an object straight ahead of you. Keep your chin and your eyes up. Keep your head and shoulders still as your body moves. Glide like an ice skater. Remember women's shoulders stay still when walking. The best way to accomplish that is to try and pull your shoulders blades together. If you stop the shoulders moving you will find the rest of your walk will look and feel a lot more feminine. By keeping shoulders still you'll make your hips sway when striding. When practicing, exaggerate the hip swing from side to side. Jack, you can always calm it down later just make sure you practice in an exaggerated fashion so you know what it looks and feels like. Deliberately over-emphasize your hips' undulation. Shoulders are always back. Watch your arm swing, woman's arms swing more from her elbows down.
When standing, don't forget the principles you used in walking. It's very important to retain your new improved posture. Remember, chest out and shoulders back; turn your palms outward in an open position, this helps keep the shoulders squared. Stand with arms close to the body. Your right foot should point straight ahead as if towards the 12 on a clock and then the left foot pointing to the 10. Slowly shift all the weight to the left foot while at the same time slightly bending the knee of the right foot. This is a much more relaxed and feminine stance than a male stance."
An hour and 300 hundred expletive filled corrections later, Rose continued, "Jack that's enough for tonight. It's time to move on to makeup."
Deportment training was a cakewalk compared to the makeup instruction. Jack found mascara a little challenging; eye shadow was fairly simple although the proper application of liquid eyeliner was far outside his competence. He painted it on a dozen times and removed it an equal number. Each attempt ended up looking garish. Jack, who hated failing at anything, was left frustrated and even a little ashamed. Finally, in exasperation he complained he just couldn't get this makeup thing.
"Rose give me a break, we've had this discussion before. Let me use the eyeliner pencil, I can handle that."
The night ended in a tense truce as Rose explained how liquid liner was used when you wanted a more dramatic effect. She demonstrated one more time how to apply it.
Thursday night, Jack had become frustrated yet again, it was the fourth time he had tried the liquid eyeliner. His latest attempt resulted like the preceding ones in total disaster, with him looking cartoonish. He turned to Rose and said "That's it. I just can't get it."
Jack waited for the expect blowup. Rose surprisingly said "Fine lets go to bed, I really need you tonight."
Exuberant at his good luck; Jack assumed his customary position with his head buried between Rose's thighs. 30 minutes and several climaxes later, her lust satisfied Rose became very detached and almost clinical. She pushed Jack away and said "Thanks. I'm tired let's go to sleep."
Jack stood and in wonderment asked, "What about me?"
Rose stuck her head from under the covers and pointed to the bathroom, "Be a good boy and go take a cold shower. Your little mischief-maker won't be coming out to play anytime soon. I need my beauty rest. Besides, I hear celibacy is good for the character."
A frustrated Jack climbed into bed and laid there, horny and desperate for relief. Rose slept satisfied and contented next to him. Night after night he serviced Rose until she was satisfied. Jack quickly learned cold showers were to be the norm for him. Rose was certainly a hard task master. His needs or wants were never discussed.
Friday evening when it was time for his cosmetology lesson, she sat him down for a talk. "Jack, my dear, I am sadly disappointed in you. Your efforts so far have been uninspiring and sometimes downright lazy. If you can't take a little pressure, then it's on you, not me. Now you need to toughen up and put forth a better effort."
Rose handed Jack a pile of papers with instructions to sign the last page and not to forget to include the tuition check. Flabbergasted Jack started down at an enrollment form by the name of Daisy Sokolov for Kimberly Ann's Beauty Institute and Tattoo Parlor.
A jocular Rose said, "Well darling we seem to have three options. On the one hand, we can send you to cosmetology school. Or as an alternative, we can go to my beauty salon and have permanent makeup applied. Or you can get back to practicing! Here is a new container of waterproof liquid eyeliner. Let me know what you decide."
The days all ran together and then, finally, it was Saturday. Jack awoke and thought, 'Thank goodness for weekends'. Rose returned from the bathroom and found Jack still lounging in bed. She declared, "Here honey, let me help you get dressed. We will start with tightening your corset; you have a full day of cleaning ahead of you."
"C'mon darling", Jack said "This is all going a bit far. A joke's a joke! Why can't we just say you've had your little laugh, and I can go back to sleep? This is my day of rest."
Rose retorted with, "No way, Alice, you are going to work until I get tired. Now get out of bed. I'm sorry dear, you must learn a woman's work is never done. The best way to do that is to take up the position as my new maid. Aside from your daily kitchen chores, every Saturday you will clean the entire house, by yourself. Once you have vacuumed, cleaned, scrubbed and dusted you get the privilege of doing our laundry. Now before you complain, remember since I am nice enough to share my clothes, the least you can do is wash and iron them."
"Rose you never ironed anything, why should I?"
"Jack, our clothes were not ironed because I never had a maid. Now I do, so things are going to change."
"Oh, Jack it looks like you are about to cry on me. Buck up and let's get to work. How many times do I have to remind you? We only have a very limited period to get you ready. We can't afford to take days off."
"Rose you are taking the day off, that doesn't seem fair."
"Fair? Was it fair when you went and watched your stupid football games while I stayed home and cleaned the house? Just consider this a means of equalizing our karmas. Now get your ass into gear!"
As the dinner dishes were being put away, Jack commented, "Now I know how Cinderella felt about her mean stepmother."
Despite the sarcastic comment, Rose remained in a jovial mood. Grinning impishly, Rose said, "Come on Cinderella, put on your glass slipper and join me in bed before the clock strikes 12, and you turn into a pumpkin. There is one more item that needs taking care of. I know how you like sweets, so as a special reward for all your hard work. I am going to grant you private access to my honey pot! Of course if you are not interested, I have had another offer. Would you mind, having Mike over for the night?"
To hell with the glass slipper. This Cinderella is going to need some running shoes.
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A NOTE REGARDING THIS STORY.
This is a fictional chronicle of a normal hardworking guy named Jack. The federal government made him an offer he couldn't refuse. All they asked was for Jack to go undercover to help the U.S. Government ensnare a terrorist.
Any resemblance of the characters depicted in the story to actual individuals is coincidental. All events are the sole responsibility of the author. None of the scenes in this story depict minors engaged in any sexual encounter.
This story has been previously posted on other sites. It is being posted here with a strong rewrite; some new chapters have been added. I had my BFF Monica Rose edit the material so it should be more readable. Marina
Marina: [email protected]
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Chapter 6 – The First Pow Wow
"People who enjoy meetings should not be in charge of anything." - Thomas Sowell
Rose drove her car to the first formal strategy meeting with Agent Steve Garibaldi. She was looking forward to their private summit where she was sure she could manipulate him into a more favorable deal. Ever since she had begun to develop physically in high school, there hadn't been a single straight man she couldn't dominate in a test of wills. That is why she had changed clothes upon leaving work into her pleated black mini skirt. Her selection for shoes was easy, a pair of open toed red pumps with 5 inch heels. A nice form-fitting halter top that showed a little but not too much was the perfect top. To complete her outfit a pretty drop necklace, with a tear drop jewel on the end that settled nicely in the valley of her breasts.
Rose pulled her car into a dimly lit gravel parking lot. Not believing her eyes, she double checked her GPS. 'There is no way he would select some redneck bar to meet me,' thought Rose. Rose had dressed in anticipated of a nice cozy cocktail lounge. She maneuvered her car between a dozen pickup trucks, most with gun racks and confederate flags proudly displayed in the rear windows and found an empty spot near the front entrance with its flashing neon Booze Cafe sign. Rose reached into her purse pulled out a tube of bright red lipstick applied a thick coat then layered it with lip gloss and waited to see what would happen.
Within minutes, a nondescript gray sedan pulled up adjacent to Rose's Car. Agent Garibaldi exited the vehicle dressed in dark slacks and an open collar white dress shirt. Even in the poor lighting, Rose could discern the arrogant look on his face. Steve hurried to her door, but Rose didn't wait on him, rather she opened her own door and pivoted in her seat, swung her long legs out of car intentionally showing off her best feature. She stood and pulled up the elastic waist of her skirt. She waited in a classic model pose, her ankles together, feet at 45 degree angle, and her chest prominently pushed out. As Steve approached she said in a soft seductive voice, "Hello there, glad to see you again." She held her hand out expecting a hand shake. Steve merely brushed it aside and wrapped his arms around her in a full hug. With her nose pressed against his chest, Rose enjoyed the scent of Steve's cologne. He was the one that broke the embrace, rather than Rose.
Without further words, Steve held out his arm, Rose took the crook of the arm and the couple moved toward the door. In the gravel parking lot, Rose immediately regretted her selection of shoes. Steve pushed open the door and led her into the saloon. The couple paused just long enough to let their eyes adjust to the change in lighting. As they stood in the doorway, there was a murmur of subdued talk; every eye in the place was focused the two overdressed strangers. Steve visually swept the room with a brief comprehensive glance. It told him, there were no immediate threats. He recognized no one there, and it was unlikely anyone knew him. Rose noticed the bar was lined with tough hard men, obviously accustomed to making a living with their muscles. She spotted a smattering of what she assumed were 'working girls' flaunting their wares among the tables.
Rose's attention was drawn to the deer head mounted over the bar, something about the glassy eyes that stared down at her, sent a chill through her. As she waited for Steve to move, that deer disturbed her more than the leers of the bar patrons.
In a possessive gesture, Steve took Rose by the hand and led her through the room to an empty table on the patio. Rose felt herself being ogled as they crossed the room. Rose could feel everyone mentally undressing her with their eyes. Reaching the empty table Steve was a perfect gentleman, and held her chair for her.
A waiter showed up, his tone was rather sharp, "Whatcha drinkin?" Without asking Rose's preference, Steve ordered a Scotch for each of them. Rose sat as her hair blew in the wind and studied Steve's face and watched his eyes drift down to her cleavage, which fit in perfectly with her plans; she leaned in a little to give her companion a better view and hopefully distract him. She assumed an attitude that she anticipated would intimidate her companion. She glared at him in a haughty manner reminiscent of a queen lofting it over a lowly servant. She started out by saying, "Let's get right down to business shall we. When and how are you going to pay me?"
Steve took a sip of his drink and replied, "You will be paid twice a month, on the first and fifteenth, the money will come in the mail via postal money order made out to Rose Sokolov. I will personally draw the money from accounting and mail the money order. Your name will never appear on any government documents. That way there will be no traceable trail back to HLS."
"Steve, we need to talk about the amount. I have been thinking about what we agreed to, and I am now convinced that amount is insufficient. I want to be compensated for my time and effort as well; I think $100 an hour would be appropriate."
Steve laughed and said, "That is poppycock and you know it! We have a deal and I am holding you to it."
His refusal to renegotiate was tantamount to a declaration of war. Rose thought she could always threaten to withdraw from the program at a later date to entice more money out of the government.
Steve leaned in toward Rose and enjoyed the fragrance of her perfume. His gaze focused on the mounds of inviting flesh that were his companion's breasts. Creating an ache in his groin that made concentration difficult. Forcing his thoughts away from Rose and back to the mission he said, "Let's talk about your responsibilities. Our target doesn't want a swishy fairy. To protect his manly image, our mark requires his companions to be totally passable as women."
"There must be other men out there with more delicate features and more easily transformed, than my husband."
"Of course there are. An exterior makeover is the easy part. A few surgeries and our doctors could turn any man into a beauty queen. It's not so simple to get a man to develop mannerisms and attitudes of a woman, to the point he can pass as a genetic woman in a public setting. That is where you come in. We need you to teach Jack not only how to look like a woman; but to act like an intelligent confident woman who has had her heart recently broken by her spouse. In addition he needs to present himself as someone who is happy and at home in his femininity. We're convinced you're capable of teaching Jack to be that person."
Steve took a long pull on his drink and made a pronouncement, "Your husband is a strong man."
Rose couldn't help herself, she laughed out loud as she remembered all the times Jack had to seek her help to open stubborn jar lids.
Embarrassed by her actions, Rose tried to recover, "I guess the government isn't all knowing, my husband is a lot of things but strong isn't one of them. He often has to partially unload grocery bags to get them out of the trunk of the car."
Steve responded, "You misunderstood. I wasn't referring to physical strength. We have a team of physiologists studying both you and Jack. He is smart and extremely adaptive. We believe he'll not easily be molded into the passive, submissive personality needed to appeal to our target. Our experts are convinced he draws his strength of personality from his relationship with you. That relationship must be stretched to the breaking point. In fact, I personally believe we need to cut the umbilical cord of love to free him from his dependence on you."
Rose's expression changed from curiosity to one of concern, "How do you envision that happening?"
Steve made no attempt to disguise the fact he was leering at Rose's breasts. "Don't be naïve the oldest way of course, infidelity. The key is to keep him off guard."
Rose picked up her drink and sipped on it to hide her discomfort. Steve leaned back and was balancing his chair on two legs as he continued, "You are going to have to bring that relationship into doubt for him. The easiest way is to make him think you are having an affair. Don't tell me an attractive woman like you has never considered having a little extramarital adventure."
Rose felt her cheeks blush a deep red, "I have thought about it, of course. There have been times I have been strongly tempted. However imagining something and actually doing it are two different things. To paraphrase my favorite TV character, Mr. Spock, 'having something is never as satisfying as wanting it'."
Rose picked up her drink and took a sip to buy herself some time as she thought, 'There are several men and a few women at the office that would make interesting bed partners. I wonder if my conscience will allow for a brief dalliance, if I did it in the name of national security.'
"Come on Rose. You can't tell me a sensual woman like you is satisfied with a wimp of a husband."
Rose leaned toward Steve and wagged her finger at him, "Listen Mister Secret Agent Man, you don't know anything about my husband. Is he perfect? No, of course not. His biggest fault is that he always sees the best in people. How many men can you say that about? I picked him out my last year in college and decided we were going to get married. I always get what I want. So I let him chase me until I caught him. We have been happily married ever since. When we graduated from school I had a dozen job offerings. Jack was technically proficient and had good grades, he went on several interviews but his lack of interview skills got him passed over in each one. I agreed to come to Software R Us, on the condition they hire him as well. It would destroy him if he ever found that out. Don't let his appearance fool you. He is more of a man than anyone I have ever known. At the risk of sounding apocalyptic, it sounds to me like you are using my husband as bait in your fishing expedition. I'm not all that familiar with the sport; but it seems to me the bait doesn't normally fair very well. If you hurt him I'll hunt you down and make you wish you'd never been born! I have plans on how our life is going to play out. I'm using this opportunity to achieve my ends."
Steve brought his chair back to all four legs and played with the coaster on the table. "Well...give the affair idea some more thought, the suggestion comes from of the best minds in the government. You can pretend and just drop hints; however it would be more convincing if you actually had a brief fling. I was thinking you should have an affair, with someone who would devastate your husband's ego. The two most obvious examples being your boss or I was thinking someone like me might work. There's a motel right up the highway. We could be there in ten minutes."
Rose had just ingested a large sip of her whisky. The vulgar suggestion caused her to choke the alcohol squirted out her nose and ran down her lip. Steve nonchalantly picked up his glass and took a long drink. Before she could vocalize her thoughts, Steve reached across the table and with his finger wiped the moisture off her upper lip.
He pulled back his finger and sucked the liquid off it saying, "I hate to waste good whiskey."
Rose eyes grew dark with anger and her nostrils flared. "It seems to me you have just stepped over the line there buster!"
"Well maybe I stopped on the line, but two consenting adults have a little intimate tête-à-tête is hardly stepping over the line."
The heat of her rage changed to an eruption of fury. She leapt to her feet in shock at the audacity of the man. The elastic waistband of her dress caught on the curlicue wrought iron arm rest and tore causing her dress to end up around her ankles. Rose stood proud like a queen refusing to acknowledge the awkwardness of the situation; but wishing to hell she had worn panties for the roundivious.
Rose calmly said to the gawking man, "See anything you like?" She bent and picked up her purse and held it strategically to her front. She glared at Steve and dared him to so much as smile at her discomfort.
When Steve broke out in a deep throated chortle, Rose lost it. She swung a roundhouse slap directed at his arrogant face. Steve casually parried the blow with his forearm, throwing Rose completely off balance.
She started to fall as Steve caught her in his arms, their faces mere millimeters apart. Rose was sure he would kiss her. However, Steve surprised her yet again as he casually picked Rose up and carried her to the waist high fence that enclosed the patio and gently placed her over it. To the startled Rose he said, "I didn't think you would want to exit through the bar in your birthday suit. The sidewalk will lead you back to your car."
Once Steve was assured Rose had regained her footing, he egotistically commented, "Careful Rose, I think you are falling in love with me."
Rose rebutted, "Why you conceited, contemptible SOB, I never."
He went back and picked up her skirt that was still entangled with the chair and handed it to her.
Rose took the remnants of her skirt, and faced the agent. She calmly stepped back into her skirt with as much dignity as she could muster. She pulled it up and held the skirt in place.
"Think about my offer, I get government rates at the motel. I'll be in touch. Nice bush by the way. After you calm down, we can discuss this some more, I'll contact you. We'll be seeing a lot of each other as this thing progresses."
Steve turned and walked back into the bar. Slinging her handbag over her shoulder, she turned to watch Steve step through the doors and Rose thought, 'He may be a bastard; but admittedly a handsome one. The view from behind is just as good as the one from the front.'
Rose stood there staring after him, quivering with anger or some other emotion less easily understood. Rose, less her dignity, stormed back to her car. Daisy was going to get it tonight, she was pissed and had to take her anger out on someone.
With mixed emotions, she made her way back to her vehicle. She drove home, her knuckles white with anger, as she fiercely grabbed the steering wheel. She took the time to work on a plan to get to the bedroom without Jack seeing her disheveled appearance.
"Man may have discovered fire, but women discovered how to play with it."
Candace Bushnell
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A NOTE REGARDING THIS STORY.
This is a fictional chronicle of a normal hardworking guy named Jack. The federal government made him an offer he couldn't refuse. All they asked was for Jack to go undercover to help the U.S. Government ensnare a terrorist.
Any resemblance of the characters depicted in the story to actual individuals is coincidental. All events are the sole responsibility of the author. None of the scenes in this story depict minors engaged in any sexual encounter.
This story has been previously posted on other sites. It is being posted here with a strong rewrite; some new chapters have been added. I had my BFF Monica Rose edit the material so it should be more readable. Marina
Marina: [email protected]
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Chapter 7. Rose spends day with Mike.
Regarding sexuality, Men are like microwaves, while woman more closely resemble crock pots.
Monday morning, Rose slid into the driver's side of the car and handed Jack a folder saying, "Today's topic du jour will be eye makeup. Here's your reading material. It's an article from Teen Girl magazine, 'Basic eye makeup selection and application'. The topics will become more intricate as we move along."
Arriving at the elevator, she Kkssed Jack lightly on the lips, and sent him off with, "I'll stop by at lunch to answer any questions you might have and to check to make sure you aren't goofing off. Have a good day, my little turtle dove."
Jack was terrified at the prospect of disappointing Rose, so he took notes at lunch to ensure he had the main points. Rose never materialized as promised and Jack pondered the significance of that. The drive home was spent in total silence, Jack mentally prepping for his possible examination while Rose seemed lost in world of thought.
Arriving home Jack immediately headed to the bathroom and ran filled the tube with water as hot as he could stand it. Rose stepped in only long enough to fill the tub with sweet smelling bath oil. Jack soaked until his fingers started to look like prunes, as he exited the bath, Rose was there to assist him in dressing for his nightly routine.
"I gave this a lot of thought on the drive home. I'm convinced that from this point on, it is best that all the time you are home you should always be in high heels, bathing and sleeping the only exceptions. Is that understood?"
"Why, what did I do?"
"Sweetheart, this isn't a punishment. We need to get you accustomed to heels as you are to loafers; we have a lifetime of neglect to make up for."
An amenable Jack merely agreed, "Yes dear, that makes sense."
After a normal dinner, they sat for the nightly drink, where Jack again mentioned how much he hated the idea of smoking, calling it a dirty habit.
Rose lectured, "Listen to me. A woman smoking if done correctly, can make her look very sophisticated. It's not about just inhaling smoke; it's more about the presentation. We will get into that later, for now get accustomed to drawing the smoke into your mouth and blowing it out as sinuously as possible. Make it a game."
Rose took Jack's hands in hers and spoke plainly, "I'm happy you have stopped actively resisting your training; however I'm running out of patience with all the negativity. I'm your mentor into the nuances of femininity, not your adversary! Who has all the experience in a woman's behaviors and motivation? Certainly not you! I'm the duty expert here, follow my advice, I don't need you second guessing my every decision. Just fucking do what you're told!"
"Yes dear, whatever you say," Said Jack timidly as he puffed on his cigarette.
As the week went on Jack noticed a change in Rose. She was as authoritative as always about his training. Only now the two were talking a lot more. It's not like they didn't talk before but now it has taken on a different flavor. It is more superior to subordinate rather than conversations between equals.
That night Jack had done a particularly good job of satisfying his wife. With Jack kneeling between her legs, a contented Rose stared down at her kneeling husband, held her hand out to help him up and praised him with, "All right dear you can get up now, that was wonderful."
Rose patted the bed next to her. Indicating she wanted Jack to sit. He did and Rose knelt on the floor and helped him out of his hose. His aroused state was quite noticeable. Smiling she said, "Your turn will come, just not now."
Rose examined the hose closely as if looking for run; she threw them in the general direction of the laundry hamper and spoke to her husband who was sitting rigidly in his corset his hands folded in his lap, afraid he had done something wrong. "Sweetheart, I have an errand for you to run tomorrow. While shopping for groceries, make sure you pick up a few extra pantyhose, you are going to be spending so much time on your knees you will be wearing holes in all our current supply. Make sure they are Queen Size – pun intended," Said Rose lightheartedly.
While shopping for groceries, after checking the size chart twice, Jack tossed six pairs of pantyhose in his shopping cart. Then giving it a bit more thought, he upped the quantity to an even dozen. This was the first time Jack was truly glad that the grocery store used the automated checkouts, so he wouldn't have to face the questing looks of the checkout girl.
At home, Rose lectured Jack, "Tonight's lesson is on sitting." Rose assumed her professorial attitude and directed. "Now sitting seems like something really basic – we spend a good deal of the day sitting – nevertheless it's astonishing how few women know how to sit like a lady in a formal situation. Here's how it will go from now on, like wearing your heels, this will be a full time requirement. It must become second nature to you to sit in an effeminate manner, when you leave here for your mission, flopping into a chair like a man with your legs splayed apart would only confirm you are no lady, only a tramp trying to advertize her potential delights would sit like that. One slip up in the way you sit could destroy all our other hard work."
Rose demonstrated as she spoke. "Position yourself with the back of your calves next to the chair.
"Bend at the hips and knees.
"Smooth your skirt under you, keeping your legs together at all times.
"Then swivel into position.
"Sit down with your legs straight in front of you.
"Angle your knees to either side, left or right, whatever your preference.
"Cross your ankles.
"If there is no table, always fold your hands together in your lap."
Gesturing at Jack that it was his turn, she stood aside and observed his performance. "Regardless of whether you're crossing your legs at the knee, the thigh or the ankle, posture is the icing on the cake that will transform you from one of 'those girls' to a lady. Take care when sitting: Sitting down and standing again can be very tricky in heels and needs practicing otherwise it will be a giveaway when you're out on your own."
To practice keeping his knees together, Rose came up with a little game. Jack was made to sit with his back ramrod straight. Rose placed a crisp new dollar bill between his knees. Jack had to hold it by pressing his knees together. The game continued until Jack could hold the bill for a full fifteen minutes without it slipping out.
"Jack, this is something you can practice at work. When you sit, always run your hand over your trousers, so they won't wrinkle. Then sit as ladylike as possible, good firm posture and knees firmly pressed together. From now on, that is how you'll sit, whether at your desk, in the car, or in meetings. Am I clear on this issue?"
"Rose, won't that make me look like a sissy?"
"So what's your point? Jack, you are either deaf or totally clueless. Half of the office, already views you as effeminate. It'll just give them something else to gossip about."
Jack didn't know how to process that so he just kept quiet. The week passed without incident and it was Saturday morning of the second week. That morning Rose seemed to take great delight in cinching Jack into his corset. It took considerable effort; but as promised she drew it in an inch less than the previous week. Rose and Jack sat in the kitchen for a light breakfast. As Jack served Rose her eggs, she stood and went to the liquor cabinet where she poured herself a shot of Yukon Jack. At that point, poor Jack knew it was going to be a very long day. Having finished her breakfast Rose was relaxing on the patio with her second drink of the morning when the phone rang. Jack was on his knees scrubbing the kitchen floor. He got to his feet, wiped his hands on his apron and answered the phone.
A puzzled Jack called out to his wife, "Rose, Mike's on the phone and wants to talk to you."
Rose entered the kitchen and took the hand set. She paused and waited for Jack to leave. He remained standing and wondered why their boss would be calling on a Saturday. Rose looked at Jack, shooing him away she said, "Honey, don't you have work to do? Please I'd like some privacy."
A crestfallen Jack backpedaled around the corner and stopped to eavesdrop.
"Yes Mike, that was Jack. Stop that Mike, for your information he can be very forceful…Stop laughing Mike, I'm serious."
Rose listened for a while without saying anything and eventually continued, "Yes, I know I often use that term when I refer to him, however as his wife, I have some rights that you don't. Please Mike, don't say that! I think he is more trusting than gullible."
Chuckling, Rose continued, "Mike, you're embarrassing me. No we can't do that. Remember I'm a married woman."
After a brief pause, she went on, "Alright, I understand, calm down, there is no need for that kind of language."
After a long gap, Rose continued in a serious tone, "You win, give me 30 minutes to change and I'll meet you there."
A curious Jack inquired, "Rose, what's going on?"
"Oh, Mike and I have to entertain some clients today. You do your chores and I'll inspect the house when I get home. Let's be honest Daisy, this will be the first time you'll be on your own."
Then, in a lighthearted manner, Rose concluded, "Be a good girl and try to stay out of trouble."
Then in a more serious tone she added, "The house had better be spotless when I return. This is an excellent opportunity, for you to apply all I have taught you. I want to see what you can do when I'm not here supervising!"
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"When will I be home? Jack, what's with the inquisition? Since when did I need your permission to come and go? I'll be home when I get here! If I'm going to be late I'll phone."
An apprehensive Jack meticulously completed every chore on his list. With time still on his hands, he decided to clean the stove. Dinner time came and went with no word from Rose. To pass the endless hours, Jack emptied the refrigerator and scrubbed it spotless. He then vacuumed the entire house again, just to pass the time.
Every time Jack attempted to contact Rose on her cell phone it went directly to voice mail. With no other housework to do, Jack decided to surprise his wife; he put dinner in the oven to keep warm. He selected a bottle of Roses' favorite wine and put it in the fridge to chill and then went to the bedroom to select something sexy Rose would enjoy seeing him in.
A very apprehensive Jack put on a plum colored chemise nightie and carefully applied his makeup trying to remember everything Rose had taught him. Jack tried to accomplish an alluring look. He labored for a good five minutes trying to select the perfect shade of lipstick and eye shadow to compliment his nightie. After selecting what he determined was the ideal colors, he spent several minutes on his lip liner trying to get the cupid bow just right, and then using a sealer to keep everything in place. After a good thirty minutes Jack thought, 'Voila! That's the best I've ever done. I hope Rose is pleased with my efforts.'
Finally, the coup de grace, a spritz into the air of his Daisy perfume and a quick walk through. Jack settled into bed to wait for his wife intending on a romantic evening.
It was well after dark, and the dinner Jack had prepared was completely dried out. Jack had dumped it in the trash and returned to the bedroom when her heard a car pull into the garage. An animated Rose came into their bedroom with a triumphant smile on her flushed face, her hair disheveled and one of the straps of her dress had fallen off of her shoulder. The other just barely held on. She ran headlong into a disgruntled husband.
"Oh, Jack what a marvelous day."
"Have you any idea what time it is?"
Glancing at the bedside alarm clock she responded with, "I had no idea it was that late. Sorry I forgot to call. I was just so busy it slipped my mind. Oh God my legs and ass hurt! It was up and down and in and out all day long until finally everyone was satisfied. It was enough to wear a girl out."
Jack bit his lip and fought back tears, "Please explain that!"
"Jack, you annoy me sometimes. I never thought you were the suspicious type. I'm your wife, you should trust me. You know I'm a driven woman, and will do whatever it takes to get ahead in business. Today, I was the designated hostess. I was up and down all day serving Mike and the clients, in and out of the hotel room down to the business office. What did you think I meant?"
Jack meekly apologized and watched his wife get undressed for bed. When Rose dropped her skirt, Jack let out a gasp as he observed she wasn't wearing any underpants. He panicked and started to hyperventilate. Shaking with rage and with venom in his voice Jack demanded an explanation, "Rose, what the fuck is going on? You're a married woman, not some common whore!"
"Jealousy is the fear of comparison." Max Frisch
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A NOTE REGARDING THIS STORY.
The violence in this chapter is intended to illustrate the viciousness of Vladimir, this is not the focus of the chapter.
This is a fictional chronicle of a normal hardworking guy named Jack. The federal government made him an offer he couldn't refuse. All they asked was for Jack to go undercover to help the U.S. Government ensnare a terrorist.
Any resemblance of the characters depicted in the story to actual individuals is coincidental. All events are the sole responsibility of the author. None of the scenes in this story depict minors engaged in any sexual encounter.
This story has been previously posted on other sites. It is being posted here with a strong rewrite; some new chapters have been added. I had my BFF Monica Rose edit the material so it should be more readable. Marina
Marina: [email protected]
@ @ @ @
Chapter 8 – Battle between Good and Evil
"...true evil needs no reason to exist, it simply is and feeds upon itself." E.A. Bucchianeri
The room was momentarily quiet except for the drumming of a strong tattoo of rain on the roof of the abandoned warehouse. Jess Falk sat unconscious, lost in a wonderful dream. He was wrestling with his 10-year-old son in their front yard. Then the pain started again. Being tied securely to the metal chair, there was nothing Jess could do but scream uselessly into his gag. Vladimir delighted in the man's suffering as he extinguished his lighted cigarette into the captive's left nipple.
The muscle-bound henchman asked, "Comrade, do you want me to take the gag out so he can talk?"
"No Boris," Vladimir began, "He has already given us everything he's got. I am convinced he acted out of bureaucratic conscientiousness, not because he recognized Dmitry's connection with me."
"We must come to an arrangement with our contacts in the motherland's FAPSI. They are not as professional as the FBI, and are still full of officials that are susceptible to manipulation. We need to get Dmitry's criminal record to disappear so this won't happen again. Have our intermediaries arrange for the payments. It is sad, but payoffs are an unavoidable cost of doing business in Russia today."
The hapless captive moaned annoyingly.
"Boris, he really pissed me off. He shouldn't have turned down Dmitry's request for an extension on his visa. I bet the next government agent thinks twice before he defies one of my people. The fool should never have threatened to report us when we offered him a 'gift.' Then he insulted me, when he called our 'Blat' a bribe, it was only a small tribute to grease the wheels. These Americans are so naive about the ways of the world."
Vladimir stared down at the bloody stumps of what were Falk's fingers and said, "I tell you Boris, these Americans are not men, I pull out two or three fingernails and they bawl like a baby. A Russian would never beg for his life like this guy."
Vladimir seemed to enjoy the process so much that he often scared Boris. Boris took a step back from the growing blood pool and thought, 'The level of violence used against this poor guy was totally unnecessary. He was singing like a canary almost from the start. We knew everything about him, but his hat size within 15 minutes.'
"Boris, call our attorney to fight Dmitry's deportation order. Negotiations for this operation are at a critical stage and we can't afford to replace Dmitry. He is my primary handler for all of our sleeper agents that we are activating for those bastard Arabs."
Boris nodded in agreement. It wasn't wise to disagree with the boss Vladimir.
"Boss, do I understand right, they want to bring down the bridge in Frisco?"
"Da, Arab men are under too much scrutiny by the police. So using nondescript Americans for this project seems ideal. Dmitry has had our people scouting the targets for weeks. The difficult part will be to coordinate the west coast attack with a simultaneous assault on the Brooklyn Bridge. Unfortunately it means we will lose our people as they will unwittingly 'volunteer' to become martyrs."
Boris wanted nothing to do with becoming a martyr so he changed the subject, "You want me to finish the job?"
"Da, kill the stupid durak and put him out of his misery. Then clean up this mess and dispose of the body."
"Dump him out at sea again?"
"Nyet! Dump the body where it will be found. I want to send a very clear message, that I am to be taken seriously. The next government agent that crosses me will really suffer before he dies."
Boris strode over to the unlucky captive avoiding the puddles of blood. With a pair of massive hands he grabbed what was left of Jess Falk in a choke hold. The whites of Jess's eyes were completely red due to hemorrhaging, his nose bled due to the pressure. He gasped and his eyes got wide... wide with fear and small ragged gasps escaped his throat. Boris could sense him drifting away to a peaceful place. Then the hapless victim, committed the ultimate indignity, he pissed and shitted himself. As Vlad watched with a grin, that even Boris could only describe as evil, Boris finally applied sufficient force to break the hyoid bone of his neck.
Boris thought back to what Vladimir was capable of doing. Boris never wanted to get on Vlad the Impaler's wrong side. Boris knew he was not above culling the herd when the whim hit him. Vlad once had Alexei, Boris's best friend, killed when he had screwdrivers driven through both ears because Vladimir thought Alexei had eavesdropped on a private conversation.
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It was lunch time at the HLS Miami office. Steve and Fred were on their way to a corner coffee shop for a quick snack when the phone rang. Fred picked it up and listened for 15 seconds. He hung up without saying a word and relayed, "Steve, the director wants to see us both immediately."
The two agents knocked on the door and anxiously awaited their summons. Finally they heard through the closed door, "Get in here!"
The twosome marched in and found Bill lost in thought as he read some report. The two started to sit in the office chairs. Bill stopped them with, "Don't bother, you won't be here that long."
Steve and Fred looked at each other dumbfounded.
Holding up the folder Bill continued, "These are police and autopsy reports. The local cops have found a mutilated body discarded in the dumpster behind the Pink Pussycat Club. The poor guy was tortured before being strangled. The Chief Medical Examiner's office found the victim had all his fingernails pulled out and suffered extensive cigarette burns to his torso. There were multiple blunt and sharp force injuries to the head, and neck. His injuries also included sever rectal tearing and internal hemorrhaging from an instrument driven up through his scrotum into his abdomen.
Preliminary results from what are left of the victim's fingers ID this guy as one of our own."
A shell shocked Steve enquired, "Another of our agents?"
"No, not this time. The guy was Jess Falk, an agent for Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE). A quick check of his active case files revealed that one of Vladimir's henchmen, a Dmitry Putin was his last interview. The locals want to pick up Dmitry for questioning. I told them to back off. Since the victim was a federal agent, this is our jurisdiction."
Steve had the nerve to say, "Boss, it seems to me that the FBI is better able to handle a murder investigation."
Bill gave Steve a stare intended to intimidate. "Listen numbnuts, this isn't about solving a murder case, it's about bringing down an entire terrorist organization. I'll not let them grab the glory for bringing down Vladimir. We'll take over the investigation. This changes everything. I want you two to go down to that bar and nose around."
Steve felt a chill go through him like he was standing on the fantail of the Titanic about to be dumped into the icy Atlantic and reflected, 'By We he means Me. Here goes another harebrained reckless plan. Who is going to die this time?'
Steve felt compelled to protest, "But boss, we might be recognized. We need to be hyper vigilant about Vladimir. Our Über-nerds, say they are convinced Vladimir has access to the latest commercial version of facial recognition. It is not 100% effective but compares favorably what we, the FBI, or ICE has available."
"Steve, you idiot. I have a plan so that won't happen. Since your plan is taking so long, I want you on the lead. You two are going undercover in disguise. Get down to wardrobe right now. They're waiting for you two."
Steve immediately smelled a rat, but the eager beaver Fred headed for the door. Steve stood his ground and asked, "Mr. Hampton, what kind of disguise do you envision?"
Bill displaying his famous supercilious smile explained, "Since this is a transvestite bar, you two are going on a girl's night out. There is only one question. What is your bra size?"
Fred froze in mid stride and squeaked out, "Oh, come on boss, two drag queens asking questions will still raise a red flag."
"That's right, that's why you won't ask anything. I want you two to just hangout. Keep your ears and eyes open and your mouths shut. If Vladimir shows up, stay away from him. Steve, you know the drill. Now you ladies have fun."
Steve's shoulders slumped as he accepted the inevitability of the dubious assignment. Five hours later, Steve and Fred, AKA 'Stephanie and Frederica' awkwardly hauled themselves from the cab in front of the Pink Pussycat Club.
Steve purred, in a very realistic facsimile of a woman's voice, "Frederica, pay the man, I left my wallet in my other purse."
Fred threw twenty dollars at the driver and slung his purse over his shoulder and said, "I want my change and a receipt."
In response, the cabbie muttered "fucking faggots," put the car in gear and drove off.
A very self-conscious Fred brushed the long blond hair out of his face and minced toward the sidewalk taking extremely small steps. He tried to pull his knee length denim skirt down to cover more of his exposed legs thus not paying attention. He tripped over the curb, and did a great imitation of Bambi on ice, arms and legs flailing everywhere.
As Steve watched in amusement, Fred landed hard on his chest.
More embarrassed than hurt, Fred laid face down on the sidewalk and thought, 'At least these personal airbags came in handy.'
Steve helped Fred to his feet, picked up his purse and held his arm to steady his partner.
Steve patted Fred's bottom patronizingly and said, "It takes time to get comfortable walking in stilettos, but you'll learn. Now giddy up girl, let's get going."
Fred gave Steve a withering stare as Steve led off and walked to the entrance.
The club façade was utterly understated, being simply a neon sign with the name 'Pink Pussycat Club' on it. The front window had professionally produced sign advertising, '17 flat screen plasma televisions. We show all sports year around: baseball, football, NASCAR, to extreme fighting.' A hand written message was scribbled under the printed advertisement, 'Over 30 TV's available nightly.'
"Damn it, Steve, how come you get the pony tail, and I have to fight with this long blonde Farrah Fawcett hair all night?"
"Shut up you idiot, remember to call me Stephanie. You got that wig because you are the natural blond.
Steve, in his gray ruffled chiffon maxi dress and black tights wore sensible slip-on ankle boots. He gaily led the way to the club entrance. He walked with a degree of panache that surprised Fred.
Steve had decided to accessorize by wearing a ton of cheap jewelry including showgirl rhinestone earrings with a full 6-inch drop. As Steve purposely strolled on the sidewalk he unabashedly announced to Fred, "I love the way these earrings brush my neck when I walk. It makes me feel so in character."
Fred was as nervous as a virgin on her honeymoon. He knew he was about to get fucked. He just wasn't sure how. Fred asked, "Why did I have to be the one in five-inch heels?"
"Those were selected for you because I elected to wear three-inch pumps. This way we are the same height and no one will stick out."
To relieve the tension, Fred mocked his friend, "Stephanie, you strut like a stripper."
Steve looked over his shoulder and glared at his associate and continued to the front door. He really worked the sway of his hips, and said in a salutary voice. "Thanks Ms. Frederica, you can really be suave and debonair when you try." Steve turned and held one final inspection of his colleague. Steve adjusted Fred's long pearl necklace so it hung between his breast forms.
Standing outside the doorway, Steve leaned into Fred and warned, "Just be careful, this bar attracts mostly the scum of the earth. They are likely to take great glee in disparaging all us Sissies."
Fred took affront at the pejorative term of Sissy, and then he glanced down between his large D cup breast forms to his pink fingernails. He sighed in resignation and continued on to his journey into never-never land.
"If we see Vladimir," Steve began, "Don't make eye contact with him. We will leave immediately. Understood?"
Fred nodded in agreement which set his prodigious boobs oscillating. He reached up and cupped them to settle things down.
"If someone gives you a really hard time, don't get mad, and none of your macho Marine bullshit. Pout, stick your lip out, stare at the floor, and cry if you're able. They will crumble I guarantee it."
In self-deprecating style and with an acid tongue, Fred sarcastically answered, "Yes mother, I promise no catfights tonight. I'll be a good girl."
Upon entering the club the agents were hit with a crescendo of the timeless classic rendition of Helen Reddy's tune, 'I Am Woman Hear Me Roar'. As trained observers, both did a quick situational assessment. It was a typical sports bar, every wall covered in plasma televisions. The only clue to the idiosyncrasy of the club was the pictorial display of famous drag queens that hung behind the main bar. The room was filled with a boisterous crowd, divided into small clusters, some talking and others watching a baseball game between Miami and Chicago. The room was clean, in a public bathroom kind of way. It contained a dozen large booths, two pool tables, a dart board and fifteen four person tables. Two of which had chess boards set up, waiting for contestants.
They closed the front door and were greeted by an employee. A 'woman' with dramatic makeup and prom hair, she wore a vinyl dominatrix outfit that was so tight Fred swore he could read the size tag on her thong panties. She introduced herself as Georgette and spoke with a sickeningly sweet southern drawl, albeit in a husky voice. But she moved without a trace of self-consciousness despite the fact she was dressed in such outlandish attire.
After they explained this was their first time…at the club, a 'girl' named Libby, with a voice as deep as a Saint Bernard and the figure of a fashion model, handed each of them a bar menu and a flyer advertising $2 beers all night. She then proceeded to usher them to their seats. With an effeminate swagger, she led the nervous newbies to the main bar area.
Steve reached out and held Fred's hand to assist him in the 200-foot stroll across the room. Midway through their promenade, Steve put his arm around Fred's waist, pulled him in close and spoke above Shania Twain's recording of 'I Feel like a Woman.' "Fred, you need to relax. Camp it up, exaggerate everything and keep your chest out. Flaunt your sexuality. Now, most important of all, you've got to smile, big and bright and act friendly!"
Upon reaching the bar area, the new arrivals were immediately surrounded by a group of drunk patrons. The leader spoke up first, "Ladies, you look familiar, haven't we met before?"
Steve took control and responded, "Yes, I think you're right. You do look familiar; we both work as receptionists at the local VD clinic. That must be where we have seen you and your friends."
Most of the guys took the hint and proceeded to slink away, but the leader persisted. Ignoring Steve, he cut Fred out of the crowd with the skill of a sheep dog, "Hey cutie, how 'bout you and I get out of here and go someplace private?"
Fred was appalled at the guy's audacity and lame pickup line. Fred took a step forward and invaded the man's private space. He looked him up and down and responded in a confident manner, "Sorry mate, I make it a rule not to date outside my species."
Some guys just won't take a hint though. "Don't be like that, baby. What do I have to give you, to get a kiss?"
"Chloroform is the only that comes to mind. Now buzz off."
Steve watched in amused silence and thought he might have underestimated his partner. He grabbed 'her' hand and the two struggled to perch atop the closest bar stools.
Steve ordered for both agents, "Two cosmopolitans please, and don't skimp on the vodka."
The bartender was someone who introduced herself as Donna. In a parody of a drag queen, he/she wore bright red sissy colored lipstick with garish blue eye shadow outlined in heavy black eyeliner. Worst of all, he followed the creed 'more is better,' eschewing the fundamental rule in applying makeup. He seemed to have put his makeup on with a trowel, his beard showed despite a foundation layer that was so thick it had fissures in it. He dressed, in the most outlandish fashion and came across somewhere between pathetic and whimsical. He had stuffed his bra with two overinflated water balloons. He wore a hip hugging red mini-dress and a diaphanous lace blouse, fishnet stockings and 4-inch stilettos. He walked and stood with his legs wide open and knees bent like he had just dismounted a steed.
Like most bartenders, Donna was a great conversationalist. When Steve tried to steer the conversation to the body found in the alley, all he got was, "I know nothin' about nothin'." He/she freely gossiped about everything including how he got into this predicament. He willingly told the new girls his story. In his past life, he was a tenured college English professor. Because of a brief liaison with a student, he was forced by his wife to quit that job, and is now serving out a 6- month sentence as a waitress, bartender, and cleaning lady for the club.
While Steve was momentarily distracted, Fred fended off another Romeo. "Come on Sweetheart, help me out. My penis just died and I would love to bury it in your ass."
Fred retorted with, "Sorry I'm not your type, I'm not inflatable."
Steve laughed at that one. Now convinced that Fred was capable of taking care of himself, he turned his full attention to Donna, assured he was someone who was worth cultivating as a source. For the remainder of the night, Steve went out of his way to cozy up to Donna.
Steve found out that Donnas' wife demanded that he live and work at the club as punishment for cheating on her with a student. His wife insinuated this was the only way he had of 'maybe' saving their marriage. She insisted he never try to appear as a woman, rather he was required to go out of his way to humiliate himself. Steve marveled at the openness of this man.
Caught up in Donnas' story, Steve almost missed the auburn haired beauty that sat next to him. She was a little tall for a woman, with legs that didn't quit. Her long legs were encased in black nylon, with seams in the back that seemed to invite the looker to follow them up, to the mysteries hidden by the dress. Her body was incredibly curvaceous; she wore a gold lamé sheath dress with a beaded keyhole collar that hugged her body like a wet coat of paint. She crossed her long legs, showing off her feet that were covered by 5" heels that came to a point at the toe.
Her breasts were huge and out of proportion to her body. To Steve, this was a first clue that it wasn't all natural. She took a deep breath, her chest expanded enticingly and held out a hand and said, "Hi, My name's Trixie."
"An aroused Steve daintily shook hands with this striking individual and introduced himself as Steffi. Then asked, "May I buy you a drink?"
She looked up at him batted her eyelashes and smiled, "Thank you, it is refreshing to find a gentleman these days.
Staring into her face, Steve found dark almond shaped eyes exotically attractive. He was getting lost in those lovely pools of brown chocolate. His heart was racing; Steve had to force himself to look away. Despite her beauty, Steve discerned a subtle but noticeable sharpness to her facial features, and just the hint of a widow's peak showing at her hairline. She was attractive but he thought that perhaps she wasn't quite what she seemed. Being a trained professional, Steve came to the realization he was dealing with a transsexual.
Using his peripheral vision, Steve detected a guy staring at them from across the room. He was a big guy wearing a short sleeved purple dress shirt, white Dockers and sporting lots of gold on his hands and neck. He had a weightlifter's frame and Popeye arms. He took a slow sip of his drink and smiled at Steve over the rim of his glass.
Steve speculated that he'd stumbled upon a tranny escort. This mountain of a man was probably her pimp. Steve returned his attention to this beautiful creature and thought, 'It's a pity she's a hooker…Damn now I'm really pissed I forgot my wallet. I wonder what she charges.'
Steve glanced back at the pimp and thought that this was a place he really didn't want to go. So he pointed to a pool game just breaking up and said, "Sorry Trixie, but it's my game next."
Steve got up to leave. "See you around," Steve said and lifted his glass in salute.
"Going so soon?" she asked as she fluttered her sexy long false lashes at Steve.
"Afraid so Trixie," Steve replied and gulped down the last of his drink in one swallow. "Maybe another time."
"Don't wait too long Steffi. I have an expiration date. I turn back into a pumpkin at midnight."
As Steve walked to the pool table, he wondered about her. She was the first transsexual he'd ever met, that he knew of. He'd certainly never expected to find one so pretty and convincing and thought it was a pity she was a pro. The more he thought about her, the more he was fascinated by her. Fingering his wedding ring, he mentally slapped himself for losing focus.
Sure there must be lots of transsexuals who work as waitresses, hairdressers, receptionists, and many other occupations, whom we may meet unknowingly every day, without questioning whether they might have once been male in their past. Trixie didn't quite completely pass as a woman but perhaps she wasn't intended to.
Steve coyly threw his game of pool to a rank amateur as he intentionally scratched the first opportunity he got. Steffi congratulated the winner with a kiss on the cheek, and sashayed his way back to Fred, just in time to hear another moron embarrass himself by saying, "Hey cupcake, you want to know how you make a fairy moan? You tinker his bell."
At that point the PA system blared Lady Gaga's hit tune, 'Born this way'. The upbeat music rang through the bar like a giant bell through the halls of a church, you could feel the music.
The entire club responded as one, everyone stood and sang.
"Don't be a drag, just be a queen. Whether you're broke or evergreen.
You're black, white, beige, chola descent.
You're Lebanese, you're orient.
Whether life's disabilities left you outcast, bullied or teased.
Rejoice and love yourself today 'Cause baby, you were born this way.
No matter gay, straight or bi Lesbian, transgendered life I'm on the right track, baby I was born to survive.
No matter black, white or beige or orient made I'm on the right track, baby I was born to be brave.
I'm beautiful in my way 'Cause God makes no mistakes I'm on the right track, baby I was born this way."
Steve, caught up in the moment, found himself standing, swaying and clapping to the music. As the tune ended, Steve pushed the guy standing next to him aside and again wiggled his ass up to the bar stool, crossed his legs and observed. Both girls sat, smiled and drank way too much. Over the course of the night, they managed to consume three bottles of Chablis, a half dozen glasses of Champagne, and four mixed drinks while they became acquainted with most of the other patrons and staff. Steve noted for his report that the staff was a most eclectic mix. Some of the 'girls' appeared to be tranny-whores. While the majority of employees were transvestites living out their dreams, dressing to 'pass,' there were a minority that seemed to be full-fledged transsexuals.
The patrons, like most neighborhood sports bars, were mostly guys and what appeared to be a few authentic females sprinkled in among the obvious transvestites. In Steve's opinion, most of the men were masquerading as macho homophobic straight family men when in reality they were probably misogynistic closeted gays.
Fred was impressed that the girls tried to look out for each other. One waitress, named Candy, stood out to Fred. She was a real peach, possessed of the sweetest Texas drawl. It was Howdy Y'alls all over the place. She was especially helpful. One customer was really harassing Fred and tried to wrestle him off his stool. Candy snuck up behind the jerk and stuck her tongue in his ear, then started sucking on his earlobe. The bastard never had a chance. Candy just took charge of the situation. She had him eating out of her hand, as she led him into a backroom.
About two hours into their visit, Fred made a major concession and admitted he had to use the powder room, inviting Stephanie along for support. After he did his business, Fred stood and wiped. He didn't want his boy bits to show so he tucked his junk. He pulled up his vintage Lycra panties to hold everything in place and ensure he had a good feminine front. Meanwhile, Steffi was at the mirror and ran a brush through his hair one last time. Then he selected a tiny bottle from his purse. He strategically applied a dab behind each ear, and then offered the bottle to Fred, who adamantly declined. Steve then helped Fred touch up his lipstick. Then arm-in-arm, the duo headed back to their observation posts.
Stephanie and Frederica spent an eventful evening drinking, socializing and observing the club. Steve was amused at how Fred seemed to be a natural flirt and unconsciously spent the night flipping his hair and playing with his large hoop earrings. The men were drawn to Fred like flies to shit, and every one of them kept adding to the pile of manure in an attempt to impress the flirtatious Fred with their witty repartee and pathetic pickup lines.
At closing time, Steve and Fred headed for the door. Steve put his hand in the middle of Fred's back and guided him to the exit. At the door, the agents ran into a logjam of customers. Everyone was crushed together. Some jerk took the opportunity to grab Fred by his ass and said "Baby, you got yourself a beautifully, bodacious, bubble butt there. But your booty would look a lot better bouncing on the end of my prick."
Fred spun around and was surprised that his instinct was to slap this asshole, rather than punch him. Luckily, Steve was right there and held Fred's wrist in an iron grip. He whispered, "Frederica, take a deep breath and let it go. We don't want to start anything." To shield his girlfriend, Steve stepped between the two. Then as he turned to leave, Steffi 'accidently' stepped on the instep of the asshole with the spike of his high heeled boot.
As the guy yelped and hopped around on one foot. Steffi sweetly said, "Sorry baby, my bad."
Buoyed by the confidence only alcohol can bring, Steve was feeling a little frisky and decided to have a little fun at his partner's expense. His hand casually rested south of the middle of Fred's back, Steffi maneuvered Frederica through the crowd to their waiting cab. Once ensconced in the seclusion of the backseat, an inebriated Steve became quite the cuddle kitten and snuggled up to an uncomfortable Fred the whole way home.
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The next morning Fred arrived dressed in his usual dark suit, starched white shirt and expensive tie. He was rubbing his left ear and limped in, his toes still suffered from an evening in 5-inch stilettos. "God damn it, Steve. That was bullshit last night. Why did I have to get my ears pierced, for just one night?"
Steve sat at his desk, his fingers steepled under his chin and smirked at his partner. "Fred, stop the whining, you sound like a petulant child. We were trying to sell our cover. The holes will close up again in a few days. No self-respecting TV wears clip-on earrings. By the way, for someone who claims to be a transvestite neophyte, you did amazingly well. You were simply a-w-e-s-o-m-e."
An indignant Fred gave Steve a stare that would drill through concrete. "Thanks for the compliment, but yesterday was the longest day of my life. We spent over three hours getting dressed and an additional four hours parading around like two tricked out whores and never got a single clue.
"It took me hours to get all the makeup off last night and forever to get that waist cincher off. My God with all of its straps, panels, hooks, zippers and ties, it must be a leftover from the Spanish Inquisition. Why did you double knot it in back?"
Steve ignored Fred's yammering.
"All that effort, and we didn't hear a single thing about the murder or a dead body. How is that going to help?"
"Fred, no information, is still information. Think about it, a body is found feet away from where you work and not one waitress, or patron said a single word. Just fill in your report and let the Intel guys do their thing."
Fred still suffered from the indignity of his first undercover assignment. With an ashen pall on his face, he glared at Steve, looked around to make sure no one could overhear him and said, "All right, but when you walked me to my door, what the hell was that goodnight kiss for?"
"Sorry, sweetie, you were just so cute and after 6 or 7 drinks I couldn't help myself."
"Damn you, my neighbor saw two women necking at my doorstep and called my girlfriend. Lucy has left me 10 messages already."
"Hey, don't blame me you are the one who reached up and grabbed me by my head in a moment of passion."
"Fuck you Steve, I already told you. You caught me off guard. In those stilts I stumbled, and just instinctively seized your head to keep from falling. Let me warn you. You try that again and the next Sunday, you will be singing soprano in the church choir. What am I going to say to Lucy? I can't tell her why we were in drag. Even if I can come up with some reasonable explanation for the dress, there is no justification for the kiss."
"I don't know. Be creative. Skip the whole drag thing. Make her jealous; tell her you had a little three-way action last night."
"Yeah, that's brilliant, since I told her we were working together last night. What will you say to your wife when Lucy calls Phyllis?"
Steve smiled because he knew exactly what Phyllis would say. Contrary to the rules he had shown her a dozen pictures from his cell phone.
"Calm down, just finish your statement. Don't forget to file your expense report."
"All right Steve, I'll get right on it. Good buddy, rest assured, I'll get you for that lame line. 'I left my wallet in my other purse trick.' You bastard, I had to pay for the whole night. How do I explain the undercover expenses to accounting, since I paid in cash I didn't get any receipts? You spent nothing while I spent over $70."
"Cool it, if that hot to trot lezzy hadn't paid our last bar bill. It would've been a lot more. That says a lot about the success of your disguise. Butt ugly gals pay their own way. You were so sexy and inviting, you had admirers fighting over you all night. If you would have taken a few of those offers from the tranny chasers the entire night would have been free."
"Just list everything as 'Incidentals.' I'll submit a supporting statement, with your expense report."
Steve smiled and patted his coat pocket to ensure the $200, he had been issued from the discretionary fund was still there. Maybe someday he'd tell Fred about it, but for now it was time to shop. A return trip back to the club was warranted to work on Donna and he needed a new outfit. If he was really lucky maybe Trixie will be there again. Steve daydreamed; 'I bet I could pump her…for information.'
"By the way Frederica, with your constant flirting, you attracted a lot more attention than I thought was appropriate. I told you to be friendly not to troll for a boyfriend. We might have overdone things with your feminization."
"Do you think? Hell Steve, I had no idea how much ass grabbing, pinching, and propositioning there would be. By the way, my butt is black and blue from being pinched and groped. I had at least 10 guys and two women; at least I think they were women, proposition me and ask for my phone number. One guy offered to pay me $100 for a pole dance and he promised to provide the pole. That was Eww, disgusting, like I would touch his filthy rod! Those pickup lines, I never realized how cheesy they are. Last night was a real eye opener for me."
At that moment, Bill stuck his head in the door, and asked, "Well boys how was your night at the fruit stand?"
In unison both agents answered, "Not as bad as I imagined."
"Finish your written reports and come debrief me personally."
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A NOTE REGARDING THIS STORY.
This is a fictional chronicle of a normal hardworking guy named Jack. The federal government made him an offer he couldn't refuse. All they asked was for Jack to go undercover to help the U.S. Government ensnare a terrorist.
Any resemblance of the characters depicted in the story to actual individuals is coincidental. All events are the sole responsibility of the author. None of the scenes in this story depict minors engaged in any sexual encounter.
This story has been previously posted on other sites. It is being posted here with a strong rewrite; some new chapters have been added. I had my BFF Monica Rose edit the material so it should be more readable. Marina
Marina: [email protected]
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Chapter 9 - Jack confronts Rose on the issue of infidelity
"Infidelity in a woman is a masculine trait."
"Mike and his friends were smoking cigars all day. They even talked me into sucking on Mike's...."
"Go on Rose, you sucked on Mike's what?"
Rose stood there naked with fury in her eyes she slapped Jack so hard his vision blurred, "Bitch, watch your potty mouth! Don't be an ass Jack. His cigar of course!
"By the end of the day I reeked of the smoke. I took a shower, before I left to get the smell out of my hair. I dropped my panties there on the floor. The shower curtain leaked and they got soaked. So I left them with Mike. Now don't be ditzy."
A crestfallen Jack teetered on the edge of an emotional abyss. He shuddered, his emotions alternated between anger and self-pity. The thoughts of Mike and Rose making mad passionate love whirled around his mind. He openly sobbed as his emotions bubbled over from its cauldron deep inside his soul. What he perceived as infidelity by his wife was more than Jack could handle. He mumbled repeatedly, "Rose you and Mike, you and Mike, how could you?"
"Don't you dare imply I've been unfaithful, I'm no whore!"
Jack thought, 'I wonder how much she charged him?'
"Honey nothing intimate happened between Mike and me. Today was all business."
Jack thought, 'All business huh, I wonder how much she charged him?'
Rose appeared angry at Jack's implication, but thought it was just the reaction she was hoping for. She stood over Jack in an attempt to intimidate him. She turned on the table lamp and for the first time and saw his beautifully made-up face. Looking down at her husband she lovingly praised him, "Oh kudos to you Daisy, you've really developed your cosmetics skills."
Rose, truly impressed at his effort, lightly stroked his heavily lipstick coated mouth. "Speaking of whores, you have certainly gotten the whore look down with those Cleopatra eyes and crimson lips. Next time consider using a touch more lip-gloss. Daisy, you are simply gorgeous tonight."
Then with just a glitter of a tear in her eyes, Rose tried to conceal her angst under a calm façade, as transparent as it was feigned. She gently cradled Jack's head to her bosom and said, "Darling, you must trust me on this, there is nothing going on between Mike and I. It's all a figment of your imagination."
Jack was forced to accept her denial at face value. The alternative was more than he could handle in his current fragile state of mind. In a state of total remorse, Jack apologized and submissively offered to redeem himself if Rose would come to bed. Rose climbed in bed, and rejected Jack's romantic advances, claiming she is too sore and tired, and told Jack to remove his makeup and take a cold shower before coming to bed.
Sunday, Rose was up early and walked out the door as she informed Jack she would be gone for the day. With no explanation as to where she was going, she disappeared. Jack heard her car roar out of the driveway, tires squealing. He stood at the window and watched her taillights disappear into the distance. Jack spent a miserable day alone; with nothing else to do, he weeded the flower garden and then cleaned the house again. It was well past dark when Rose waltzed into the house. Jack had held dinner for her. Hearing her car he dished up the casserole and laid the plates and cutlery on the kitchen table. Sue took a brief look at the food on the kitchen table and shook her head no. Without saying a word, she headed straight for the bedroom, turned the lights off, and went to bed. Her silence and apparent indifference made Jake feel like he had been gut punched. He scrapped the dinner into the trash and cleaned up the dishes. He tiptoed into the bedroom not wanting to disturb his wife. He slid into the sheets as quietly as possible and had a restless night.
A seething Jack remained mute the next morning. He ran through his morning exercise regiment without uttering a sound. He continued his silence throughout the commute to work. As the two separated upon exiting the elevator, Rose smiled at Jack and said, "The silent treatment is a bit juvenile don't you think? I am your wife. If you can't trust me who can you trust?"
When he just frowned and didn’t move, she made a shooing gesture.
Jack remained mute on the ride home and all the way to the dinner table. Rose had had enough of this manipulative tactic and spelled it out, Jack, "The silent treatment won't work on me. It’s a mean form of emotional abuse. You can keep this up and destroy our marriage or get over your perceived injustice and move forward."
Then to make things worse Rose took the opportunity to bitterly criticize him for his lack of feminine table manners.
"Jack, cut up just what you're going to eat in the next bite or two. The purpose is not speed or efficiency. You are there to enjoy and converse and by only cutting a few bites at a time you are giving yourself the opportunity to flirt or to ask and answer questions, as you switch your utensils from one hand to another. No more wiping your mouth, henceforth daintily pat your lips with your napkin."
Jack accepted the criticism and did his best to eat like a lady. After Jack did the cleanup the two sat down for a drink and smoke. Rose poured doubles for them both. After his second double, the one with a valium dissolved in it, Jack began to loosen up. Rose amusedly watched Jack with his droopy eyes. Rose, a cigarette dangling in her hand, passed it to Jack and ordered him to take a drag. Complying with the demand, Jack erupted in a fit of coughing. Rose handed Jack a tube of lipstick and ordered him to repair his lips. Rose laid her two diminutive hands palms down on the table and stood. Glaring directly into Jack's eyes, Rose demanded, "Talk to me you idiot. Tell me what's bothering you."
Jack related his fears concerning a possible sexual liaison between Rose and Mike.
Rose expressed amusement and openly mocked his insecurities saying, "Is my little Jackie frightened of losing his wife to big strong Mike? Listen you insecure pussy, anytime I want I can have my choice of the fattest, thickest cocks in town. If I ever decide to cheat on you, I won't do it behind your back. I'll do it right in front of you. In fact I'll even invite you watch, I might even let you fluff for me! Now stop crying, check your makeup, and get ready for deportment training."
"Rose, I don't know how much more of this I can take."
"You'll take this and anything else I'll throw at you. Or pack your bags and get out!"
A devastated Jack promised to never act jealous again and fell all over himself apologizing for his insecurities. In retaliation for his earlier defiant attitude, Rose added an additional requirement to his daily routine. Jack was given very specific instructions whenever he was in the house he was never to be outside the immediate reach of his purse. If Rose saw he could not instantly reach his purse, Jack would lose more eyebrow hairs. Jack learned to regularly check and recheck his lipstick. To demonstrate what was in store, Rose sat Jack down and started tweezing hair from his brow. For several minutes she plucked not only his hair but his masculinity.
Rose and a dejected Jack stumbled to the living room for an hour of schooling.
Rose started the night's training secession with a brief sermon, "Jack dear, I want you to remember deportment is not only about walking. It encompasses a whole horde of things. It also refers to the way a woman carries herself, how she moves, her posture, how she walks, holds her hands, inclines her head, her manners at the table. Jack, it's my goal to turn you into a lady. Are you with me on that one?
"Sweetheart, we need to create the feminine impression that you are going to need. We will be working on the psychological view as well as the physical. Once you feel feminine, you will eventually develop the confidence and grace needed to be a lady. The guy in a dress will simply fade away."
Deportment training that night was as rigorous as any Jack had undergone up to that point. Rose was harsh in her criticisms.
After an hour of practicing the basics, Rose allowed Jack a break, he spent the next twenty minutes sitting crossing and uncrossing his legs at the thigh. He was forced to keep at it until the action appeared totally natural, like he had been doing it his whole life.
Jack audaciously complained about Rose's insensitive attitude and said, "Rose you no longer ask me to do something, now you tell me to do it. I don't like being treated like hired help."
Rose lectured her husband on what to expect concerning his future training. "When I can, I promise I'll be kind. Don't expect me to be timid. If you do what you're told and do it to the best of your ability, we'll never have a problem. Now get your candy-ass over to the vanity and freshen your makeup."
Jack hated that term candy-ass; it brought back unpleasant childhood memories. It seemed like such a prissy thing.
Makeup lessons were painful that night. Jack felt confident, he could handle the fundamentals. He sat down and went to work with all the tubes, powers and creams. It cost Jack several eyebrow hairs to learn lip liner extending beyond the lip line was a no-no. Jack furthermore, learned about the advantages of lip gloss.
Mastering lips was a piece of cake compared to the complexities of applying false eyelashes. Jack had become exasperated. First the ends wouldn't stick; it was the fourth time he had tried to get the wiggly things to stick in the correct location. He finally attached them only to find they had been positioned at the inner corner of his eye, rather than the outer and his next attempt resulted like the preceding ones in failure. "Rose, that's it, I quit…'
Rose gave him a glare that would wilt a bronze statue. Jack recognized his error, "I'm sorry. What I should have said was I need help. I can't do this. How do you make this look so easy?"
Jack nervously waited for Rose to react, expecting her to explode.
Surprisingly, Rose said, "I had better never hear that Q word again! Let's get into bed. My needs take precedent tonight. Jack assumed his usual position with his lips pressed against her pussy. Rose insisted Jack keep his lips looking luscious. She explained that watching Jack lick her dew drops with lips coated in a deep red creamy concoction added to her pleasure. So from that moment forward, Jack was always required to refresh his lipstick before servicing Rose.
After nearly 30 minutes and a number of climaxes for his wife, she pushed Jack away and said, "Thanks dear, you are wonderfully talented, I cum and cum and cum when you are down there. Now I'm tired let's go to sleep."
Rose appeared to be utterly enjoying her commanding position. Their loving partnership of a marriage had become an authoritative dictatorship. Jack's needs were considered inconsequential.
Jack stood and in wonderment said, "What about me?"
Rose stuck her head from under the covers and pointed to the bathroom, "Jack, how many times do we need to go over this issue. Be a good boy, take your makeup off and then hop into a cold shower. I'm tired."
A frustrated Jack scrambled into bed that night.
As the days passed, Rose created a pavlovian response in Jack. He could never pass a mirror without checking his face. At home, he could go no more than 15 minutes without pulling his compact out and scrutinizing his lips. Rose also required Jack to bring a tube of Chap Stick to work, so that at all times he had a thick waxy coat on his lips.
Friday evening, Rose returned home later than usual. She stopped in the middle of the living room and matter-of-factly announced to Jack as he sat on the couch, "Next week Jackie, you are going to learn how a woman satisfies her man."
Much to Rose's amusement, Jack had a massive tantrum and put his high heeled foot down, refusing to discuss the topic. After the screaming stooped, Rose had a good laugh and relented. "Well if you don't want to learn how to gratify a man. How do you feel about a lesson in pleasing a woman?"
Pausing at the bedroom door, Jack saw a wicked gleam in Rose's eyes mixed with pure lust. Rose said over her shoulder, "Refresh your lipstick and get in here."
She tugged at his hand almost causing Jack to stumble. Jack lightheartedly inquired, "What would you have me do, Mistress?"
"On your knees, wench, and be quick about it!" Jack tensed at the word wench. Still he obeyed, and kept his eyes fixed on Rose's crotch, avoiding her gaze. Rose tasted unusual tonight, not bad just different, a little thicker discharge that was like the difference between of peppermint and menthol.
With Jack on his knees between Roses legs, a good 15 minutes later a satisfied Rose said, "Dear you can get up now; I guess every night can't be a 10."
A disheartened Jack started to immediately apologized, and pleaded for more time to satisfy her. An amused Rose patted the bed next to her. She simply responded, "No Jack you misunderstand. I'm not dissatisfied. Quite the contrary, your performance tonight was rated a 12.5 by the judges. Honey, I have to tell you how proud I am of you. You efforts have been above and beyond; you need to know me and your country appreciates your sacrifices and hard work. You never knew my brother or my father. They both would consider you to be a true American patriot and a real hero."
Jack stood and headed to the bathroom to brush his teeth, he called out to Rose, "Thanks for the compliments, but I don't feel much like Audie Murphy or Sergeant York."
"Of course not silly, think more along the lines of Mata Hari."
Jack did a double take on that one and thought back to his high school history class, "Wait a minute, wasn't she caught and executed?"
Rose laughed to put Jack at ease and said, "Come to bed, you need your beauty sleep. Everything will be fine; you have my word on it."
The days all began to run together, then finally it was again Saturday. Rose returned from her morning shower and found Jack still in bed. She declared, "Here honey, let me help you get dressed. We'll start with your corset; you have a full day of cleaning ahead of you. I expect you to clean the entire house, while I go out to meet with a friend. If you get done before I get home, the garage could use a good cleaning as well."
When he asked her who the friend was, Rose erupted, "Jack, how dare you ask me, is it a man or woman! In either case, it's none of your business. Get to work. I will be back in time for a formal inspection. The floors had better be clean enough to eat from!"
Rose dressed in a tight fitting knit outfit which accentuated her curvy figure. She turned to a grumpy Jack, "Jack, stop your constant pouting, and just get to work. How many times do I have to remind you, time is critical to get you ready, we can't afford for you to take days off."
Saturday was an exhausting day of nonstop work for Jack. He scurried around the house dutifully performing all his assigned chores, cleaning, washing, ironing, cooking, and scrubbing the floors. Upon her return, Rose was in a foul mood, her premenstrual cramps had started. She inspected the house and critiqued every miniscule flaw.
She laughed her ass off when she accidently bumped into Jack as he carried their meals to the table. The collision was violent enough to spill one of the plates on the floor. The look on Jack's face as the food fell on his spotless kitchen floor was precious. Rose pointed to the pile on the gleaming linoleum, "She handed him a fork and spoon and said, "You made the mess now clean it up."
Jack couldn't believe she expected him to eat it off the floor. He took a fork and in resignation got down on his knees and started to eat. He ate his banquet off the kitchen floor one scoop at a time, wanting nothing more than to get it over with. Rose kept taunting him with "Remember Daisy, small petite bites, no gulping." Then she handed him a napkin said, "Remember a lady always pats her lips with her napkin."
Rose had been in a bad mode for the last few days. She had been to her reproductive health endocrinologist (i.e. her fertility doctor) and received a shot containing a high dosage of hormones to help her to become impregnated, thus launching her on a rollercoaster ride of emotions. Than tonight the curse of every woman, the red tide came a calling.
"Few tasks are more like the torture of Sisyphus than housework, with its endless repetition: the cleaned becomes the soiled; the soiled is made clean, over and over, day after day." Simone-de-Beauvoir
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A NOTE REGARDING THIS STORY.
This is a fictional chronicle of a normal hardworking guy named Jack. The federal government made him an offer he couldn't refuse. All they asked was for Jack to go undercover to help the U.S. Government ensnare a terrorist.
Any resemblance of the characters depicted in the story to actual individuals is coincidental. All events are the sole responsibility of the author. None of the scenes in this story depict minors engaged in any sexual encounter.
This story has been previously posted on other sites. It is being posted here with a strong rewrite; some new chapters have been added. I had my BFF Monica Rose edit the material so it should be more readable. Marina
Marina: [email protected]
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Chapter 10 - Steffi Loses tThe Right To Wear White
We live in a world where losing your phone is more dramatic than losing your virginity.
Fred had snuck into the bathroom to have a private conversation with his girlfriend, Lucy. He took the opportunity to do a little sexting in anticipation of the night of hot sex he had planned.
He tiptoed back to his office he shared with Steve only to find it empty. His partner was AWOL. Fred scanned the room and saw a slip of paper on the floor beside Steve's desk. Picking it up, he recognized it as a buck slip from Mr. Hampton's Secretary. It was addressed to the two of them and read simply, 'Get your asses in here now.'
Fred straightened his tie and made sure his zipper was up, picked up a pen and notebook. Did a smart about-face and rushed out the door. He was a few yards away from the director's office when Steve came out looking like a whipped puppy.
He frowned at the expression on Steve's face, "What's up partner?"
Steve turned his head to ensure the door was closed and that no one could hear him. "It's that idiot Hampton. He says our investigation isn't moving fast enough. He's ordered us back to the Pink Pussycat club to see if we can pick up any fresh intel on Ivan."
Fred grimaced. "Can't we pass this off on someone else? That new guy in the next cubical is really gullible."
Steve thought seriously about the suggestion but realized that if something happened to the agent he would be in a world of hurt.
"It's our case. Come with me, Freddy, we'll figure something out. The one thing we can't do is show our male faces in that club. It has been positively confirmed that Ivan's gang has our mugs in his facial recognition database. That seriously narrows our options."
The ramifications of that statement hit Fred like a Mack truck, "Fuck, no. I'm not dressing as a girl again! If I'm going to get killed it won't be with me wearing a bra and panties. I want to go out as a man." said a very terrified Fred.
Thirty minutes and two cups of coffee later, Steve had formulated his simplistic plan. "Okay, here's what we'll do. I'll put on my Steffi disguise and go in alone to pump Donna for information." Steve thought to himself 'I hope that bimbette Trixie is there; I'd like to pump her for more than information.'
"I'll be wired and you will be my backup. You'll sit outside in a car and monitor my communications. If you hear the code word 'backdoor' come a running. It will mean I'm in trouble."
Fred shrugged. He liked the idea of staying out of a dress. "That doesn't sound too bad. Should I wear a vest?"
Steve laughed realizing his partner hadn’t grasped the nuances of the plan. "Not unless they make bulletproof Brassieres, you'll be dressed as Frederica. I may need a clandestine rescue. One other thing Frederica, carry a purse large enough to hold your 9 millimeter, it has more knockdown punch."
Four hours later, the two ladies were circling the club in their unmarked government car. Steve was driving and having a great time teasing his partner who sat next to him in his pink poodle miniskirt. Fred was definitely not happy.
As they cruised past the rear of the club, Steve found what he was looking for. "Look Frederica, there's a side entrance off that alley. I'll park on the corner and you stay here and monitor my conversations. Hopefully it will go smoothly and I won't need you. If I do need backup, I want to see nothing but assholes and elbows when you coming charging to my rescue. That's why I had you wear flats and put you in a miniskirt to facilitate a fast getaway."
"Yeah, right! I'm sure that's the only reason," said Fred sarcastically.
"Well that and you've got great legs," teased Steve.
Steve parked the car and gracefully climbed out of the car and watched Fred slide to the driver's seat. Fred's heart pounded in his chest, his hand rested on his gun inside his purse. He was having serious doubts about Steve's unsophisticated plan, but Steve was the senior agent so Fred had no choice.
Steve walked ten yards away and did a com check to ensure the microphone hidden in the hair comb holding back his bangs was transmitting. Fred gave his partner a thumbs-up and nervously watched Steve make his way to the front door, marveling at the ease with which he handled the five-inch stilettos he was wearing. Fred had thought Steve went overboard with his heavy dramatic makeup and skin tight red miniskirt. Steve explained it away as he was trying to attract attention this time around.
Steve entered the club and Fred immediately realized there was a serious deficiency with the plan. The music and crowd noise were all jumbled together and overwhelmed the microphone. Fred had a difficult time making out what was being said. Having no other alternative; he got out of the car and followed his partner into the club. If he couldn't hear him, he felt he should at least be able to keep an eye on his colleague.
Fred ensured his wig covered his ear piece and stepped into the lions' den. His heart was pounding as he paid his cover charge and worried about being reimbursed for it without a receipt. He watched his partner make a beeline for the bar and approach a really tall woman who was leaning against the bar. She was taller than Steve, even allowing for their high heels. She had fair skin, accented by her long black hair. She was wearing a white gauzy see-through blouse that embellished her full breasts and wore black form-fitting slacks that emphasized her long tapered legs. It took Fred a moment but then he realized the tart with his partner was the infamous Trixie. Fred stood to the side of the entryway and tried to blend in. He watched Steffi buy Trixie a drink. The two appear to become rather chummy, Fred couldn't make out what was being said in his earpiece.
The two finished their drinks and walked hand in hand to the back of the club, where they disappeared into an unmarked door.
Once they were out of the main club area, Fred's reception picked up and he could hear Steve talking, "Thanks Trix for agreeing to talk to me in private."
"No problem, Steffi, I have a room reserved for private....ah, conversations. Follow me, no one will bother us there."
Entering the room, Steve saw it was dominated by a massive double bed covered in a yellow comforter. Trixie threw his purse on a dresser. He went to a makeshift bar in the corner, poured himself a drink and asked, "Want another drink? I have my special bottle reserved for private conversations."
Fred slowly backed out the door intending to return to the safety of the car. Fred was shocked at what he heard next, from Trixie "Let's take off our dresses and get comfortable. Here sit on the bed, I'll get our drinks then we can talk all you want."
Fred slid into the car, put his purse down where he could get to it in a hurry and relaxed. He figured his partner knew what he was doing. The next thing Fred heard was a lot of girly giggles with Trixie saying, "That's a good girl drink it all."
It went quiet after that and Fred heard some sounds he couldn't identify. He was starting to get concerned when Trixie said "Steffi, lay down on the bed on your back. I prefer the top is that's alright."
He heard Steve's voice, "Can't we just talk first?"
Trixie giggled, "Oh...you're one of those girls. I bet you like to cuddle afterward too."
"Why do I feel funny?"
"It's a little GHB I slipped into your drink, it'll help relax you. Steffi, you are about to get fucked and that's the way it has to be. I'm sorry you seem to be a sweet person. I love girls like you. I plan on riding your clit for a wonderful climax. Then when you're spent I intend on planting my seed in your sweet ass."
"What the hell are you doing now, Trixie?"
"You mean the handcuffs? They're my insurance policy. I just wanted to assure you don't go anywhere until I'm done with you. You'll enjoy this I promise. We can change places later."
"Get off me," mumbled Steve.
With a heavy sigh, Trixie climbed off the bed, "I have ways of handling complainers. Open wide while I stuff my panties into that sexy mouth of yours."
Trixie climbed back atop Steve and straddled his waist, she removed the cheap breast forms in his bra and played with his man boobs. She took off her bra and shook her hooters at Steve.
"Do you like my tits Steffi? I got mine the old fashioned way...silicone injections, before they became outlawed. Aren't they lovely?"
Steve may have been in a stupor but a pair of gigantic breast inches away was still enticing. He nodded his head yes with great gusto.
Trixie announced, "Great! I like my girls to have the real thing, Steffi; I'll fix you right up."
Steve tried unsuccessfully to spit out the nasty gag, while Trixie went to a small safe in the room and withdrew six hypodermics needles filled with a cloudy liquid. "Lucky for you I still have six silicone injections leftover from my stash. When you leave here girlfriend you're going to have a full B cup. I promise!
"Oh, the look on your face is precious. You can thank me later, now let's get started, three in each tit will start you out nicely. Come back in a month and we'll do it again."
Fred was beyond worried; he started to panic. He opened the car door and started toward the side door. He pulled up short when, out of the shadows strode a mountain of a man; he had arms as large as most men's legs. He walked to the side door and disappeared inside. Fred thought 'This is not going well he looks like the guy we had previously identified as Trixie's pimp.'
Not sure what to do, Fred decided to wait it out. After all he hadn't heard Steve's panic word. Fred went back to the security of his car. He climbed in and ensured all the doors were locked. He pressed his earpiece deeper into his ear trying to hear what was going on.
Fred jumped when he heard rather clearly a deep man's voice, "Trixie what the hell are you doing?"
"Oh hi, Tom. I'm about to slide my friends pole up my hole. What do you think I'm doing?"
"Get off him; you know all tricks are to be run through me."
"But Tom, I promised Steffi he would get the fucking of a life time. Look he has a nice stiffy."
Steve freaked out, even in his drug addled brain. He frantically pulled at his restraints. When he thought things couldn't get any worse they did. Tom dropped his pants and pulled out a penis the size of a cucumber which could feed a family of four. Steve's pole shrunk like someone had let the air out of a balloon.
Tom leered at his captive and said, "He'll get the fucking of a life time alright; but it'll be by me."
Tom unlocked the cuffs holding Steve's legs to the bed one at a time and forced the leg up so he could reattach them to his hands. Steve was now a pretzel with his ass totally exposed.
Tom strode over to his victim and spit on his penis for lubrication and with no foreplay drove into Steve with all the finesse of bull in a china shop. He pile drove his tool time and time again. He ripped and tore his way to self-gratification. By the time he was done, Steve was only half-conscious. Tom pulled out of the girly man under him and wiped himself off with Steffi's dress he found laying around.
With a self-satisfied smile on his face he turned to Trixie and grabbed her by the hair. "Did you get paid?"
"No, this was a freebee."
"Bullshit! Give me his purse."
Tom dumped out the contents found the wallet and emptied it. In the process he found Steve's security card. "What the fuck, he's a cop. Get him cleaned up and I'll dump him in the alley."
While Trixie was scurrying around gathering his clothes, Tom noticed the empty hypodermic needles on the dresser. "Trixie, what are those? You aren't into drugs again are you?"
"No, those are left over silicone. I injected my friend to give her boobs."
"Did you get these from my safe?"
"Yes, why? I thought that's where you kept them."
"You idiot! Those old silicone injections were dangerous and outdated. I replaced them all with extra strength estrogen, which I keep for my girls. If you gave this guy six shots," Tom did the quick mental math and went on, "That's a year's worth of girlie hormones. It serves the pig right," then laughing he said, "SOW would probably be the better term now. Now get him dressed and fix his makeup."
Noticing the blood trail coming from his ass, Tom added, "Put one of those pad things in his panties to control the blood flow."
Tom laughed at the irony of the situation and said, "Hell, he'll probably be menstruating in a month so he'd better get used to them things now. The next time you see him he'll probably have grown his own boobs."
Fred pulled out his pistol and headed for the door. He was so nervous he piddled his panties. Just as he got to the door it flew open, his partner was unceremoniously shoved out into the alley and the door slammed shut.
Fred helped Steve to the car and laid him face down on the back seat.
Fred sat in the driver's seat and asked, "Why didn't you use your code word?"
"That's hard to do with dirty underwear stuffed in your mouth. Now get me to a hospital, that bastard did something awful to my innards. God I hurt!"
"I'll call the duty officer and let him know what's happened."
"Fred, don't you dare. No one is to ever know I was butt fucked. You take me to the emergency room, they'll patch me up. Then I'll spend a couple of days at your place recuperating. Call my wife and say we're undercover. Then call the office and tell them I'm taking a few days of personal leave."
Fred pulled up to the emergency room entrance. He went for help and came back with an orderly pushing a wheelchair.
With two sets of helping hands Steve managed to extricate himself from the back seat. He gingerly sat in the chair and winced at every small bump. There first stop was check in, where the lady behind the Plexiglas inquired how the patient intended to pay. Fred started to get his medical card out and Steve stopped him with a stare. Steve pointed to Fred and said we're a couple, "She'll pay, we have no insurance. Isn't that right, Frederica?"
Fred swallowed twice and hoped his credit cards had enough on it. He had heard the nightmare stories of emergency room costs.
Steve was taken back to the exam room; while Fred decided he'd remain in the waiting room. He wanted no part in explaining how Steve had received his injuries. Plausible deniability was his creed. If asked he would just say he had a radio malfunction.
Twenty minutes later two nurses came out giggling and a pretty young redhead walked over to Fred. "Your friend will be alright. He insisted that he was attacked so we did a rape kit on him. Get him to the police as soon as possible if he really wants them to investigate. There is no internal damage just some tearing at the rectum. The doctor stitched him up. He recommends your friend have nothing but soft food for a few days, he has written a prescription for a stool softener. He also strongly suggests you and your girlfriend avoid anal sex for a long time."
Fred blushed bright red and closely examined his shoes. The nurse said, "Sweetie it's alright we see this kind of thing all the time from 'girls' like you. I personally never saw how getting something stuffed up your bum could be pleasurable. I guess you have to use what's available."
She hesitated before continuing. "Some advice from a medical professional? Use a condom next time."
Fred stammered out, "It wasn't me."
"Yeah, I've heard that before too. Just be careful."
With anal sex, I suggest you start gently. Find a slender midget.
Or a member of Congress." Jarod Kintz
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A NOTE REGARDING THIS STORY.
This is a fictional chronicle of a normal hardworking guy named Jack. The federal government made him an offer he couldn't refuse. All they asked was for Jack to go undercover to help the U.S. Government ensnare a terrorist.
Any resemblance of the characters depicted in the story to actual individuals is coincidental. All events are the sole responsibility of the author. None of the scenes in this story depict minors engaged in any sexual encounter.
This story has been previously posted on other sites. It is being posted here with a strong rewrite; some new chapters have been added. I had my BFF Monica Rose edit the material so it should be more readable. Marina
Marina: [email protected]
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Chapter 11 - A Little Discipline Never Hurt Anyone
"Tired mothers find that spanking takes less time, than reasoning and penetrates sooner to the seat of the memory."
Steve lay on Fred's couch that first night back from the emergency room. His mind just would not turn off. He was depressed and still felt dirty, even after several showers. He relived those terrible few minutes over and over in his head; he felt pain, anger, loneliness and an overwhelming sense of shame.
For the first time in his life, he was dealing with confusion over his masculinity. For years, he had enjoyed an occasional session of dressing as a woman. His wife was open-minded and said she understood his unconventional hobby, if not accepted it. Now...he began to wonder if perhaps he was more than a cross dresser. The shame of his deflowerment wouldn't go away. It had changed him in more than a physical way. He couldn't look himself in the mirror without feeling humiliated, even debased. He would never be the same person, that much he knew.
The demons of self-doubt came most often when Steve was left alone to recuperate while Fred was at work, Steve turned to drink to numb the pain, sometimes in the mornings after Fred had left for the office; but most certainly in the evenings.
Unable to hide any longer, he had to return to work and to his wife. What could he possibly tell her? The morning of the fourth day, Steve got up and forced himself to go into work and face his boss. Fred, the asshole, greeted Steve as he entered the office with a bottle Midol. Steve swore to get even but thought what the hell and gulped two tablets down without the aid of water. He gingerly made it to his desk and stood debating what to do next, when the chief walked by the open door. His bulbous carcass filled the entryway and blocked the daylight like a full solar eclipse.
"Good, you're back," he barked. "Garibaldi, in my office now! I want a full report on how our operation is going."
"Yes Sir, let me get a cup of coffee and I'll be right there."
"Fuck the coffee! I'll get my girl to get us both cups. Come on, walk with me."
Steve fell in behind his boss and, despite the pain, was able to just keep up with the man.
Director Hampton assumed his normal position behind his desk. He loosened his tie and motioned for Steve to have a seat. Steve declined, "No thanks boss. I'd rather stand if it's alright with you."
"No skin off my back. What's the matter with you? You walk like you've got a potato stuffed up your butt."
Steve had prepared for this moment, "It's kind of embarrassing. The reason for my time off involves hemorrhoids. They flared up; I'll be alright in a few days."
Being his normal sensitive manager, Hampton went on, "That's too much information. I don't care about your asshole. Tell me how we are progressing on turning our volunteer into a first class fairy."
"Things are progressing. They are just moving a little slower that I would like. I have a date... I mean a meeting with the wife tonight. I'll see what I can do to move things along a little faster."
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Meanwhile at the office, Jack had just put down a copy of Cosmopolitan magazine, bewildered at the article he had just finished. Jack had never considered giving a female employee a compliment on her looks as harassment, but, confusedly, Cosmopolitan disagreed. Jack stood at the elevator waiting for an empty car to take him to his meeting with Mike, when a man standing next to Jack commented as a plain looking, but well endowed secretary walked by. Under his breath, just loud enough for the woman to hear, he commented, "Hubba hubba baby, nice set of hooters you got there."
The woman walked on and simply ignored the degrading comment. Suddenly Jack was furious. "Buddy, I don't know who you are but that was uncalled for."
"What's your problem, you gay or something? I'm just letting her know I like her assets. If someone told me I had a big, beautiful penis, I would take is as a form of flattery. I'd know they were lying, but I'd know they were trying to flatter me nonetheless. I don't think there is an honest man who would say that he doesn't want to be told he has a big beautiful penis. That's how prostitutes make half their money, after all. But complement a woman on her breasts, and suddenly she's offended, give me a break. Dames, even plain ones like her, need to know we are appreciative of their efforts to be attractive."
The stranger's skewed philosophy was incredibly offensive to Jack. He felt like he was shaking as he cut into this jerk.
"A prostitute does not compliment your penis over dinner or in the hallway on the way to the copy room. No, she does it in a private, rather intimate setting. If you compliment a woman's breasts in a similar setting, it is perfectly acceptable. Friend, women go to a lot of trouble to look attractive, that doesn't give you the right to objectify them."
The man was speechless, unsure if the guy he was talking to was a real man.
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Rose met with Steve at a dimly lit out-of-the-way bar. Rather than their customary table, Steve insisted they stand at the bar for their discussion. This suited Rose just fine, she could only stay a few minutes as she had a date with Mike and a new client for happy hour at their favorite hangout, a little pub near the office.
Steve was rather insistent that Rose accelerate her husband's reeducation. He explained he was under immense pressure from work to speed up Jack's conversion into a passable, submissive transvestite.
Rose listened politely, more amused at Steve's predicament than sympathetic. She sipped on her drink and stared at the cocky chauvinist in front of her, she could tell that there was something different about him. His eyes contained a sadness that hadn't been there before. She let Steve vent and finished her cocktail, placed it back on the bar and gave Steve her best schoolmarm glare, "Listen to me Mr. Government man, I'm doing this as fast as I can. There is just so much Jack has to learn – it takes time."
"Well we're running out of time. If you can't do the job, we'll snatch him up and find someone who can."
"Don't bullshit me Steve. We both know that wouldn't work. I'll do it my way! When Jack is ready to be exposed as a sissified man, you'll be the first to know. Now unless you have something else, I have an appointment. Be sure and leave the barmaid a nice tip. I'm off. Ta Ta for now."
Rose almost missed her exit on the drive home because she was so lost in thought. She reviewed her training program with Jack and could find nowhere she could speed things up. She didn't want Jake to end up as a brainless broken caricature of a drag queen. She wanted her husband back, albeit a softer more feminine version. The very thought of him totally feminized sent lightning bolts of thrills through her body.
It was late when Rose finally arrived home, a little drunk and very irritable. She stormed into the living room in a huff.
First that fool Steve had confronted her in the bar. How dare he challenge her judgment! He had accused her of going easy on Jack, well by god she'd show him! Because of her impromptu meeting and followed by happy hour with Mike, the damn client never showed so she spent the night fending off her boss' advances. She hadn't time to get a refill of Midol, and was therefore totally out of her pain meds. How she hated this time of the month!
Rose stormed into the living room to find Jack had completed his bath and was waiting on her. He had the audacity to have borrowed Rose's LBD, and anxiously awaited her arrival. Hormones and PMS combined with copious amounts of alcohol can be a toxic combination as poor Jack was about to find out.
Jack stood as Rose entered the house and assumed his sissy pose for her. One hand on his hip, the other extended to the side with a limp wrist.
Even with all of her discomfort, Rose as still civil. "I'm sorry I'm late, I met up with Mike and only planned on having one maybe two drinks, then head home. But I got hung up."
Daisy surprised the hell out of Rose when he turned on her with a vengeance, "You are not sorry! Please don't pretend you are! I've about had enough of your callous attitude towards my feelings!"
Rose's control precarious control of her emotions gave up the ghost. "God damn you Daisy, you are such a slut and that is with a capital S! Don't you ever speak to me again in that tone of voice!"
She herself a water glass of Scotch. She was really pissed now, first Steve had challenged her and now Daisy tried to stand up to her. That was not going to happen. Rose nonchalantly excused her delinquency on the fact that Mike had invited her out for a drink, or two, or three after work to celebrate a new contract. She explained, she had stayed a lot longer than planned, but Mike can be really persuasive when he puts his mind to it. She explained that work took precedence over Jack's hurt feelings, he needed to man up and except that fact. Jack stood silent before her, shame covering him like a cloak.
"So...Since we're getting a late start, you are going to have to work twice as hard to make up for lost time."
For the next hour, Rose sat perched in her chair sipping her Scotch. She arrogantly surveyed her submissive vassal with constant denigrating comments.
"Stand Up straight. Heel-toe, heel-toe. Watch your posture, hold your chin up, suck in your stomach, straighten and elongate your spine, keep your weight forward, on your toes, do not lean like the Tower of Pisa, whatever you do don't let your legs spread open, swivel your hips, don't bob your head, remember to flow, make every movement smooth, take smaller steps, keep your legs close together, limp wrist you idiot. Damn it Jack, can't you do anything right?"
An infuriated Rose positioned herself at one end of the room.
"You are a dumb blonde airhead. Let me go over the fundamentals one more time. Try and pay attention this time. One foot in front of the other, short steps, elbows in, forearms parallel to the floor, wrists limp with your fingers pointed out, wiggle the hips. Mince down the line like a ballerina. Don't clump, move smoothly. Okay, now I want to see how you do it and finish by gracefully sitting in that chair. We have done this 100 times; let's see if just once you can get it right."
She pointed to the easy chair and said, "Show me what you have learned. Now cross to the chair gracefully and sit down like a lady. Remember to smooth the skirt under you. Then swivel into position, and cross your legs at the thighs, remember good upper body posture at all times. Keep your hands folded demurely in your lap. Once you have accomplished that simple task, stand and walk to the other side of the room. Make a runway turn, like we practiced and then repeat the process back to the chair!"
Unhappy with his first few attempts, Rose had Jack get up and walk across the room time and time again. After an hour, Jack had failed to meet Rose's exacting standards.
Jack, in exasperation, collapsed in a chair in a very un-lady like manner. Jack sternly told his wife, "Rose, I'm exhausted! Could we take a break?"
"Daisy, do you think a true woman gets to call a timeout? When we have our period and are bloated and have stomach cramps, can we hit the pause button? I think not. You'll do this until it becomes second nature. Now get up, walk across the room and lower yourself in that chair like a lady."
Jack audaciously responded, "Then I quit!"
With determination in his voice he said, "I've changed my mind. I thought this might be fun, even a little kinky, spending all this extra time with you, dressed like this. I'm tired of being nothing but the scullery maid on the weekends, and your dress up doll during the week. I never signed on to be worked like a slave, besides my feet are killing me in these heels."
Rose was not accustomed to being challenged, certainly not by her husband. Her temper just snapped, her face became beet red, the veins in her neck throbbed, it appeared she was about to have a stroke. She sucked air through her clutched teeth and said, "My, my, aren't we feisty tonight. I'll strip you naked and have you tethered to a post in the front yard if I want. I seem to have a revolt on my hands. Let's knock off all this macho hypocrisy, you like all the silky underwear and makeup. You just aren't man enough to come out and say it. You quit my ass!
"Well, 'Mr. I Quit' let me tell you something. You are only a spoiled and selfish bitch! I thought the man I married was made of sterner stuff than that. What happened to him? I guess I don't know the real you? My father and my brother gave their lives for this country, and you whine that you're tired and your feet hurt. How about I give you something to take your mind off your feet? You relax and stay there I will be right back and we'll discuss your decision to give up. While I'm gone take your girlie panties off you haven't earned the right to wear them."
Several minutes later, Rose staggered back from the den obviously still under the influence; she wasn't going to be passing any sobriety tests in the near future. Unsteady on her feet, she leaned against the sofa for support. Rose with her hands hidden behind her back had a devilish smirk on her face. Jack could see her temper brewing like a witch's caldron, just beneath the surface of her smiling face. The disturbing glint in her eyes sent a chill down Jack's spine.
Rose declared in a menacing manner, "Honey, come stand here! History has taught us there are two ways to handle revolts. The first is through negotiations and compromise. The second is through the use of overwhelming force to ensure total capitulation. Which course of action do you think I have settled on?
"This overseer is going to show her field hand how these things were handled in the good old days. I don't have a bullwhip however this will just have to do for now."
Producing a ping pong paddle from behind her back, Rose grabbed Jack's wrist with a surprising amount of force and dragged her husband over her knee. Jack, in high heels and tightly corseted, was unsteady and unable, even unwilling, to resist a determined Rose. Besides poor naive Jack viewed this as a prelude to some sort of sex game.
Hiking up his skirt exposed his plump derriere, Rose told Jack, "Well, 'Mister, I quit', before I am finished, you will be begging me to take high heels to work so you can practice over lunch."
She started to spank Jack with the paddle. Her first few attempts were so pitiful Jack playfully kicked his legs, actually laughing nervously and found being manhandled by his wife slightly erotic. That was to prove to be a gigantic mistake.
"Think this is funny do we? Well let's see what my dainty damsel thinks about this. I'm going to do some serious tenderizing on your ass."
Forcing Jack's head down with one hand, she put all her strength behind her efforts. Drawing the paddle back well over her head she administered a couple of quick swats. To Jack's consternation, it started to hurt. Jack's slight erection had rapidly disappeared as this no longer seemed like a game.
Jack held back the tears and tried to slip into a state of angry resentment. "Oh for heaven's sake Rose, stop this right now! You told me I could quit anytime I wanted."
Now it was Rose's turn to laugh. "Oh grow up you naive sissy, I have promised you a lot of things that I had no intention of following through on. That pledge was made wholly to get you to cooperate with me. Tonight's entertainment has just begun. It seems one of us is in for a very long night. It's certainly not going to be me. Just remember sweetheart, this is going to hurt you a lot more than me!"
Rose now put every ounce of her strength into each swing. So far, Rose had focused all her efforts on one buttock. As the cheek turned bright red, she paused to ask, "Jackie, have you read the bible?"
Jack replied "Of course!"
Rose countered with, "So have I. Do you know my favorite passage? It's the one about turning the other cheek, let me show you how that works!"
Her future efforts now were evenly divided between both fleshy targets.
The hard slaps quickly reddened the alabaster flesh. Rose found she loved the swish of the paddle just before the sharp report of it smacking flesh. The control over her husband had a sexual component for Rose. She settled into a steady cadence, much like the rhythm of intercourse. She would pause at the apex of her swing just to increase Jack's anticipation. She adored the way he tensed in expectation of the blow landing and lurched forward as each stoke impacted. Moreover, she immensely enjoyed the guttural groan he would emit as she abused his ass. Most of all, she found herself elated at his total helplessness and her absolute dominance over her husband. The spectacle of his legs spread; with his balls dangling between his red and pink thighs got her pussy wet. Reinvigorated with this sexual rush Rose resumed her assault on the quivering buttocks. Jack eventually began to plead, although Rose was unaffected by his petitions for clemency.
She had no doubt that his cries of anguish were genuine and that his pleas for mercy were sincere. She was just as convinced that, on a deeper level; he enjoyed the physical pain and basked in the humiliation inspired by that pain. At heart, she was certain; all men were pussies, compared to her father and brother. She was punishing Jack for not being man enough to be a soldier like her brother.
Rose, in her alcohol enhanced state was lost in the rapture of empowered femininity. Her previous steady rhythm as long since lost as she found herself transported into that Norse warrior's trance-like fury state of berserker. The paddle rose and fell in a flurry of strokes, striking first one cheek and then the other, alternating back and forth so that neither buttock was favored nor spared.
Pausing to catch her breath, Rose looked down and admired her handiwork. She thought, 'Red, white, and blue how patriotic of him'. In the silence of their living room, the cracks of wood against flesh sounded like gunshots. She paused to catch her breath and Jack had the audacity to ask, "How could you do this to me?"
"It's for your own good! As a guy, I think it was Jim Rohn said, 'We must all suffer one of two things: the pain of discipline or the pain of regret or disappointment.' I have no intentions of coming out of this ordeal with any regrets."
Rose returned to the task at hand with the slightest of misgivings. Her husband lurched, cajoled, whimpered and implored every deity he could think of for assistance. Each of his cries and petitions were but music to her ears. 'This cringing weakling deserves to be punished – it will only toughen him up for the hard times to come,' thought Rose. His petitions did not elicit clemency from Rose. Quite the contrary, she only intensified her efforts as she rained a quick succession of forceful blows on the unfortunate man who was held captive across her lap.
His cock that was once stiff had withered under the pummeling that his buttocks were receiving. Rose found she was bewildered by the conflicting emotions passing through her. She loved her husband and realized this incident would forever transform their relationship. The passion, lust, and exhilaration of dominance penetrated and marinated her very soul.
On some level, deeper than that of physical pain, Rose thought her husband was enjoying his plight as he certainly deserved it. She smiled at his early erection, which was proof positive of his enjoyment of his status as a mere thing subject to her will. Feeling his initial erection withering, Rose taunted her husband; "Well dear it appears your Arrow of Love has been temporarily de-feathered."
In trepidation, Jack realized for the first time that he was actually afraid. In point of fact, terrified of this woman, his wife! The next stroke of the paddle brought a blinding flash of searing pain. Jack screamed so loud, Rose was concerned the neighbors would become curious and attempt to intervene.
Her exertion produced perspiration that made her hair glisten, as if she had been caught in a rain shower. It was liberally dripping down her face onto the tenderized ass, the moisture adding to the overall effect. Rose was so lost in her frenzy, she was frothing at the mouth, as spittle flew from her clenched teeth and augmented the perspiration pooling on Jack's ass.
Jack was now unashamedly bawling like a baby and pleading for mercy. Rose wouldn't even acknowledge his sniveling. Rose kept flailing until finally, miraculously for Jack, the paddle handle broke.
Thankful at the interruption, Rose lowered her bawling husband off her lap and onto the floor. She stood to retrieve another paddle and felt a trickle on her thigh. Rose realized she was so aroused she'd soaked through her panties. At least she hoped it was it was arousal and not her menstrual discharge running down her leg.
Jack groveled on the floor and grabbed her ankle and groaned in the midst of a flurry of supplicating tears, "Rose have pity, I spoke out of frustration. I freely admit I deserved your punishment; although I'm begging you let me take the shoes to work so I can practice, just please don't hurt me anymore."
Neither said another word, Rose stood and locked eyes with her husband. His eyes were awash in tears, which fell like a monsoon rainstorm. Hers contained a frenzied almost demented glee. Jack tried to maintain eye contact, hoping to unearth the real message in her eyes but couldn't hold her glare any more than he could stare at the sun.
This brief encounter seemed to create a mutual understanding there had been a titanic shift in their relationship. Jack was filled with shame and regret. He felt he had lost his dignity and self-respect. Somehow he knew this was entirely his fault. There must be some character flaw in his personality that generated this response from his wife. He was determined to try harder to please Rose. As Rose regained her composure, a somber Rose began to recognize that she had gone a bridge too far. An old saying jumped into her head. 'Never discipline a child when you are angry.' Rose regretted her overreaction and prayed she could find some way to mend the rift she had just torn in their love.
As a first step in the direction of reconciliation, Rose stepped toward Jack and reached out to lovingly touch his face. He flinched at this gesture, which nearly broke her heart. She hadn't meant to hurt him only strengthen him for what was to come. His crying had left little mascara trails down his face. That disturbed Rose more than she wanted to admit. Standing there Rose was suddenly racked by a massive menstrual cramp. Taking that as a sign from Mother Nature, she dismissed her uncertainties. Rose was determined not to waste the message she had worked so hard on dispensing. Rose callously responded, "Sure, you big pansy, you can carry them in your briefcase, unless you would rather wear them in to work."
Rose knelt beside her husband and said, "During your lunch period, instead of sitting, which I imagine you would be reluctant to do anyway. You can walk back and forth in your heels while you are studying your daily assignment."
With a Machiavellian smirk, Rose added, "I am glad we have gotten this issue behind us."
As Jack squirmed on the floor, Rose announced, "Daisy Bell, I expect a much more accommodating attitude from you from this point on. Now Jack, don't try and play the poor abused spouse card and lose those sad puppy dog eyes, the sooner you realize this was entirely your fault the happier we will be. All I have done is attempt to reform your flawed character. I own you bitch, get used to it. Now tell me how sorry you are! Make it convincing or else!"
Jack sobbed inconsolably and looked up at Rose with a scared hangdog look, "You're right Rose, and I'm terribly sorry. I don't deserve someone like you. Please give me another chance. I swear I'll try harder in the future. Cross my heart." Then he made the gesture with his manicured hands.
This apology garnered a wily grin from Rose. She countered with, "Daisy you are one dumb bitch and a pantywaist sissy, but I'll give you a chance to make it up to me. Now get up, walk across the room and sit down like a lady. The last thing we want around here is a hulking drag queen. Your appearance and demeanor reflect on me. It must be perfect and 100% ladylike, if you embarrass me, you'll never feel like sitting again! Remember I'm being this tough for your own good!"
Plopping down was now out of the question. A defeated Jack stood, pulled his skirt down and sashayed across the room and daintily positioned his ass over the chair and ever so slowing lowered it on the cushion, then warily crossed his legs. After that performance, Rose mocked Jack by applauding and said, "Congratulations my fair lady. By George, I think she's got it."
At bedtime, it was a sober and remorseful Rose who decided to try to show her sorrow, however Jack was having none of it and ignored her small gestures of reconciliation. For the first night since his training had begun, Rose removed the corset from Jack's waist. While Rose was in the toilet, Jack crawled onto the bed, crying and pounding the pillows in frustration. Eventually he controlled his breathing, and lay in the darken room trying to envision what life would be like without Rose.
Even in the dark, Rode could see tears welling up in Jack’s eyes. With a voice filled with sorrow, she said, "I'm so fucking sorry, I got carried away, okay?"
He didn't respond merely wiped away the tear that was running down his cheek.
Rose had a sleepless night, laying there listening to her husband's distress. She felt every one of his sobs like a stab in the heart. She was totally conflicted. The dominance over her husband was extremely empowering and pleasurable, yet she loved that man with her whole heart and wanted to maintain a loving and supportive relationship. Rose was always a control freak, but never thought she wanted to be a dominate partner over a subservient spouse.
She spent the night trying to understand what had just happened. She was intuitive enough to realize that her poor husband was her Judas goat for her resentment to all those so called men who have not answered their nation's call after 9/11. Most disturbing was her enjoyment at Jack's plight. She had smiled at his initial erection, which was proof positive of his instinctive and emotional enjoyment of his new status as a submissive minion to her authority. Just as important she realized that his shame, helplessness, and vulnerability produced a lust in her soul.
Rose acknowledged that having total control over her loving husband was an immense aphrodisiac! The eroticism of the moment was something she would always remember. She had never felt so alive, so stimulated in her life. As the euphoria of her conquest faded, she sadly realized the moonlight and magnolia aspect of turning her husband into an instrument of her revenge wasn't going to be the glorious patriotic accomplishment she had first envisioned. There would be no bands playing no flags waving, only a man with a broken spirit.
She tossed and turned all night wondering if she could ever give up that powerful and potentially addictive drug, would those urges resurface later in their marriage...would there even be a later? Before she could solve this conundrum morning came. Being Friday, she got up and called into the office informing them Jack was ill and they wouldn't be in today. She planned to stay home and minister to her ailing husband.
Rose knew she had to do something to patch the pothole in their relationship. Mid-morning, she brought a tray with breakfast for Jack. Kneeling on the floor, she lovingly hand fed him his meal. Then, taking some cooling lotion, she tenderly rubbed his black-and-blue behind. When she finished, in a magnanimous gesture of reconciliation Rose surprised Jack by rising and tenderly kissing Jack on both ass cheeks.
The symbolism of the action was lost on Jack. He spent the day in bed trying to will away the shame and pain. At bed time, Rose returned to the bedroom wearing nothing but a flirtatious smile. She asked Jack if he could stand. Struggling to his feet, a cowering Jack wondered what devilish thing Rose had planned now.
Reading the skepticism in his face, and feeling extremely sassy, Rose coyly dropped to her knees in front of her husband with his penis at her face level. Rose was, for the first time in their married life, about to give her husband oral sex. Rose had always been taught there were some things a good girl just didn't do. Sucking on a man's pee pipe was right there at the very top of the 'do not do list.'
From her position on the floor, Rose grabbed his ass cheeks and gave them a gentle squeeze. Her husband winced in pain and Rose immediately recognized her mistake. Jack was extremely tense. The only part of his body that wasn't stiff was his cock. Rose moved her hands from the still tender ass and clapped Jack around his legs. She started licking the inside of his thighs, and worked her way to his scrotum. Rose noticed some movement in his manhood so she licked his balls. That got his cock a little firmer. Taking the next obvious step, Rose took the ball sack into her mouth and sucked very tenderly. Even in this submissive position, her need for control was overriding, so she ever so lightly bit down on one of his testes. This produced an immediate reaction as Jack's prick instantly deflated.
Rose watched her husband's face through her heavily massacred eyelashes. Rose, in a sultry voice purred, "Things were looking up from this position for awhile, what happened dear?" Returning to the task at hand Rose licked the head a few times, then took it between lips and concentrated her tongue on the spot just below the head. As the prick swelled Rose playfully began exerting just the slightest pressure with her upper and lower front teeth on the head, trying to stimulate, not injure her husband.
Jack whimpered, "Oh Rose, please don't hurt me again."
Rose felt a strong sense of supremacy. She might be degrading herself on her knees, but she was still in command. Reversing directions again, Rose bathed his prick in saliva. She licked his member from the root to the tip. Satisfied, it was properly lubricated Rose gobbled up the head. She sucked and slurped on her husband's cock. Almost as an afterthought, Rose reached for his small unobtrusive balls. Rose gently manipulated them as they bunched tightly in their wrinkled sack. Even with yesterday's drama, Rose was rewarded for her efforts. Jack's member slowly stiffened. Jack stood there with a befuddled expression. Despite the pleasure radiating from his groin, Jack was still sure Rose was up to no good. He questioned her motives but was unable to resist the delicious pleasure radiating through his body. Previously, Rose had always maintained that she thought it dirty and demeaning for any woman to do that to a man. Inexplicitly, she openly admitted that having Jack perform cunnilingus on her was just part of a husband's expected duties. For a novice, Rose's performance produced an enthusiastic response from her husband. Rose took the petite prick all the way into her mouth. With her nose resting against his clean shaven pubic bone, Rose sucked as hard as she could and ran her tongue all over his diminutive member. His man sausage swelled to its maximum, 'Almost a mouth full' thought Rose. She enthusiastically continued her ministrations of her husband's joy stick. Rose thought 'This isn't as bad as I had thought.'
Jack placed his hands on the sides of Rose's head and attempted to guide her as he thrust his hips. Noting the attempt at control, Rose lightly bit down with her teeth again and looked up at her husband. Jack sensing his mistake, immediately jerked his hands to his sides. Rose smiled on the inside and took up where she had left off. Jack's breathing became more erratic. Finally, a low moan escaped his lips. Followed by his legs trembling and his balls tightening, his eyes started to cross and roll back in his head. This quickly turned into a series of gasps, "y-y-yes." Eventually, Jack muttered a full throated, "Oh God yes!" Jacked climaxed and filled her mouth with an amazingly small amount of fluid. Rose kept sucking hard on his cock until it became soft and slipped from her mouth.
As Jack was recovering from his cataclysmic organism, he simply said, "Sweet Jeezus, Rose that was phenomenal, thank you!"
Rose made a major production of swilling his elixir of life around in her mouth. With a contented sigh, she gulped the gelatinous fluid. Licking her lips clean, searching for any missed residue, Rose stood and said "Yummy in the tummy."
She stared directly in the eyes of her astonished husband. With a quivering voice she said, "Jack, I'm so sorry for my actions yesterday. I won't attempt to justify what I did. However there were some extenuating circumstances. I had run out of my Midol and didn't have a chance to get a refill. You know I have a terrible Irish temper, especially when I drink. We both know I have control issues. I may have let it all get away from me; please don't despise me for it. Can you ever forgive me and learn to trust me again?"
Chewing on his lower lip so hard it actually produced a droplet of blood; Jack pondered the question over in his mind and stepped back creating additional space between the two. As the seconds ticked by, Rose was becoming concerned. Gathering as much dignity as he could muster, he backed up farther to create even greater space between them. His tender ass eventually touched the wall. Unsure of his wife's reactions, Jack braced himself and continued in a wavering voice. "Rose you can never un-ring a bell! On the floor yesterday looking in your face, I couldn't find any sign of love, only a cruel and vindictive woman. I admit that I was at fault and my actions were the catalyst for your anger. I'm heartily sorry for disappointing you. However I am not sure what will happen if that nasty woman were to ever return.
"Rose, I don't hate you even though I feel I should. On our wedding day, I stood in front of the minister. I took a vow and pledged to love you until the day I die. You are still my wife. Nothing has changed that. I have drunk too deeply from the cup of love. I still love you and will continue to love you. I believe love without trust is like religion without faith, neither will survive. I have already forgiven you. Nevertheless I must warn you, I'll never be able to forget what happened. I'm sorry but that's the best I can do. In the future I will try not to upset you again. So I'm asking for your forgiveness."
A remorseful Rose threw herself face down at his feet sobbing, "Jack, you are the best husband any woman could ever have. I'm the one that needs to apologize. I'm so sorry."
Rose then bathed his feet in tears until Jack became uncomfortable with the adulation and told her to rise.
Rose walked to their closet and returned with full length silk chemise and slipped it over her husband's head. The cool material sliding over his body made Jack shiver. Resting on his behind it brought some temporary relief to his throbbing ass. Having established a fragile armistice the two returned to bed, however the pillow wall remained.
For the remainder of the weekend every time Rose approached her husband, he involuntarily flinched. Once when the wind blow a door shut with a bang, poor Jack actually piddled himself. Mindful of these reactions, Rose was determined to rebuild her husband's trust.
Over the weekend, she got up early every morning and used the time to reevaluate what she was doing. The need for revenge still burned brightly in her bosom. Someone needed to pay for what happened to her brother. The government had given her the opportunity to wreak justice on at least one terrorist. She was going to get her vengeance. She just knew in the bottom of her heart at the conclusion of the operation the amalgamation of Jack - Daisy would come home to her, as a strong self-assured female. Daisy would be a better soul mate than the weak effeminate man Jack currently was. Jack may resent her now, but would thank her one day for what she is doing to and for him.
Monday morning found Jack gingerly exercising in their family room. His early enthusiasm for training had turned to a grim determination. That morning, Rose laced Jack into a new waist cincher, and had him wear a pair of turquoise satin panties that soothed his bruised hind end.
The couple left the elevator at work and Rose handed Jack his briefcase. Without thinking, she gave Jack a playful pat on the ass. To emphasize her point, she commented, "Your heels and reading material are in the case; remember to practice for the full hour. See you later princess."
Then she blew him an insulting little kiss. Jack turned his back on Rose so she wouldn't see the tear running down his cheek. As he made his way to his office, what he failed to notice were the tears in Rose's eyes.
A NOTE REGARDING THIS STORY.
This is a fictional chronicle of a normal hardworking guy named Jack. The federal government made him an offer he couldn't refuse. All they asked was for Jack to go undercover to help the U.S. Government ensnare a terrorist.
Any resemblance of the characters depicted in the story to actual individuals is coincidental. All events are the sole responsibility of the author. None of the scenes in this story depict minors engaged in any sexual encounter.
This story has been previously posted on other sites. It is being posted here with a strong rewrite; some new chapters have been added. I had my BFF Monica Rose edit the material so it should be more readable. Marina
Marina: [email protected]
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Chapter 12 - Regrets
Rose decided to take a walk in a local park over lunch; she needed time alone to think. She immediately came to the realization that, due to her lack of opportunity/qualifications she was using Jack as her surrogate to be the hero that the rest of her family was. She loved him for that; he truly was her knight in shining armor. She chuckled to herself and became a bit aroused as she thought of his armor being made of layers of silk and lace, rather than metal chain-mail.
She thought about her actions of that evening, overwhelmed with regret. Her tears flowed freely and she thought that her heart would break. Changing the body and nature of someone she loved to fit her own desires, probably was a tad narcissist, but it was also for the greater good of the country. After all, the ends do justify the means. Her only hope was that Jack loved her enough to get through the next phase of his training, where there would be more carrot than stick.
There was no question she had crossed the line that night. Between her Irish temper, menstrual cramps and copious amounts of booze she had consumed; the results were predicable. She had simply lost it. She agonized over what she had done to Jack so far and what she must continue to do according to the government's plans. Her natural inclination was to be dominating, but now she realized she might have crossed over to the dark side and become a dominatrix toward her husband. A feminized Jack would be the culmination to all her fantasies; however she was beginning to grasp Jack did not share the same point of view. He is currently going along with her demands simply to get along. There was no real commitment on his part. She decided she would have to ease up on her treatment or risk losing her soulmate. God she hated that cliché, but there was no other word that described how she felt about Jack.
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During the morning, Jack stood next to his desk making cold calls trying to dig up new business. He still could not sit down comfortably. Between calls, he thought about his situation with Rose. He had always felt grateful that a woman like Rose would love a man like him. He wasn't rich or good-looking so having a powerful, smart, gorgeous woman as his wife made him feel he had won the lottery. For the first time, he found himself questioning her love. As a contingency plan, he took the time to examine his personal finances to see if he could live alone without Rose. He did an online search for cheap one-bedroom apartments near work. He didn't want to leave Rose. He wanted their marriage to work out, but he wasn't going to live where he wasn't appreciated and loved either.
During the lunch break, Jack wandered down to the cafeteria for a cup of coffee. He had stopped asking the girls in the office to fetch him coffee, feeling if it wasn't in their job description, he wasn't going to demean them into being maids. He stood in line waiting to pay, when he watched Phil, one of his salesmen, casually pinch the ass of a woman standing in front of him.
He flinched and reached for his bruised derrière as the young woman jumped in surprise and turned to face her assailant, Jack expected a verbal encounter at the very least. But seeing who it was, she meekly turned her back on Phil and paid her bill. Jack had witnessed things of this nature before, but this time he wasn't going to just let it pass. He stepped out of line and said "Phil, may I have a word with you?"
"Sure boss what is it?"
"I saw what you did to Sally and I don't approve."
"It was nothing, she didn't say anything."
"I don't care; I won't stand for women being treated with disrespect."
"What are you going to do about it? You won't fire me; I have been your best salesman six months running."
"You're right, I can't fire you! The moment you put your hands on the woman you no longer had a job. You have 15 minutes to clear out your desk, now get out of my sight before I have security throw you out!"
On the way out of the cafeteria, Phil's best friend walked with him. "What got into Mr. Sokolov?"
"I don't know Jim maybe he was upset because I didn't pinch his sissy ass, but I'm out of here. Let the asshole explain my absence to Mr. Bixby, the big boss will be plenty pissed when he finds out I've been canned."
Sally sought out Jack and thanked him for what he did. "Don't get me wrong, Mr. Sokolov. I appreciate what you did; but that kind of thing goes on all the time it can't be the first time you have witnessed harassment like that. What's changed?"
Jack shuffled uncomfortably, "I don't know Sally. I guess I just have a new perspective on things now. I promise I will never let sexual harassment happen in my presence again."
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At quitting time, Rose walked through the lobby on her way to meet Jack, who was waiting for her at their car. On the way through the lobby, she was approached by a stranger, a husky woman reeking of cheap perfume. Rose tried to brush her off but she was insistent and stepped directly into her path, "Mrs. Sokolov I need to talk to you in private, right now, it's really important."
Rose glared at the annoying person, with long blonde hair who was wearing way too much makeup and a ruffled chiffon skirt, and thought, 'There's something familiar about her, I just can't place it at the moment.' Sad she had forgotten a past acquaintance, so Rose was forced to inquire, "I'm sorry, I can't place you, have we met before?"
The woman chuckled, sadly it seemed, and said, "We have met previously, several times actually. I'm not surprised you don't recognize me. Last time, I didn't look anything like I do now. I've been going through some unplanned changes."
Rose stared at her oversized breasts and assumed she must have had some kind of cosmetic surgery to alter her appearance.
The strange woman looked around at the throngs of people passing within earshot and said, "It's probably best for now if you just call me Stephanie. We do need to talk, it's confidential and urgent."
Intrigued, Rose looked for a private corner. Being quitting time, the lobby was packed with people. Rose took Stephanie's hand and pulled her into the lady's restroom. Once inside, Steffi opened all the stall doors to ensure they were alone, and then locked the entry door, ensuring no one else could get in. Rose was fascinated by the cat and mouse game and waited for an explanation.
It wasn't long in coming, the woman reached up and pulled off a wig, to reveal agent Steve Garibaldi. Rose laughed, "And just why are you in drag mister government agent man? I'll admit you had me fooled, you almost make a convincing looking woman. Obviously this isn't your first time in a dress and heels. One word of advice, if your goal is to blend in I'd cut back about two cups sizes on the breast forms."
"Rose, I didn't come here to discuss my disguise or my cup size. I didn't have time to set up one of our normal meetings."
"I had to talk to you today before you went home. Coming here in person is high risk but had to been done." Waving his hands from his head to his toes he said, "For now, this was the best way to ensure that Steve Garibaldi isn't seen by your colleagues. It wasn't my first choice, these shoes are killing me. I've been cooling my heels in the lobby for almost thirty minutes to ensure I didn't miss you.
"I can't keep getting into costume every time I need to talk to you. So we are going to use email as a way to pass information and set up meetings."
Rose gave Steffi a funny look, and thought, 'Did the government just discover email? No wonder we're in so much trouble'. Rose waited anxiously as her new girlfriend fished in his bra and produced a slip of paper hidden there. He handed it to Rose.
"Here take this and memorize the Gmail account and password. Then flush the paper. Mrs. Sokolov, I don't know if you are aware of it, but any email sent can be read and traced. I can't send you mail nor can you send any to me. We will communicate by using this account. I'll type in a message and rather then send it I'll save it as a draft. You logon on using the password and read the draft then delete it. It's simple, clean and untraceable. Any questions?"
Steve moved next to Rose, he was so close he invaded Rose's personal space...an intimidation technique taught to all agents. "After what you did to your husband, the entire office is concerned. The last thing this operation needs is for Jack to end up in an emergency room and you get arrested for spousal abuse. Your husband is vital asset and we cannot afford to lose him, especially to some amateur homegrown dominatrix. The head doctors all agree he is at a breaking point. You need to make amends to Jack as soon as possible."
"And just how do you purpose I do that?" inquired a pissed off Rose.
Stephanie searched through his purse and cursed the long fingernails he had decided to wear. Eventually, he brought out a small vile of a cloudy liquid and handed it to Rose.
"With this. It's a variation of what is called 'twilight anesthesia' doctors use it to cause their patients to forget the pain and trauma of a procedure. The drug completely blocks memory of the incident. The act of blocking memory while allowing the pain sensation to be felt by the patient seems quite barbaric. But the government has found it useful when we have to extract information. After ingestion of this wonder drug, Jack, will remember bits and pieces of what went on, but only as a vivid dream."
Actually, the drug could be used up to several days following a traumatic event. It allowed interrogators to actually torture an enemy suspect and then inhibit the memory of the torture once they had what they wanted. They still had a couple of days left before the memory of the spanking Rose had subjected her husband to could not be eradicated. She needed to use it before it was too late.
Rose took the bottle and held it up to the light. "As long as he remembers what he was punished for, I can live with that. How do I administer it to him?"
"Just put a few drops in his drink. We mixed in a little mood stabilizer so he should become rather mellow as well. Rose, this comes from the very top. There can be no repeats of this type of behavior. Am I clear on that?"
Looking around, Rose turned a facet on high to drown out the sound of what she was about to say. She exploded and grabbed the front of the drag queen government agent's dress and pulled her/him so they were almost nose to nose. "Listen to me Stephanie! You know nothing about the real me. I am a total control freak; no one tells me how to behave!
"I was a pretty wild kid once. My friends said that I was had powerful sadistic tendencies. Maybe they were right. But this is the package you bought. There's no buyer's remorse is there?"
"No up until now you have handled the situation perfectly. I...We're concerned you might be a little hard on Jack."
Using her best Domme voice, she spat, "My first real sexual partner was a girl who called herself Stanley. She was a tough street dyke who seduced me back when I was in high school. She was a broad, muscular girl with a crew cut hairdo and a load of self-confidence. Physically, she was more man than woman; but she was a vivacious individual who lived for the moment. She totally swept me off of my feet. I was totally infatuated with her. She took me under her wing and taught a bi-curious young girl what sex was all about. She was actually the first girl to flog me, and she was my first real mentor in the gentle and subtle arts of BDSM. For spending money, she did dominatrix work on the side and was my inspiration.
"We broke up over the summer...my sophomore year. I continued to see her at dyke parties and get-togethers, we remained friendly and she continued to mentor me."
Rose pushed Stephanie, so he was backed up against the row of sinks and had nowhere to go. She kept pushing until his ass was in one of the sinks. Steve realized he needed a better antiperspirant as sweat poured out of his pits and stained his favorite blouse.
"Now that you have a clearer picture of who I am, let's talk about my husband. You see, sexually, I am possessive, dominant, bisexual, and very kinky. I never worried overmuch about the consequences of my actions on my partners. That all changed when Jack and I got together. Jack gives a lot people the first impression of being a pasty-white Clark Kent type. I wasn't exactly a blushing virgin when we met though he was. I never thought it odd. In fact, it was one of the things that attracted me to him. I was able to train him in how to please me in bed; I didn't have to deal with any previous learned traits. He has a lean, wiry body that most of woman don't find attractive, I on the other hand find it perfect for my purposes. Jack is a clever guy, though a bit of a nerd perhaps. He is awfully smart about some things, but he has always had a tin ear for nuances. You know after all he is only a Programmer!
"He has a bit of an attention deficit so his mind wanders easily. He is bored to tears with corporate work. It just doesn't excite him, but he keeps his nose to the grindstone because of his responsibilities to me and hopefully our family. He is not motivated by a need for success.
"From the first moment I spotted him, I knew he was going to be mine. Did I abuse him? Most certainly I did! My Irish temper and the booze got the best of me. Don't underestimate his resilience; he has an iron core that is not as malleable as you believe. I know him; he'll accept that and come back to me, because he loves me more than he fears my temper and its consequences."
"When I met Jack, I made a real choice to settle down and put my energy into making our relationship work. When I married Jack, I made a promise to myself that I would keep us together one way or another. I admit I lost it. But stay out of this, you gave me a job to do and I'm doing it my way!"
Rose calmed down once she had had a chance to vent and let the poor scared man up from his seat in the sink, "Yes. I regret some of what I did to him. It was caused by the confluences of several things. I realize it can be counterproductive to our current plans. I'll take care of it."
Steve took as deep a breath as his corset would allow and said, "Good. Now help me get this wig back in place so I can get out of here."
Rose spent several minutes adjusting the hair piece, and helped Stephanie with his makeup. Steve studied his reflection in the mirror and was pleased with the improvements. He picked up his purse and faced Rose. "Have you given any thought to the affair idea? My offer is still there."
Rose abruptly, inexplicably found herself laughing out loud. She ran her fingers over Steve's smooth cheek. "It's never happening with Steve, but Steffi intrigues me. You bring the handcuffs; I'll bring the strap-on."
At that Rose turned and left Steve with his jaw open, he gathered his senses enough to follow Rose out of the lavatory.
Rose came to an abrupt halt two steps out the door. There stood Mike. "I saw you go in there and wanted to remind you I'll be late in the morning. I have a doctor's appointment."
Rose thought, 'I bet he does. It's probably time for his penicillin shot. I hear gonorrhea is a bitch to get rid of.'
Mike showing his usual savoir faire stared at Rose's companion's chest and inquired, "Rose, who is this lovely creature with you?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, where are my manners? This is Stephanie."
Steve stuck his out to shake hands and said in a perfectly feminine voice, "I'm a consultant. I dropped by to give Rose some advice on a personal issue."
"A consultant, what exactly is your area of expertise?"
Steve tried to back pedal and replied, "I'm actually an expert on getting around government bureaucracy."
Mike's face brightened, he put his arm around Stephanie and started ushering her towards the bank of elevators. "That's wonderful. I could use some help there. Let's go to my office and talk about it."
The last Rose saw of the two was when Mike forced Steffi into his private express elevator. Rose hurried to her car to wait for her husband. Jack found her there ten minutes later, Rose leaning on her car and twirled her car keys.
"Hello Jack. Is my little dandy of a husband ready for another night of fun?" Jack couldn't respond his stomach was in knots. He sat speechless on the ride home. Jack didn't feel loved at that moment. He felt something that he never felt from his wife before. He felt rejected.
Rose used the quiet time to reevaluate her recent actions and formulate a plan to resurrect their relationship. As painful as it might be, Rose felt certain this was the only way to demonstrate her sincerity. She directed Jack directly into his bath. Rose went to the kitchen and turned on the oven and fixed each of them a strong cocktail. Into Jack's drink she placed several drops from the vial to help him forget and relax. As Jack was luxuriating in his warm bath, Rose entered the bathroom wearing only a robe and carried a tray of fresh baked cookies and their drinks. Rose casually slipped off the robe and knelt lovingly next to the tub. She fed Jack his favorite, warm chocolate chip cookies. He washed it down with the drug laced alcohol.
Uncharacteristically, Rose joined him in the tub. Giving the drug time to take effect, Rose tenderly washed Jack with lavender body wash and a soft luffa sponge. Jack stood for his customary shaving. This time after she finished shaving Jack's privates, Rose stood legs spread wide apart exposing herself to him. She handed Jack the oil and shaver and said "Jack, please do me bald."
A confused Jack did as asked; he took his time so as not to nick his wife's treasure.
Leaving the bath, the hairless couple headed into the bedroom. Rose walked toward the bed, stopped and downed a glass of Scotch that she had positioned on the nightstand. Jack's heart stopped; sweat poured down his arm pits as he saw lying on the bed a brand new ping pong paddle. The fear and anxiety that now coursed through his veins caused his dick to shrivel, almost retreating entirely into his body.
Rose turned her head and could see the fear and anguish in Jack's face and said, "Relax lover. Tonight no one is going to hurt you." She moved to the end of the bed, leaned over it with her plump ass sticking up. She reached for the paddle and Jack started to hyperventilate. Then over her shoulder, Rose handed the paddle to Jack. Rose knew if she didn't do this now she would lose her nerve and her whole plan would collapse. Through a beguiling smile Rose said, "Honey, I screwed up big time and am sorry. You take your time and do to me whatever you want."
Rose, fortified with the stiff drink, grabbed two handfuls of sheets and bit down on a pillow in trepidation and awaited her husband's retribution. Jack took the paddle and moved behind his panicky wife. He reached out and with a feathery touch ran his manicured hand over her buttocks. Rose jerked at the first light touch. Her back went ramrod straight, waiting for the first biting sting. Jack removed his hand allowing Rose to turn her head just enough to pick up Jack in her peripheral vision. She saw Jack draw the paddle fully back and held it well over his right shoulder and braced herself in preparation for his first blow. Rose's eyes widened, her heart raced. She wanted to scream, "STOP' however instead felt herself quivering in anticipation, then unexpectedly she found herself fiercely aroused and her nipples tingling. Jack took two practice swings that only produced a nerve racking whoosh. Her pussy felt like it was on fire. An adrenaline fueled panic set in as Rose awaited her fate.
To the utter astonishment of Rose, without saying a word Jack took the paddle and broke it over his knee and casually discarded the pieces. He knelt behind her and spent the next 20 minutes licking and sucking her pleasure garden providing her several adrenalin filled, earth shattering orgasms.
As Jack is climbed into bed, Rose knew she was the luckiest woman alive to have a man like this love her. She felt her husband was truly one of a kind; she wanted to wrap her arms around him and never let him get away.
She commented, "Jack you wow me, you are too perfect."
Jack humbly replied, "Oh Rose, you know I'm not perfect."
Then she glanced up to the camera that she now knew was partially hidden in the corner and knew her duty had to come before her immediate happiness. Rose's bliss was overcome by the siren call of revenge for her brother. So Rose coldheartedly added, "Yes dear you're right! However you will do until Mr. Perfect comes along. Now let's go to sleep."
To his credit Jack never again spoke of the spanking incident; he also never again plopped down in a chair.
You don't appreciate a lot of stuff in school until you get older. Little things like being spanked every day by a middle aged woman: Stuff you pay good money for later in life.
A NOTE REGARDING THIS STORY.
This is a fictional chronicle of a normal hardworking guy named Jack. The federal government made him an offer he couldn't refuse. All they asked was for Jack to go undercover to help the U.S. Government ensnare a terrorist.
Any resemblance of the characters depicted in the story to actual individuals is coincidental. All events are the sole responsibility of the author. None of the scenes in this story depict minors engaged in any sexual encounter.
This story has been previously posted on other sites. It is being posted here with a strong rewrite; some new chapters have been added. I had my BFF Monica Rose edit the material so it should be more readable. Marina
Marina: [email protected]
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Chapter 13 - Practice Makes Perfect
"Tell me and I forget. Teach me and I remember. Involve me and I learn." Ben Franklin
The next morning as Rose was about to enter her office, she ran into Jill, the offices biggest gossip and Mike's secretary. "Mrs. Sokolov, can we talk, I'm dying to tell someone?"
"Sure Jill, who's this about?"
"That's why I telling you. It's about Mr. Bixby."
Now she had Rose's full attention. Rose waved Jill into her office and closed the door. She leaned against her desk, as she motioned for Jill to sit in the leather overstuffed chair reserved for visitors. "We won't be disturbed. Go ahead Jill, spill the beans."
"Well last night, Mike had left and I was finishing up a report he wanted for this morning, when he returned escorting a long legged blonde floozy, his usual type so I thought nothing of it. I waited to see if he needed me for anything. They went into his office but didn't close the door. I watched Mike and her sit on the divan in his office. Mike was his usual debonair self...he held her right hand. I could see them interlock fingers as he sat next to her. Then the strangest thing happened, I watched Mike's other hand disappear up her skirt."
"Get on with it Jill, that is nothing new. That's how Mike behaves with every woman he gets alone in his office."
"I know it's what happened next that's the juicy part. That dame all casual-like bends Mike's fingers back. I heard him yelp. She stood up and made Mike stand facing her. She kept bending his fingers back. Then he must have said something because she halls off and kneed him so hard in the balls, I saw his feet leave the ground. Then she nonchalantly lets him drop to the floor. She turned and walked right past my desk."
"That's hilarious; did she say anything to you?"
"As she walked by I asked her if everything was alright. She calmly said she was fine but my boss could probably use an ice pack."
"What did you do?"
"I closed down my computer, packed up my purse, and left him curled up in the fetal position moaning on the ground. I acted like I hadn't seen a thing."
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Rose wondered if Mike had discovered Stephanie's secret. She filed that bit of information away for future use and went back to her job.
For Jack, who had fallen into a great malaise, the days fell into a routine, with Rose coming home later and later. Rose smelled of alcohol and smoke each night. With each passing day, Rose's criticisms became more biting and vindictive. Thursday night, Rose came home and voluntarily explained she was sorry for being late, but Mike had something big come up and Rose had to stay late at the office to make it go away.
Jack knew this was an out-and-out lie. He had stopped in Mike's office on his way home to get a signature. Mike's secretary said the boss had left early. He had a big date and needed to get to the hotel to reserve his room. Jack was scared to challenge Rose, most days his heart ached at the prospect of losing her, especially to Mike. Although on other days, he almost welcomed the thought of separation from this deceitful woman. The person he had fallen in love with was not the Rose he now knew. But time marched on, he had given his word to the government and he intended to meet his obligations, with or without his wife.
Saturday was another day in misery. Jack was introduced to the jiggle bra. Rose dutifully explained the bra's philosophy. It was made of sheer material surrounded by a lace edge, and was specially designed without underwire to allow the silicone forms to bounce as the wearer moves. Loosen the straps for more jiggle or tighten them down for less. There were semi-pockets designed in the back of the cups to allow the bra to hold the wearer's breast forms.
"Jack if you don't move smoothly wearing these you could put out an eye."
Rose howled at the way his faux breast would bounce whenever Jack walked normally. It was like he had two silicone wrecking balls attached to his chest. To keep his breasts under control Jack was forced to take gliding steps. Jack cleaned the house from stem to stern while Rose spent the day with her feet up reading the newspaper, only arising to conduct periodic spot checks. Jack finished folding the laundry just in time to start dinner. By evening, the bra had accomplished its intended purpose. Jack moved about the house like he was on ice-skates.
Sunday was spent on fingers and toes. Rose decided Jack's toes would be perpetually in polish. Today's color selection was a bubblegum pink. To further darken Jack's mood, Rose insisted that Jack start wearing clear nail polish on his manicured hands at all times. Jack found while out of the house he was spending a lot of his time with his hands in his pockets, until it became obvious that no one noticed or cared.
Monday morning found Jack's waist reduced by another inch. As she tightened the waist cincher, Rose jokingly commented, "I once read that in Victorian times, a woman goal was to reach a corseted waist of 16 inches. What do you think Jack, can we establish that as your goal?"
"Rose, I think 16 inches is a tad excessive. I will admit I have become accustomed to the compression and find the weekly inch reduction bearable; but let's keep this thing reasonable."
Rose laughed, "Dear everything is possible as long as you have positive mindset and put the required effort to it."
On the drive to work, Rose announced that the focus for the upcoming week was on how to carry a purse.
A bewildered Jack inquired "How hard can that be? You pick it up and go."
"My poor simpleton husband, there are a dozen conventions dealing with purses. We will practice tonight during deportment training."
That night, Rose hated to be sarcastic but she needed Jack to remain in his submissive persona, she had found he was a lot more receptive that way. Otherwise he was always questioning her directions, having to clarify every lesson was so trying. So she explained, "Let me spell this out to you in terms even a simpleton can understand. Remember, it will be the little things that make or break your feminine presentation."
Handing him a handbag she went on, "Slip your hand through the handle so it's resting on your arm just past your wrist. Turn your palm up with your fingers relaxed. Place your wrist lightly against your hip. Don't carry your purse under your arm like a football as this can ruin the line of your dress. Furthermore, don't ever carry your bag down by your side with your arm fully extended as this will only bump against your leg."
Switching out purses she handed him a small clutch purse, "Hold the bottom of the purse in your hand, resting it on the length of your index finger. Place your hand against your hip, letting the bag rest at an angle.
To carry a shoulder bag, position the strap on your shoulder. Grasp the center of the band to keep the bag from swinging. Don't wear the strap across your body this ruins the lines of your outfits."
Out of curiosity, Jack opened his handbag; Rose took the opportunity to further his education. "While we're on the subject, let's discuss what to carry in your purse. At all times include tissues, a notebook and pen, perfume, lipstick, and compact with mirror. You should also include hair clips, cell phone, emergency cash and hair brush. A young single woman like you must always carry her feminine hygiene products. Oh and one more thing, a socially active woman can never be without, protection.
"Jack don't give me that look, you know what I mean. At all the times carry several condoms for emergencies. I'm always prepared and carry a variety of sizes and types; you never know what might be needed."
"Jeez, Jack stop with the tears, I was only joking. I stopped carrying rubbers when we were married. Now all my lovers go bareback!"
To take Jack's mind off her hurtful comments, Rose insisted Jack work on walking and sitting gracefully while carrying a purse.
Rose continued, "Take care when being seated. Always keep your purse in your lap or place it alongside your chair within easy reach. Never hang it from the back of the chair."
Jack was put through his paces, standing gracefully, and gliding across the room, sitting, and repairing his lipstick, repeating it ad nauseam until even Rose became bored. To liven things up a smidgen, she decided to have Jack pour a glass of wine filled to the very top lip of the glass. He was required to carry it and his purse to a chair and sit. Jack realized he had to put the glass or his purse down first before sitting, trying to hold them both while elegantly sitting was out of the question. After Jack had mastered walking and sitting without spilling the wine, Rose had him move on to his daily cosmetology lesson.
That night during makeup time, Jack lost quit a few eyebrow hairs when he couldn't get his blush applied correctly. He managed to produce acceptable results while he still had some eyebrow hairs left, but it was close.
The following Sunday morning, Jack learned all about the rejuvenating and exfoliating benefits of facial masks. Then the couple proceeded to the lively portion of the day's festivities. With laughter in her eyes, Rose led Jack into the living room.
"Jack you know how I love to dance. Well today we're going to spend the whole day tripping the light fantastic." Clearing a space in the living room Rose turned on a special CD she had created.
The afternoon and part of the evening were dedicated to teaching Jack how to dance from the woman's point of view. They covered numerous dances, both fast and slow. Rose pledged before the month was over Daisy was going to be an accomplished dancer.
"Rose, I'm confused. You can be so cheerful and optimistic one moment then angry and apocalyptic the next, what is it you want from me?"
"Jack, you intellectually understand what is expected. For example, memorizing the dance steps is easy, but dancing with the heart is another. I want you to picture Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers gracefully gliding across a stage. Darling, I want you to feel it, not just mechanically go through the motions."
Jack responded, "Rose, if I became Ginger you would still find fault in my actions. It seems in spite of everything you still are unhappy. Why?"
"Jack, plucking your eyebrows and shaving your legs does not make you a woman. I am annoyed with you because you are still a man playing at being a woman. Think positive and stop looking at the dark side of every issue. Until you acknowledge the fact that for the foreseeable future you 'ARE' a woman, feel it in your heart and soul, I will never be content with your performance.
"Now let's get back to work. Your waltz needs more work before Daisy make's her debut next month at the company's charity ball. I am still working on finding you a suitable escort. So we can double date. Isn't that exciting?"
Jack had a panic attack and started to hyperventilate. Rose finally stopped laughing long enough to explain she had RSVP'd their invitation and said they wouldn't be able to attend this year.
However, Rose warned Jack if she was not totally satisfied with his future efforts she would go as Mike's date, and Daisy, as Jack's cousin, would accompany them as their chaperon.
"Once you replace negative thoughts with positive ones, you'll start having positive results." Willie Nelson
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A NOTE REGARDING THIS STORY.
This is a fictional chronicle of a normal hardworking guy named Jack. The federal government made him an offer he couldn't refuse. All they asked was for Jack to go undercover to help the U.S. Government ensnare a terrorist.
Any resemblance of the characters depicted in the story to actual individuals is coincidental. All events are the sole responsibility of the author. None of the scenes in this story depict minors engaged in any sexual encounter.
This story has been previously posted on other sites. It is being posted here with a strong rewrite; some new chapters have been added. I had my BFF Monica Rose edit the material so it should be more readable. Marina
Marina: [email protected]
@ @ @ @
Chapter 14 - Rose Goes Dancing
Sex is the elixir of life. It is like air! It is not important unless you aren't getting any.
It had been a tempestuous tough few weeks for poor Jack; he started the next morning doing yoga exercises. Half way through his morning routine, an excited Jack called Rose over, "Watch this sweetheart. All the flexibility training has paid off!"
Rose untangled herself from the full lotus position and watched as Jack lowered himself to his mat and for the first time in his life he did the splits. Rose was astonished and leapt on her husband and covered him with congratulatory hugs and kisses. They rolled around on the smelly mats for a few minutes just enjoying the playfulness of the moment.
As Jack dressed for work; Rose introduced several new clothing items, a Maidenform Racerback Padded Bralette and matching panty.
Jack flatly refused to put them on for work.
"Damn it Rose, I am still a man! The panty is one thing but a bra is just too much."
Laughing, Rose responded, "My little turtle dove you're being a real ditz this morning. You may have male DNA but that is the only thing that is masculine about you. Look at it like the Y in your chromosomes is on vacation for this operation, you're a lot closer to XX than XY. Just look at yourself. Your toenails are polished a beautiful coral pink, your torso is hairless and your fingernails are manicured and lacquered. And to top it all off, your hair is long enough to put in a ponytail. My darling husband, you daily wear a corset and nylons to work in addition to pretty panties. You need to let go and accept the inevitable. You haven't lost that much weight, but your diet and herbs have done a marvelous job of redistributing your body fat. Why does a bra insult your manhood? With a little makeup, I bet you could easily pass as a woman. You need to become accustomed to wearing a bra so you won't fidget like you do all weekend."
Jack eventually gave in to his assertive wife and donned the aforementioned items. Being on a roll, Rose decided now was the time to switch out his clear chap stick, for a colored one, labeled as 'Cherry Lip balm', a very inconsequential change, or so thought Jack.
Rose informed Jack that the goal for this week was to have him cross the room, elegantly sit and nonchalantly cross his legs gracefully at the thigh. The target was to make it appear that he had been doing this his whole life. With a little effort Jack's found that thanks to his new flexibility he could cross his legs; curl the top leg around so he could tuck his foot behind the opposite calf. Jack painfully discovered the most comfortable way to accomplish this was to push his man marbles up inside his body cavity using his panties to hold them in place.
About noon, Rose headed to Jack's office with an important tidbit of news concerning her dinner plans. As Rose approached Jack's office, she stumbled on two of the secretaries with their ears pressed to his door. Rose reprimanded the girls for snooping.
In defense, they explained, "It sounds like Mr. Sokolov has a woman in there, we were just curious."
Rose chastised the woman for being busybodies and announced, "Now get back to your desks! I guess I'll just drop in and see what kind of mischief my husband is up to."
Standing at the door, Rose could hear the very distinctive clickety-clack of high heels. Opening the door without knocking, Rose found her husband pacing back and forth in front of his desk, totally engrossed in a glamour magazine. A close examination of his face resulted in a reprimand for not refreshing his lip balm, "We want to keep your lips soft and kissable don't we?"
As a punishment for this transgression, Rose reached into her purse and produced a pair of tweezers and went to work on Jack's brows.
Jack whined, "Oh, please not again!"
"Jack you know the rules, you broke them and must now accept the consequences."
Jack winced but refrained from further comment, and accepted his punishment.
Eventually, Jack spoke up, "Rose, stop that this instant. Tell me what's going on?"
"Oh, Mike has asked me out for dinner. He has a proposition he wants to discuss with me. I won't be home until late. Wait up for me. We possibly will need to have a talk."
"Oh, damn not Mike again!" cursed Jack.
"Jack, watch your language! After all, Mike is our boss; you should respect him as such."
Jack fumed inside but could only accept his rebuff and he expressed his regrets grudgingly.
That night, as Jack was leaving the office, he rode down in the elevator with Laurie, a secretary, whom Jack had known for years. Much to his uneasiness, she was closely scrutinized his face, and commented, "Mr. Sokolov, I don't want to be rude but your eyebrows are different almost pretty."
Jack recoiled at her choice of words and turned to face away from the young woman.
Laurie affectionately touched his arm. "I'm sorry Mr. Sokolov I wasn't trying to offend you. It was intended as a compliment, pretty was the wrong word, they do give you a very smart GQ unisex kind of look."
"Thanks Laurie. I'm trying to clean up my act and dress nicer and take care of myself a little. You really like the look?"
"Yes Sir. I think it works for you, no offense; but I never thought the Brook Shield unibrow look was good for anyone."
A mortified Jack drove home. Jack spent the time thinking about his marriage. He felt the warmth between them slipping through his fingers like a handful of sand. Jack drove somberly trying to decide what to do. He decided to impress Rose by embellishing his dress and makeup. Maybe that would rejuvenate some of the old romance between them. What would it cost, a little more masculine dignity? No real loss.
Jack made a conscious decision to go all out and be glamorous for his wife. Jack stopped at a local strip mall and eventually garnered his nerve to enter the intimates section of a bridal store. He purchased a pair of seamed, Cuban heeled nylons, a virgin white baby doll nightgown covered in bows and lace, two flamboyant crystal cocktail rings, with matching clip-on earrings.
At home, he robotically went through his nightly routine. Then he spent an inordinate amount of effort getting all gussied up for his wife's return. After struggling to get his white waist cincher corset as tight as he could, Jack moved to the vanity to apply his makeup. He started with the pesky false eyelashes, then the damn liquid eyeliner. He managed to get a thin line under each eye. On the upper eyes he applied it a little thicker and extended it a hint past the end of his eyes in an upward sweep. For the eyelids, he decided to go with cool blues and silver blending them together. Next were numerous layers of vibrant metallic blue mascara. Then to finish, Jack selected a long lasting frosty pink lipstick with shades of gold, followed by several applications of shimmering lip gloss.
Jack slid his new nylons up his freshly shaved legs and attached them to his corset. It was after 10 PM when Rose arrived home. Hearing her arrival, Jack dimmed the lights and took his position, posing as seductively as he could and waited next to the bed in his decked out in his new tease-to-please virgin white baby doll teddy, ruffled rumba panties and accessorized with his glamorous Cuban heeled nylons, mules, finger rings and long crystal earrings dangling gracefully from his ears. Wearing a generous amount of perfume, Jack watched intently as Rose started doffing her clothes to see if she was wearing underwear. A very drunk Rose staggered toward the bed.
Once down to the bare necessities she turned toward the bed and spotted her glamorous husband. Her eyes became round saucers in surprise, "Wow what have you done with my husband? You wanton hussy, your legs look magnificent in those stockings. You are stunning in that outfit." Jack did a little twirl wiggling his panty covered butt for effect. He then fluttered his heavily massacred eyelashes at Rose. Putting on his best cute little innocent look he flirtatiously asked, "Oh Rose, do you really think so?"
Rose stood there with a lecherous smile on her face and a gleam in her eyes. With no hint of sarcasm or insincerity she explained, "Yes sweetheart, your sultry ass makes my heart flutter and causes my pussy to leak." Rose staggered forward and tried to grab her husband, but she tripped and fell onto the bed.
Jack was pissed that her drunken state had potentially ruined a romantic opportunity. He started to chastise his wife about her drinking.
Rose stopped him with, "Shut up! Stop with the melodramatics and don't be such an Old Maid. You have always known I enjoying pulling a cork every now and then. If you are done with the hissy fit, let me give you the big news. Mike took me to a romantic supper club. We drank and danced all night. Boy he is a great dancer; he swept me off my feet."
A somber Jack brooded and listened intently to her every word trying to read between the lines.
Finally Rose dropped a real bomb; "Honey, Mike propositioned me tonight!"
Pausing for dramatic effect she went on, "He offered me a big promotion. He hinted at a vice-presidency but didn't come right out and say it. It will mean more money but will require a great deal of overtime, meaning late evenings and occasional overnights."
Jack's emotions were in turmoil, "Is that the only proposition he made?"
"Oh, heavens no, this is Mike. He again asked if I wanted to share his bed."
Jack knitted his brows in uneasiness and began to perspire profusely. His stomach revolted and he could feel the bile begin to erupt. He was suddenly weak in the knees and asked, "What did you tell him Rose?"
Grinning mischievously, Rose related, "I told him I will have to think it over. Daisy's feminine allure is quite strong; you've come a long way in a short time."
Jack waited for the BUT. It came in a much sweeter way than he expected. "I'm not sure I can abandon your training right now. We're at a critical stage, there is so much more we need to accomplish. Don't you agree?"
"Oh, there is so much more I need to learn. Please don't leave me!"
"Don't be silly darling. I'm not going anywhere." Rose dragged Jack onto bed and once she got up close marveled at his makeup. "My Lord you are gorgeous this evening. I'm so proud of you! I do believe Daisy is becoming comfortable in her femininity!"
Rose felt something unclench around her heart, she so loved this beautiful man, but the mission required her to forgo any sexual gratification for the moment.
Jack reached for his wife. Feigning fatigue, she rejected his overtures of sex. Rolling away from him, she sadly thought about what she was doing to her husband and her marriage.
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Some nights in bed, Rose was ravenous and insatiable concerning Jack's oral ministrations to her pussy. Jack drank and slurped her nectar, night after night with not a single thank you. At least he had the satisfaction of a job well done in a satiated wife. On those nights Jack almost could understand his plight. On other nights, Rose projected an air of total indifference despite Jack's best efforts. At those times, Jack was at a lost to interpret what was going on in her head.
Jack was overwhelmed with a maelstrom of conflicting emotions. Unable to discern a predictable pattern to her mood swings, Jack was left with no alternative but to accept things as they are. Jack discovered he was taking nothing but cold showers. His own sexual frustrations grew to monstrous levels. Jack would often sneak off to the bathroom at work to relieve his pent up tensions. This was becoming so common Jack was developing carpal tunnel syndrome in his right hand.
Jack was reluctant to relieve himself at home on the off chance Rose might want him to perform. If he was unable, the consequences could be disastrous. He found that at home the only way to release steam was through physical activity. So Jack's solution was exercising, in his free time he did extra aerobics followed by practicing his housewife walk focusing on his posture, and most difficult of all, how to gracefully navigate stairs in a skirt and heels.
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Saturday afternoon, Rose was off with some of her cronies, handing Jack his laundry list of housekeeping chores. Surprisingly enough, laundry dominated the list. Jack soon became bored. Rose had planned to be gone all afternoon with who she said were her girlfriends. Jack took the opportunity to sneak into their bathroom and use Rose's moisturizing cream to masturbate, visualizing making love to Rose.
Feeling guilty and still bored, Jack decided to do something constructive. He borrowed Rose's tight grey pencil skirt, light white blouse, and a black shoulder bag for his exercise routine. He started in the laundry room to check on the washing, went through the living room, down the stairs to the basement, a lap around the family room and up to the kitchen, to the laundry room and then back again. Jack found that after 30 round trips, his legs were near exhaustion, which explained why he failed to hear Rose's car pull into the driveway.
Rose had left the front door unlocked so she silently opened it catching Jack at his impromptu session. Rose stood at the front door with a smirk on her face and watched Jack swinging his hips, one hand holding his purse strap the other hand resting on his hip with the fingers spread. He was gliding across the room in a manor suggestive of a streetwalker plying her trade.
Rose watched as he paused in front of a mirror, took out his lipstick ran another coat over his lips and patted a stray hair back into place. Then to Rose's utter amazement Jack puckered his lips and blew a kiss to his refection in the mirror. Unable to contain herself any longer, Rose let out an ecstatic "Whoops, I must be in the wrong house. OMG, Daisy you are such a tart!" Pulling a bill from her purse, Rose waved it at Jack and said, "Come here bitch and give me a kiss."
Jack strolled across the room swinging his hips in an exaggerated fashion, paused, run his hand through his hair. He whipped his long mane across his shoulder then turned and faced Rose with an oh-so-sexy lip bite. Rose almost swooned at Daisy's stripper impersonation. After pocketing the money, Jack puckered up and laid a big wet sloppy kiss on his wife.
In her merriment, Rose failed to comprehend the purpose behind the extra physical activity, mistaking it for enthusiasm and not for the desperation it actually was. A thoroughly mortified Jack spent the next 10 minutes stammering incoherent apologies and explanations.
An amused Rose merely chastised Jack for his choice in wardrobe. "Jack, you can use our clothes all you want. Even a working girl, needs to learn to be careful in selecting a wardrobe. I can see your bra through your blouse. Never wear black lingerie under white. Now go change your skivvies, while I pour us a drink. I will watch the floor show until it's time for you to cook dinner."
As the couple got into bed that night, Rose uncharacteristically hugged her husband and whispered into his ear, "Daisy, you do realize what a fantastic 'symbiotic relationship' we share? You give me what I need to be happy and I think I am providing your soul the feminine nourishment it has always needed."
Crawling into bed, she cuddled her husband and said, "This lesbian love thing can become habit forming. What do you think?"
"Rose, I am not a lesbian! I'm your husband playing dress up. Having your husband in a nightgown and makeup, is that all you really need to make you happy?"
"No dear, that is not all I need but it is a good start."
Then without another word she merely spread her legs, and pushed his head down to her crotch.
Sunday, Rose tiptoed into the bedroom only to find her husband lost in thought, staring at his reflection mirror. Jack felt sheepish at getting caught two days in a row doing such feminism acts and managed to produce a blush so deep he turned red from his toes to his ears. He stuttered out an explanation.
Rose didn't believe a human could turn that dark a shade of red. She displayed a devious smile, said nothing and simply retreated to the kitchen.
Chasing after Rose, Jack found her at the liquor cabinet pouring two stiff drinks. Handing one to a flustered Jack, she leaned back into the cabinet and waited.
"Please understand sweetheart, I am doing this because you want me to. It's not like I enjoy it or anything."
An amused Rose stared at her husband for several tension filled minutes, and then shrugged her shoulders as if Jack's sophomoric argument had won her over. The gesture said nothing and everything.
Rose took her glass and tapped Jack's and said proudly, "My dear husband, stand up straight and be proud of what you have accomplished. Do you realize that in four short weeks your appearance and mannerisms have become those of an attractive alluring woman? As to the issue of you enjoying it, say what you will. Just remember that denial is not a river in Egypt. That very unladylike bulge in your panties tells me all there is to know. I don't understand why you refuse to admit that you are enjoying the soft side of your personality. I know I love it. Now drink up, refresh your lipstick, put on some more mascara and eye shadow, and meet me in the bedroom. I am feeling a need for some of your sweet loving. I think it's about time we rewarded your little man for all his sacrifices."
Monday started off with the ritual aerobics exercises, followed by a breakfast that wouldn't keep a bird alive. As Jack dressed for work, he found Rose had replaced all his undershirts with white lace camisoles. He started to complain, but had learned the futility of such arguments by now. It was easier to go with the flow.
Wearing his padded bra and camisole, the two entered the elevator at work. Rose smiled as the lacy top to his new underwear was apparent through his white shirt as were the ever so small two bulges in the front of his shirt. On the ride up, Rose rested her hand on Jack's shoulder. She absentmindedly played with his bra strap, much to the amusement of the two secretaries sharing the elevator. Who exchanged knowing smiles with each other.
As the door opened on their floor Rose leaned in and kissed his ear and pinched Jack's ass and softly exclaimed, "Sweetie, you are looking particularly alluring this morning. Still you really should think about getting those cute little ears of yours pierced. We could stop on the way home. Drop by my office later and let me know what you decide." The comment from Rose earned her a bright red blush from her husband and muffled giggles from the two secretaries.
As Rose exited the elevator one of the ladies asked, "Excuse me Ms. Sokolov. Can I ask you a question? It's a bit personal so please don't get upset with me."
An exasperated Rose turned and faced the young lady who she recognized as working in the marketing department. "It's Florence isn't it? You may ask me anything. I'm not promising to answer it, but you're free to ask."
Florence blushed and shuffled her feet, "Ma'am when did your husband decide to come out of the closet? He is all we talk about around the break area."
Rose stepped almost nose to nose with the gossiping woman. Looking down she saw the woman was wearing a wedding ring. "Florence, for your information Jack did not come out of the proverbial closet, quite the opposite he has recently discovered my closet. We have a marriage where we share everything. If Jack wants to wear my clothes he is more than welcome. He is just tired of suppressing his feminine tendencies. Do you have a problem with that?"
Turning on the offensive, Rose asked, "Let me ask you; is your husband man enough to wear a bra to work?"
"No, of course not! He's not gay!"
"Jack's not gay either. He is merely secure enough in his manhood to express his girlie side. I'm secure enough in our marriage to let him. If I ever hear another homophobic comment from you, you'll be fired for cause. Am I making myself clear?"
"Yes ma'am I'm sorry I didn't mean anything by it. All of us girls think your husband is a stand up guy and I was only asking; thinking maybe we could help him. My brother is gay...well never mind."
Rose headed for her office smug in the thought things were working out perfectly, she knew the news that Jack liked to wear her clothes would be spread throughout the office by lunch.
"Nobody dies from lack of sex...Rather we perish from a lack of love."
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A NOTE REGARDING THIS STORY.
This is a fictional chronicle of a normal hardworking guy named Jack. The federal government made him an offer he couldn't refuse. All they asked was for Jack to go undercover to help the U.S. Government ensnare a terrorist.
Any resemblance of the characters depicted in the story to actual individuals is coincidental. All events are the sole responsibility of the author. None of the scenes in this story depict minors engaged in any sexual encounter.
This story has been previously posted on other sites. It is being posted here with a strong rewrite; some new chapters have been added. I had my BFF Monica Rose edit the material so it should be more readable. Marina
Marina: [email protected]
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Chapter 15 - Entertaining Clients
"Just because something isn't a lie does not mean that it isn't deceptive. A liar knows that he is a liar, but one who speaks mere portions of truth in order to deceive is a craftsman of destruction."
― Criss Jami
Rose gleefully informed Jack on Monday morning that the week's focus would deal with accessories, everything from hair products, clips, scarves and barrettes, to belts, to bracelets, broaches, and all manner of bangles.
Monday evening, after his bath, Rose had Jack pick out an outfit for the evening's training. Rose watched as Jack went through his underwear selection. As was typical, he opted for the sexiest outfit in the pile. Rose rebuked Jack and lectured him on reverting to the typical male lingerie fetish wanting everything straight from Victoria Secret.
"Remember honey, real woman buy their underwear from J.C. Penny. I thought I had made it plain, when Daisy leaves my tutelage she will be a sophisticated and elegant lady. When selecting an outfit from lingerie to accessories think stylish and fashionable. You want people to sit up and take notice not proposition you. Leave sexy for the bedroom, not the boardroom."
Rose laid out what she considered to be approved apparel. Beige underwear, pantyhose, and a tan mid length skirt, accessorized with a variety of scarves and different belts and handbags. As Jack dressed his personality morphed into Daisy mode. He gladly progressed on to deportment training, very pleased with his feminine appearance and grasped what Rose was trying to teach him. Training for tonight was dedicated to having Daisy sit and stand back up as gracefully and ladylike as possible. The exercises involved all manner of chairs from a hardback dining room chair to a bar stool and then progressing to a more challenging overstuffed recliner.
Hours later, having completed the nightly makeup lesson, the couple retired to the bedroom for recreation time. Jack assumed his normal position on his knees between Rose's legs. After only one orgasm, out of the blue, Rose invited Jack up onto the bed.
As a reward for his hard efforts, Rose allowed Jack to penetrate her. To her surprise, after all this time of celibacy from her husband, she had one of the best orgasms of their married life. The couple luxuriated in the afterglow of great sex. She turned to her husband and said, "Daisy, do you realize what a fantastic spouse you've become.
"Penetration is nice, but when you lick my entire hooha and not just focus on my clit, I get a true buzz on. And French kissing my girlie parts sends me over the top. For all intents and purposes, you are my personal lesbian concubine. I am doing everything I can to accelerate your progress. The sooner you get started the sooner you will come home to me."
"Rose wake up, I'm Jack your husband, not some fantasy lesbian lover named Daisy!"
"Of course dear, I know that, but even you have to admit the line between the two is blurring."
Rose hated to revert to form but she had to stick with 'The Plan' as it had been dictated to her. As was his normal bedtime routine, he laid out his suit for work the next day. Rose dutifully unveiled his daily lingerie. Then, unbeknownst to her husband while he was getting ready for bed, Rose lightly sprayed his perfume on his suit jacket and underwear. After all this time he had become desensitized to the aroma.
Wednesday morning, after yoga class and a shower, Rose insisted that he now wear a pair of thong panties in addition to his corset and nylons. Her justification was that they were an irritant and Jack must adjust to them now. When he went full time as a woman, it would be unseemly to have him fidgeting with his under garments all of the time. Rose also placed a plumping lip balm in Jack's briefcase. He was told to reapply it at least every 15 minutes, just like his lipstick at home.
An unhappy Jack admitted the logic of her argument. Remembering his reward for being an obedient spouse, albeit a girly one, he dutifully dressed as Rose required, hoping for a repeat of last night's reward. Jack had forgotten how much he enjoyed conventional sex.
At lunch time, Jack opened his reading material and was shocked. Buzzing Rose on the intercom, he asked her to come to his office. As she walked into the room Jack thrust the magazine article at Rose and demanded an explanation! The topic for today is Flirting and How to attract a man.
Jack put his foot down and refused. After a good laugh, lightheartedly Rose relented saying, "I just wanted to give you the chance to complete your education. This is the very same training aids my sorority used when I was in college. A modern woman can by no means have too much knowledge. Daisy, you never know when you might want to bring a man into your life, you might want to do more than play footsies with him."
"Knock it off Rose! I do not find this kind of discussion amusing. The deal was I would make friends with the terrorist, not seduce him."
Rose shrugged her shoulders in a dismissive manner and said, "Whatever you say dear." She took the magazine and found the real section that was his actual assignment for the day – a discussion on how to change your daytime look into a sexy evening one, merely through the addition of a dark eye shadow and eyeliner.
An hour before quitting, Rose stuck her head in the door and wore a friendly smile. Jack's internal radar was immediately on alert. He knew from painful experience that there was much more behind that smile than a friendly greeting.
He was stunned as his wife entered the room. Rose sauntered in wearing a gorgeous tight and short silver strapless cocktail dress. Her red hair was piled high on her head in a very elegant style. Rose proudly announced, "How do you like my new outfit?"
"Rose you look magnificent, but what is going on? It's still the work day! That's hardly appropriate attire."
"Oh, something really big has come up and Mike says I am the only one to take care of it. I have to entertain Mike and some new clients tonight. So Mike gave me the corporate gold credit card with instructions to come back looking like a million bucks. I went to my beauty shop and had a makeover then got a new dress and some sexy underwear. By the way, I won't be home tonight. We don't know how long this will take. These guys are known to be party animals."
Jack sternly protested, "Rose, I don't care for the idea of you staying out all night."
"No problem, Mike got me a suite at the Hilton, adjoining to his."
"I particularly don't like the thought of you have an adjoining room to Mike."
"I am not comfortable with the idea either. Even so, you know how much I enjoy whiskey. Would you rather have me driving after drinking all night?"
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After a moment, Jake came up with what he thought was the perfect compromise, "Rose, how about I join you at the party. I could be the 'designated driver', and chauffeur you home afterwards!"
"Jack, don't be foolish. We have no idea how late this will run and besides you have homework to do. We can't be giving Daisy a night off for every little thing, now can we?"
Jack felt like screaming epithets at his wife but instead resorted to a calmer approach and merely pleaded, "Please, I really would feel better going with you."
"Sweetheart, you are a bit slow on the uptake today aren't you? No one wants you at the party!"
"No one?" inquired Jack.
"Certainly not Mike! I hate to say this and don't want to hurt your feelings, but I would feel less constrained without you. Jack, you are too straight-laced. At a bona fide party, you are a damper on the fun. Don't you understand that I have gotten all dolled up because I am the eye candy for the night? It's my job to look beautiful and flirt with everyone; I am the designated bimbo babe. No one would be comfortable with you being there."
"You're going to flirt with just the clients? Certainly, you aren't going to flirt with Mike. It would only encourage his fantasies."
"Of course Mike, I wouldn't want to hurt his feelings and leave him out of all the fun; he is our boss after all."
At that moment, Jack realized that Rose wasn't wearing her wedding ring.
With a despondent heart, Jack asked, "Where's your wedding ring?"
"Oh that, I'm almost sure it's in my purse, somewhere. My poor jealous husband, stop with the melodrama. We don't want the clients thinking I am married. As the hostess, a single woman is much more attractive than a married one.
"Oh my, now I see I have hurt your feelings. Here I have a present maybe that will cheer you up!"
With that Rose handed Jack a small bag from a very upscale lingerie shop in town. Jack peered inside and gasped, as he pulled out what can only be described as obscenely erotic underwear.
Jake mumbled, "A present for me?" Looking into the bag behind a pile of tissue paper he unearthed his present. "My lord, it's nothing but dental floss holding together small pieces of pink satin. If you combined the material from the top and bottom it wouldn't make a handkerchief. These would look fantastic on you. I don't have the right body for it."
"Poor Jack, you are having a bad day aren't you? This isn't some nefarious gift intended to humiliate you. Those aren't for Jack. They're for Daisy; properly tucked they will fit you perfectly. I'm wearing a matching pair, only mine are in fire engine red. I figured Saturday after your housework, Daisy and I could have a fashion show for each other. Won't that be fun? We could even let little Jackie out to play again."
"Jack, tonight I want you to go to my dresser in the top left-hand drawer you will find a present. It's a shiny hot pink spandex hobble skirt, which will force you to take very tiny steps. Wear that and your jiggle bra. I want you to work on your walk, keep your shoulders back, and deliberately over-emphasize a sensuous hip undulation. Keep your head up; you have a nasty habit of watching your feet. Use the camcorder and film your strolling. So help you if I don't see your purse in every one of those shots I'll get angry.
"On the way home, stop and pick out a new mascara color, perhaps blue or purple. Get one of the long lasting kinds. You have been struggling with the eyelash curler, so work on that tonight. Use the camera and record all your efforts. You'll work for a full hour on your glamour look. Take a lot of full face close-ups. I can review the results and will critique your performance later."
"But Rose, hobble skirts are archaic. The good Lord gave us two legs not one. Can't we discuss this?"
"I decide what training aids we are going to use, not you. Now do what I tell you. I have already paid for that skirt. You're going to use it, end of discussion."
Jack arrived home later than usual. He had stayed at work finishing paperwork. There was nothing waiting him at home but heartache. He simmered over what Rose had said.
He hooked up the camcorder, put new batteries in the camera, and retrieved his present. He struggled into the new skirt. Thinking, 'Rose must have gotten the wrong size. This fits like a wet coat of paint. How could Rose do this to me? I will never be able to walk in this thing. It's like my ankles are manacled with a 6 inch chain.'
Jack obediently attempted his nightly promenade in the living room, his steps were exceptionally short. He minced across the room until exhaustion overtook him. Then he made the mistake of sitting. It took him 15 minutes of struggling to stand back up.
Throughout the evening, Jack repeatedly tried to call Rose. To his dismay he discovered Rose's cell phone had been switched off. All Jack could think about was a discussion that he had overheard two of the secretaries having in the break room. They were so preoccupied with the scandal; they failed to recognize Jack standing behind them.
They were gossiping about Mike' newest office mistress. They prattled on about Mike's latest conquest. Jack leaned in and overheard, "The word is Mike's size and love making technique, spoil women for all other men. Once Mike has planted his pole in a woman she is ruined for life. Now whenever she makes love with any other man she can't but help spending the entire time fantasying about Mike."
The women eventually discovered Jack eavesdropping. They blushed and immediately returned to work, glancing over their shoulders watching Jack as they walked out of the room.
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After a sleepless night, Jack was in no condition to go to work, so he took the next day off. He called Rose's office repetitively during the day and each time was curtly told she was out of the office. Rose's next contact with her husband came at that night. By then, Jack was frantic from worry and nearly comatose, from lack of sleep.
A traumatized Jack had prepared a gourmet dinner on the assumption Rose was coming home. He waited fearfully for his wife's return. Jack sat in his favorite easy chair wearing his favorite dressing gown. He was working on his third class of vodka when Rose made a grand entrance into the living room. She was wearing the same dress from yesterday. Her makeup had faded and the perfect updo hairstyle had changed as her hair now casually hung loosely about her face. She walked into the aroma of culinary bliss. Rose was delighted Jack had gone out of his way to make something special. Her only comment was, "It smells wonderful, what's for dinner I am starved. Be a good girl, pour me a drink."
Rose stood menacingly over her husband, who was dolled up, with dark sultry eyes and glistening blood red lips wearing fingernail polish to match. When Jack doesn't immediately respond Rose curtly dictated, "Get your ass out of that chair and put my drink and dinner on the table, I am going to take a shower and change!"
Jack felt the degradation of the situation to his very marrow, but still did as he had been ordered and laid out the meal, pouring wine for both of them. During dinner, with no trace of remorse in her voice Rose related a night and day that led to two new extremely profitable contracts. Rose started to describe the more intimate details, telling of an elegant dinner, followed by a night of clubbing.
At that point, Jack demanded she stop. He stated that could not handle her admissions of deceitfulness. Jack desperately wanted Rose to deny any improprieties. However, instead of a denial, Rose merely laughed off his concerns, as if they were inconsequential.
"Jack, you've hurt my feelings, I really wanted to talk to you. I was about to give you a blow by blow description of what went on tonight. Well screw you, if you aren't interested in my work. You'll have to ask Mike how the evening went."
Jack resorted to a serious pout.
Rose indignantly responded "Whoa, Daisy Duke, you don't own me. I will conduct myself however I want! I'm doing what is best for me. I am sorry if that hurts your feelings, but get over it! I did nothing that any ambitious female executive wouldn't have done, while being inebriated I may have stepped across the line a tiny bit. What's more, I'm offended that you would question me or my actions. It is true I want to get ahead but; you need to understand, everything I am doing is to secure our future. This undercover assignment won't last forever. As my spouse you will share in all my spoils."
Jack tried to lighten the moment by waving his hands down his nylon covered body and said, "I'm sorry Rose, the only thing I see us sharing is your wardrobe."
The Saturday fashion show never happened, Rose claimed hers was dirty and didn't have time to laundry it. In an act of defiance, Jack refused to wear his. Since he was doing all the laundry now, he pointed out to Rose that her underwear was not in the dirty clothes hamper.
Rose chided her husband and told him that he was being childish and unreasonable.
With a snarl, Jack pointed out she still hadn't explained the missing lingerie. Rose remained mute and took out her disgruntlement by over tightening Jack's corset. Jack stormed off in a fit of pique. Their lives suddenly took on an underlying current of hostility and mistrust. So Saturday ended the way it started with both partners aggravated with the other.
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Sunday morning came with no thaw in the tensions between them. Rose met Jack as he exited the bathroom, holding Jack's newest version of waist cincher. Triumphantly she announced, "Congratulations Daisy, since your diet, exercise, and corset training are working better than expected. You have just graduated to a smaller size."
For the day's activities, Rose also added something new. She glued on the longest fingernail extensions she could find. Then she produced a pair of the old fashioned screw on earrings. Rose seemed to take great glee in turning the screws one turn more than necessary. Jack quickly learned about earring pain. When he complained, Rose merely smirked and said they were excellent accessories for the day's activities. If he insisted on bitching about the little discomfort, she knew an easy way to correct that issue, all it would take would be a quick trip to the earring kiosk at the mall.
The weekly personal maintenance routine was followed by a brutal afternoon. There was a brief demonstration of the way a woman stoops to retrieve an item from the floor. Jack was made to squat, with his back ramrod straight and run his hands down his heel to the floor. He received a dire warning that if Rose got a single glimpse of Jack's underpants there would be hell to pay!
Jack spent the entire afternoon moving about the house, picking up dimes Rose had scattered throughout the house, not an easy task with the claws he now sprouted. He had to squat as ladylike as possible over each dime and pick it up, smooth his skirt, daintily drop it into his purse, check his lipstick, make repairs as needed and move on to the next one.
To make things more challenging, there were several costume changes throughout the day. Purses changed with each outfit, there were clutches, tote bags, shoulder bags, top handle bags and even cross shoulder bags. Each purse with its own set of rules. The outfits went from micro-mini skirts, to figure hugging pencil skirts, house dresses, and finally floor length ball gowns.
By late afternoon, Jack's legs were trembling from fatigue and screaming in pain. Finally, he squatted over one dime and could not get up, collapsing on the floor. He was unable to rise because he kept stepping on the billowing skirt and its petticoats. Rose, sat in her chair amused by the whole spectacle. With laughter dancing in her eyes Rose finally took pity on her poor struggling husband. In a haughty fashion, she declared an end to the festivities and helped him to his feet.
With rancor in his voice, Jack thanked Rose for her help. It was the first words spoken by Jack all afternoon.
Rose directed Jack to refresh his lips one last time and follow her into the bedroom. Jack on wobbly legs headed off to the bedroom for a different type of exercise.
In an effort to placate his wife and make his life a bit more tolerable, Jack put extra effort in his duties. He attacked her juices like a kitten to a bowl of cream. Notwithstanding his best efforts, Rose projected an air of indifference towards Jack. Even so, she insisted he remain locked between her legs until he had brought her to orgasm after orgasm. Then, with nary a thank you from Rose, she simply pointed to the bathroom. There was not even a discussion of reciprocation, merely another cold shower.
Heading for his nightly shower Jack noticed Rose had left out a jar of what Jack assumed was moisturizing cream. Scooping up a copious amount Jack took the opportunity to pleasure himself. After a less than spectacular orgasm, Jack shamefacedly returned to bed.
Under the sheets Rose smiled wickedly realizing Jack had finally discovered her hormonal progesterone cream. She thought, 'Give me the cold shoulder, you poor gullible man you never stood a chance. I left that jar and I wondered when he would discover it. I'll have to keep a full jar for my Daisy. Daisy's hard edges should disappear in no time, between the cream and the birth control pills; I've been slipping into Jack's food.'
Time heals all wounds and, by midweek, things had leveled off into a tense peace. One day Rose unexpectedly walked into the bedroom and found her husband wearing only his bra and panties dejectedly sitting at the vanity staring at his reflection. Rose displayed a devious half smile, and commented, "I knew it was only a matter of time." Without further comment she turned and briskly walked back to the kitchen.
Jack felt totally exposed, he reached for his silk dressing gown that was lying on the bed and tied it tightly about his waist. He slipped his feet into a pair of slippers and chased after Rose, Jack trapped her in the kitchen, "Rose please talk to me, tell me what is going on."
Jack intently observed his wife as she stared back with a Machiavellian half smile.
Rose said proudly, "My dear husband, there is nothing I can tell you. The plan is right on schedule. Did you realize you've gone from a wimpy man to a reasonably good looking woman?
It's not ' wrong' for you to take pride in your appearance. Your demeanor tells me you like what you see in a mirror. I personally love it. Watching my husband transforming into a pretty young woman is exhilarating. Jack, you're so precious. I have never loved you more than at this moment."
Jack opted to remain quiet, neither confirming nor denying Roe's observations.
Eventually, Rose pulled Jack into her arms and gave him a passionate kiss on the mouth. She whispered in his ear, "Jack I have reprogrammed your subconscious. Your old male habits and behaviors are now stereotypical woman. I'll not rest until you have mastered every element of the feminine mystique. I want your new feminine behaviors to flow automatically! I'm going to create an unshakable self-image of a beautiful, confident woman."
"Our self-image, strongly held, essentially determines what we become in life. Change our self image and you change the your personality and behavior"
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A NOTE REGARDING THIS STORY.
This is a fictional chronicle of a normal hardworking guy named Jack. The federal government made him an offer he couldn't refuse. All they asked was for Jack to go undercover to help the U.S. Government ensnare a terrorist.
Any resemblance of the characters depicted in the story to actual individuals is coincidental. All events are the sole responsibility of the author. None of the scenes in this story depict minors engaged in any sexual encounter.
This story has been previously posted on other sites. It is being posted here with a strong rewrite; some new chapters have been added. I had my BFF Monica Rose edit the material so it should be more readable. Marina
Marina: [email protected]
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Chapter 16 - An ass chewing from Jabba.
"You start out happy that you have no hips or boobs. All of a sudden you get them, and it feels sloppy. Then just when you start liking them, they start drooping." Cindy Crawford
It had been six weeks since Steve returned from his time off. He stood in the bathroom having just left the shower and glared at his profile. He knew he was getting soft but was shocked to realize he now had floppy globs of soft flesh on his chest where his once rock hard pecks use to be. His other muscles were turning flabby as well.
He thought back to the night with that whore Trixie. She had said she was injecting him with silicone, but when there was no immediate change he had relaxed and blew off her words. But something was happening, he couldn't pretend any longer.
He pushed up a handful of flesh in each hand. Looking down he saw what could only be described as cleavage. His concentration fixed on this development, he failed to note his wife quietly creeping into the bathroom. She slid in behind him and reached around and put her hands over his. Steve's legs buckled from shock and he slumped into his wife's grasp.
A mortified Steve jerked his hands away in a reflexive action and tried to think how he could possibly explain her catching him feeling himself up. He was saved by his understanding wife. She continued to cup his mini boobs and as she sensually kneaded the soft flesh she said, "Don't be embarrassed honey, lots of men develop man boobs at your age. I will admit yours are larger than most. If they continue to grow, I'll have to get you a training bra."
She brushed her thumbs over his hypersensitive nipples; his response was a soft moan. Looking into the mirror he saw his wife's mouth turn up into a smile. She ran her fingertips around his areolas causing two firm nipple erections. "You seem to like that Steve, why is it after 12 years of marriage I am just now finding out about this erogenous zone. Think of all the fun we have missed."
After regaining his senses he squeaked out, "Damn it Phyllis this is serious. I'm going to have to increase my workout schedule."
Phyllis laughed and left with the parting shot of, "Make sure you do lots of pushups, they are great for bust development."
Phyllis immediately regretted her parting shot. She had noticed a recent change in her husband's manhood. It was not as firm as it once had been. Today was the first time she had really become aware of the other physical changes taking place; aside from his man boobs he had lost his muscle tone. They had been so gradual she had overlooked them. Although looking at her husband now, it was hard to imagine how she had failed to notice his expanding buttocks. She made a mental note to make an appointment for Steve. She laughed to herself as she debated whether to make it with Steve's GP or her ObGyn. Then she chastised herself, realizing this could be a serious situation.
Steve put on his normal undershirt but the rough cotton irritated his nipples. So he took two Band-Aids and placed them over the tender nubbins as a temporary solution. He had just arrived at work when a secretary stuck her head into Steve's cubicle. "Mr. Hampton wants to see you ASAP."
Steve was still walking gingerly as he entered the bosses' office. Mr. Hampton looked up from his paper work and addressed his senior agent. "Take a seat numbnuts we need to talk about your great plan. Consider this a formal counseling session, it's going down in your official file. Your plan is taking forever; I'm getting all kinds of pressure from Washington. What's the holdup?"
Steve slumped in his chair trying to hide his overdeveloped flopping pecks. "Boss, it's right on schedule. If we act in haste, we'll repent in leisure. I'm on top of this, trust me. Our pigeon has been seasoned and feminized. He is about ready to be turned over for his sissification training."
"You're sure?"
"I'm positive!"
"Good, we can't afford anymore hold ups. Do whatever it takes to move this thing along."
"Yes boss. I'm in frequent contact with his wife. We've developed a close rapport. I'll have a talk with her tonight."
"Alright, type up a formal progress report and have it on my desk, first thing in the morning."
Hampton really looked at his agent for the first time in a long time. He noticed Steve had basset hound bags under his eyes and appeared more the worst for the wear, like the man had been on a three day bender. "By the way, you are really starting to look flabby, what's going on. Not enough time in the gym? I really think you need to get back into shape. The government pays a lot of money for our fitness center; you should take advantage of it."
Steve thought, 'I'll bet my next paycheck that lard ass doesn't even know where the gymnasium is located.' Mr. Hampton continued to stare at his agent. Steve felt like a bug under a microscope. He could feel the blood flow to his face as his stomach twisted into the mother of all knots. His mouth was dry, his body shook nervously, and his heart pounded in his chest.
"Good idea boss, I'll get right on that. To be honest boss, I haven't been myself recently; in the past I would ride my bike to work. That kept me in shape, but my ass can't handle the hard bicycle seats anymore, it's the hemorrhoids."
"Well get back to the gym. It's a little disconcerting having my top agent flaunting he-teats. Oh, don't act so surprised, everyone has seen your profile, you can't hide something like that."
Steve embarrassingly crossed his arms across his chest, "Sure boss I start on a rigid workout program tonight."
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"Once you replace negative thoughts with positive ones, you'll start having positive results." Willie Nelson
A NOTE REGARDING THIS STORY.
This is a fictional chronicle of a normal hardworking guy named Jack. The federal government made him an offer he couldn't refuse. All they asked was for Jack to go undercover to help the U.S. Government ensnare a terrorist.
Any resemblance of the characters depicted in the story to actual individuals is coincidental. All events are the sole responsibility of the author. None of the scenes in this story depict minors engaged in any sexual encounter.
This story has been previously posted on other sites. It is being posted here with a strong rewrite; some new chapters have been added. I had my BFF Monica Rose edit the material so it should be more readable. Marina
Marina: [email protected]
@ @ @ @
Chapter 17 - Boobs
"Scientists now believe that the primary function of breasts is to make men stupid."
Dave Barry
Monday started off with the ritual aerobic exercises, followed by a breakfast that wouldn't keep a bird alive. Jack was dressing for work and found Rose had replaced all his undershirts with white lace camisoles. Jack started to complain, but by now had learned the futility of such arguments. It was easier to just go with the flow.
Wearing his padded bra and camisole, the two entered the elevator at work. Rose smiled to herself as the lacy top to his new underwear was apparent through his white shirt, as were the two ever-so-small bulges in the front of his shirt. On the ride up, Rose rested her hand on Jack's shoulder and she absentmindedly played with his bra strap, much to the amusement of the two secretaries sharing the elevator.
As the door opened on their floor, Rose leaned in and kissed his ear and softly uttered, "Sweetie, you are looking particularly alluring this morning. But you really should think about getting those cute little ears of yours pierced. We could stop on the way home. Drop by my office later and let me know what you decide."
The comment from Rose earned her a bright red blush from her husband and muffled giggles from the two secretaries.
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Steve had just had another formal counseling session with the director. He was encouraged to move the operation forward as rapidly as possible, intercepts indicated Ivan had a meeting set up with several Arab businessmen. HLS wanted to know what was going on.
Rose had a meeting with Steve, this time it was in a swank cocktail lounge out near the local airport. The place was crowded with travelers. The couple took a secluded table in a dark corner where they would have some privacy. Steve was in a dark coat and tie. Rose wore a tight fitting red dress that accentuated her buxom figure, which advertised her womanly charms.
Steve sat across from Rose and had to force his attention to the photographs he had brought along. Steve spread out seven 8 by 10 glossy pictures of Jack. Most of were of Jack coming and going from their home and work.
Rose was mildly upset, as some were of Jack inside the house. She had assumed those would remain private. They both studied the photos and agreed that Jack was not presenting a feminine enough image for their desired outcomes.
Steve pushed Rose to agree she needed to turn Jack over to him, while she vehemently disagreed. She had her image of success. She wanted Jack to present as an attractive woman, while the government was more interested in a sissified man.
"Damn it Rose, you are acting like a 'Pageant Mom' getting your daughter ready for her first pageant. We don't need a beauty queen. Jack merely has to appear to be a feminine cross dresser. I thought we agreed you were offering up your husband for patriotic reasons. Whatever you are trying to do must come second to our mission, don't lose sight of that. Your country needs him."
She rejected his comment with a dismissive wave of her hand. As such, they agreed to disagree upon Jack's ultimate end state, what would constitute mission accomplishment in his preparation. Rose was adamant she would continue with her womanization of Jack, she didn't want a sissy for a wife when this was all over. Rose was an up and coming woman in the local business community. As a lesbian, she could maintain that position as long as her partner was a classy lady, not some cartoonish caricature of a drag queen. She was determined Jack would become that perfect helpmate.
Steve launched into his prepared argument for Rose.
"Mrs. Sokolov, let me be very blunt with you. Our target is the lowest form of humanity. As you know, he has a thing for she-males. We have already determined your husband is the perfect guy for this operation. We would be devastated if he backed out of the program. Looking at your husband as he is right now, there is no way he is going to survive this plan. While our target likes she-males, he likes them curvy, almost a woman, just this side of the real thing. If we're going to go forward with your husband there will have to be changes."
Steve paused as he took a sip of his highball. Sue put down her Scotch and glared at the government agent. "Just what kind of changes are we talking about?"
"I am suggesting a few minor surgical procedures."
Rose stopped Steve, "Look here mister government man, Jack is my husband. I love him very much; I know he comes across as a spineless Little Miss Pissy Pants. But we're not cutting anything off!"
Steve chuckled, "Cool down Mrs. Sokolov, we don't agree with your assessment of your husband. You're being a bite disingenuous about your husband's abilities. Don't confuse his flexibility and adaptability with lack of backbone."
An obviously agitated Rose was breathing heavily as her anger was built up. Steve had to force his eyes up from Rose's chest; their rhythmic swell created a state of confusion in Steve's brain. He wasn't sure if he envied or lusted after the two globs of flesh that were overflowing form the taut fitting top.
Rose couldn't but notice where Steve's attention was focused; her choice to go without a bra for the nights entertainment was obviously the right decision. Her outfit gave her an advantage in this negotiation. She took another sip of her drink and arched her back so her boobs practically rested on the table.
He had to shake his head and swallow twice to force himself to refocus; he then went on with his discussion, "Aside from the superficial physical and behavioral traits that initially attracted us to your husband, our behavioral scientists have determined that with his engineering background Jack is adaptive and innovative. He has the intellect to understand complex situations, to think creatively, and to solve problems. The only unknown if he has the leadership ability to interact with co-workers and motivate them to a common goal. As we see him, his major flaw is that he shows too much empathy towards others."
Rose sat and thought about what the agent had said. Steve reached out and took one of Sue's hands in his, "I agree completely with you on the issue of cutting things off. I don't want to subtract, in fact, I think we need to add. Ivan likes his girls passable and attractive, but fully functional as males. I was thinking small breast implants, just enough to look like flabby pectoral muscles when dressed as a man. With an underwire bra and padding, we could create very realistic cleavage."
Rose pulled her hand back and immediately rejected Steve's plan, "That's totally unacceptable to me!"
Preparing himself for a fight, Steve was flabbergasted by Rose's counterproposal. "If we are going to the expense and trouble of surgery, I insist we do it right. I love my husband and want him to come home to me. It is obvious that the only way that is going to happen is if he is 100% presentable as a woman. I insisted that we give Jack a respectable pair of breasts."
A flabbergasted Steve stared at Rose's chest and inquired, "Just what would you consider respectable." Rose followed Steve's eyes to her full chest. "Nothing like mine, I was thinking somewhat less showy yet still tantalizing. With Jack's build I would think we need something at least a full B cup. I know I can convince my husband to consent to those options."
Steve swiftly agreed with her analysis. He pledged the government would pay for it all, the doctor, hospital, nurses everything. Steve would set the whole thing up. All Rose had to do was get Jack to sign the medical release. Rose assured him that would not be a problem. Both concluded that the breast enhancements would significantly add to the cover story.
Steve lit up a victory cigar and gloated, once Jack was exposed as a man with tits, it would be the easy to convince the world, that he was actually a transgender male and was being pushed out of the closet by a vengeful wife.
Copious amounts of liquor were consumed before the two conspirators finished their plan. In addition to the excellent Scotch, Rose was talked into trying a flavored cigarillo. High on the alcohol, Rose was lucky to navigate home without being arrested for DUI.
Entering the living room, Rose reeked heavily of cigar smoke and alcohol. Arrogantly sitting in her favorite recliner, Rose sipped on a glass of Vodka and smoked one of her new cigarillos. Rose put Jack through his nightly ritual, controlling him like a puppeteer. While she blow smoke rings, she had him perform his exercises again and again.
A drunk and haughty Rose was more disparaging than normal. Finally, an exasperated Rose grabbed Jack by the wrist and said, "Come with me." Jack dug his heels in and refused to move. Rose angrily demanded he follow her into the bedroom. After a brief tug-of-war that Jack lost he found himself positioned before the bedroom full length mirror.
"I want you to be completely honest with me, what do you see?"
Jack responded, "I see me, a man, in a dress."
Rose responded with a snarl, "Exactly! That is the problem. Your target does not associate with drag queens. He wants a romantic companion with masculine plumbing but the looks and mannerisms of a beauty contestant."
"Isn't it enough that I’m taking on a drag queen charade, and putting my life in danger? Now you are telling me I have to become some terrorist's bitch."
Rose grabbed Jack and shook him hard, "Knock off the melodramatics."
Finally, she said, "I can appreciate how hard this is for you."
"Really Rose, who is asking you to become a man?"
"Alright, I'll give you that one; I can't possibly know how you feel. But remember why you are doing this, the lives you will be saving."
"Don't you dare try to lay a guilt trip on me!"
"You sass me again and I'll lay more than a guilt trip on you young lady."
Jack instinctively covered his ass with his hands and started crying, "But Rose I have tried as hard as I could, please don't hurt me again."
"Relax we are not going there tonight, unless I really have too. I only want to talk. Steve and I have had a discussion on your lack of progress."
She softened her voice so that her next comments would not be rejected out of hand.
"Sweetheart, you have made tremendous strides in your womanly presentation and I love you for the effort you have put into it. But you still look too much like a dude in a dress. The time for refinements are well pass, if this is going to work we need to make a change, something drastic, something to up the ante. The onus of that change falls on you my dear husband."
With an aching heart Jack prompted, "Go on Rose."
A beaming Rose continued, "Steve and I have decided there is only one possible solution to correct your deficiencies. We have made a decision concerning your future."
Jack balked at the thought that someone else was making decisions for him.
"Now what one minute Rose, I love you and will do almost anything you ask, but rather than tell me what to do, shouldn't you ask and let me get a vote?"
"Of course you get a vote dear, but as the primary breadwinner and CEO of this partnership I get the final say."
"Oh", said Jack, as he packed curiosity and a request for more information into a seemingly noncommittal syllable.
Rose went into her prepared sales pitch.
"When you picture a woman, what are the most obvious visual clues she is a woman? The female breasts and buttocks! Both are extremely potent sexual symbols of feminine beauty. Firm but well-rounded and shapely breasts and buttocks are powerful signs of a woman's health, and youthfulness. We have done what we can with breast forms. Unfortunately, their use has some very serious limitations.
"I have a proposition for you. I am not asking you to blithely accept the fact that you need, certain 'enhancements', to succeed. Without them, everyone concerned is convinced there will be cataclysmic consequences. I will not force you. There will be no ultimatums. If I can't persuade you, we will forget the whole thing. Jack this is not a fairy tale, there are no magic wands. Any success you achieve will truthfully be fraught with danger and be hard earned. If things go badly, you could not only die, and, in all probability, it would be a hideous and painful death. But I am optimistic; if you consent to our idea there can be a triumphant finale. We will have our 'happily ever after' ending."
With as much zeal and enthusiasm as she could muster Rose proposed, "What we are suggesting may sound a bit extreme, but hear me out before you reject the idea. We both agree that breast implants are needed. It is a minor medical procedure and can be done as an outpatient. With your own breasts the clothing options become almost unlimited. You will be able to wear all sorts of womanly outfits and show off an actual set of Ta-tas, the twins, the girls -- whatever you want to call them. Nothing screams, 'I am woman, hear me roar' like cleavage."
Rose was startled with the bluntness of his response. Jack could taste the bile in his throat, "Me with tits. Rose that is the most cockamamie idea you've ever had. Damn it, I won't do it. I'm still a man! Please, I don't want to be a genuine woman with a real bosom. Women are…are…"
"Are what Inferior?" Rose suggested.
“No. No. That's not what I meant; stop trying to put words in my mouth."
"See? You're lying to me right now, trying to smooth over your mistake."
Jake always hated arguing with Rose. "Okay, you're right. I think men are better at most things than girls. To be all honest, I think being a woman would be a step down."
Rose paused, trying to control her anger. She continued, "You're right. Temporarily having a set of breasts would be demeaning to a real man like you."
"Why are you trying to make me the bad guy here?" Jack protested.
Then she quietly said, "Okay, maybe I am thinking more like a flag-waving patriot than your wife on this matter. I guess we have no choice but to tell Steve that since you feel having an authentic woman's figure is beneath you and violates your sense of ethics, he can forget about his plan.
"It's your body Jack, what you have now is nothing more than two bee stings, I was thinking something very limited, a small B cup. With a good pushup bra and some silicone padding we could create the illusion of a set of first class tits. We could skip the silicone pads if you want to go with something larger, after all you have always been a breast man.
"Of course you are a man and will always be one as evidenced by your frequent bathroom 'moisturizing visits.' Honey, I am not trying to embarrass you, I simply want to point out that you can enjoy being a man while temporarily undercover in the veneer of a woman. I am not indifferent to your concerns. But you must stop your myopic testosterone-based thinking. Start thinking with your head, not your balls. This is not some nefarious plot to take your manhood away from you. Think of these breasts as props, illusions of womanhood. Like a magician they are intended to redirect your audience's attention."
Then with a pleading expression Rose continued, "No phony platitudes Jack, I love you and freely admit you are without a doubt the finest gentleman, the most caring and sweetest person I have ever met. My last lover was hung like a horse, and boy did he know how to use that massive tool. Sex was always incredible, but I dropped him for you. I did that because I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you. You won my heart because of your sweetness not your virility. You are the only man that I ever bedded that was more concerned about my needs than his own."
Then with a devilish grin she added, "That makes you stand out, even if it is only 5 inches."
"What are we asking you to give up? A little dignity!
"Shit, you lost that a long time ago. Even before this all started, how many times did I interrupt you during tradition intercourse, because what you were doing just wasn't doing it for me and I pushed your head between my legs? You demurely complied and never questioned my motivation.
"Just look at yourself. When I look at you I am not sure if my husband is still here, I certainly don't see a man.
"I truly don't want to be indelicate and hurt your feelings, but let's get this out in the open. Your personal appearance at the best of times is less than robust. You never portrayed the role of machismo masculinity most women sought. Your looks as a man were at best pedestrian. Your musculature build is slim and frail. You do not exude masculine physical prowess, your narrow shoulders, small hands and feet, your lack of facial hair all make you perfect candidate for this part. No woman has ever described you as rugged or handsome. Most of my friends refer to you as cute. Between your diet, exercises, and herbal supplements the majority of what manly muscles you had have already morphed into soft curves. When you try, your feminine persona is extremely realistic.
"Darling, let's be brutally honest. As a traditional 'man'", she used her fingers to make imaginary quotation marks around the word man, "you are a failure!"
Shocked by her candidness and disparaging description of his manhood, Jack openly wept.
Rose could see the hurt and anguish she caused. She felt just a small pang of regret, so she hugged her husband and tried to console him.
"I am sorry, much of what I have said is the alcohol speaking. But that doesn't change the facts you can't go into this thing half-cocked. It's either all in or get out while you can."
Rather than answer, he merely shrugged his shoulders. Jack felt himself losing control of his life. "Excuse me. I need a few minutes alone."
He ran to the bathroom and locked himself in and sobbed uncontrollably. Rose could hear his weeping through the door but nothing she said could get him to come out.
While waiting for her husband to get over his pity party, Rose took the opportunity for a couple more drinks, after a good 30 minutes a crestfallen Jack emerged and plopped on the couch and buried his face in his hands. It took him several additional minutes to compose himself enough to speak, "Rose, you can be really mean and cruel. I feel so emasculated when you talk like that. Why are you trying to hurt me?"
Rose made a pronouncement as if she were a Greek God atop Mt. Olympus, "If you are done acting like some angst-ridden teenage girl I will continue. All I have done is state the obvious."
Her voice trailed away as she seemed too focused on an object far away. "Hell Jack, we can agree that your less-than-impressive member is more a sense of shame than pride.
You haven't been able to give me a baby and you can't even financially support your family. You love going to the ballet, your only real talents lay in cooking and chess. These are hardly he-man endeavors are they? Let's face it Jack, if it wasn't for my salary we would be homeless. Aren't you tired of being a looser?
"You couldn't get a job as a computer programmer so you ended up in sales. That's not exactly worked out for you, has it? You aren't a people person and at the best of times you struggle selling. You're always under immense pleasure, just to make your minimum sales quotas. Your commissions aren't going to improve until there is a major turnaround in the economy."
Jack brook down and had another good cathartic cry right there on the couch. His tears streamed down his cheeks like the flow of hot lava from a volcano.
Rose waited for the weeping to let up, and mustered her supporting argument as she changed the tenor of her logic. Rose light heartedly proposed. "If you won't do this government project, then maybe you should investigate a career field change, something that would better fit your personality and natural talents." She was tempted to add such as interior decorator, hair stylist or manicurist, but felt she had already made her point.
An obviously inebriated Rose continued, "Darling, the nice government man has promised to take very good care of me in your absence. He ensured me of a very generous stipend while you are away. In addition to your government pay as a GS 11. So when you come home we will have a very nice nest egg. That way I can keep the house and even save a little. Aside from being the right thing to do, it will set us up financially.
"Please don't think of this as giving up your manhood, it's just a brief hiatus, a pleasant journey on the feminine side of the street. All we are asking is that you set aside your masculinity for the greater good. Excuse the pun, but Jack why don't you just 'man up' and agree to this procedure! When this is over we will still be husband and wife and will live happily ever after."
Jack wiped his nose with the back of his hand and said, "I suggest you go find yourself a real man, I am sure with the right enticements you could get Mike to volunteer. I suppose compared to Mike I am no man at all?"
"Don't go there, this is not about Mike."
"Answer me, is Mike a better man than me?"
"You are being stubborn, if you want to get into a juvenile cock measuring contest, I'll indulge you. In all honesty, Mike is twice the man you are. He is bigger, stronger, more self-confident, more virile and extremely well endowed." Then after a brief pause she added, "From what I hear."
Rose moved across the room and knelt in front of her husband. She took his hands in hers and stared deeply into his eyes, "Jack, you are testing my patience. Old wham, bam, thank you ma'am, Mike, may be a real stud and the biggest cock hound in town. But you are the only person for this job. Mike wouldn't and couldn't do it. It takes a better person, a better man than him, this job calls for an individual that has balls enough to be a woman. My love, I know that person is you."
"Just get it over with and call me a fucking queer!"
"Oh darling, don't be so sensitive. For heaven's sake, stop with the sad gloomy puppy dog eyes. I am not trying to usurp your masculinity. All I am doing is stating the obvious. Clothes, makeup and a set of small tits don't determine one's sexual orientation. It's what's between the ears and in your heart that's more important than what is between your legs or on your chest."
An emotionally distraught Jack inquired, "I still don't understand why we can't continue doing this using padding?"
"Fine, be like that!" She said with a bit of a scowl in her voice. "What we have done so far is nothing but window dressing. To carry this off you need to feel like a woman and there is nothing that makes a person feel more feminine than her own set of tits. So what say you?
"This is your chance to get rich in self-respect and pride. No one would ever be able to take that feeling of accomplishment away from us. In the grand scheme of things what are a couple pounds of quivering flesh compared to lifetime of self-esteem? The implants can always be removed."
"Let me lay it on the line, if you decide not to do this, then I am calling the whole thing off. I refuse to sacrifice you and send you on a fool's errand. Everything we have done the last few weeks will have been for naught. If you agree to this I won't lie to you, it will be a very tumultuous voyage. But I will be with you every step of the way. You are going to make me so proud. When you have completed this assignment you will be a true modern day hero. We have long lives ahead of us, won't it be wonderful to look back on this period and know we have made a difference! Look at it this way; everyone dies but only a few get a chance to truly live!"
Jack replied slowly, "I'm not looking for a medal, but if I get one I would just like to still have a manly chest to pin it on when this is all over."
Smiling Rose continued, "Oh, poor Jackie, don't you realize that when you are successful, Jack will never receive any public acclaim, all the glory will go to Daisy, so any medals will be draped on nice soft boobs not on some hairy manly chest."
"Can you guarantee me that if I do as you request, that if I, or should I say, when I, come home our relationship will return to the place we were at before this all started?"
Rose paused for a few moments and looked out at nothing, her eyes glazed over before returning her focus back to her husband. "Don't be a fool Jack, no one can do that. Every event we experience changes us in some way, we can never recreate the past. Only God knows what the future will hold. But that doesn't mean the future won't be just as good if not better than the past. The only thing I can guarantee is that I love you and nothing can ever change that."
Jack made a sour face and said, "I'll admit that there times I have enjoyed our little games, but this is such a big step. I'm not sure what I should do."
"Don't be a silly goose, using the term 'enjoyed' is not accurate. I have seen you, I would more appropriately use the terms giddy or even euphoric. Hell Jack be honest, you love getting all pretty in your feminine finery. When you are in Daisy mode you are the sweetest, most demur female on the planet. Jack, it just jumps out at me that Daisy is much closer to your true inner being than Jack."
Jack wore a smirk on his face, "Don't paint me with your emotions and expectations. I don't have a gender dysphoria; I'm a male and want to stay that way! But you are correct, there are times I love getting all dolled up, but I also love Disneyland that doesn't mean I want to live there. Rose, you are turning something that started out as a fun playful game into a sentence. If I have surgery, I can't just wash it off like my makeup. I'm condemned to live as a woman for the foreseeable future."
"Damn your eyes Jack, don't you dare imply being a woman or even living as one is a punishment. It's an honor! To follow up on your Disneyland metaphor look at it like this, over the past 4 weeks you have paid your entrance fee. You're now in line for Space Mountain. Just sit back and enjoy the ride. Please Jack do this for me, do it for us!"
"Rose you know I would sacrifice my life for you. If you needed a heart transplant I would be the first one in line to donate. I admit that female mannerisms, dress and makeup are now almost second nature to me. But what you are asking is for me to…to give up my masculinity."
Rose reached the crux of her agreement, the coup de grace – she played the guilt card. "Alright I know this can all be daunting, but if you don't love me enough to do this one simple thing I have asked of you, then just say so and we can move on. We will make Daisy disappear forever and you can go back to the old, plain, underachieving Jack."
A teary eyed Jack hugged his wife and she tenderly kissed his tears away.
"Damn you Rose you can be a hardheaded, stubborn, demanding SOB!"
"So what's your point Jack? You are correct I can be demanding, but you know what I am suggesting is the best course of action. Now my little, sexy husband just say yes and let's move this thing along."
Mortified that he was again crying like a school girl, Jack wobbled on his feet like a newborn fawn as he tried to push himself away from his wife. She clung to him and pulled his head to her shoulder. It was at this point being held in his loving wife's arms that Jack's resistance broke and he consented to the surgery. Surprisingly, now that the decision had been made, the demons were finally exorcised in his head.
Signing the medical release form, Jack quipped through clenched teeth, "Alright Rose, you win, I guess I am about to become the newest member of the mammary gang. I just hope the club initiation isn't too bad."
Her immediate response consisted only of a Cheshire cat grin. A jubilant Rose rushed off to fax in the forms so he couldn't change his mind then fixed them both a celebratory drink. She was delighted that Jack agreed to the procedure. At best, she had expected a protracted argument; his total capitulation was welcomed but surprising. Thinking, 'Perhaps, I should feel guilty about what we have planned for my poor unsuspecting husband. But, que sera, que sera, whatever will be, will be. The future's not ours to see.'
Getting in bed, Jack turned to Rose and said, "Honey, can we talk?"
"Jackie we talk all the time, now it's late, just go to sleep."
"No Rose you are wrong, we don't talk. You talk and I listen there is a difference."
"Jackie, stop being asinine, you are just tired. You have just made a monumental decision and are probably having second thoughts. Go to sleep, it will all look better in the morning. Now I am not going to tell you again, go to sleep!"
"Rose you can be a stubborn, bossy wife. There are times you can be a bit cavalier about my feelings. I love you more than life itself, I know you are infatuated with Daisy but I need to know, do you still love Jack?"
Rose hesitated, choosing her words carefully before she answered evasively, "You know I love you, you daft sod, now nighty night."
That night after they had retired, Jack laid in gloomy silence staring into the dark. Jack had to rationalize the motivation behind his decision. Why didn't he just say no? Why had he agreed to do this? The most likely reason is because he can never deny Rose anything, or did he do it because it is the right thing, or was he easily persuaded into it for some deeper reason? Jack spent the night silently weeping in his soul over this latest turn of events.
While Jack was tormented by his decision, his wife lay next to him with her emotions likewise in fluctuation, bouncing back and forth between feeling actual remorse for her treachery of this poor gullible man and jubilation at being one step closer to her goal.
Rose's last thoughts before falling into a deep sleep were, 'I have my wants and needs, the government has their priorities, if my husband isn't man enough to stand up to me, then that is his problem.'
"Boobs just go to prove men CAN focus on two things at once."
A NOTE REGARDING THIS STORY.
This is a fictional chronicle of a normal hardworking guy named Jack. The federal government made him an offer he couldn't refuse. All they asked was for Jack to go undercover to help the U.S. Government ensnare a terrorist.
Any resemblance of the characters depicted in the story to actual individuals is coincidental. All events are the sole responsibility of the author. None of the scenes in this story depict minors engaged in any sexual encounter.
This story has been previously posted on other sites. It is being posted here with a strong rewrite; some new chapters have been added. I had my BFF Monica Rose edit the material so it should be more readable. Marina
Marina: [email protected]
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Chapter 18 - Jack's Last Day at Work
"It's enjoyable to be a woman. It's fun to flirt and wear makeup and have boobs." Eve Mendes
Jack spent the dark hours silently weeping in his soul over this latest turn of events. He had to rationalize the motivation behind his decision. Why didn't he just say no? Why had he agreed to do this? The most likely reason is because he could never deny Rose anything or did he do it because it was the right thing or was he easily persuaded into it for some deeper reason?
Rose stared into the darkness, the only illumination being from their clock radio. The last conscious thoughts before falling into a troubled sleep were, 'I have my wants and needs, if my husband isn't man enough to stand up to me that's his problem. The total subjugation of my husband to my will is an untold delight and with any luck a precursor of many pleasant times to come.'
The week leading up to surgery had been especially difficult for Jack. Whenever Rose was displeased in any way, Jack's eyebrows were plucked like a chicken. Each hair removed was a bit more of Jack's masculinity disappearing.
As he was dressing for his last day at work, Jack noticed his unmanly thin brows. With a catch in his voice he grumbled to Rose. "I can't go to work looking like this. I have been trying to obscure my feminization, this I can't hide."
An unsympathetic Rose said, "Oh, nonsense, here with just a touch of eyebrow pencil I can fill them in for you. In a few weeks, they will have grown out."
Using her dark brown pencil, she expertly shaped Jack's brows with just a hint more of a feminine arch and colored them in a shade darker than his normal hair color.
"Stop being such a crybaby about everything. If you hadn't screwed up so much, you wouldn't have any problems. Now get dressed. We're going to be late for work."
In his haste to get dressed, Jack failed to notice his usual white brassiere had been exchanged for a padded beige one, that had he looked closely he would have noticed it clearly showed through his white dress shirt.
On their ride into work, Rose was particularly cheery. She could smell the perfume she had lavishly sprayed on Jack's jacket that morning. It was a lot heavier than she normally used on his clothes. Over the weeks, poor Jack had become desensitized to the smell. He wore so much of it at home the smell had become normal. But from the gossip floating around the office Jack was the only one that hadn't picked up on the aroma.
"Jack, please don't worry so much. Stop with the 'Miss Negativity', everything is going to be fine. Go into Mike's office and turn in your vacation request and then tomorrow Jack will go into a hiatus and Daisy will come fully into the daylight."
Just before arriving at their parking spot, Rose took out her lipstick and profusely applied an extra thick layer of the darkest red she owned. In addition to coating her lips, Rose surreptitiously applied a small amount to her thumbs. Riding up in the elevator, as the doors were about to open on their floor, Rose grabbed Jack by the back of his head, she pulled his face towards hers and kissed him with all her strength, grinding her lips to his and simultaneously wiping the red coloration onto his cheeks. Breaking the kiss she whispered in his ear, "Have a good day dear. No matter what happens remember I love you."
A befuddled Jack left the elevator and turned around and confronted Rose, "Honey I have not turned in a formal request for leave two weeks early like HR demands. What if Mike refuses to give me the time off?"
"Jack you are the stereotypical blond airhead. We decided you need some time off, for medical reasons, so everything is arranged."
"We? Who is we?"
"Oh, Mike and I had a long conversation about you. I have already cleared it with him. We had a long chat about you needing some time off, for 'personal reasons.' There'll be no problem. I have even given Mike my recommendation on your replacement."
"You did what?"
Grabbing Jack's head Rose pulled his face in close, wiping the remaining red residue on his cheeks. Nose to nose Rose firmly said, "Jack, I suggested Miriam Cohen, be promoted. She is more than qualified. Now, I don't like your tone. I don't have the energy, patience, or time for this hissy fit right now. As a company officer, I did what is best for the corporation, grow up and get to work."
Jack apologized for his angry outburst and headed for his office. Jill, one of the secretaries, met him as he was about to enter his office. She snickered and said, "My, my, don't we look elegant today, trying a new look are we? I love the new color you are wearing, where did you get it? I would love to get some for my grandmother."
Jack glanced down at his suit and responded, "Jill, what the devil are you talking about?"
With an embarrassing laugh, she said, "Never mind, it's not important. Mike wants to see you immediately."
Rose exited the elevator and trailed in her husband's wake. Waiting for Jack to enter Mike's office, she walked up to the Jill and, right on cue, started to cry.
"Jill did you see my husband? He is openly wearing makeup now. I could handle wearing woman's underwear to work, the dresses on the weekends, but makeup out in the open is more than I can take. Hell, he would come to work looking like Tammy Faye Bakker if I would let him. You want to see his latest photos? Come to my office at lunch and we can have a drink. I will show you the Daisy album."
"Daisy?" inquired Jill.
"Yes, just between us girls, when Jack is in his girlie mode he is quite narcissistic. He insists on being called Daisy and has turned one whole wall of our bedroom into a pictorial Daisy shrine. He has had me take hundreds of pictures."
Jill responded, "I would love to see the photos, but Mrs. Sokolov, I don't think Mike would approve of us drinking during working hours."
"Oh, you are a foolish girl, who do you think gave me the bottle I keep in my desk? Come on by and bring some friends we'll have a party. If you would feel more comfortable we could keep it to wine coolers."
A sympathetic Jill hugged Rose and tried to comfort her. "Yeah, Mrs. Sokolov, your husband, has always been a bit effeminate but the recent changes have everyone guessing. All of us girls have noticed the nylons, perfume, the plucked eyebrows, his mannerisms becoming so feminine, and then he started wear bras and the lipstick, but we all like both you guys. You have been great bosses. So we have kept quite. I am so sorry."
"Lipstick, that witch gave me his word it was only tinted lip balm."
"Mrs. Sokolov, it may have been lip balm it is hard to say.
"Why do you stay with him or is it, her now?"
"Jill, you are still young, as you get older you will find if you love someone you often have to overlook some minor quirks.
"I understand that, but this seems to be more than 'minor'. Is he into guys?"
"Oh, heavens no Jill, Jack lives in a cock free zone." Rose moved her hand to her crotch and extended her pinky and wiggled it about and said, "If you know what I mean."
"Excuse me for prying but I thought you and Mike were an item? The betting around the office is that it's only a matter of time until you left Jack for Mike."
"Yes, Mike is good for a few laughs, and other things, if you know what I mean? But Jack is the man I love. Pardon the cliché but Jack is my soul mate, Mike could never be anything but my boy toy."
Jill retreated to her cubicle grinning from ear to ear and bursting at the seams to tell everyone her latest gossip. Rose walked off sniffling and headed to her office. Sitting at her desk she rapidly converted her sniffles into humming, "I love it when a plan comes together". Rose was delighted at the way things were progressing; convinced Steve would be happy as well.
Within minutes, the story of Daisy had circulated throughout the building. Every secretary in the building was begging Jill for an invitation to the lunchtime party.
Entering Mike's office, a perplexed Jack stood before his boss. Mike glanced up from his desk and scrutinized his nervous employee. The bright color on his lips triggered an immediate reaction from Mike. He viciously attacked Jack's manhood. "You god-damn fairy, if you insist on wearing makeup, at least get lipstick that doesn't clash with your suit."
A bewildered Jack wiped his hand across his lips. He discovered the gift Rose has left him. A humiliated Jack started to explain, but Mike stopped him.
"Jack, you limpdick moron, just hand me your papers and get out! Get your ass back to pixie land or wherever fairies like you go. Lord, I can't for the life of me understand what that sexpot of a wife of yours sees in a twerp like you. If it wasn't for your wife and how let's say…accommodating, she has been in servicing the company's needs, I would have let you go a long time ago. I was going to let you go on medical leave but after your little fashion show this morning, consider yourself on 'unpaid leave status.' Don't call us. We'll call you when and if we need your services again. Maybe we can actually get a few new sales without the fairy leading our sales department! Now get out before I lose my temper and kick your sissy ass."
Jack returned to his office fuming. How did he become the bad guy in all this? He uses his hankie and exchanged his lipstick for a thick coat of colored Chap Stick. Rose stuck her head into his office during the early morning to check on Jack, but didn't give him the opportunity to say anything. Jack stood and followed her in an attempt to explain what Mike said. But Rose was gone before he could get the words out. During the day, Jack called Rose's office incessantly but she refused to take his call.
During her brief glimpse at her husband, Rose gleefully noticed he had removed the red from his lips but not from his cheeks. She also observed that without his suit coat Jack's bra was clearly visible through his white shirt.
The rest of her day was extremely tedious and Rose was only able to handle the most routine of actions. Her mind whirled at the possibilities that lay before her and Jack. She marveled at how close she was to her daydream.
During their ride home at the day's end, Jack complained to Rose about his embarrassing predicament. A disinterested Rose dismissed his concerns with contempt.
"Listen twinkle toes you are unbelievable, here you sit wearing a bra, a corset, stockings, and panties, and this time tomorrow you are going to be a man with tits and you are worried about a little lipstick residue. Get over it!"
After her harsh rebuke, Rose tried on several occasions to restart a conversation. Jack merely sulked and answered in monosyllable grunts. The ride home was filled with tension; it was so palatable you could cut it with a knife. They became embroiled in a huge traffic jam. Rose, normally calm and rational just lost it. She laid on the car horn and screamed obscenities out her window. Then spying an open ally, Rose drove the car up the curb onto the sidewalk and speed down the side street.
As they pulled into their garage, Jack ended his silence, "Rose, I am scared to death. I am having serious doubts about surgery. What will my life be like after this operation is over? Will I be able to go back to being Jack? Will I even have a job?"
In a cold authoritative tone Rose shrieked, "God damn you Jack, if you attempt to wimp out now I will never forgive you! You are delusional if you think I will let you renege on your promise!"
"Relax Rose, I will keep my word. It's just that the magnitude of my decision could have all kinds of unintended consequences. Hell, how will I ever get my old job back? No one is going to respect me, I will be a pariah. I will be known as the salesman with boobs. I will be laughed out of the business."
Rose could read her husband's facial micro expressions and knew he was under tremendous psychological stress, so she hugged him and teasingly whispered into his ear, "Jack, cheer up, you always hated that job anyway. When this is over we will find you something more suitable to you talents. I hear Lucy in accounting is pregnant so in eight months or so there is going to be an opening in the secretarial pool. Of course you will have to work on your typing and dictation skills, but maybe I can pull a few strings. Speaking of 'dicktation', let's get you into bed. We can start your training right now."
After coating his lips in her most expensive and long lasting lipstick, Rose led Jack to the bedroom and was like a wild animal. She first pulled Jack to her chest and had him nursing there until she couldn't stand it any longer. She pushed her husband's head down between her legs. Rose luxuriated in the red telltale marks ringing her nipples. As Jack worked his magic in her love garden Rose clearly visualized a similar residue on her vulva. After several satisfying organisms, Rose permitted Jack, for the first time in weeks to enter her Bermuda triangle – an area where Jack's prick went into never to be seen again. The two lovers kept at it until exhaustion overtook them both.
Luxuriating in the afterglow of sex, Rose continued to tease her husband. "Cheer up Jack; you have just exchanged a position in the boardroom for one in the bedroom and that is one position you are in no danger of ever being laid off."
The reason a dog has so many friends is that he wags his tail instead of his tongue.
A NOTE REGARDING THIS STORY.
This is a fictional chronicle of a normal hardworking guy named Jack. The federal government made him an offer he couldn't refuse. All they asked was for Jack to go undercover to help the U.S. Government ensnare a terrorist.
Any resemblance of the characters depicted in the story to actual individuals is coincidental. All events are the sole responsibility of the author. None of the scenes in this story depict minors engaged in any sexual encounter.
This story has been previously posted on other sites. It is being posted here with a strong rewrite; some new chapters have been added. I had my BFF Monica Rose edit the material so it should be more readable. -- Marina
We know that some of the characters presented here are unlikeable or appear to be unbelievable. That is the point though. People grow and learn through their experiences. And there is always hope for justice and punishment.
Marina: [email protected]
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Chapter 19 – Surgery and Recovery
"Becoming the new feminine ideal requires just the right combination of insecurity, exercise, bulimia and surgery." Garry Trudeau
Jack was wheeled into surgery. Steve and the doctor had been at odds for days. The doctor objected to an unrequested procedure to the patient. Under threats of HLS fabricating malpractice claims against the doctor, he had finally agreed to medically implant a large dose of an experimental slow release estrogen hormone in conjunction with the breast implants. If the manufacture was to be believed the implants would increase a girl's breast size one full cup in six months – and since they were implanting twice the recommended dosage everyone was excited to monitor the results. Steve justified his actions by explaining small breast implants were not sufficient for the governments needs. If Jack didn't appear to be more feminine, he would be in great personal danger. His argument was that the doctor was actually saving the patient's life. So reluctantly during the surgery, the slow dissolving capsules were hidden under the saline implants.
As a side issue, unbeknown to the doctor, Steve, undercover and masquerading as a nurse, slipped into Jack's room right after surgery and injected him directly with a strong dose of estrogen to speed up his agent's feminization process.
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In the waiting room while Jack was in surgery, Rose paced the floor, praying her husband would eventually come home to her. Rose had come to this same conclusion as Steve about Jack – the more feminine he appeared, the more likely he would accomplish his mission and return safely. She had two of her fertility hormone hypodermics in her purse, planning on giving them to her husband to hasten his feminization. While waiting to be told Jack was in recovery, a nurse in the traditional white outfit, cap and all walked to the coffee machine. Rose was shocked to recognize her. She walked over to the nurse and tapped her on the shoulder.
"My God is that you Steve?"
"Shush Rose, I’m Stephanie now. See -- it says so on my name tag. We want to make sure your husband is safe here. I volunteered for guard duty. This nurse gig was the only thing available. How did you recognize me?"
"Stephanie, you make an attractive woman, but I would recognize you anywhere, even behind that heavy coating of makeup."
"Stop it, you're making be blush. I thought my feminine disguise was almost perfect. I even had one of the orderlies hit on me. My wife complained I was using all her good cosmetics so I had to buy my own at the drug store. What do you think?"
"Your wife knows you go out dressed like that?"
"She doesn't approve but understands that it's all part of my job. At first, she helped me with my disguise but she has lost interest in helping me. In all honesty, I think she is a tad jealous. She may be prettier than me. But with the aid of a corset and a little padding, I have a better figure than her and don't get me started on my legs; they are way better than hers."
"I have to agree. Your legs aren't half bad. However, I haven't seen many nurses that wear heavy makeup to work. Aside from that you're totally believable. I bet you could use the ladies restroom without raising any suspicions."
"Thanks, I have been in and out of there several times this morning," he said. When he saw the look on her face, he continued, "Don't look so surprised a girl has to look her best; the lighting in there is perfect for making adjustments to my face.
"I'm going to check on how the surgery is coming along. I'll let you know when Jack is moved to the recovery room."
Thanks to her contacts with the nursing staff, Rose was allowed in the moment Jack returned from surgery. While he was still groggy, she took the opportunity to inject her syringes into Jack's IV line. Rose felt strongly that the female hormones would ultimately help Jack develop into a more realistic she-male – thus saving his life. Poor Jack now had more estrogen in his blood stream than a sorority house.
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Jack awoke in the hospital room with a great deal of trepidation; the pressure on his chest was a reminder of what he had agreed to do for his country. Reaching up he felt the soft mounds protruding from his chest. It took a few seconds to find the areola. Stroking them lightly was delightful but nothing like the sensitive cherries on top. Those produced a lightning bolt of pleasure that he felt all the way to his groin. As his hands massaged his new feminine glands, he fought back to the state of full wakefulness. His thumbs manipulated his sensitive nipples. Jack gave himself up to the wonderful sensations emanating from his newest erogenous zones. He felt himself floating on a soft cloud of femininity.
Rose stood silently and watched her barely conscious husband explore his new female appendages. Rose smiled as he spent several minutes massaging his new breasts coaxing his nipples into large firm nubs. Jack let out a soft purr and opened his eyes. He saw Rose smiling at him. It was one of those 'ah ha' monuments. Neither spoke. In shame at feeling himself up, Jack pulled his hands away.
"No Jack! Put them back. Don't be ashamed. They're there for our enjoyment. Let me show you just how nice it can be."
Rose reached out and covered the mounds of soft flesh with her hands. No words were necessary; they exchanged a look of love, without fear, without shame, without judgment, just warm tender love of a man and a woman. As Rose continued to fondle her husband, she bent down and lovingly kissed him on the lips. An unspoken covenant of understanding was forged in that recovery room.
Eventually, Jack found his voice, "Rose I know I resisted the implants, hell I have fought this whole girly thing, but these feel incredible, especially my new delightful little nubs. I really think I might come to like these changes."
Rose eyeing the erection tenting up the bed sheets said, "Yeah, my 'Grande Dame' I can tell you like them."
Rose stared at her husband as her heart soared at the fact her husband might enjoy his new position as a female. His hands replaced hers on the double towers of joy. He continued to play with his twin peaks.
Rose looked over her shoulder to ensure no one was watching Jacks exhibition of self sexual gratification. "Take it easy on your new playthings, the warranty doesn't cover abuse. Let's get you dressed so we can go home and explore your toys together."
Arriving home, Jack discovered Rose had redecorated. She had covered their marital bed in a new Daisy print comforter and had filled the room with a dozen vases of flowers. Jack was overwhelmed at the thoughtfulness of his wife. As Jack started to disrobe, Rose entered carrying two flutes of champagne and a small package. "Jack I have a present for you. It is a Prima Donna Deauville Underwire Bra, the best money can buy. I guess we can retire those silly breast forms now that you have the real thing. I have provided you with a whole host of bras all in your size so you can stop wearing mine. Isn't that titillating – pun intended?"
Jack grimaced at the crude witticism, but enthusiastically tore the wrappings off his present.
"I want you to embrace your new breasts, luxuriate in them. Jackie, you are now and always will be my husband. You may not be as ruggedly masculine as you once were. You may find this hard to believe but I have a lesbian twist to my personality. So to me you are way more desirable."
Climbing into bed with Jack, Rose nuzzled up to husband and continued in a sultry voice, "Let me show you how I feel about what my husband did for me." Unexpectedly, Rose started to cry.
Jack responded, "Please don't cry. I don't know what I did but I'm sorry."
Rose blinked hard trying to banish all the tears. She opened her mouth to say something, but the only thing that came out was a heartfelt, "Thank you."
Rose reached up and caressed the underside of his breast. Then she made a beeline for the pleasure gold mine of his nipples. It had been so long since Jack was on the receiving end of pleasure. His central nervous system was suddenly overwhelmed. Rose reclined next to her husband and hungrily nursed on one of his nipples. Jack gave himself up to the sensations of Rose stroking him, licking and lightly biting his nipples. Jack tensed then climaxed, in the throes of his orgasm, he moaned audibly. His sperm shot out and covered his hooters in cum. The streams of his semen were warm, but quickly cooled against his skin. Rose leaned forward and flicked her tongue along a stream of man seed that was sliding down Jack's breast. As he caught his breath, he turned to his impishly smiling wife.
"What just happened?"
"My dear, you just had what is referred to as a boobgasm. Only a very lucky number of women have them. It would seem you have extremely sensitive breasts." Rose scooped up some cum on her finger and offered it to Jack. He declined so Rose proceeded to lap up the cloudy liquid pooled on her husband's chest."
"I am mortified to say this but that was probably the most intense orgasm I've ever had."
At that, Rose rolled on to her back and turned her head she winked at the tiny camera hidden above the corner dresser. For the rest of the afternoon, the couple moved their bodies against each other with a passion and knowledge grown over years of lovemaking.
That night they fell asleep firmly cuddled nipple to nipple.
The next two days of recovery found Jack fixated on his new assets. When he wasn't fondling them he was admiring them in the mirror. Jack was pleasantly surprised to find all his old bras had been replaced with sexy lace bras in every conceivable color.
Jack was reclining on the bed, topless, using his saliva to lubricate his finger tips he was playing with his nipples. Rose had to finally put her foot down.
"Daisy, I admit they're beautiful and we're both going to get a lot of enjoyment out of them, they're not going anywhere. Your training has progressed superbly but now is not the time for lollygagging. Put on a bra, get dressed and let's get back to work.
Rose's temperament had changed following the surgery. She had become more impulsive and more sexually aggressive. One night as Daisy was doing the dishes, Rose snuck up behind Jack, reached around and grabbed his new and still sensitive breasts. "Wanna fuck, or is lil' old Jackie not up to it?"
"Sure, first let me finish in here. Then we can go play a game of hide the salami," wisecracked Jack.
Rose caught the clock on the micro way out of the corner of her eye. "Sorry sweetheart, I can't wait. I have to get to the gym; I have an appointment with Mike. He has a new aerobic exercise he is anxious for me to try. I'll be late, if I stop to play. Leave the light on for me, and we can take this up when I come home. I've got to go, toodles."
A sweaty Rose returned hours latter and stealthily crept into the house. She found her husband dressed in a new negligee and wearing enough makeup to keep a streetwalker supplied for a week. Jack was caught in the act of rubbing his manhood through the lacy material while massaging his new breast with the other hand. A bemused Rose boldly stepped in the room and said, "Hi Cinderella, I see you have started without me. Why don't you hold that thought while I get cleaned up?"
Rose headed to the bathroom wearing a elfin smile, glanced at the camera lens and thought 'That will make a great video.' She returned and aggressively pulled Jack into bed, then attacked his breast like a famished infant, sucking the nipple so hard it actually was painful in a good sort of way. The two kept at it until both partners had reached satisfactory climaxes.
It was then that Jack pulled his head up from between Roses thighs and asked, "Why have you changed? Before my surgery you rebuffed my every attempt at intimacy. I felt like you didn't want a husband any longer, I was only your roommate that you used as your personal muff diver. You kept me around to give you pleasure, my needs were inconsequential! Now it's like you can't get enough of me."
"Don't pout honey, just be happy with what we have now, I haven't changed. It is all in your imagination."
"Rose, don't patronize me! It was not a mistaken perception, you turned frigid towards me. I want to know why!"
After a long thoughtful pause Rose responded, "If you must know, I was doing what I was told was necessary. It was determined that the best way to keep you motivated was to control your libido. A needy man is a pliable man. I hated having to forsake your pleasures, but sacrifices had to be made. I'll admit that from my perspective it was a grand time. I had more orgasms in the last few weeks than in the previous year. You may not realize it, but the more sexually frustrated you grew the better your technique became. Darling, if we ever get desperate for money, I could rent you out to my woman's club and retire off the profits.
"Of equal importance, you needed to develop affection for feminine clothing without associating the experience with sexual gratification."
"Rose, I am not that conversant in these things, but it seems you are trying to program me into a transvestite."
After another long pause, Rose volunteered, "You're correct. It was decided by acclimation, the government and I, felt that if your actions were that of a true TV, it would be better than if you were pretending to be one. It is impossible to convince anyone you are something unless you believe it yourself. Your insincerity would be spotted immediately. I never wanted to change you; I don't want a different husband. I just wanted to get you to admit that deep inside, you have always had two personalities; one that has inclinations to the feminine side."
Rose reached out and lovingly caressed her husband's hairless arm. "Darling, I want to share my life with my soft feminine hubby. Dear you must admit you're not the same man I married. You have changed, for the better as far as I am concerned. You were always a loving partner, now you are much more demonstrative and affectionate. Is that such a bad thing?"
A despondent Jack inquired, "Rose why did you think it necessary to manipulate me rather than just explain it all?"
Rose scrunched her face and answered, "I don't like the word manipulate. It sounds so calculating. I'd rather say that we had a collaborative experience."
"Bullshit Rose, I'm nothing but a means to an end for both you and the government. Just admit it! What if I don't want to live my life as a woman? It seems I should have had a say in all this."
"Jack, I don't blame you for being upset."
"How sweet of you!"
Infuriated by his sarcasm Rose spat back, "Don't you get smart with me. I am not going to argue over spilt milk."
Rose's voice was cooking up to battle pitch, tiny lines of frustration formed across her brow as she spoke. "The why of all this, is inconsequential, what's done is done. I did what I thought was correct and easiest for all concerned. Now let's just move on."
Jack conceded with a submissive shrug of his shoulders.
The next afternoon Rose unexpectedly showed up at the bedroom door and found Jack transfixed in front of the vanity putting the finishing touches on his makeup. She was in awe at what she found. Her husband was nowhere to be found, instead was an attractive woman wearing a pushup bra that amplified the 'oomph' of her boobs. Combined with the waist cincher she realized Jack has developed a more than respectable figure.
Rose watched Jack add a coat of lip gloss. With a voyeuristic lust Rose smirked and let out an ecstatic "Gotcha!"
Summing up a most fetching blush and a coy expression on his face, Jack turned towards his wife. Respectively he lowered his eyes to the floor. Jack took the rim of his skirt daintily between his thumbs and forefingers, and held it out formally. He submissively bowed his head and shoulders slightly forward. Jack extended one foot behind the other bent both his legs at the knee and dipped in a full deep curtsy. With grace unthought-of 6 weeks before.
Grinning impishly Rose applauded wildly, "My, aren't we proud of ourselves. You are preening yourself like a teenage girl waiting for her prom date."
Rose lightheartedly searched through her dresser and produced a small velvet drawstring purse. She tied it on Jack's limp wrist where it fluttered in a very charming manner. Jack took up the challenge and playfully skipped around the room in a brazen coquettish manner. During his third lap Rose grabbed his free hand and pulled him into a standing cuddle. "Daisy, you are an adorable cream puff! Is there something you want to tell me? What has become of the macho man who called himself my husband?" Pulling him close Rose started kissing her husband in soft nibbles. What had started as nothing more than a playful caress of the lips, evolved as their mutual passion grew into a long, lustful toe curling kiss. Their lips seemed fused together.
Breaking the kiss but standing cheek to cheek Rose said, "Daisy Bell, your makeup is exquisite and the bouquet of your perfume is intoxicating. If we added a cameo broach and a bustle you could pass for an 18th century debutant. Now let's go play Jack in the box!"
Jack retorted with a twinkle in his eyes. "Fuck off, Rose I am just having a little fun and wearing makeup like you ordered."
Jack stepped towards the mirror and admired himself. "I hadn't thought about jewelry. Do you have a cameo broach? This dress needs something."
Ending his silliness, Jack continued, "I am just assessing my possibilities of truly passing as a woman. That doesn't mean I am happy about my appearance."
Jack did a twirl in front of Rose and asked, "Well whaddya say, can I pass or not? I have given this a lot of thought. I have decided if I'm going to do this I want to do it right. I don't want to come across as a caricature of a woman. I want people to look at me and just assume I'm female."
Rose was so happy that tears came to her eyes, she grabbed Jack and the pair tumbled onto the bed. Rose licked his ear and purred, "Hmm, now let me see, is she or isn't she a he. I think you are good enough to eat. Let's skip dinner and just devour each other."
She pushed Jack's head down to her crotch and teased, "You go first, I had a large lunch."
Rose thoroughly enjoyed another of her husband's tongue adorations. Rose laid there in the afterglow of great sex and thought, 'His hours of hovering between my legs have created a level of expectations which may be hard to maintain in the future.'
These weeks after surgery were spent in orgasmic euphoria when they weren't spent refining his feminine walk and reinforcing his previous lessons on feminine mannerisms, and generally the traits that would accentuate his femininity.
The two lovers copulated ever chance they could get. At times it seemed they were two animals in heat, constantly rutting together. Cold showers were a thing of the past. Jack had past his final exams in the mastery of the boudoir arts. The couple was blissfully content, they could have happily live out their lives just as is – but there was always that black cloud hovering over their heads, 'The assignment.'
On Wednesday afternoon, Rose walked into the bedroom and again found her husband naked from the waist up, admiring his new profile in the mirror. Jack felt sheepish at getting caught again doing such a feminine act. Rose had a devious half smile, but said nothing and simply walked back to the kitchen.
Chasing after Rose his new tits painfully bounced all over the place. Jack trapped her in the kitchen, "Please understand sweetheart. Everything I have done is to please you."
Then cupping his breasts and pushing them up for maximum effect he went on, "It just so happens that I am beginning to enjoy this. Does that make me a freak or a sissy in your eyes?"
Rose said proudly, "My dear husband, the sissy in you is long gone. You are now a good looking woman, with her own beautiful set of womanly assets."
"Rose, please be serious! Despite my physical appearance I am still a man in my head and heart. I don't have a Cinderella complex!"
"Jack you may consider yourself a man but from where I am standing your subconscious mind has been converted to the feminine. There is no disgrace in that. This isn't a curse, it's a gift. I am delighted at the way you have turned out."
With that comment Rose dismissed a chastised Jack with just a wave of her hand. Jack toddled back to his vanity to consider the ramifications of what Rose had said.
Jack was totally befuddled by this latest revelation. He wondered if Rose was truly a lesbian, bi-sexual, or just an old fashioned kinky kook? Had he lost his manhood and become a queer, a full blown sissy or just his wife's lesbian lover?
"Sometimes the questions are complicated and the answers are simple." Dr. Seuss
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A NOTE REGARDING THIS STORY
This is a fictional chronicle of a normal hardworking guy named Jack. The federal government made him an offer he couldn't refuse. All they asked was for Jack to go undercover to help the U.S. Government ensnare a terrorist.
Any resemblance of the characters depicted in the story to actual individuals is coincidental. All events are the sole responsibility of the author. None of the scenes in this story depict minors engaged in any sexual encounter.
This story has been previously posted on other sites. It is being posted here with a strong rewrite; some new chapters have been added. I had my BFF Monica Rose edit the material so it should be more readable. -- Marina
We know that some of the characters presented here are unlikeable or appear to be unbelievable. That is the point though. People grow and learn through their experiences. And there is always hope for justice and punishment.
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Chapter 20 - Surgery Post Op
"Sex with a stranger is like snow, you never know how many inches you're going to get or how long it will last."
The time since Jack's breast surgery had been exhilarating and tiring. Rose had taken vacation to be with her husband. They continued Jack's training only now there seemed to be no hurry as they worked each day until both parties were exhausted.
It was Sunday afternoon and time for Rose to take a break. She took another pull of her chai latte and stared at her husband going through his programmed belly dancing routine. They had been working on this event for the past several days and Jack was finally starting to catch on. Rose gleefully watched her husband attempt to perform 'The dance of a Thousand Veils' for the 25th time. Jack was really getting into it. Clutching to his chest, the silky material of his satin wrapped coin fringed bra-top, sensitizing his taut nipples. He was dancing with total, wild abandon, hair flying, and breast bouncing erotically.
Rose squealed in delight, "Jack, you are really starting to enjoy this aren't you? I know I am! I am not trying to be cruel, but dear you have taken to this feminization like a fish to water."
"Rose, I am doing all I can to please you. I only want to be your husband, not some in-between man-woman."
Jack smiled at his leering wife and went back to practicing.
To please Rose, Jack started his routine over with a flirty shoulder shimmy accentuating his newest girly assets. Halfway through this classic move Jack found himself majorly distracted by the jiggling on his chest. His perky nipples were protruding through the bra top. Despite his mental reservations, Jack had very little control over his bodily responses to the tactile titillation of his new tits. Jack thrust his chest out proudly in a way that made his hooters look even bigger. Dancing around the room in his harem pants and bouncing new boobies was starting to get Jack excited, destroying the feminine silhouette. His harem pants were of silk, and so sheer you could see the triangle of his thong at the apex of his thighs. The very manly protrusion in his thong stood out disturbingly. Jack was unable to concentration on his dancing with the realization that he was turning himself on. His hair hung down to his shoulders, looking tousled and windblown. His breasts were lifted up with the bra. His nipples were taut and his skin was flushed. Jack looked totally wanton, like a woman who desperately needed to be fucked.
"My lord Rose, I know in reality my breasts are not very big, but the way they bounce and giggle makes them seem huge. I'm finding that nipple erections have become as pleasurable as penile erections. I almost wish I had bigger breasts, G-d help me, why do I consider it wrong for me to feel this way?"
Jack sheepishly waited for his wife's response. An amused Rose remained mute and just stared back with a devious half smile.
She eventually responded with, "Daisy, a women's size is more about presentation than bulk. You may only have a modest B cup, but I can assure you they are undeniably 'bouncy'. You should take pride and pleasure in your new your figure, your breasts may not be in the same category as Madonna, but the good news is that smaller breasts are more sensitive than large ones."
Rose said proudly, "My dear husband I believe you have moved to the other side of the looking glass. You are just realizing the experience from there can be quit pleasurable. Do you realize that in less than two months you have gone from a svelte, scrawny guy, to a gorgeous, even glamorous woman with sexy breasts and two of the most adorable little frisky nipples? Jack, give me a twirl."
Jack held out his arms and did a 360 turn on his toes. He finished with a smile on his face.
"Daisy, I am so proud of you, never feel regret at enjoying your body. Life is too short, embrace the fact that we both love the newest additions to our family. Daisy Bell, you and your breasts, will always have a place in my home, in my heart, and in my mouth. Wench, come stand in front of me.
Jack resented the term wench and hesitated. Rose pulled his bra down under his breasts pushing them higher up much like a pushup bra.
"Here, these are for you Little Miss Sunshine! Look at the present I got for you." Rose reached behind her and opened her hand. "They are the perfect complement to your harem outfit."
Jack stared in amazement at two nipple clamps with a string of long golden beads dangling from them. He caught his breath and gritted his teeth as Rose raised one to his nipple and attached it tightly onto the hardened nub. The instant pain caused Jack to gasp, he squealed in a girly way, and then he arched his back at the pleasure of it, his body begging for more. Rose smiled and secured the other one to his bare nipple. Jack bit his lip to keep from moaning. The clamps felt tight, the dangling beads lightly caressed the swell of his breasts, and felt glorious. The mixture of pleasure and pain was incredibly sensual. Jack was even more turned on than he had ever been before, which was definitely saying something.
"Daisy you're so beautiful, baby. Now go back to your dancing. Let's see if your props don't add something to the eroticism of your dance. I assure you, the pain of the clamps and the sensualism of the beads caressing your breasts will help you focus your attention."
After 5 minutes of strutting his stuff, Rose couldn't take it anymore. She again ordered, "Wench get over hear and make it snappy!" Rose smiled staring at the damp spot showing though his harem pants. Rose cupped his breasts and massaged them, saying, "I can't wait to fuck you." Jack raised his hips in a plea.
Jack squirmed as Rose stroked his man clit. Jack almost screamed. She stoked him again. "Kneel, wench now!" Jack again hesitated so Rose reached up and firmly grasped the two bangles firmly attached to his nipples and tugged downward. The pain immediately brought Jack to his knees his face inches away from Rose's crotch. Rose still clinging to the beads pulled Jack forward so his face was firmly resting against Rose's soaking crotch. As he started to suck and lick Rose through her shorts, she pulled more enthusiastically on the beads still in her hand to create greater pressure in her sensitive love garden. This caused Jack to let out an orgasmic scream.
A startled Rose apologetically said, "Sorry baby, I guess I don't know my own strength. Now get on your feet, let's see what my concubine can do."
Jack stood up and his hands went to the clamps to remove them. Rose stared icily at him and proclaimed, "They only come off, when I take them off! That's an order. If you disobey me I will turn you over to the Sultan for penal action.
"Daisy Girl, you are smoke'n hot. You are more alive and vibrant than I have ever seen you. You're simply glowing, for the first time ever I see you smiling with your eyes not just your lips. Your facial expressions are genuine and reflects what I suspect is a deep contentment."
Holding up his breasts Jack says, "Rose, I feel so different with these things and I don't mean just the new jewelry. But you are wrong I am not content. I love the breasts, but I don't want these feelings, they are so confusing. They scare the hell out of me. I can't control them any more than I can stop these fleshy protrusions from bouncing around on my chest."
Jack reached up to his inflamed nipples and tried to relieve some of the pain radiating from them. "Daisy, bring those cherubic titties over here." Jack took a step backward rather than toward Rose.
"We have had this talk about impertinence too many times, do I need to remind you of the consequence for disobedience. If you want to act like a petulant child, I will treat you that way. Daisy, go into the den and bring me a ping pong paddle, we will keep it here just in case it is needed. If I tell you to get gussied up like Little Bow Peep and walk around the block that is exactly what you will do."
A terrified Jack retrieved the paddle, handed it to Rose then uncharacteristically did a formal long swooping bow, causing the beads to hang down and almost touch the floor. Standing with his eyes downcast on the floor he said, "I apologize for my outburst and my lack of etiquette, my lady. Your wish is my command."
Dropping to his knees at Rose's feet he proudly presented his tits for her inspection. The gesture of subservience brought a radiant smile to Rose's face. In a lighthearted manner she reached out and lightly tugged on Jack's nipples clamps and then directed, "Now get back to practice, you have another 15 minutes on the schedule."
Jack was almost finished with his belly dancing lesson, when the front door bell rang. Rose peered out the window and saw Mike standing at the door.
"Holy crap Mike is here! Jack, quick hide in our bathroom. Start the shower; it will explain your absence. I will get rid of him as soon as I can."
Jack started the shower and then crept back to the bedroom door, opening it a crack so that he could see and eavesdrop on the conversation.
As Mike entered the room, he smiled and picked up a chiffon veil Jack had dropped in his hasty departure. He smiled and held the translucent scarf up saying, "I heard the music, Rose. Do you have a new hobby? That's not your normal perfume that I smell. You got company?"
"Yes, my girlfriend Daisy was showing me her routine. She has taken up belly dancing as an aerobic exercise. She's in the shower right now. what do you want Mike?"
With a lecherous grin Mike said, "You know what I want, Rose. Just say yes and I will bring big Mikie out and we can play all afternoon.
"Mike please, my girlfriend is in the next room."
"That's OK. Why don't we go see if she is interested in a little three way action."
"Mike, neither Daisy nor I am that kind of woman!"
"Well you can't blame a guy for trying. Now where is the wimp of a husband of yours I have a couple of questions for him."
"He's not here right now; he went for a walk to get his strength back. Just tell me and I will have him get back to you."
"Forget that, the real reason I am here is to see if you are interested in a little booty call."
"GET OUT NOW! I will see you at work on Monday; we can discuss your indecent proposal then."
The couple disappeared out of visual range, and Jack remained blind for several frustratingly long minutes. Rose eventually came into bedroom and found a fuming Jack. Rose rubbing her rear end, muttered, "That man has hands like an octopus."
"Rose, I saw and heard most of what went on. My imagination filled in the blanks. Why do you put up with that grab ass from him?"
"Listen Jack, testosterone makes idiots of all men. I will grant you, Mike has a hyperactive libido and can occasionally be a little crass; I simply play into that weakness. Letting him grab my ass occasionally has gotten me five promotions, how many promotions have you had? Jack, my little flirtations with Mike are all innocent behavior. They are not performed out of spite - or even a desire to be unfaithful. It is just the game we woman play to get ahead in a man's world.
Jack, you are wrong about Mike, he is an attractive looking man. He can be charming and loving under the right circumstances. Hell Jack, I have seen the way Mike looks at you; maybe if you let him play with your ass occasionally he would promote you. I would bet that under all that macho bullshit, if given half a chance Mike would swing both ways.
A gloomy Jack, with nipple clamps still firmly in place, responded in a plaintive voice, "Rose, I will grant you he is a muscular guy and handsome in a Neanderthal kind of way. However, if we were the only persons on earth I wouldn't let that bastard within 100 feet of my ass!"
Rose countered with, "Me thinks my lady doth protest too much! Darling, you can relax, I am not going to fight you for his affections. If my girlfriend wants him, he is all yours."
As a closing to her argument Rose reached behind and pulled a pillow off the bed and hit Jack over the head with it. The pillow fight quickly degenerated into a wrestling match. With Rose firmly pinned on the floor, in desperation she fired her final shot and coyly says. "Let's not discuss Mike. I am more interested in my sexy harem girl."
Rose then purred in her best sex kitten voice, "Jackie do I still turn you on? I would love to spend the rest of the afternoon riding your magic carpet."
Jack stood and laughed, "Are you kidding me, one smile from you and it's up periscope, my tubes are always loaded and ready to launch." Standing, Rose took him by the hands, and gently removed the clamps from his chest and gave each a kiss. She gave him a 'come fuck me' smile and climbed onto their bed wiggling her ass at her husband.
After their wild ride came to a conclusion, Jack staggered into a hot steamy bath. Tonight, an energized Rose climbed in with him. She slid between Jack and the back of the tub trapping Jack between her legs.
She rubbed Jack's shoulders and told him to relax. As he slid down into the water, he became fixated on the fact his new breasts seamed to float. They bobbed in the soapy water, his puffy, sore and elongated nipples just breaking the surface. Reaching around her husband, Rose lovingly lathered those glorious orbs. She coated both perky nipples in abundant amounts of liquid body wash. Using her thumb and finger, Rose massaged Jack's nipples until they were as hard as two stone posts. She giggled at the sight of his manly periscope breaking the surface. She stood and turned to face Jack and slid back into the water, this time impaling herself on his pole. The two lovers swamped the floor but had a glorious fuck. It was an orgasm that warmed their souls.
Lying in bed following their water gymnastics, Rose leaned into her husband and said, "Jack that was magnificent but our time is getting short. Your metamorphosis into a beautiful refined young woman is about complete."
That evening, Rose informed Daisy that they had one more event to cover. Rose had Daisy wearing only his high heels. Rose arrived wearing a strap-on dildo. She proceeded to tease Jack by chanting, "Come on sissy, bend over and let me say ahhh!"
Giggling wildly with arms flapping, boobs jiggling, and butt checks wiggling Rose chased Daisy around the house. For 15 minutes, Jack jogged to stay ahead of the threatening Sultan penetrator. This continued until Rose actually slid and fell over in hysterical laughter. An out of breath Jack collapsed on the floor next to a bemused Rose. She engulfed her husband in a hug and kissed him tenderly on the lips and breathlessly as she said, "Jackie, you are just precious. I think we have milked the last drop out of this training udder. Lover, no more work now it's time to let Daisy out to play. Come on twinkle-toes let's go to the bedroom. I'll put my friend away if you insist, but I still think you would enjoy it."
Holding hands the two lovers skipped into the love nest.
After another round of glorious sex, a concerned Jack asked, "Rose, where does all this lead and what affect will it have on our marriage?
Frowning, her forehead all crunched up, a subdued and uncomfortable Rose responded, "Honey, I honestly don't know.
The next week was pure hedonistic debauchery. They copulated like two bunnies in heat. Jack briefly became concerned that Rose had turned into nymphomaniac, she was never satisfied. When Jack was no longer able to perform Rose still wanted his head and tongue buried in her pussy. Both partners found the missionary position to be the most pleasing. Rose was thrilled at her ability to play with her husband's little tits, while Jack just cherished the feeling of his nipples rubbing against his wife's. Jack particularly adored watching Rose's face as they made love. It took on a look of ecstasy just before she came. Rose would spasm and then would give a deep throated moan, on special occasions a small scream. Those moments were more rewarding and satisfying for Jack than his own orgasms. For days on end the two lovers were unabashed in their mutual lust. The magic of those days were special, a gift from Aphrodite.
Jack was supremely content. Then disaster struck.
One night Jack lay on top of Rose and they kissed passionately. He was aroused but his organ refused to respond. Rose sensed his distressed and tried everything to help. She even relented to take his prick in her mouth. She sucked and manipulated it with her tongue but to no avail. Eventually, Jack told Rose to stop. His passion remained high but he was having trouble inflating his manhood, it just lay there like a limp worm. It was still sensitive but refused to become firm. Penetration was out of the question.
While Jack slept in the recovery room from surgery, Rose had used two of her hormone injections on the unsuspecting man. She worried this might eventually happen but didn't think the dosage she had administered was sufficient to cause this. Maybe combined with the extra strength progesterone birth control pills she had been feeding Jack were a mistake. Combined with the hormonal cream may have had an unintended cumulative effect. Whatever the cause, Rose regretted the timing. Their fairytale existence crashing down at the worst possible moment, just days before Jack was going to leave. However Rose would have to deal with the reality of what she had done.
She tried to console her husband. "Jack, please don't worry about it. Society defines your sex by your genitalia, but the functioning of your plumbing has nothing to do with you being a man. What you have volunteered to do, makes you a real man in my eyes. I don't care your that wee willy is temporarily out of commission."
An apprehensive Jack, put aside his concerns and provided pleasure to his wife, in the only way he could. The more he pleasured her the more she demanded. She was almost insatiable.
The night before their planned outing, exiting the bath, a naked Rose helped Jack into a pretty rose colored silk thong. She said, "Jack I want you to hold me, to touch me to show me how much you love me"
He gently laid his hand over her lips. "No more words, lover."
She reached up to him with warm moist lips. He was helpless as the passion swept over him. Rose led him to their bed and said, "Please don't make me beg, I will if I have to, but I would much prefer it if my husband wanted it as much as I do." She pushed his shoulders and forced him onto the bed. She stood there looking down at him with pure lust. Bending over him again their lips met. Reaching up to his wife, Jack lightly stroked her exposed body. His touch was like electricity lighting up every nerve in her body. She longed for his soft caresses.
After what seemed like an eternity to both of them, she lay down beside him. His body was cool, hers hot with anticipation. Neither spoke, except with their eyes. Again, their lips touched as Jack stroked her body from her shoulder to her groin. Jack rolled over on top of her. She welcomed his body as it pressed her down. She shivered with anticipation as his hand touched her breast. Her tremor was one of excitement as he lightly touched one nipple with the tip of his tongue.
As he felt their mutual passion grow, his skin began to tingle. Rose could feel his eyes on her as she lay there with the electricity coursing through them both. "Ahhh" a gentle moan escaped her lips. It served to encourage Jack. He shifted his weight and repositioned his body. Her hands on his hips attempted to guide him.
Now he gently tormented her other breast with his mouth. It was as if he was trying to swallow her entire tit. His warm hot lips covered her nipple. He gently pulled on it with his lips, caressing it with his tongue. Her heart raced and her desire built until she thought she would scream. Now his hand was playing her other breast, caressing the baby soft tissue and stroking her hypersensitive nipple. Rose returned the favor and not so gently tugged on his nipples, causing them to swell into hard little focal points of pleasure. Jack was now dry humping his wife with just the silk of his panties separating the two lovers. He felt something building inside him like small explosions going off. Rose removed one hand and forced it in between the two bodies. Reaching his groin she moved slowly and with only two fingers she rubbed, what was left of his manhood, through his silky panties. His excitement grew and grew but no matter what she did she couldn't make his stone pillar return. He couldn't reach the level he sought. He came to the brink but just couldn't crest it.
It was different from anything he'd ever experienced. In the past the feelings had been pleasurable enough and he had always felt satisfied as the rush came quickly and then passed. As Rose stroked, she suckled one nipple and continued to masturbate his little yummie clittie, it was trying to get hard and pre-cum leaked from it in sufficient quantity to stain his panty, Jack felt the excitement throughout his body and it grew and grew until it was almost overwhelming. Then, when she stroked him one more time on the skin that was still so sensitive, he experienced a different sensation unlike anything he had felt before. Running through his entire body was the most marvelous warmth. It flowed from his toes through his crotch and ass, up to his breasts, but much to Jack's consternation other than a small dribble of pre-cum there was no discharge. Jack was severely disturbed by his lack of ability to gain an erection and ejaculate. A saddened man stared at the last vestige of his manhood as it slowly shrunk into the silk valley between his legs.
"Jack, let's worry less about the anatomical function and more on the metaphysical. From a woman's point of view, a penis is an enigma, at times it can be poetic, and a source of pleasure. It is a source of ecstasy that can easily be turned into a weapon used against woman. Honey, there is no requirement for me to be possessively penetrated to be your woman.
"I am yours because I give my soul to you, not because you skewer me with your shaft. So, Jack dear, please don't concern yourself about your little E.D. problem, it's probably from stress. When this is over and we are all together, everything will be fine. Hell, Jack to paraphrase 'Tootsie", you are more of a man as a woman than any man I know.
"Jack, why can't you get away from this fixation on your penis? So what if your semen making machine is temporarily out of ammo. I understand that a penis is more than a body part to a man; it's a flesh and blood measuring stick of a man's place in the world. Let's worry less about the anatomical function and more on the metaphysical. From a woman's point of view a penis is an enigma. At times it can be poetic at others times pathetic. It is an agent that can be the source of ecstasy while at the same time can be a weapon against woman.
Rose tried to make light of it by saying, "I may have lost my manly stud but I have gained a goddess. Besides think of the tax right-off, we can call Goodwill; there is a drawer full of jockstraps that aren't going to be needed anymore.
Jack pouted, sticking out his lower lip, and responded, "No save them, let me see if I can summon Hercules, maybe he can use them."
Rose was delighted at the lighthearted banter and responded, "Don't you dare, I don't need the competition, and I don't plan on sharing you with anybody even an imaginary superhero. From my perspective I have traded in a pickup truck for a corvette. I want to keep you all to myself."
"That's all well and good Rose, but did it have to be a pink Corvette?"
"Jack, why can't you admit it, you love pretending to be a woman. Embrace the fact you are a transvestite, I have. Let's just enjoy what we have and not worry about tomorrow."
"Just one question, Rose, when did you turn lezbo on me, I must have missed the memo."
"It was there dear; you just need to check the in box more frequently. Jack dear, in the interest of full disclosure, I am still in love with Jack, just as I am now in love with Daisy. I just happen to like Daisy a bit more than Jack. If that makes me a lesbian so be it."
"Rose, did you plan, this from the start?"
"Heavens no, it was just a serendipitous circumstance. This way I get my loving husband, a sexy girlfriend, and a lesbian with a hard on all rolled into one. What more could I ask for. It's like Christmas in July."
The Thursday of second week after Jack's surgery was the night before his first outing as Daisy. Rose had repeatedly explained to Jack the need for him to experience the real world sometime. Tomorrow was going to be the day. His two weeks' vacation from work was up on Monday. Jack continually questioned Rose about how was he going to go back to work. The desperation in his voice was painfully obvious. "How am I going to hide my breasts?"
Rose dismissed his concerns with a simple, "Don't worry about it, I have talked to everyone in the office. I will take care of everything!"
After a long day of practicing womanly mannerisms, Jack got to relax in a long bath. Rose came in and conducted his nightly shaving routine, being more thorough than usual. Jack was exiting the bath Rose stood there and helped Jack into pretty rose colored silk thong.
She says, "Jack I still want you. I want you, like you use to be."
"Rose, I feel like such a failure. I want my old life back."
Rose held Jack's hand and gently laid it over her lips. "No more words, lover, everything is going to be fine. Trust me."
She reached up to him with warm moist lips. He was helpless as the passion swept over him. Rose led him to their bed pushed his shoulders and forced him onto the bed. Then straddling his head, she lowered her pussy onto Jack's mouth. She bent over and assumed a conventional 69 position. Rose took Jack's boy clit into her mouth. Both worked their magic. Jack's tool was still sensitive and radiated pleasure throughout his body despite the lack of firmness. Eventually there was a release of pleasure like nothing he had ever experienced, it wasn't centered in his groin. Rather the pleasure washed over his entire body from his toes through his ass to the tip of his nose. Jack recognized it as an orgasm without ejaculation.
"Rose, I know I was always asking for more variation in our love making, but I never envisioned something like this."
The future was unknown but for one glorious night there were just two lovers, lost in their dreams and enjoying each other's bodies.
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A NOTE REGARDING THIS STORY
This is a fictional chronicle of a normal hardworking guy named Jack. The federal government made him an offer he couldn't refuse. All they asked was for Jack to go undercover to help the U.S. Government ensnare a terrorist.
Any resemblance of the characters depicted in the story to actual individuals is coincidental. All events are the sole responsibility of the author. None of the scenes in this story depict minors engaged in any sexual encounter.
This story has been previously posted on other sites. It is being posted here with a strong rewrite; some new chapters have been added. I had my BFF Monica Rose edit the material so it should be more readable. -- Marina
We know that some of the characters presented here are unlikeable or appear to be unbelievable. That is the point though. People grow and learn through their experiences. And there is always hope for justice and punishment.
Marina: [email protected]
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Chapter 21 – A Girls Day Out
"We can't all be stars; but we can all twinkle."
Jack awoke with his head still resting on the soft pillows of Rose's thighs, his mouth a mere whisper away from her sex. With a mixture of alarm and excitement, Rose cheerily prodded her stirring husband.
Wearing a triumphant smile, Rose said. "Come on Rip Van Winkle wake up, it is our big day. Daisy's first time out of the house! It's time to pop your cherry. Take a shower and I will lay out your outfit for today."
While Jack was in the shower, Rose violated a major security protocol and dialed Steve on his private line. "Steve, this is Rose. Before you get mad at me let me get this out. I have been over today a thousand times in my head, there has to be an easier way to out Jack that won't hurt his so much, can't we come up with a better plan."
"Damnit Rose, everything is set, it's too late to change now. Just do it like we outlined it. Daisy will be fine, I promise."
"How is this all going to play out for my husband? What's expected of him?"
"Nothing to strenuous, we plan to have Daisy take a job as a waitress in a sports bar. He will be taught to flirt and pick up our suspect. Once they become close, Daisy will pass information on the suspect's activities."
"Jack as a waitress, I can't see that."
"No worries. When Daisy is ready, she will present as an Über feminine Fräulein barmaid. You have my word on that."
"Steve, it's not Daisy I'm worried about, it's Jack. Let me warn you, if you fuck with my Jack, I will break out a level of crazy that will make your worst nightmare seem like a visit to your happy place. Am I making myself clear?"
In exasperation Steve said, "Rose, forget about Jack! He will be gone before you know it. If I am right, it will be just Daisy, both externally and emotionally, which is what this operation requires. No one playacting, but rather a real life Ladyboy as our mole, this operation will make my career. Now hang up now and don't use this number unless it's a real emergency! I'll take care of things and I'll be in touch."
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Jack came out all squeaky clean and started to dress.
"But Rose, what if everyone laughs at me? W…What will people think?"
Rose feigned great indignation and lectured, "Daisy you ditzy dame, screw what other people think. There are only two people's opinions that matter, yours and mine. And quite frankly, only mine counts."
"Rose, please don't call me names, I need your help and support not your ridicule."
"My, aren't we being a whiny bitch this morning. Slow down Daisy. Everything will be fine; I will be with you the entire time. Now either you trust me or you don't! Daisy get dressed so we can begin are 'grande aventure'. We have a whole day to play together."
As Jack searched the dresser he came across something he had never seen before. He queried Rose on it. Snatching it from his hand she tucked in into her lingerie drawer as she explained. "Oh, that is a present from Steve; with you being gone he knows I will have certain needs. It's a personal waterproof massager with escalating speeds – and a soft, flexible head that moves back and forth while vibrating. It claims to produce amazing sexual satisfaction.
"Now unless you want a demonstration get over here and put on your lingerie. I WILL NOT ASK AGAIN!"
Jack did as he was told with his head bowed and his spirit broken. He wondered when the government health care systems started giving away masturbation aides.
Looking more closely at what he was to wear Jack inquired, "Rose isn't that your favorite lingerie?"
"Ah, so it is. I think nothing will make today more special for me than knowing you are wearing my sexiest lingerie. I have also picked up a new waist cincher, in a smaller size of course."
"Rose, bu…but why smaller, I can't breathe when I am in my current size?"
As Rose tightened the waist cincher, she chided him. "Come on honey, if we're going to do this let's do it right. Now hush up and stop the whining. Take a deep breath and suck in your tummy so I can get this just a little tighter."
Once tied off, Jack was forced to take small, short breaths. To take his mind off his waist, Rose roughly shoved Jack's testes up into his body cavity. Jack found it uncomfortable, but not painful. Rose pulled up a tight g-string panty and tucked his penis back.
Rose smiled and said, "That's perfect, only your gynecologist will be able to tell."
"Rose, you are a sadist", wheezed Jack as Rose tightened the corset, yet again, and readjusted his manhood.
"Oh for heaven's sake, I haven't tied it as tight as it goes, it is just so attractive and goes with the rest of my lingerie don't you agree?"
"Rose, me thinks you enjoy this too much. You are a callus, hardhearted, woman."
"Whoa, there Daisy Duke what are you trying to tell me? You don't think I enjoy doing this to you? Why would any wife want her husband to be prettier than her?"
His playful smile turned to a gasp as Rose yanked one more time on the corset laces.
Laughter danced in her eyes. Jack surprised Rose with a question she didn't think he needed to ask. "Do you love me?"
Answering a bit evasively Rose responded, "Of course."
"You wouldn't do anything to hurt me, certainly not deliberately would you?
Rose hesitated ever so slightly before answering, "Goodness, no!"
For a brief moment Rose was concerned that her husband was more perceptive than she had given him credit for.
"Then why do you want me to dress so provocatively?"
"Maybe I just like the way you squirm," she said. "Or maybe I just want to show off my trophy lesbian."
Jake snickered, "Now 'that's a strange idea. The beautiful super executive with the computer geek on her arm, and I am supposed to be the trophy? Get real."
Rose was eventually able to calm him down by retrieving a cup of tea, secretly laced with a valium. "Here honey, drink this it's like a hug in a cup."
A shy and pensive Jack stood before his wife and announced, "Rose this is a gorgeous lingerie set but the bra is way too big for little old me. Shouldn't we find something that is in my size?"
"Don't worry about that, we can correct that little insufficiency later. Now let me help you get dressed, we have a lot to do today. Don't worry about makeup that will come later. Oh, I'm so excited, aren't you?"
"You have said that already. No I am not excited, I am scared to death."
"Don't be a wimp and stop trying to rain on my parade. I will be with you every step of the way. If you can't trust me who can you trust? Now buck up and remember that I've got your back Jack!"
"All right, from those who are about to die we salute you", wisecracked Jack.
"Oh, give me a break Jack; you are hardly 'Spartacus'!"
"That may be true Rose, but why do I feel I am about to be fed to the lions?"
"I don't know Jack, maybe you are just clairvoyant."
Unexpectedly Rose started to tear up and became very melancholy. Only her driving sense of patriotism kept her from calling the whole thing off.
Jack totally caught up in his own quandary missed his wife's uneasiness.
"Rose, what if I'm recognized?"
Regaining her composure, Rose simple replied, "Oh, if that happens we will find a way to deal with it. I have every contingency covered and planned to the last detail."
Rose had Daisy dressed in a stylish purple top with frill trim the whole length of the front. It had extra long sleeves and lace flared around the cuffs. Then she completed the outfit with a tight white skirt, which nicely displayed Daisy's developing figure. Zipping up the skirt Rose complemented Daisy on her figure. "Daisy your waist is positively waifish, I am so jealous."
Rose saw a look of anguish in her husband's face and asserted, "Honey nobody will think anything is wrong, and I guarantee you don't look like a man. Let me show you why. It's the details that defined success. Stay there, a minute."
Rose returned with a large box, tied in a large yellow ribbon.
"Daisy, go ahead and open it. Oh I am so keyed up!"
Jack cautiously opened the box to find a new light platinum blonde almost bleached white wig. Rose carefully removed the hair piece and proudly exhibited it to her husband. "Daisy, this is the best human hair wig on the market. It is a glamorous wig with soft, wavy layers and 5" bangs. I have had it styled in what's called French chic, isn't it spectacular?
Placing it on his head she said, "Holy cow! Look at that! It almost touches your shoulder blades in the back. The wig actually can be glued to the skin to stay in place and look more realistic, but we will skip that for today. Isn't that special? Here let me do a few touch ups."
After ten minutes with a hair brush and comb, Rose essentially swooned over the results, "Voila!" she proudly proclaimed, "See I told you no one would ever think you anything but a 100% woman with this on!"
Jack was overwhelmed by a blizzard of sensations and strange emotions. He was swept up in the bright energy of her enthusiasm. Standing in front of a mirror Jack was mesmerized with his new hair piece. Jack spent 15 minutes fluffing his hair, and then in a flourish, he did a slow pirouette.
Jack turned to Rose and said, "I'm humiliated to admit it, but I just love the hair, I have never seen anything so beautiful in all my life. Thank you, I love you."
A bemused Rose handed Daisy his handbag and had to drag him away from the mirror.
"Come on Daisy our chariot awaits."
A totally perplexed Jack followed Rose to the car. Stepping outside for the first time, Jack felt a breeze blow up his dress. Jack felt a palpable sense of fear; but he could not deny with it came an unimaginable exhilaration; it was what he imagined an actor feels stepping out on the stage on opening night.
Before entering the car Rose turned to Jack, her eyes twinkly in excitement, and asked "Jackie dear, are you all right?"
"No Rose, I am petrified at leaving the security of our home, playing dress up in our living room is one thing but going outside is totally different. I feel like the ugly duckling being kicked out of the nest."
"Oh, my goodness, Jack you are being a total fool. You are more like a lovely butterfly emerging from its cocoon. Before this day is over, you will dazzle the world with your beauty. Jack, let me say your outward appearance has changed, but not nearly as much as your demeanor. Anyone watching you would only think, beautiful, sophisticated, sexy woman. You are going to do just fine, trust me."
Then Rose became very serious and smiled through tears as she said, "Honey I am so proud of you, my little girly-man is about to become a woman.
"Jack, there is something I have not been telling you. This is more than a simple excursion. This is your graduation exercise. We have reached the end of your Darwinian evolutionary process from Jack the man, to Daisy femme fatale woman. After today, you are off for your assignment; you will not be coming home or be able to communicate with me until this is over. The government man has told me I can relay messages through him, so if an emergency happens he will let you know. All right? No one has any idea how long you will be gone. Since this is our last day together I say Carpe Diem, let's seize this day and make the most of it. Try and have some fun, I know I will."
Rose's little soliloquy hit Jack like a blitzing linebacker. He was tongue-tied for the longest time. The deep furrow in his brow clearly showed his feelings. He was convinced Rose had a sinister reason for this entire gender bender exercise; he just was sure what it was.
Rose lost in her own little world and oblivious to her husband's anxiety, went on with "Daisy dear, I am going to miss you terribly, but it is a good thing you are leaving now. I haven't slept a wink in two nights. You sleeping with your face and tongue burrowed in my Garden of Eden has been earth shattering fantastic, but not restful. Every time I would drift off you would wake me with your magical lip and tongue. Then last night I thought I had died and gone to heaven. I love it when you lick the rim of my asshole. Where did you learn that trick of tongue fucking my asshole? That was glorious and admittedly a little kinky!"
A bemused Rose wiggled her butt at Jack and seductively said, "Thank you darling for these past two weeks; they are things that dreams are made of. Now get in the car as ladylike as possible."
Once ensconced in the security of the car, Jack's anxiety vanished like the morning mist, until Rose announced. "The first place we are going to stop at is my nail emporium; we can get our nails done together, just us girls."
"Oh, goody," quipped Jack.
Entering the nail salon, the couple was met by an attractive Philippine woman. She presented herself as Maria.
Rose took immediate charge introducing them as the Sokolov sisters. Jack glanced at his wife and quizzically mouths the word sisters. Rose laughed and whispered "What did you want me to say, husband and wife?"
"Maria, we are here to get a manicure and pedicure."
Rose instructed, "Maria, for me, I want medium length French nails, but for Daisy, let's go with something spectacular in glamour length."
It took almost an hour for Maria to finish. She obviously took great pride in her work, Jack sat there in a daze as other customers came and went. Maria took her time shaping his nails and then applying four coats of dark red polish and a clear sealer coat.
While his fingernails dried, Maria had Daisy change seats and she did his toes. These hadn't been cut in a month either; the girl filed them before she repeated the four coats of polish and saturated each toe with chunky glitter. When his toes had dried, Maria promised they would last weeks longer than normal polish. Before putting his stockings on, Rose surprised Jack with a pair of toe rings. Saying, "Here is a present for my sister and best friend."
Jack held out his hands to look at what the woman had done. Not only were they lengthened but the tip of each nail was covered in silver sequins. Judging by Maria's smile, she was very proud of her handy work. Jack thought the nails were excessively long and a bit flashy, but decided not to say anything that might make him appear naive. How would a normal woman thank a manicurist for making his hands look so lovely and feminine?
Before Jack could come up with the right words, Rose jumped in and responded, "They're beautiful. Thank you Maria, it's just the bling I was hoping for!"
Turning to her husband she whispered, "Your hands look so improved with nails that length. They are a thing of beauty. Now my butterfly can enjoy her day in the sunshine."
Once he was sure no one could overhear, Jack asked, "Rose why did you call these Showgirl lengths nails? I can't do anything with these. They are a real pain in the ass."
Laughing, Rose tittered, "You got that right. Honey, they aren't made to do anything, just to look glamorous. Now relax and enjoy. The fun's just starting, at least for me."
Jack felt like he was on the verge of an apocalyptic moment inquired, "What did you say?"
"Silly girl, we are here to get ready for our night out. Fingernails will be the least of your worries."
"Why did the government pick me, I never wanted to be a girl?"
"It was nothing personal Jack; you have simply won the genetic lottery. You were just the best candidate available, a man with the bone structure of a woman. I'm actually surprised that you aren't impressed that the government wants you and only you. It was that simple. The government computers went through thousands of records and your name came out."
"So I finally win the lottery and instead of a million bucks I get two hooters?"
"Yep, that's about the size of it." Rose laughed putting the emphasis on the word size and said "Just be happy you didn't win the mega drawing!"
Rose had been watching her husband lately when Jack wasn't paying attention. Rose had seen what he did when he thought he was alone. 'He really likes the role we've forced him to play, more than he's willing to admit,' realized Rose. 'Now my problem is how do I keep him this way after this is all over?'
Exiting the mall, the pair stopped to look in the window of an exclusive jewelry store. Rose caught her husband staring at a pair of earrings. She said, "They are nice don't you think Jack."
"Yes Rose, but a bit flashy for my tastes besides I don't have pierced ears," Jack foolishly responded.
"Let's go Daisy, that is easily corrected, our next stop is to get your ears pierced, this is going to be wonderful."
Entering the crowed store, Rose turned to the first available sales girl, a young lady that appeared to still be in high school. Rose softly announced "my hubby is here to get his ears pierced."
A few heads turned in bewilderment, but aside from a blushing Jack no one seemed to pay attention.
Gracie, the sales girl, came over and asked how she could help. Rose cheerfully told her, "My friend here wants his ears pierced, isn't that right Daisy?"
As Jack sat in the chair, Rose piped up, "I think twice in each ear, right girlfriend?"
Jack started to whine, "I don't want two holes in my ears."
Rose said, "Fine, Gracie let's make it three in each ear!" Smiling devilishly, Rose leaned in close to Daisy and whispered, "You have earned three, do you want to go for five?" Jack shook his head no vigorously.
"Gracie, I really like that set of large gold studs, please use them. I think they really set off her platinum blond hair don't you?" Rose then quietly whispered to Jack, "Any more grumbling from you Daisy and you will leave here with more holes in you than a pincushion!"
As Gracie popped a third hole in the top of Jacks ear, he reflexively gasped out loud, "Ouch!"
This prompted Rose to say, "Gracie, when you're finished with the ears. How about another one for the nostril? I think that diamond stud would be the perfect embellishment."
As they were leaving the store Jack whimpered and fingered the small stud in the side of his nose. Rose saw the distress in her poor husband, but refused to give him any sympathy. Digging her heels in she turned to him and with utter contempt commented, "Relax you damn crybaby. Tomorrow you can take it out and the hole will heal as if it was never there. Now dry those tears we have more shopping to do."
"No Rose, I've had enough, I want to go home! I had hoped this was just a prelude to a Kabuki theater. You could have a little fun and we go home at the end of the day."
"Daisy Bell Sokolov! Don't you dare question me again! There is a tattoo parlor down the block that does tongue, nipple, and bellybutton piercings. Should I make an appointment or are you going to be a good girl?
"Now listen closely I am only going to say this once! Daisy your fate is in your hands. We turn right and we go shopping, we turn left and we go to the tattoo parlor, you decide."
A forlorn Jack answered, "Oh, please Rose, no more piercings! I promise I'll do whatever you want."
"Oh that is a given! Now keep up. I know exactly where to go next." Jack now openly cried. The tears of humiliation freely flowed down his cheeks.
Relenting, Rose took pity on her husband and said "Relax Daisy, I was just joking. But a bellybutton ring would be really attractive."
A cheery Rose smirked at her sissified husband and remarked. "Sweet Jeezus, Daisy, I am getting wet just thinking about the rest of the day and the fun part is just beginning!"
"Stop fiddling with the earrings, those gold studs are so adorable with your platinum blond hair dear. It's almost like we planned it that way, now dry those tears. Our next stop is to find you a dress; you can't go all day wearing that old hand me down of mine. Come on, Neiman Marcus is right around the corner."
After browsing for 30 minutes, Rose found what she called the perfect Christian Dior cocktail dress. Jack resisted entering the changing room and Rose once again lost patience with her husband.
"Damn it Daisy! There is not a dressing room vigilante mob waiting to lynch men who sneak into our sanctuary. Act like you belong and no one will pay you any attention. Now get in there or I will make a scene that will attract more attention than you can handle. You are not going to spoil my fun. This has gone too far."
Reluctantly Jack entered the private changing booth. He hid in the far corner and waited. Rose brought in 'the' dress and helped get Jack into it.
"Rose isn't this a bit tight?"
"Nonsense, Daisy all we have to do is tighten up your corset and it will be perfect. It really shows off your cleavage nicely. And your legs are to die for. My God, you have better legs than I do, I'm jealous. With a pair of sling back pumps it will be sumptuous."
After some adjustments and corset tightening, Rose literally dragged Daisy from the dressing room. Once back in the public area of the store Rose proclaimed, "Let's get a bite to eat we have a 1 o'clock appointment. Daisy, so help you if you spill anything on that dress."
On the way to the lunch counter, Rose noticed a spectacular pair of matching pumps and a Gucci clutch handbag. She decided she would return for the shoes and handbag once Jack was tied up with his makeover. 'If I buy 5 inch stilettos now he will totally freak,' thought Rose.
After a brief snack of salad and ice tea, the next stop was for a makeover at the beauty salon. Entering, Rose said, "Let's go get pampered."
Jack was not surprised to find they had reservations. He sat in the chair designated by the receptionist, Rose told her cosmologist and good friend, Rebecca, a maiden as lovely as a cameo with a waterfall of dark hair, "Becky, We want it very dramatic, think theatrical. We have a very big night planned, and Daisy wants to really stand out. Isn't that right honey?"
In a conspiratorial tone, Rose commented that, "Daisy's very shy, she doesn't say much. It takes her a while to open up to people. The party tonight is for her benefit. Her boyfriend asked me to try to help her come out of her shell. She doesn't see herself as a very attractive woman."
"But Rose, she's lovely?"
"We know that. The problem is that she doesn't." Jack sat nervously in the chair twisting his fingers in his lap as Rose beckoned Rebecca over to the side. In a conspiratorial tone, Rose whispered in her ear. Jack could have sworn he heard the word 'tart' but let it go figuring Rose knew what she wanted.
Upon her return, Rebecca asked Jack "What length and thickness do you want on the false eyelashes?" A speechless Jakes shrugged and stared straight ahead with his mouth shut. Rose came to the rescue. "Let's go with the extra thick glamour length for his début." A puzzled Rebecca thought 'what the hell, that's a bit gaudy but the customer is always right.'
Rebecca continued in her practiced sales routine, "We have these human hair lashes, which are very fashionable. Or for a more dramatic effect we have these with crystals embedded in the lashes. They are considerably more expensive but they really draw attention to the eyes."
Rose agreed to the latter, and said, "Yes the more dramatic, the better."
'Whatever is going on here is none of my business. But a sale is a sale' thought Rebecca.
Rebecca worked her magic on the new customer, while dispensing witty fashion banter and an occasional life lesson. Jack remained mute and could only gawk in amazement. Over the last week or so, Jack had slowly come to the realization that he made an attractive looking woman. But now he was more than that. With his makeup done this way, his new wig and this dress he was, gorgeous - was the only word for it. 'How odd to think of myself that way' thought Jack.
Rebecca stood back and admired her work. She was more than satisfied and she could see by the look on her client's face that she was too. It was gratifying to see that look on a woman. It didn't happen often but when it did it made her feel really good about what she did for a living.
"What do you think Daisy?" Rebecca asked beaming.
He didn't hesitate. "I am amazed. I never thought I could look this beautiful. Rebecca, I knew you were a beautician, but now I realize you are also a magician, your last name isn't Kreskin by any chance." He turned and looked at the sides. He felt sexy and alluring. "My eyelashes feel like they weigh a ton, but they are simply scrumptious Again thank you."
Returning from her errands Rose rushed over. She was anxious to see how Jack was doing. She paused in mid stride, and gawked when she got a good look at her husband primping like a peacock in front of the mirrors; he fluffed his hair and stared at the woman in the mirror. The dark liquid liner, copiously applied around his eyes combine with his long and thick sparkly eyelashes created a very glamorous look.
His lips were lush, approximating ripe red strawberries, and glistened like wet paint. Jack briefly thought 'I could fall in love with this woman.'
Rose stood back and watched the lurid screen unfold. Realizing things were succeeding beyond her wildest dreams. She had never seen a face that just screamed lust like this.
Rebecca turned in Rose's direction when she saw her friend in the mirror. The look on Rose's face was almost as satisfying as Daisy's.
Temporarily ignoring her husband, Rose hugged Rebecca and said, "Rebecca you are virtuoso. In my dreams I never imagined him looking that good."
Rebecca wondered about the pronoun but figured it was just a slip of the tongue and let it go. She whispered to Rose and said "Daisy seems so shy, pensive and uneasy. Is there anything I should know about her?"
Rose quietly responded, "That's because she isn't a woman, she's actually my husband."
Rebecca stood bug eyed with her mouth agape and figured Rose was just pulling her leg. Rebecca stared at Daisy like she wanted to say something, but decided discretion dictated she say nothing.
Rose then hurried over to her husband and proudly announced, "Daisy, you look fantastic. Hell, no offense, but you look like a $1,000 a night hooker. I am going to have to watch you with the guys tonight."
Jack, laughed but with very little humor. He really didn't know what to say to Rose. So he gave Rose a sisterly hug and just said "Thank you, I feel so girly. I assume that hooker comment was a compliment.
"In the past, my only associations with hair care consisted of 5 minutes in a barber chair. I can see how all this pampering can become habit forming. Thanks again, this is one experience I will always remember."
Rose snuggled into her husband's arms and whispered in his ear, "Vanity they name is woman. Daisy, I love the new you too. I guarantee this is a day you will never forget."
Then she kissed his ear, inserting her tongue ever so briefly. A radiant Jack stood transfixed. For the first time in his life he was pleased with his appearance, rather than ashamed by it.
Rose broke the hug but continued to hold his hand. Stepping back at arm's length she stared at Jack all dressed to the nines, with just a pang of regret tinged with a boatload of guilt and, thought, 'My lord he is enjoying this. Well that will change shortly.'
"Honey you look beautiful. No, more than that, you look elegant. I've never seen a prettier dress on a more beautiful woman."
These flattering comments snapped Jack out of his trance and he became conscious of the fact Rose also had on a new dress, it was a backless chiffon gown in a divine purple. The dress flowed with Rose's every movement; it really accentuated her natural resources. Jack was startled to realize that for just a moment he was jealous.
Rose stepped away from her husband and did a pirouette and asked, "Well do you like it?"
Jack, wearing a coquettish smile, stammered, "Wh…what's not to like. By the Red beard of Thor, Rose you are a goddess. In that dress you belong in a heavenly court. That is the most sensational gown I have ever seen. It looks like you just stepped off the cover of Vogue."
Fanning herself Rose responded "Oh Daisy, stop with the flattery, you are making me blush. I bought this outfit over a week ago and had Rebecca store it for me. I knew you were going to come out looking like a movie star and I didn't want to come across as the poor stepsister."
Jack gathered his wits sufficiently enough to comment, "But Rose there is no back, I can see the beginning of your ass crack. Hell with that keyhole cutout there is almost no front. What's holding up your assets?"
Rose grinned at the compliment and answered, "Mother Nature."
"If you feel glamorous, you definitely look glamorous." Scarlett Johansson
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A NOTE REGARDING THIS STORY
This is a fictional chronicle of a normal hardworking guy named Jack. The federal government made him an offer he couldn't refuse. All they asked was for Jack to go undercover to help the U.S. Government ensnare a terrorist.
Any resemblance of the characters depicted in the story to actual individuals is coincidental. All events are the sole responsibility of the author. None of the scenes in this story depict minors engaged in any sexual encounter.
This story has been previously posted on other sites. It is being posted here with a strong rewrite; some new chapters have been added. I had my BFF Monica Rose edit the material so it should be more readable. -- Marina
We know that some of the characters presented here are unlikeable or appear to be unbelievable. That is the point though. People grow and learn through their experiences. And there is always hope for justice and punishment.
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Chapter 22 - Betrayal
"I know that you believe you understood what you think I said, but I'm not sure you realized that what you heard is not what I meant."
Rose bent and slipped the new shoes onto his feet. Jack looked down, let out an exasperated sigh and commented, "Aren't those rather tall?"
"Oh don't be such a complainer; while you were getting all gussied up for a night on the town, I go out and get you a present and you do nothing but grumble. I got them special to go with your new dress."
"Ouch", said Jack as Rose yanked the straps on the shoes. "They're too tight and they really pinch my feet?"
"Boo hoo, stop it Daisy. Grow up and act like a big girl. They don't make glamorous shoes like these in wide sizes, besides with these needle heels things have to be extra tight, you'll need the support they provide. Now give me your hand and stand up, let me get a look at you."
Rose felt a cornucopia of emotions as she surveyed her glamorized husband and said, "Daisy you are magnificence!"
Jack made a kissy face and joked, "Jealous?"
Rose stared amusingly at her husband and said "No Dear, just overwhelmed at your transformation. Now Cinderella, come with me. We have a few accessories to add before you get to the ball. Hold my hand. Those heels were made more for looks than for walking. I'll help until you get accustomed to them."
Rose led Daisy towards the powder room. She moved with the feline grace of a Hollywood starlet, Jack felt more like a novice on ice skates. The difficulty of walking in five inch stilettos on the polished linoleum floor of the beauty shop was treacherous. The additional three inches make a big difference in Jack's ability to navigate. Every step felt like a game of chance, with a trip to the emergency room as the grand prize.
Jack tried to mimic Rose's girly gait but the best he could do was to teeter along extra carefully with his eyes locked on his feet. His off hand was extended to his side for balance, his elbows close at his sides, and his slender fingers spread slightly, clutching at the air from time to time. He blushed furiously under Rose's unfaltering attention, trying to understand just how exactly had Rose cajoled him into this outing.
Jack paused at the door. "Come on" said Rose, "It's just the two of us and trust me you don't want to do this in public."
When Jack continued to balk, Rose angrily faced her husband. The two undertook a staring contest. As time wore on Jack eventually gave in. He signaled his surrender with a dramatic sigh and pouted. Rose interlocked arms with Jack and pulled him inside the ladies lounge, their shoes clicked exquisitely off the marble floor. Jack stood still just inside the door of this forbidden realm and tried to regain his equilibrium.
Jack was in a state of shock. The bathroom looked more like a retreat than a public toilet. The walls were light pink, the air heavy with a fragrant flowery aroma. Comfortable chairs lined one wall, another covered with vanity mirrors. Fragrant candles were strategically place along the sink. Instead of urinals there were brightly decorated tampon dispensers. Taking advantage of Jack's bewilderment, Rose reached inside her bag and withdrew two jiggling masses.
"Here Daisy, I am afraid your development doesn't do justice to my bra."
Jack realized what Rose had in mind and backed away from her. Rose followed until Jack was forced up against a closed stall door. He felt miserable, but with no place to run, Jack stood dutifully and accepted the inevitable. He secretly prayed this was all some prelude to the opening act of an elaborate practical joke by Rose. Jack blew out an angry sigh and waited his fate.
"Don't get your panties in a wad, right now you're a man in a dress with petite boobs and it is ruining the line of your new outfit. We paid a lot of money for that dress and I want it to look perfect. These will do the trick."
Jack stood quietly and let Rose do her thing. She pulled out the front of his dress and slid the breast enhancers into Daisy's bra. She adjusted the silicon bags under Jack's small budding breasts – pushing up his flesh combined with the low cut dress displayed a realistic décolletage that any woman would be proud of. Rose stepped back and examined her efforts and smiled. "There you go, the twins look great! You're a real femme fatale. You now have what appears to be a full D cup, with loads of cleavage on display. No man will be able to resist your womanly charms."
"I don't want men to succumb to my charms! In fact, the very idea makes me extremely uncomfortable."
"No more slouching," Rose instructed. "That will only draw more attention to yourself. Throw those shoulders back and flaunt your new figure! Who knows how you will be spending your extracurricular activities. You might find you enjoy the compensations that come with being a beautiful woman. I encourage you to experience all the various facets of womanhood. We can sort out the consequences of your adventures when we are again a couple. You have my permission to experiment with your new life. No judgments on my part, I love you and your happiness is what is most important."
"Does that kind of freedom require some sort of quid pro quo?" Rose had sent enough signals over the months, that Jack was afraid that Rose was declaring that they were both free to play the field.
Rose thought about that for a moment. "Jack, don't be a sanctimonious bitch. No, I'm strictly a one man's women even if that man is more woman than man. You're the perfect blend of male and female – this is my every fantasy come true. I predict you will make a marvelous modern day Mata Hari."
"Rose if that is intended to give me confidence it didn't work, Mata Hari was caught and execute as I remember, why are you so caviler about the danger I am about to face?"
Rose waved her hand dismissively, "Why must you always be so negative?
"That's easy to answer, ever since I have crossed the gender divide, trouble seems to have a way of finding me."
"Honey, please don't worry. I am well aware of the danger. I would trade places with you if I could. Everything will work out for the best. Remember why you are doing this, our country needs you."
Jack looked Rose right into the eyes and inquired, "Can we talk about what happens after this is all over?"
Rose replied evasively, "There will be plenty of time for that later. Remember things aren't always as they seem at first. No matter what happens, don't ever doubt I love you. You have to trust me here. When things get hard, I want our love to be the glue that holds us together. Now look at yourself, really look. There are just two gorgeous women in here."
Jack brushed past Rose with a rather unpleasant scowl and moved to a position where he could see himself in the full length mirror figuring Rose's compliments were pure hyperbole. He was dumbfounded by what he saw. It wasn't him, rather it was an attractive woman wearing heavy makeup, a tight dress, towering heels, and bugling breasts. He blinked twice to see if image in the mirror was merely an optical illusion. He turned to face his wife and said, "Rose I think this is too much, I feel like a fraud. You have taken away your husband and replaced him with a street walker."
"Nonsense, I took nothing, you came along on this ride of your own freewill. Now you look just the way I want you to look. Here, I have one more item to complete your outfit." She reached into her bag and pulled out a new clutch purse. "Look Daisy I found this handbag. It is the perfect complement to your dress. Don't you just love it?"
"But I already have a purse," grumbled Jack.
"Baloney, that old thing doesn't go with your outfit. Besides this isn't just a purse it's a Gucci designer handbag. Moreover, like shoes a girl can never have too many purses. I transferred all your stuff into this one. Now pick it up and hold it like I taught you.
"My love, you look spectacular. Hell I am jealous, no man is going to even look at me with you around. This is without a doubt a Kodak moment. Stand over there while I record this moment for posterity."
Rose coached Jack through a series of model-like poses. With each pose, Rose used her cell phone to take snapshots of the new Daisy.
"Rose stop with the pictures, what are they for anyway?"
"What are they for? Why I'm just starting your modeling portfolio. I think you have the makings of a career on the runway."
Jack reddened at the compliment and defended himself with, "Knock it off Rose. This is serious."
Rose was delighted at his the blush and commented, "You like the new you don't you. Daisy Bell Sokolov, My Scandinavian Golden Goddess, I really like the sound of that."
"Rose, you know I'm Russian, not Scandinavian."
"Russia. Hell from what you told me, you could spit from your home and it would land in Finland. Let's not squabble over a few meters."
Chuckling Rose said, "I saw that Tinkerbelle! You started to smile and caught yourself. Now admit it, deep down you like it. You are really getting into this aren't you?"
Daisy turned to the mirror and patted a stray hair back into place. Smiling the faux woman turned and assumed a silhouette pose in front of the mirror. "Damn, it maybe narcissistic, but I do look hot! I know it's not very masculine of me. I should be fighting this every step of the way. But for some reason I find all this emotionally comfortable. Am I weird, does that effect how you feel about me as your husband?"
"My, you are a vain little thing aren't you? I think we have created a monster." laughed Rose. "Darling I love you more today than the day we were married. So please stop worrying about how I view you."
"But Rose, there is no way I can go out of here looking like this. Shit this outfit screams sex!" Jack protested.
"I suppose it does, that was the design when I bought it. Anyway, we'll be together the whole night. Nobody is going to put a move on you when you're with me," she reassured him.
After several moments Jack's shoulders sagged and he sighed. "Okay, I'll try it, but you gotta promise to stay with me every minute!"
Overwhelmed with emotion, Rose knew this vision standing before her wasn't a real woman, but the illusion in look, dress, and action, was so realistic that the truth was pushed back into the dark recesses of her mind. With reality adequately suppressed, Rose grabbed her husband and gave him a big wet kiss on the lips. It was brief but very tender and charged with sexual energy. Using all of her willpower, Rose managed to break away from Jack's embrace. A breathless Rose turned to leave. Pausing at the door she gave him a parting shot, "Daisy now you've gone and messed up your makeup. Fix it! I'll not be seen with you looking like that. I paid a lot of money to make you beautiful and you have no appreciation for my feelings."
Rose reached into her purse and found what she was looking for, "Get back in there and fix your face here's a lipstick to match your current color. I'll hold your new purse while you touch up those sexy lips. Make it fast or we're going to be late for our appointment.
"Appointment?"
"Oh Jack, stop being so paranoid, I meant dinner reservation."
While Daisy was primping Rose checked the time and stepped out to leave Daisy to touch up in private. She took the opportunity to email her photos to the government man and texted him that the plan was right on schedule and added one more plea to not make her do this terrible thing. Steve responded immediately and ORDERED Rose to follow her instructions.
Jack felt clumsy with his long nails but, leaning in close to the mirror, he got his lips back to their pre-kiss glory. Jack looked at himself in the mirror and moved his head slowly from side to side. The sparkling clusters in his eyelashes glittered in the light. Very pretty, he thought and smiled.
Rose waited for what seemed like an eternity for Daisy to emerge from the bathroom. Well, actually, she paced back and forth as Jack worked up the nerve to enter the world. Daisy finally tiptoed out and closed the door behind him letting out a big sigh of resignation. He stood nervously awaiting instructions with an accompanying slouch. Jack straightened up when she saw the glare Rose gave her.
As he left the powder room, Jack realized he had just used a ladies room for the first time in his life and the experience had been bizarre to say the least, but very pleasurable. Aside from the strange surroundings that kiss had poor Jack's emotions spinning out of control.
Having tasted the forbidden fruits of a woman's inter-sanctum, despite a small sense of triumph Jack exited the restroom on unsteady knees and trembled from fear of the unknown. Rose asked "Daisy, are you alright?"
Jack replied, "I feel like I have a butterfly in my stomach. No actually it seems like there is a swarm of them in there."
He took one step towards Rose and his ankles wobbled. "I know I'm going to kill myself in these shoes."
Jake reached out and grasped Rose's arm for support. The two cautiously headed through the store and searched for the exit. Compared to the 2 inch heels he had been practicing in, the 5 inch needle thin heels made an immense difference. They reached the front door without a major catastrophe. Jack was so preoccupied with not tripping; he failed to notice the admiring glances from the male shoppers. He did feel a small sense of pride in that he was able walk in those towering high heels without breaking an ankle.
Rose noticed her skirted husband's self-confidence grow with each step. It wasn't until they were actually on the sidewalk outside the store that Jack could stop thinking about his feet and realized how he must appear to the world. He was instantly self-conscious about how he was dressed, and tried to use Rose as a shield. Rose took off at a brisk pace; Jack tried to keep up but was lagging behind. Rose coached him, "If you want to blend in, you must look like every other woman. Remember, One foot in front of the other, short steps, chest out, elbows in, fingers out, wiggle your hips."
Concentrating on her instructions, he suddenly felt his backside swinging from side to side making the dress swish about his thighs. Jack was barely able to cope with the alien footwear. He was poised for disaster. Rose tried to help, telling him to keep his weight forward and take smaller steps, but even with her assistance Jack had problems. The heels thrust his chest and hips forward, and he felt a tension in his calves as the high heels shaped them sexily. The light flowing skirt didn't help either, and Jack was embarrassed to have to cling to Rose for support.
"I'll stick to you like glue," Rose assured him. He hung onto Rose, especially when they stepped off the side sidewalk.
"I feel so damn helpless!" He whispered to his wife.
"You'll get used to the heels," Rose replied.
Jack shook his head. "I hope not,"
This remarked, caused Rose to laugh. "You're doing very good darling. Keep the knees together more and your head up, chest out, eyes straight ahead. Most important you've got to smile! Big and bright all the time! There is nothing that makes a woman appear more attractive than a smile. Feel good about yourself!"
"I don't want to be attractive," replied Jack.
"Nonsense" said Rose as she continued to coach, by repeating, "Glide, Heel-toe, glide, heel-toe, like a mantra."
As Rose guided her husband to their destination, the sound of their heels clicking on the sidewalk seemed to Jack that they attracted a great deal of attention. Every guy that passed gave Daisy and her long legs a lingering look. Jack felt like running and hiding, but knew in those heels his running days were over. So he bore the brunt of comments and stares as any woman would. The lewd ones he ignored, the complementary ones he would repay with a small smile.
Rose laughed silently as his discomfort and was barely able to contain herself. It felt so empowering to see her feminized husband deal with the lusty glances of some of the male passerby's.
He did his best to ignore them, but he could not get used to the experience of being 'given the eye' by the men they passed.
"Don't be nervous", Rose reassured him. "It's when they stop looking at you that you have to worry."
A bewildered Jack was more surprised by the looks he was getting from the women and it took a few moments before he realized that they were envious, even jealous, of his feminine body and pretty face. He chuckled softly, that sounded to Rose like a girlish giggle. Jack told Rose about his observations when they were alone, figuring she'd get a laugh out of the situation. She remarked, "If they only knew! Sure they're jealous—you are absolutely gorgeous! They'd probably give anything to be as beautiful as you."
Perhaps it was the way Rose said it, but Jack felt a quickening of his pulse and then warmth spreading to his face, and realized that he was blushing! It was a bizarre reaction that puzzled him completely. Jack sarcastically replied, "Thanks babe, you really know how to turn a girl's head. But you are the beautiful one, not me."
Rose laughed out loud and said "Daisy, we need to get your eyes checked. Tonight you look like a movie star."
"The star of a horror movie maybe."
Rose gave Jack the dreaded raised eyebrow and chillingly replied, "Stop quarrelling with me or else. That tattoo parlor is around here somewhere. Now say after me, I am a beautiful, desirable woman."
"No Rose, I can't say that it is too embarrassing."
Rather than smile, Rose's mouth turned up at the corners, a telltale sign trouble was brewing, "Daisy Duke you are trying my patience! I want you to stay away from the boys, remember no matter how glamorous you look, you're still mine."
Jack was saved from Rose's ire by a large group of people strolling down the sidewalk. Weaving through the people on the street, Jack became aware that he was drawing quite a bit of attention and the sense of insecurity returned. He gripped Rose's hand tightly finding reassurance in her strong grip. He stared straight ahead, trying to appear as inconspicuous as possible. Even so, he couldn't help but overhear several comments about them, nor did he fail to notice that the sound level diminished as they approached groups of people. Two beautiful woman holding hands attracted attention. Despite the unwanted interest, Jack wasn't going to let go of his wife's hand.
Jack whispered, looking up at his wife. "I'm really nervous!"
"There's no need to be," she assured him, "You look completely normal. Nobody would ever think you aren't exactly what you appear to be, my lusty, busty lesbian."
Jack laughed and stood a little taller at the thought he was Rose's. He enjoyed the way Rose held his hand when they walked, and the way she put her arm around his waist when they looked in the shop windows. He somehow felt safe and secure when she did that, and it was a very pleasant sensation. After another block Jack had to stop, saying "Rose, I can't go any further. My feet are killing me and I am positive I am going to fall off these damn stilts."
Rose replied, "Do you want some cheese with your wine? Now buck up and take it like a man." At that Rose broke out in hysterical laughter.
Jack just fumed. "Rose, it's not that funny."
With an incredulous look Rose pointed to their reflection in a storefront window and chortled, "Is that right, look at your image and tell me it isn't funny. Come on Miss Daisy the restaurant is just around the corner."
"Stop that, you know I hate it when you mock me like that. Rose Ann, just whose side are you on?"
"That's a good question darling, I've been thinking about that all day, I'll let you know when I have it figured out."
Jack pouted at that comment. "Oh poor baby have I hit a nerve? Come on Daisy don't look so glum, all will be revealed in time. Now before we move on, there is one more thing I want you to do. At some point tonight I am going to ask you to do something for me that you are not going to want to do. When I ask, and I will ask, I want you to answer me 'Yes mistress'. Will you do that for me?"
"Rose, you are out of your fucking mind. What's this mistress crap? I won't do it and you can't make me."
"You're right Jack. I can't make you do anything. But I can sure as hell make you wish you had. Now think on that, until we get to dinner."
"I am not going anywhere", said Jack.
An infuriated Rose retorted "Suite yourself I will go alone then, is that what you want?"
Rose took off at a fast pace leaving behind Daisy. Two heartbeats latter Daisy was struggling to keep up. The walk quickly progressed into a slow gallop. While wearing higher heels, Jack had to keenly concentrate on what he was doing. It didn't really feel comfortable.
The street was dimly lit and full of potholes and cracks in the pavement. Jack was grateful when he caught up with Rose and attached himself to her arm as they made their way to the dinner club. Rose put her arm around Jack resting it on his shoulder. Jack's first instinct was to pull away, but a subtle, pleasant sensation overrode his impulse and he actually felt himself lean against his wife. Upon reaching the door of their favorite supper club, Jack again stopped. He could hear people laughing and talking over the music from inside.
Beseeching Rose he said "Rose, someone will recognize me. I just can't do this. Will you do this one small favor. Please let's just go home."
"No you big pussy, this is the point of the whole day, I am going in. Whenever you are ready, come on in. It's your choice Daisy, be a scaredy cat and just stand on this street corner. If no one else snatches you first, I will pick you up here in a couple of hours when I am through!"
Jack was contemplating his options when a car load of teenage boys drove pass and made several vulgar comments towards the women. Both women pretend not to hear the cat-calls. An aggravated Rose pulled Jack into the lavish alcove of the front door and said, "I had hoped for a more romantic spot than a street corner but your stubbornness has given me no other choice. There is one more thing I want to do before we go in; and we are going in!"
Jack sighed, "What now."
Rose took his left hand and said, "Oh you curmudgeon, here take this and Rose handed her husband a new wristwatch. It was just a cheap little girl's 'My Little Mermaid' watch. The face was covered with pink sparkles and surrounded by dozens of tiny rhinestones. Fastening the dainty timepiece onto his wrist Rose announced, "I had the band enlarged so it will fit, don't you just love the way it sparkles in the light?" Still holding onto Jack's wrist Rose said, "now Jack, take off your wedding band and give it to me!"
"What, no way Rose!"
"Oh come on honey, a wedding band is so inappropriate for what you are about to do. Your cover story has us breaking up as a married couple. Would a person who just had his marriage destroyed keep his wedding ring on? I think not, so give it to me for safe keeping. Here I will trade you."
Rose surprised the hell out of Jack, she got down on one knee and produced a small box from her purse. "Give me that ring and I will present you with a special gift."
Opening the ring box she produced an engagement ring, it was a large gold-plated 3 carat cubic zirconium diamond ring. The gold setting was very similar to the studs Daisy now wore in her ears.
Rose looked up at Jack and said, "Daisy Bell Sokolov will you be my life partner forever? No matter what happens I will always cherish you. As far as I am concerned, with you, I have hit the trifecta in life, a husband that loves me, a best friend, and a beautiful life companion."
Rose hated what Steve had planned, but for the good of the country she felt obliged to go ahead with it. 'I hope Jack will forgive me when this is all over,' thought Rose.
Slipping the ring on his finger, Rose proposed, "Jack, I love you with all my heart, will you promise to always wear this as a symbol of our love, no matter what happens, please, for me?"
Jack thought for a brief second realizing how sissy it made him look and feel. But if that is what Rose wanted he would do it. His reply of, "Yes Mistress", brought a smile to Roses face. Jack then pledged his undying devotion to Rose.
The lovers exchanged rings. Rose put the wedding band in her purse and stood up and said, "Come on Daisy, we're expected. If we don't hurry we will miss all the action."
Rose stood there, in the soft moonlight; she released his hand and slowly stepped back from him, gazing at his incredible beauty with a sense of wonder. The faint, diffuse street light surrounded Daisy like an aura, silhouetting her striking figure, and Rose suddenly knew she would regret what she was about to do for the rest of her life.
Rose turned with a tear in her eye and walked in the supper club, leaving her husband turned fiancée stunned, and bewildered. The car was several blocks away, Jack did not want to go into such a public place but abandoning his wife, after that touching proposal was not an option. Jack wrestled with the dilemma for a few moments. He was totally confused and emotionally overwhelmed by the events of this entire day.
In due course his love for his wife overcame his fear and he opened the door and stepped inside. Pausing a few seconds at the door to let his eyes adjust to the low light. Jack scanned the interior and looked for Rose. He couldn't help but notice every eye turned his way to evaluate the fresh meat that had just waded into the shark pool.
Then to his left at the bar he heard Rose yell, "Over here Daisy, come and join us, over here." Turning he saw Rose standing at the bar, jumping up and down, waving her arms, by now the entire club was looking in his direction. Jack blushed and his cheeks turn crimson. Then he saw something that made him feel faint. Standing next to Rose was his boss Mike, smoking one of his damned cigars and decked out in one of his outlandishly expensive Armani suits. He stood in a very possessive posture with his arm draped around Rose's shoulders. As Jack's bewilderment grew, he became weak in the knees. He felt a cold dread in his corset covered belly. Jack briefly thought of fleeing, but could think of no way of gracefully escaping this situation.
Despite Rose's continued encouragement, he was unable to move. Jack stood frozen in place like a deer trapped in the headlights of an oncoming car. Eventually, Rose came over to him leading Mike by the hand. She turned to Mike and said "I told you my best girlfriend would join us for dinner. Mike, this is Daisy, she's a bit shy, but really a lovely woman. Daisy this is my very, very close friend and boss Mike."
Still speechless, Jack extended his hand as he had been trained. Mike ignored this gesture and stared at Jack's chest. Jack felt his face turning red from the lecherous glare. Then the man bypassed the outstretched hand and gave Daisy a big hug, letting one hand slip to his buttocks, and gave it a good squeeze before breaking the hello grope.
Jake looked at Rose for some clue as to what was going on. Rose merely gave Daisy a wink and smile. Jack realized Mike had not recognized him; in fact, his eyes had never risen above his faux breasts.
Released from the hug Jack started to get his composure back when the band struck up a slow tune. A drunk, a real mountain of a man, with a body-builders physique stumbled over to the threesome. Towering over Daisy he grinned and grabbed Daisy's hand and slurred, "Come on babe dance with me." Jack thought 'If I just ignore him. Maybe he'll go away.'
Mike piped up, "That's a great idea, let's all dance. Come on Rose Bud, you and me."
Jack prayed Rose would rescue the situation, however he was disappointed when Rose turned to Jack and said, "Come on girlfriend. Loosen up and let's have some fun."
She headed to the dance floor hand and hand with Mike. With his free hand, Jack grabbed her arm and pulled Rose around.
Jack gave Rose a reproachful look and asked, "What's going on?"
Rose quietly said, "Daisy either you be a good girl and play nice and dance with your new friend or I will take Mike and our car and leave you here dressed like that. Use your head Jack, the guy is obviously pretty drunk already; you didn't want to make a scene. If you do I'll leave you here with no car or money. You decide, what's one dance compared to the issue of getting home on your own. Jack, don't screw up this plan."
Spinning on her heel, she abandoned her feminized husband, to the clutches of this drunken Adonis. She purposely walked towards the dance floor. The whole time Mike had his hand resting comfortably on Rose's ass.
Mr. Muscle grabbed Daisy's hand in a vise-like grip and dragged an unenthusiastic Jack with his knees shaking onto the dance floor. Jack wanted to tell this revolting swine to go to hell, but knew he had no other options. So he halfheartedly allowed this brute to dance with him. The drumk put his arm around Daisy and pulled his captive dance partner close to him. Jack was having trouble trying to follow his lead dancing in high heels as his movements had nothing to do with the music. That's when it hit Jack that the guy wasn't trying to dance rather he was grinding his groin up against Daisy. Horny S-O-B was dry-humping him. Jack as pulled myself back as much as he could.
This guy effortless overpowered Jack's efforts and engulfed Jack in a bear-like hug. Jack was thankful that Rose kept Mike's back to him. Their eyes locked briefly and Rose once again gave Jack a big theatrical wink and this time blew a kiss in his direction.
Jack detected a scheming gleam in her eyes. As the music stopped, Rose turned slightly revealing an earth shattering sight. Mike's hand had slithered down the open back of Rose's dress and had disappeared into the openness of the dress. Jack leaned in to get a better look and what he saw raised bile to his throat. Mike's big meaty hands fingers spread like a fan were resting against Rose's right buttock.
He was utterly stunned by this observation and the fact that Rose made no objection to this intimate contact. Jack was totally unprepared for what happened next. The damned drunk seized Daisy by the back of his head and pulled their faces together and planted a big kiss right on his lips. Jack just froze in total disbelief.
With their lips locked in contact, Rose screeched and started screaming at the top of her lungs, "Oh my god, you pervert what you are doing?"
Jack's partner released him and whispered in Jack's ear, "Good luck kiddo." and disappeared into the crowd.
Jack was bewildered by the chaos swarming around him and just stared at his wife and assumed she was upset with the man for initiating the kiss. Rose continued to yell at the top of her lungs and stormed over to Jack and slapped him across the face so hard his wig was dislodged. Rose then grabbed hold of his platinum blonde wig and pulled it off exposing Daisy as Jack.
A flustered Jack dropped his purse on to the floor and stood petrified. Rose turned to her dance partner and said, "Mike, you know my sissy husband."
The entire club had gone quiet to watch how this scene would play out. "You bastard, you left the house every night this week dressed like a hooker, now I see why. Jack, how can you troll for a trick right in front of your wife? Is this why you invited me here tonight? Are you finally coming out of the closet?"
Jack's, drunken suitor now seemingly completely sober, took pains to blend into the shadows. He took out his cell phone and took a video of the developing drama. Once the yelling had calmed down, he made a phone call to his boss. "Steve, this is Dave, the plan is working beautifully. I'll complete my report when I get in. I want to stay for the final act."
In the meantime, Jack was totally bewildered. Rose knew he had spent every night with her practicing for his mission.
Mike just stood there and stared at Daisy's cleavage. He stammered, "Bu…but the bo…boobs."
Rose smiled and said "Yes, the boobs. Remember those two weeks Jack needed off for 'medical reasons'? Well he took the time off and spent the last of our life savings for breast implants."
Rose then reached over and snatched one of the breast enhancers and pulled it out. Raising the faux breast over her head she waved it back and forth as she loudly announced, "We spent every cent we had on his tits, B cups were all we could afford. They weren't enough for him, so to go out trolling, my husband felt it necessary to super size his tits. Hell between these falsies, that Christian Dior dress and the Gucci handbag, it's no wonder our bank account is empty. Mike, if that promotion is still available I will take it now, working late and on weekends won't be a problem anymore."
Then vindictively she added, "It's obvious I am going to need the money and the companionship!"
A triumphant Mike stepped between the two and poked Jack in the chest and sarcastically said "Medical procedure, my ass. If you used the company's health insurance for those udders I'll see you in jail for fraud!"
Rose now sobbed hysterically. She threw the wig and breast insert at Jack. Rose yelled, "We are through forever, our marriage is over! Now get out, just get out I don't ever want to see you again!"
Jack was in shock, his eyes glazed over and he was visibly shaking. He took a deep breath and responded, "I'm confused. It sounds like you are going to divorce me?"
Rose sniggered, "No you idiot, obviously you been sucking too much bimbo juice. This is a community property state. If I divorce you I only get half, by you just walking out and never coming back I get everything, including your pension fund. Now just go!"
Mike said, "You heard the lady, go and if I ever see you again, I will personally rip your balls off, sauté them in butter and feed them to you one at a time."
As a punctuation point, he reached out and shoved Daisy. The force of the blow and unfamiliarity with the heels caused Daisy to stumble and fall. Jack landed hard on his ass, and struck the back of his head on the dance floor. Stunned, Jack tried to crab walk backwards to get away. Rose suddenly shrieked, "Wait sissy, you forgot your handbag."
She walked over to the distressed Daisy. She stood over the prostrate man and took the purse, opened it upside down so that the contents dumped onto the floor. Jack gaped as the contents spilled onto the floor between his legs, his eyes widen in total shock. The entire bar closed in to get a better view as a pink cell phone, a pack of cigarettes, a pink rhinestone encrusted lighter, a woman's wallet, car keys, a dozen tampons and equal number of rubbers, all tumbled out. Rose wearing a malicious smirk pushed the contents around on the floor with her toe.
With fiendish delight she continued to mock Daisy. She scornfully said, "My, my, what do we have here? All the tampons are "Maxi's, and the condoms are extra small. What's the matter Jackie, were they all out of petite?"
Turning to face Mike she said, "his itsy, bitsy, teeny weenie is not robust like yours Mike.
"You know what they called our boy Jackie in the showers in gym class? It was Pee Wee wasn't it honey? I hate to call it small, the word microscopic is more appropriate!"
This produced a chuckle and a few hoots from the entire Bar. Rose then used her toe to lift Daisy's skirt, and exposed his underwear.
"I wondered where my panties went. Look everyone, this sissy has stolen his wife's panties and I'll bet he is wearing my bra too. Jackie, you are an affront to the entire masculine community. And they say fags don't have any balls, well it takes pretty big ones to steal your wife's favorite lingerie when you are out trolling for tricks. You're nothing but a promiscuous whore!"
Jack raised his head and asked, "Rose, why are you doing this to me, the man you just said you loved? Rose, please don't kick me out. You are the one who told me to wear these", whimpered Jack.
Rose looked at Jack's face. His tears were black from the mascara. Rose thought, 'I really should have insisted his makeup be water proof. I knew it was going to end this way.' Forcing herself back to her script she said, "Yeah sure, like any self-respecting wife would help her husband get all gussied up and send him out en femme!
"Why am I doing this? Well that's easy, once you lose respect for someone; the only thing left is contempt. Mike, remember all those nights Tinkerbelle here said he couldn't stay late at work? I bet he was out cruising."
"Jack, if you just wanted sex why didn't you ask me, I haven't gotten anything out of it for years, but I owed you at least a little pity sex? Now I see why you are no longer interested in your wife, I guess I have the wrong plumbing to excite you!"
Jack was emotionally spent and embarrassingly has started to cry. His heavy mascara ran down his cheeks in great globs.
Rose scorned him for it as she said, "Here you fairy, take my hankie and dry your eyes before you spoil your beautiful makeup. No one will pay for a whore with raccoon eyes."
This produced an additional laugh from the entranced gathering.
Rose then said "Now I understand why you couldn't give me that baby I always wanted. Get out of here and get your things out of my house before 'WE' get home."
Jack was up on his elbows and between sniffles asked, "Rose what are you telling me?"
"My, my, you really are a simpleton. To quote Dr. Seuss "let me say, 'I meant what I said and said what I meant'. Now what part of get out didn't you understand?"
Rose saw her husband's eyes were open but he wasn't there anymore. Rose bent over and in a conspiratorial tone whispered, "Jack, don't despise me, just get up and leave. Please dear let's not drag this out and make it worse – just do it."
Jack choked back, "Please Rose, I don't know what I did to deserve all this, but I am sorry. Give me another chance, please I am begging you."
"Jack, you are a sweet but naive man. Try and retain some dignity and leave now. I warned you I was cutting you loose today." Then winking at Jack she softly said, "I'll leave the lights on for you."
Rose stood and loudly proclaimed, "Now you worthless pansy, are you going to leave or does Mike have to throw you out?"
Jack reached for his purse, and scooped up the spilled contents and staggered to his feet and headed for the door. Mike blocked his way, "Well Sissy, don't you have something to say before you slink off?"
Jack swallowed what was left of his pride and turned to his wife, "Rose I am sorry and I'm leaving now." Mike continued to block his way and said, "Try that again asswipe! Watch the familiarity, I want it more formal."
This time Jack responded with, "Mrs. Sokolov, I'm sorry and I'm leaving now, if that's alright with you?"
Mike remained blocking the door so Jack tried it again.
"Ms. Sokolov, I'm so sorry, with your permission I will leave now."
Rose mockingly waved a childish goodbye and in a sing song voice said, "Bye bye baby be a good girl." She then rushed over to Mike and threw herself at him and clung to his massive chest. Crying uncontrollably she pronounced to the entire bar, "Now I am free to find a real man. One that can give me a baby!"
The entire incident had been capture by a dozen smart phones. Jack's humiliation was an instant hit on YouTube, by the following evening it had over 100,000 views.
Jack eyes glazed over. He stumbled out the door to the accompaniment of a chorus of jeers and laughter. Her words cut Jack to the core. He managed to get outside.
To prevent any additional embarrassments Jack replaced his wig and re-positioned the breast enhancers. He stood up straight, gripped his purse with both hands and staggered to his car.
Tears are words the head can't express.
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Chapter 23 – One Last Trip Home
I know that you believe you understood what you think I said, but I’m not sure you realized that what you heard is not what I meant.
Steve was in the back of the crowd in the restaurant to ensure that his new undercover agent got the sendoff that Rose had been instructed to give her husband. He watched as she exposed Jack as the cross-dressing sissy he appeared to be and as she and her escort totally humiliated him.
Once Jack was out of the building, he faded into the back of the room and made his way through the kitchen to the alley behind the building. He was completely satisfied at how Rose had been manipulated into turning her husband into the kind of person Ivan would zero in on like a fly to sugar.
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It had been a day or two before Daisy's disastrous debut in public that Steve had met with Rose about Jack's departure. It had been necessary to smuggle Rose into the HLS offices in an enclosed van so that any observers that Ivan might have posted would not see Rose. It would not do to have the wife of someone who suddenly appeared in Ivan's life to be seen dealing with HLS agents.
It had been planned out that the party at the restaurant would be the point in time where Rose would publicly break up with Jack and throw him out of the house. Any investigation by Ivan would produce a hundred witnesses to confirm Jack had been treated like dirt by his wife and there would be no doubt that he was on his own.
From the beginning, Steve and the psych team had been monitoring Rose's activities with the cameras that had been installed in the house and he reviewed the psychologist's analysis of the Sokolov couple many times. The psych team felt that as Jack approached the point where he would be ready for Linda's training, Rose was also reaching the point where she might refuse to follow through with the final steps that were required.
For example, Jack had complied with Rose's threats and demands because he loved her and because he lacked self-confidence in his ability to find another job in the current job economy. His confidence had taken some major hits as a result of the psychological manipulation he had experienced at Rose's hands. Of course, she had been following the instructions of the psych team so that Jack was now exactly what Ivan was looking for.
Rose's motivations were a bit more complex. She wanted to do something patriotic in the war on terror, but she also had some kinky impulses that she liked to indulge in. So she had been manipulated to see Jack as her patriot-surrogate. In addition, her sexual preferences told the psychologists that, while she was happy with her sex life with Jack, she had actually preferred her lovers to be female or feminine at the very least. Her arrogant and self-centered personality flaws, caused her to brook no argument when she wanted something or thought that she was justified in her actions. They merely encouraged those flaws and desires.
The evaluations had been used to guide Rose's treatment of Jack and they had played her like a violin. That was why Steve had been so concerned in their final meeting. Rose had not actually refused to go through with cutting Jack loose, but she was objecting to how they wanted her to do so.
"I don't like hurting my husband, agent Garibaldi! I think that he is more scared of me these days than he loves me."
When he couldn't get her to commit to cooperate with him, he left the room on the pretext of getting them both some coffee. His boss, Bill Hampton, and the lead psychologist were watching the meeting from the other side of the mirror in the conference room. Rose had not even given the mirror a glance when she had been ushered in.
"What the hell are you doing in there?" Hampton had practically shouted at Steve. "If that bitch backs out now, you can kiss your career goodbye!"
All Steve could do was to remain silent and grit his teeth. Hampton probably had not seen any kind of action in the field in the last ten years. How could he possibly understand the behavior of the people on the street and how to deal with them?
Steve hadn't wanted to come into the office today because it was becoming very difficult to hide his developing figure. He had resorted to wearing two separate tight shirts to conceal the bulk of his breasts and his hair just looked like he was in serious need of a haircut, because his hair was growing like a weed. He had already explained it away that he was working on a project that made it so that he didn't even have time to go to the barber, besides the longer hair worked with some of the disguises he was forced to use.
He didn't really know why he hadn't cutting his hair short yet. Maybe it was because he was growing a set of breasts that told the casual observer that he might be a woman. If he wore a crew cut, everyone would think that he was actually a she-male. By keeping his hair long, he could present himself as a woman to those observers. It was a macho thing.
"Relax boss," Steve tried to say soothingly. "This kind of situation happens all of the time. When you're dealing with civilians, you just have to know what buttons to push."
"You had better start pushing the right buttons or I'll kick your ass! I've promised my boss that this project will catch Ivan. If it goes south, I could lose my pension."
The psychologist spoke up before things became too heated.
"Sir, we need to be careful with Mrs. Sokolov. Her mental state is bordering on unstable. We have been manipulating her these past months and feeding into her own emotional needs and fantasies to get what we want. I believe that we can get her to go through with exposing her husband and throwing him out of the house by reminding her of her patriotism and how her husband is becoming the kind of lover she really wants. However, we need to encourage her to seek professional mental counselling once her husband is out of the picture."
Hampton's resistance or indifference to Rose's needs was apparent to the doctor by how his mouth tightened. It was obvious that he really had no interest in helping the woman. Rose was just a means to an end.
The doctor spoke up again and said, "That is my professional and official assessment Mr. Hampton. I'll be submitting my report to my department head and we will be acting to get Mrs. Sokolov the help that she will require."
Hampton looked like he just tasted something sour. "Fine!" he snapped. "I don't give a rat's ass what your department does. As long as this operation goes on without a hitch!" He made a mental note the communication between Rose Sokolov and her sissy husband would need to be monitored carefully, if not blocked entirely.
Hampton watched as Steve got the coffee he had left the room for and then returned to Rose. The psychologist turned to Hampton once Steve was gone.
"Sir, I've noticed some changes in agent Garibaldi lately. I think that he might benefit from some time speaking with a counselor himself." Without knowing Steve's full story, his observations were entirely accurate.
Hampton's attitude was typically macho. He just curled his lip at the thought of Steve's appearance and said, "That's fine with me. I'm planning on moving him to a desk assignment anyway. As far as I'm concerned, he needs to see a shrink or a hair stylist. Maybe both." He stalked out of the room and left the psychologist to continue his observations.
Steve set the coffee on the table in front of Rose. He figured that she had had enough time to think about what he wanted her to do and what she wanted for her life. Threats were the last thing that would possibly work with this woman; her Irish temper would actually make her dig and refuse to cooperate out of spite.
"Rose, I understand that you don't like what we want you to do to Jack. You have to remember that this last move is probably the most important. You've spent weeks getting Jack to look and behave like a feminine man, but our target will never believe Jack's cover if we just have you kiss him goodbye and send him out into the big wide world. Everyone must think that you have totally cut him off and that he is completely alone.
"He is going to be hurt by this, but we will explain things to him at the right time and he will be okay. When this is over, your husband will be a hero and a patriot. We won't be able to give him a medal though; we wouldn't know how to pin it on him. Not the way he will be built when he comes home."
He said this last bit with a slight smile. Patriotism was all well and good, but he knew that Rose's self-interest would work better here. By subtly reminding her of the lover Jack had become, she would be thinking of what she would be getting out of this. Steve was sure that she would never have sex with a man again, unless that man was in a dress and wearing makeup. Sure enough, Rose slowly agreed that what Steve dictated to her as the only way and they had gotten down to working out what she would say and how she would act.
He also made sure that she had the phone Jack was to use to get into contact with his handler. Once Jack was in Linda's charge, he didn't care how much Rose might regret her actions.
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A bewildered Jack managed to get outside of the restaurant, barely able to see through his tears. Her words had cut Jack to his very core. He looked back into the club in the hope Rose was following him, but the window was tinted so all he could see was his own reflection. To prevent any further embarrassment he used his window refection as a mirror to replace his wig and re-positioned the breast enhancer. He had the strangest compulsion to touch up his tear stained makeup, but quickly submerged that deep in his soul. He stood up straight, gripped his purse and Rose’s hankie and tottered toward his car. The walk to the parked car seemed to take an eternity. Tears were streaming down his face in such a steady stream that they seemed to dig furrows in his makeup. He couldn't help but remember an old saying from his childhood. "Tears are only words the heart can't express."
When he finally reached the car, Jack sat behind the wheel for several minutes trying to understand why Rose, the woman he loved with all his heart, the woman he trusted, would betray him like this.
The tears made it impossible to drive, so all he could do was sit and think. Jack stared down at his left hand and his new ring. He started to take it off and throw it away, but something made him stop. Staring down at his exposed cleavage Jack thought 'I may not be much of a man anymore but I am a man of my word, I promised I would wear it and so I will. If nothing else it will serve as a reminder to never open my heart to another woman.'
It took another couple of minutes to compose himself before he felt up to driving. Jack's feelings of abandonment were overwhelming. The pendulum of his emotions swung from sadness, fear, sorrow, to self-pity and finally settled on an overriding burst of anger.
For the first time in his life, Jack actually felt the need for a cigarette. He sat there smoking; blowing out long streams of smoke toward the windshield. When he checked his reflection in the rearview mirror, Jack thought back over the past few weeks and tried to analyze his feelings. He was never much of a man and, if he was truthful with himself, there was a lot to like about being an attractive woman.
The seed had been planted in his brain that maybe he would be happier if he went ahead and became a real woman instead of a hybrid shemale. Depending how the future worked out he filed that idea away as a possible action. Right now he just felt trapped and betrayed. There was no joy in his foreseeable future, he quietly mumbled to himself, 'Maybe I will go home and just kill myself.'
Taking a last deep puff on the cigarette, Jack flicked the butt out the window. 'On second thought I would do just that; but that vindictive bitch would probably push my body to the floor and fuck her lover right there before my corpse was even cold. No I won't give that whore the satisfaction of knowing she has completely destroyed me.' Using the hankie, Jack dried his tears, checked his face in the rearview mirror, and immediately realized any serious repairs will have to wait, so he started the car, not sure what his future would hold. The internal debate continued between suicide and SRS.
Jack drove as cautiously through town as he could. He just wanted to get home and out of there before Rose and Mike showed up. 'I would just die if I was there when they get home', thinks Jack. 'How can Rose do this to me? This whole thing was her idea. I was sure she loved me. Well, I guess I am not the first guy in history to be betrayed by a woman. Damn it! She is still my wife; didn't our vows mean anything to her? I pledged my love to her and promised to love her till the day I die.'
Pulling into their driveway Jack got out of the car. Looking back at the street, he saw a police car cruise by. 'Just great that's all I need', thinks Jack. Reaching the front door he fumbled with his keys, his heart pounded, his hands shook, the long fingernails he had been saddled with not making the job any easier.
Talking to himself he said, "Why won't those cops just drive on?
The cruiser was slowing down to survey what appeared to be a streetwalker. The driver looked over to his partner to say, "Nah, it can't be, not in this neighborhood." They slowed to watch the overdressed woman until she disappeared inside the house and then they drove on. Jack breathed a sigh of relief as the car's taillights disappear into the night.
'How would I explain all this', Jack thinks to himself. Alright, let's get this over with.'
Stumbling on his high heels, he managed to get into the bedroom. First order of business was to get a suitcase, which were all stored in the master bedrooms walk-in closet. Opening the door, he was taken by surprise. All his male cloths were gone, not even the hangers were left, just a void on his side of the closet. 'Where the hell did Rose hide my real clothes', wondered Jack? 'Well first things first. I need to get out of here.'
Spying the suitcases on the top self, Jack realized he couldn't reach them, so he retrieved a chair from the bedroom office desk. Rolling it into the closet and preparing to stand on it, the first of many lessons hit Jack. Wearing a skirt and high heels creates a whole new dynamic when it comes to something like standing on a chair.
To be safe, Jack determined he would take off his high heels before standing on the chair. Bending over to undo the straps gave him a view of his massive breasts dangling down. "Damn those things seem to get in the way of everything," mumbled Jack (If Jack had known what the future held in store for him he would have had a completely different opinion of their size.)
Jack found that with the long finger nails, shaking hands, and over tightened straps made loosening the straps a fool's errand. 'Damn her eyes', thinks Jack, ‘she intentionally over tightened these things. I can't get sufficient slack to undue them'.
Giving up on the shoes, he managed to finally get up onto the shaky chair. Jack had to stretch to reach the suitcase. Just as his hand closed on the handle, the chair slowly started rolling. As the chair picked up speed, Jack lost his balance and panic set in. One hand was clutching the suitcase and his free hand was flailing for anything to steady himself with. The only thing he was able grab was a pile of Rose’s underwear that was stacked on the shelf as the chair finally slipped out from under Jack. The law of physics took over and he dropped onto his ass. Jack crashed to the floor, bruised his coccyx and banged his head. He was laying there waiting for his head to clear with a suitcase in one hand and a pile of underwear on his face. Laughing to himself, Jack thought, now this brings back some childhood memories. Scrambling to his feet, Jack violently threw every dress in the closet into the opened case. Laughing to himself he says, "They are all mine now I guess."
The two additional inches and tightly synched straps made a big difference, and the soft thick carpet of the throw rug raised the difficulty of walking in five inch stilettos to a very dangerous level. Every step felt like a game of chance.
Jack dragged the bag into the bedroom and started packing underwear. Again the entire dresser contained nothing but frilly feminine attire. Jack didn't even try to separate what was his from Rose's. He just kept packing until the suitcase was full. Last stop thought Jack as he headed into the bathroom for toiletries, toothbrush and shaving gear.
Rushing to complete this task Jack caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. What he saw was totally distracting, staring back at him was a stunningly sexy, beautiful - if over-endowed platinum blonde woman. A woman who desperately needed to do something about her makeup. Losing his concentration, he marveled at the small gold studs in his ears. 'Damn, she was right - the rich color of the gold did really enhance my new hair color', thought Jack.
He was shocked at what he just thought. 'Where did that thought come from?' Still admiring himself in the mirror, Jack stumbled catching a spiked heel in the throw rug. Losing his balance again he grabbed out for anything to keep his balance. This time he found Rose's vanity table. Unfortunately it was an old antique and was unable to sustain his weight. For the second time in as many minutes, Jack crashed to the floor. This time he landed among all of Rose's cosmetics. Jack comically landed on his still tender butt, radiating waves of pain from his tailbone. He had landed right on top of his new perfume bottle smashing it into small shards of glass and a pool of aromatic fluid. Unfortunately, as he shifted to avoid the glass pieces, his skirt acted as a large wick and absorbed the entire contents of the broken bottle.
Our cross-dressed hero slowly rose and attempted to extricate himself from this latest mess, now reeking of the sweet-smelling liquid. As Jack stood amid the wreckage, the final contents of the perfume bottles contents trickled down his nylons to slowly fill his shoes. Looking down, Jack swore, "Damn that will probably ruin these shoes." He was again surprised at his train of thought.
Opening the medicine cabinet to retrieve his toothbrush, Jack saw four boxes of Rose's hormone patches. 'Well the bitch may try and make babies with Mike but without these it ain't going to happen. I'll show the slut'. He threw all four boxes into his suitcase.
Dragging the case out to the car, Jack thought that the fresh air felt good. Plus, it was helping to disperse the cloud of sweet smelling perfume that continued to envelop him. Once the suitcases were loaded, there was no reason for him to stay. Rose had burned that bridge for him and there was nothing left for him now.
As the car reached the end of the driveway, he saw headlights coming down the street. "Shit, that can't be them already can it?" Stomping on the gas and speeding away, Jack wondered 'Will I ever be back here again?'
He finally regained his composure at a stop sign to realize, 'Shit where am I going?' He was still in sight of his former home and looked back to see the car pull into his driveway. The thought of Rose with another man in their bed made him absolutely nauseous. He began thinking about all those late nights at work and how Rose just accepted the sexual innuendos from Mike and things started to become clear.
'I wonder how long she has been fucking him. Hell, this whole government undercover gig was just an opportunity for Rose to get rid of me. I wonder if those guys are really from the government or has this whole thing been a setup to embarrass me.'
Now he was stuck looking like a street walker, with no place to even call home. Tonight he would stay in a motel and start working on becoming Jack Sokolov again. The state of economy meant that he would probably end up washing dishes until he could find another job in IT. At least he didn't have to worry about Rose and her meanness any more.
He pulled his purse to him from the passenger seat where he had thrown it. He would clean all of the nastiness out that Rose had put in to humiliate him at the restaurant. As he pulled out handfuls of condoms and tampons, he saw that Rose had replaced his black leather wallet with a childish pink thing with a caricature of Tinker Bell on the front.
Inside he found his driver's license that still said Jack Sokolov, but none of his credit cards. Instead of his cards or the money that he normally had in his wallet, there was a 20 dollar bill with a note clipped to it. "Jack, here is some mad money. Every girl needs to be able to get home from a bad date. Love, Rose."
"Shit, shit, shit," was all he could say. Hoping that Rose might have shown some mercy upon him, he dug into the purse again. His old phone was nowhere to be found, only a pink slim line cell phone with sparkles glued all over the case.
At this point he was so devastated at the depths to which he had sunk, he became violently ill. He shoved the car door open as the bile rose in his throat and he bent almost completely out of the car as the vomit erupted violently. Jack had enough presence of mind to quickly grab his hair to keep it out of the mess. His world had come to an end. Here he was leaning out of a car worrying about his hair and trying to keep his dress clean. 'What has happened to me', thinks Jack. After the contents of his stomach have been expelled and the dry heaves have subsided, Jack wiped his mouth with the hankie Rose had given him.
Before he threw the phone back into the purse with the useless wallet, he opened it to see if she had at least put his old contacts into his new phone. He saw that the inside of the phone was nothing like a girlie-girl's phone. It was a simple flip phone, but there was no keypad for entering a number. There was just a single button to indicate that the phone was to dial.
This was not the kind of phone that Rose would have put into his purse just to humiliate him. There was someone one the other end who was waiting for a call. The only question was would Jack actually make the call. But what choice did he have? His entire life had just been violently ripped away from him and he had nothing left. He didn't even have enough money to leave town.
Jack couldn't help but recall Rose's incessant instructions. "One foot in front of the other, short steps, arms out, elbows in, fingers point out, wiggle the hips. Mince down the line smoothly, like a dancer. Glide, Heel-toe, heel-toe. Feel good about yourself!" He had been preparing for this mission for months now and he had nowhere else to go. All he could do was put one foot in front of the other and see if he could make a new life for himself. As much as he wanted to drive away and forget this nightmare, he had no other options.
He opened the phone again and pressed the single button inside. After a moment, the call was answered by a male voice. All it said was to drive to an address downtown and to park in the garage. Someone would be waiting for him. The call ended with an abrupt click.
"Love means exposing yourself to the pain of being hurt, deeply hurt by someone you trust."
A NOTE REGARDING THIS STORY
This is a fictional chronicle of a normal hardworking guy named Jack. The federal government made him an offer he couldn't refuse. All they asked was for Jack to go undercover to help the U.S. Government ensnare a terrorist.
Any resemblance of the characters depicted in the story to actual individuals is coincidental. All events are the sole responsibility of the author. None of the scenes in this story depict minors engaged in any sexual encounter.
This story has been previously posted on other sites. It is being posted here with a strong rewrite; some new chapters have been added. I had my BFF Monica Rose edit the material so it should be more readable. -- Marina
We know that some of the characters presented here are unlikeable or appear to be unbelievable. That is the point though. People grow and learn through their experiences. And there is always hope for justice and punishment.
Marina: [email protected]
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Chapter 24 - Daisy and Linda Meet
The most terrifying words in the English language, "I'm from the government and I'm here to help."
Jack pulled into the parking lot of the apartment building he was told to go to. He saw a tall woman standing near one end of the lot who waved him over. He pulled into the parking space and she strode over to car as he was turning off the headlights. She appeared to be in her early thirties and she conducted herself with supreme self-confidence. Her long chestnut colored hair that hung loosely about her shoulders and seemed to glow in the bright light cast by the arc lamps in the parking lot. She had a wonderful bosom, her blouse offering a picture-window view of her cleavage.
Yanking his car door open, she looked in and said, "Who might you be!" Her attitude said that she knew exactly who she was talking to. The tone of her voice said that she expected him to answer or else.
"I'm Jack."
With her arms crossed menacingly before her, this woman growled, "You don't look like any Jack I've ever seen. Got any ID?"
Jack frantically searched through his purse until he found his new wallet, Jack handed this woman his driver's license, but she barely glanced at it.
She reached into the car and pulled the stunned Daisy out of his seat, exhibiting surprising strength. She stood him up next to car and looked him up and down. "Stand up and let me see what we have to work with. Oh, by the way I am from the government and was sent here to help you. It is good to finally get to meet you."
Jack was disheveled and stunk of perfume, he felt helpless about his situation. With no other options immediately available, Jack groaned and meekly stood beside his car. He was intimidated by this confident commanding figure standing tall in her 4 inch heels. She put her hand to his chin and turned his face side to side to get a better look at his face. She gave Jack a fierce stare and just started laughing cruelly, which seemed like an additional attack on his fragile ego.
"Geez, honey, it looks like you have been crying; your makeup is a mess."
Crinkling her nose she turned away from her prey.
"You reek, what have you been doing bathing in perfume? Hasn't anyone ever told you less is more? A woman needs to be restrained in the application of her makeup and perfume. Remember a 'little dab will do you'.
"My name is Linda; I'm in training and development. My last name is of no significance. I am your new 'Life Coach'. I specialize on makeovers from the inside out. When I get done with you your own mother won't recognize you. As long as you don't get uppity we'll get along famously.
"Steve told me to meet you here and get you settled in your new home. Give me your hand and I will show you around. We're going to have a long talk honey, but first let's give you the grand tour."
Jack stood there like a blubbering idiot and was unable to put a coherent thought together. Linda extended her hand, expecting Jack to take it. Instead, Jack stammered, "I've changed my mind I'm leaving."
Linda turned to fully face him, the expression on her face cold and hard. In an authoritative voice she stated, "You're not going anywhere darling; you have already passed the point of no return. Follow me, keep your eyes and ears open and your mouth shut!"
Tentative in his heels, Jack allowed this woman to steer him into his new life. Linda's makeup was light; but, accented her features in a sultry manner that drew you to her smoky grey eyes that hinted at something mischievous, and to her full, light cherry colored lips covered with a gloss that gave the appearance of being wet, which is a look that has always driven Jack into frenzy, in other circumstances this is a woman he could go for.
Linda took his car keys locked his car and led him across the parking lot and up a flight of stairs. She opened the front door to his new home.
Where she said, "Welcome to my parlor." Jack thought 'said the Spider to the Fly' as he finished the phrase.
Jack was surprised to see a very spacious living room. It had hardwood floors, and was mirrored on three sides. At one end was a professional looking treadmill. The rest of the room was sparsely decorated with a small settee and two hardback wooden chairs. Moving through the living room, the couple toured a very modern fully equipped kitchen and then a formal dining room, with a table and seating for six.
It was a two bedroom apartment, nice but it but lacked that indescribable something that made a house a home. Linda pointed to the first bedroom door and informed Jack he was never to enter her bedroom without specific instructions, the second smaller bedroom was his new boudoir as Linda put it.
Standing at the door Jack could only gape at overwhelming femininity of the space. The décor was surreal. It was so frilly a teenage girl would have barfed. It was decorated in pink floral motif, a canopy bed, with ruffled pink satin sheets, cream colored walls even a plush pink carpet and stuffed animals and containers of potpourri strewn everywhere. This was to become Jack's sanctuary, a prison without bars, guarded by a battalion of teddy bears.
One wall was dominated by a huge dresser; Linda explained the drawers were filled with all the essentials for his new life. Next to the dresser was an eggshell white vanity, with a lighted makeup mirror and a hard wooden stool. Sitting on the table was a bottle of Daisy perfume in the middle of an overwhelming assortment of cosmetics. Jack wondered, 'What are the odds of having my perfume waiting for me?'
Jack scanned to his left and observed one wall that was nothing but a huge walk-in closet. Jack silently slid the door open to reveal that it was bulging with every conceivable type and variety of dress. Each one appeared as if it had come directly from the hippest boutique. The floor looked like a shoe store had exploded. It was littered with high heeled shoes, everyone from Gucci, Prada or Jimmy Choo, and all with 5 inch heels. It was enough to make Imelda Marcos blush with envy. There were suede sandals, studded platform pumps, heels with bows, some with straps, some pointy toes, some with open toes, and a massive number of boots. Jack thought, 'It will take a year to wear them all just once. Lord I pray I am not here long enough to accomplish that feat.' Gawking at the cornucopia of feminine finery Linda snidely commented that the closet contained Daisy's trousseau.
When they got to the bathroom, Jack found it was equipped with a Jacuzzi bath tub and a shower. Looking in Jack wondered about the two shower heads, one very conventional head height, and the other on a long flexible cord with a thin slim cylindrical shape nozzle. Pointing at the phallic fashioned spigot, a smiling Linda said in a haughty voice, "It's for when you need to be clean inside and out. It will make you feel more feminine." Motioning to the sink Linda pointed out a bottle of baby oil and a pack of disposable razors.
In a no-nonsense voice Linda commanded, "Shower, take off your makeup and shave I will be back in a few minutes."
Jack was confused, how did Linda know about the baby oil? Doing as he was told, a nude Jack exited the shower and found Linda standing in the doorway wearing nothing but a long flowing dressing gown and smelling like an English garden. Jack in some modicum of modesty covered his male privates with one hand and his new breasts with the other.
This produced a booming laugh from Linda. "Aren't we the shy one? Now my bashful princess come into the bedroom and get ready for bed; I'll bet you are emotionally exhausted."
As Jack entered his bedroom, a room that he immediately dubbed his pink prison.
He inquired, "Linda just who the hell are you and why are you here?"
"Who am I? Well let me tell you. I'm the sheriff around here and this is not my first rodeo! I don't tolerate crap. When I say something it is not a suggestion it is the law. I do not give mulligans nor do I take kindly to back talk."
In a malicious tone Linda added, "I am here for two reasons, first I am a patriot. I believe what you have been asked to do is in the best interest of our country."
"Secondly, I have agreed to supervise your training as a favor for a friend. I am normally an independent contractor. For a fee I 'reeducate' men. I try to avoid government jobs because there are too many rules and restrictions. But in your case, your handler, has given me carte blanche, I can use whatever means I feel are necessary to get you ready.
"We need to understand each other. I can be very loving when the situation warrants it. For example Stevie your HLS handler and I have a history. Several years ago his wife hired me to - let's say 'adjust his macho attitude', but she got cold feet after a couple days and cancelled the contract. But Stevie and I really hit it off; we even got to the point where we were sharing lipsticks. He stayed on his own accord for an extra week. "My God the sight of that man in a frock, fishnets and stilettos still gets my juices flowing. But enough reminiscing.
"Daisy, with a little luck maybe you and I can create our own memorable moments."
Jack frowned and thought, 'Not in this life time.'
"Daisy let me tell you right up front I am not running a charm school for debutants, my training is not for the squeamish. You will be educated to act like a lady in the parlor, a maid in the kitchen, and a whore in the bedroom. By the way, how is your French?"
"Why? What has that got to do with anything?"
"My specialty is creating Parisian courtesans. I have a few ex-clients that make an excellent living that way. When your little adventure is over, keep that option open as a fallback position."
Examining his face closely, Linda ran her hand over his cheek. "I think I am going to call in a dermatologist you have large pores we can correct that with a procedure called Dermabrasion, it's a little deeper than a chemical peel but the results can be quite spectacular."
Jack pulled his face back, "No one's doing anything on my face. It is fine just the way it is."
The hand against his cheek suddenly gripped his chin in a vise grip and she looked him directly in the eye.
"No one disrespects me, at least not more than once. Let me caution you, when I don't get the cooperation I need I can be a bit draconian. I view my clients like wild broncos, it is my job to break them. Last year a client called me the 'Wicked Witch of the West'. He got a free pass on the first incident but the second time he called me that vile name; well this witch rode her broomstick right up his ass."
A gloating Linda went on, "With him impaled on my broomstick he squealed like a pig. I worked that broomstick like a piston in a V-8 engine. He vowed to do anything if I stopped. So when I tired of my little game and was finished with him I made him clean off the handle with his mouth. Then things got really interesting. He was so enthusiastic at his task I decided to put his talented mouth to good use. He 'volunteered' to become my personal bidet. He cleaned me every time I used the loo. Oh, did I save a fortune on toilet paper. It was a pretty shitty position but in the end he even came to enjoy his down under position. He would spend minutes at a time just worshiping my anus with his tongue. The intimacy of such an action was thrilling and his humiliation only amplified the experience. When I returned him to his wife, he was the sweetest, most humble wench you ever saw. I got an e-mail from her a short time back, thanking me. She was bragging on his housekeeping skills and told me he has become the best maid and nanny in the neighborhood. She is working with her most recent boyfriend, who happens to be a doctor to see is she can turn him into a wet nurse for when they decide to have a baby."
Releasing her hold on him, she pointed to the lingerie on the bed and ordered, "Put them on!"
"Listen Linda, there is a misunderstanding. I agreed to dress as a woman to trap some terrorist, not move into some female draconian hell. I'm still a man and expect you to treat me as such."
An amused Linda calmly responded, "Daisy, yes I said Daisy, Jack no longer exists. Now drop all this masculine posturing, you checked your man card at the door. Within six weeks you will have forgotten everything you thought you knew about being a man and will be begging me to wear the most feminine and frilly clothes available."
What Jack saw sitting on the bed, mad him grimace and sent a firestorm of emotions coursing through his exhausted mind. Artfully displayed on top of gold colored satin sheets were a set of almost obscene lingerie. On top were a black silk bikini panty and a matching Gossamer black lace chemise nightie, with two silver dollar sized daisies' strategically stitched where the wearer's nipples would normally be found.
Jack just stood there dumfounded and didn't move.
Finally Linda inquired, "Well you are going to wear these, aren't you? Daisy, if you resist me on this you will find yourself dressed in nothing but spandex and leather.
"Believe me; you don't want to fight me. My last client tried that. He resisted everything I had him do. Usually once you get a man in diapers and a dress it's all over. But this wanker wouldn't give in, that is up until the time I had his tubes tied. His wife sent the chauvinistic pig to me in an effort to save their marriage. I returned the sissy to his wife and two weeks later that ungrateful twit ran away from home. The cheeky bastard even had the nerve to ask his wife for alimony. When I catch up to him it's going to be … snip, snip… it's a mistake that eunuch will regret the rest of her life. I plan on having them bronzed and added to my collection."
A totally stunned Jack made no reply.
"I don't normally ask twice?" she said in an almost terrifyingly calm voice.
A terrified and utterly intimidated Jack eventually replied, "Yes I will wear them, but I don't want to."
Chortling Linda responded "What you want means nothing to me. "From this point on, I am going to talk and you are going to listen. There will be only one way conversations. Consider your life as you knew it over.
"When you leave me you will be a woman in mind and spirit, forged in the crucible of my training, albeit one without a vagina."
Jack shook visibly and spluttered, "Wh….What do you mean?"
"You have no more free will. Your responses to stimuli will be those of a woman, not a man. Your mannerisms will be completely feminine. I'll teach you to think like a woman, to respond like a woman, to desire feminine things. Womanly behavior will become an intrinsic part of your personality. You won't have to think about appropriate responses you will behave reflexively. You'll only be concerned about looking beautiful and acting sexy. Your primary concern will be to serve. Your only happiness will stem from making your master/mistress happy. Anything less will have dire consequences.
"Is this understood? You may eventually even desire to become a woman, it has happened for me once or twice, but that is beyond the scope of my current training program. Look upon me as your mistress. You will normally call me Ms. Linda. When we have company in this apartment I expect you to use just plain Linda. Understand?"
"Yes"
"Yes what? Don't start off by misbehaving girl."
"Yes Just Plain Linda"
"Touché, but don't get feisty with me missy," responded Linda.
Then Linda laughed maniacally. "That's a good girl, now get dressed and into bed, we need to have a long talk."
Slipping on the gossamer nightgown produced a very manly reflex. The diabolical grin on Linda's face shriveled Jack's swizzle stick in a heartbeat.
"Let's go over your daily agenda. When you first wake up, you will dress and prepare for your personal trainer. He will be here to lead you through a very strenuous series of exercises. I intend to have you develop a body that could win a beauty contest."
"Ms. Linda, you can't be serious, some stranger is going to see me like this?"
"Of course I am serious my dear, I am merely the dean of discipline; I subcontract out all the specialty training. Daisy, Just a word of warning, all my instructors are harsh disciplinarians and handpicked by me, there are no do over's for any of them. You screw up or show an attitude; well...they all have authority to make corrections on the spot.
"After your morning training secession, we can have a quick bite to eat, a fast shower, and then we are bringing in a professional cosmetologist to help with your makeup skills, and then will come the stripper. She is to teach you how to walk and carry yourself. Her trademark specialty is the stripper 'strut'.
"Next will be the ex-playboy club cocktail waitress, her areas of proficiency will focus on how to take and remember orders, how to load and carry a tray, how to flirt with the customers while you are waiting to take their orders. She will even show you how to handle all nature of unruly customers. Hours will be spent on memory exercises, teaching you how to memorize who ordered what.
"Once you have picked up the basics we will run you through an obstacle course in the kitchen, living room and dining room. Daisy, you will learn to carry a fully loaded try and maneuver around the obstacles, often while carrying on a conversation, arrive at your designated location and serve the drinks without any errors. I must warn you my favorite trick is to reach up and pinch you in the butt as you go by see if you can retain your composure and not spill.
"Next we will bring in a beautician to teach you how to do your hair. She will start by teaching you on your wig, and then as your hair grows she will school you on your own hair. She is going to start you on a regiment of eyelash growth enhancers that are topically applied. Before I am done, you will have to trim your eyelashes.
"Then Daisy, my favorite part, the bartender a real mixologist, will come right before dinner. He will teach you to identify cocktail drinks by sight and taste. Sorry, I know you are a wine drinker but we won't go there. Your cliental are not into wine unless it is drunk out of a paper bag. Half the session will focus exclusively on vodka, the types, differences, and of course the tastes of each. The best part of this exercise is that we get to drink your homework.
"After, drinking class we will have a smoke break."
Jack replied, I don't like smoking and don't want to do it."
This produced a snigger from Linda, "There you go again with 'I don't want', crap. Daisy, your wants and desires are totally irrelevant. The only thing that's important from now on is what I want. Are we clear on that?
She continued, almost as if Jack hadn't spoken. "To keep your culinary skills up, you will to make dinner every evening. I will expect a varied gourmet menu, while you, Daisy will be restricted to baked fish, chicken, tofu and soy beans."
"Then for you, the worst part of every day. After cleanup, you will be walking on the treadmill. Daisy, in retrospect I am afraid that letting your wife work on your feminine persona was a mistake. She taught you to walk like a lady by placing one foot directly in front of the other. As of now, that is unacceptable. I am going to have to teach you to exaggerate your walk. You will do the cross over step by placing your foot 3 to 4 inches on the other side of center. This will get the undulation we're looking for.
"Short skirts and a tight halter top are my uniform of choice. I'll pull my chair up behind you and judge your movements. I will always have my swagger stick handy, which is actually my own personal invention it is a cross between a 'stun gun' and a 'cattle prod' depending on the setting. Any time there isn't enough wiggle in your waggle you will get poked in the butt. If there was insufficient tit bounce and jiggle you will be shocked between the shoulder blades. I never want to see a firm wrist, if your hands aren't properly flouncing around you will be shocked on the back of your arms.
"Let me warn you now. Piss me off and you will be flopping like a one winged goose trying for takeoff. The real challenge will come when you are required to carry a tray of drinks while performing your nightly promenade. Lord help you if you spill a drink. Breaking a glass is punishable by getting probed in the nuts. After that has happened once or twice you will wish God had never given you those deformities. It will take several days for you to learn how to live up to my expectations, so these next few days are going to be a nightmare. Remember, think sissy at all times and you may survive hell week. One more thing. At all times on the treadmill you will be required to wear a teeth whitening mouth piece. I've found in addition to producing a winning smile this also keeps the whimpering down to a reasonable level.
"Then we will finish every day with you taking a nice soak in the tub, with plenty of fragrant oils to help soften your skin. Saturdays will be reserved for you to clean the house, a professional maid will be brought in to supervise, remember training never ends."
"Linda I can understand the purpose behind the other trainers, but why a maid? That doesn't seem anyway applicable to my mission."
"You are correct, but I have a specialist, Matilda, on permanent retainer. Extensive maid training is a mainstay of my normal male remedial reprogramming. The apartment needs to be cleaned. You can bet your sweet ass I'm not going to do it, so you just got drafted."
"Sundays will be your day of rest; they will be reserved for your voice coach, a professional elocution teacher. Don't get too excited, he will not be here to prepare you to talk like a woman. His sole purpose is to give you a real girly giggle. I have decided that is going to be your special trademark. Dolly has her chest, Farrah Fawcett has her hair, and Daisy is going to have her bimbo giggle."
Finished with her introductory lecture, Linda turned off the bedroom light and wished Daisy 'sweet dreams'. Jack had a primeval fear of this woman, there was no doubt, she was a man-eating beast, and would devour his very soul at the slightest provocation. His dreams that night were anything but sweet they were dominated by visions of broom handles and bronzed trophies sitting on a mantel.
@ @ @ @
At 6 AM the next morning, Linda opened the bedroom door and found Jack still asleep on his bed in the fetal position with one arm tightly wrapped around a big plush teddy bear sucking his thumb. She strode into the room and said, "My, this is an interesting development. If I had the time we could have a lot of fun with this but for now stop sulking, get off the bed and grow up. Nobody cares about your breakup with your wife or you concerns about your lost manhood. If you are looking for sympathy the only place you will find it around here is in the dictionary between shit and syphilis. My training methods bring a lot of physicality to the game. Accept it Daisy, hugs and pats on the back are going to be few and far between. Now put a smile on your face and let's get to work."
Holding out a pink lycra leotard, Linda helped Jack get dressed.
"It's time for you exercise."
After an exhausting workout and quick shower, Linda rummaged through a drawer in the dresser and pulled out a pearl white steel boned corset with garters attached. She quickly wrapped it on Jack's waist and told him to exhale deeply. As he breathed out, Linda would pull in. After what seemed like forever, Linda was satisfied with the progress. She tied off the laces in the back. Jack's waist was now a svelte 26 inches. Two inches tighter than Rose had ever squeezed him.
Jack started to feel a little light headed. He was then told to sit down while Linda helped pull up white stockings. The front of each stocking had little roses embroidered on them. Linda clipped each onto a garter, making sure to tuck the garter thru the panties so the panties were on top. Jack started to feel himself get aroused from the situation. Linda then attached his wonder bra. She added his silicon augmentations form the previous night. Stepping into black sandals with open toes, Jack was ready for the first day under Linda's tender care. Wrapping himself in a silk dressing gown provided by his hostess, Jack inwardly smiled as the light sparkled off of his toe rings and red gloss toenails. Jack briefly admired the view of himself in the mirror, even without makeup and just his lingerie he looked a lot like he has just stepped off the cover on Woman's Day Magazine.
Linda had Jack walk into the dining room where she had prepared their breakfast. For Jack, it was his usual dry toast and coffee with soy milk. Linda finished her meal of bacon and eggs and then informed Daisy she would be gone for an hour or so. Daisy was to clean up while she was out. His next appointment was with a well-known corsetiere so that Daisy could achieve the maximum benefit from time spent in those figure changing contraptions. The corset maker was going to be a little late and Linda had an errand to run.
After putting the dishes away Jack was so overwhelmed at his situation that he crumpled at the table and cried until there was nothing left.
@ @ @ @
In the interim…….
Linda and Steve were having a very heated disagreement in Steve's office.
"Damn it Linda, remember you work for me!"
"I am telling you Steve! I'm not comfortable administering all these drugs. That's not the way I work." Linda was actually red with anger.
"Linda, there is nothing to worry about the U.S. Government has tested all of these and found them safe."
"Yah, like 'thalidomide' didn't cause any problems! It was fully supported by the FDA."
"Linda, just take these and use them like we discussed. The yellow bottle has high estrogen pill supplements; we confiscated them from a shipment bound for Thailand. Go easy on them, the lab boys tell me they are supper strength. A couple capsules a week should do.
"The lavender bottle has strong female pheromones in them. Dilute a few drops of that in Daisy's perfume. Let's face it; this Jack character is never going to be a beauty contestant. We need to use every trick in the book to create a sexual attraction between these two. Research has shown that scent is directly connected to human sexual attraction almost as strongly as vision. Smell and sex are entwined in a steamy vapor lock. Since our test subject needs to stand out in a crowd. Have him show up wearing this stuff. Most men will react. The difficult part is to get a strictly one-on-one intimate encounter to ensure the arousing effect we desire. If our subject can get Ivan alone this compound will have Ivan responding like a hound dog to a bitch in heat.
"The last clear bottle is a derivative of LSD. Mix that with his nightly Vodka and he will be extremely susceptible to 'suggestions'. We have had a lot of encouraging results with behavior modification in Gitmo with that stuff.
Linda looked at the bottles on Steve's desk with distaste. "Steve, this is where I have problems. I don't like all this psychological mumbo jumbo. I think behavior modification should be done the old fashion way with a carrot and stick. I won't try and change his personality with hypnoses and drugs. I just won't do it. Find someone else."
"Relax Linda; we're not trying to change his personality. His wife has given us about a dozen emotionally significant events in his life. All we want to do is to reorient how he remembers them. We want to introduce cross dressing into his memoires. If he truthfully remembers these events, there is virtually no chance he will slip under examination by Ivan.
He held out a binder stuffed with papers. "Here take this binder; we have researched these events to the best of our abilities. Mistress…or I am sorry, Linda, just mix the LSD with his Vodka. When he is nice and relaxed just explain to him he has repressed memories due to the trauma of his wife's rejection. It is very believable scenario. To make it stick, you will have to constantly refresh the same stories every night. Eventually they will become reality for him.
"There is nothing major in these stories; we're not trying to turn him into a different person. His personality lines up almost perfectly with Ivan's. Now take these medicines like a good girl and get home before Jack gets old feet and splits.
"I have to go calm down a hysterical wife. Rose is having buyer's remorse. I need to remind her that her patriotic duty trumps her sappy sentimental attachment for her husband."
Jack was still at the table, his eyes red from weeping, when Linda came home carrying a small valise. Jack dared not ask what is in it. A few minutes later, Linda sat down across from him and said, "Daisy dear, I see you have already learned a very valuable lesson, women have two very potent weapons in their arsenal, cosmetics and tears! Unfortunately for you, neither is effective on yours truly. Now go to your room and fix your face and change into the clothes I have laid out for you."
Jack left the room, feeling like he was walking on eggshells and afraid to say anything.
He sat at his makeup table and whimpered. He slipped the virgin white camisole top over his head and the brushed his blonde hair behind his back, then put on his war paint. With utter shame he put on a hanky-panky low rise thong. Jack simply slipped his feet into the cute, red wedge sandals and fastened the straps.
Recalling the events of the previous two days, Jack groaned. Standing he clicked his heels together three times and wished he were back in Kansas. When nothing happened he thought, 'Well it was worth a try.'
He joined Linda at the dining room table; she had positioned herself at the head of the table, like a queen on her throne. As Jack took his seat, Linda sipped on a cup of tea. Without saying a word she placed two pills in front of Jack and he knew instinctively that if he didn't take them unquestionably he would suffer; he gulped them down without any questions or liquid. Linda seemed pleased that she had so easily established control of this sissy. She laughed, "Now let me think was that a pill every two days, or two pills a day. Oh well, no matter it will all even out in the end."
@ @ @ @
Steve watched Rose walk into the lounge and pause just inside to allow her eyes to adjust to the low light. He'd settled on this bar because it was not near the HLS offices or the Sokolov house. He thought that the lower illumination would help keep their meeting from being obvious to wandering eyes and it would help him hide some of his growing attributes as well.
He studied her for a moment, able to see her fairly well in the light from the open door. Her husband had been gone for all of two day and her phone call to the blind cell phone number she had for a contact had been a combination of upset and angry. He could tell that he was going to have his hands full getting her to accept reality without telling her that Jack wasn't coming home regardless of how loud she argued.
He waved at her to get her attention and she strode across the room like she owned the place. She was at the table in seconds and she took the chair across from him. The two of them sat and looked at each other for a moment. Their staring contest was interrupted by the waitress setting a glass of white wine in front of Rose and a light-colored mixed drink in front of him. He had obviously ordered before she had appeared in the door.
Rose relaxed for a moment when she looked around and then at the drink in front of Steve. "This doesn't seem to be the type of place you usually pick for us to meet Steve and that isn't the kind of drink you've been drinking. Are you making some changes?"
You should never show fear when confronted by a predator and Steve knew it. He shrugged and said, "I wasn't happy with that other place. It was getting a reputation for being too rowdy."
Something about his behavior intrigued Rose and distracted her from her primary purpose for the moment. She sensed blood in the water. She looked around again, paying more attention this time before she turned back with a slight smile on her face.
"Steve," she said, drawing his name out with some satisfaction at her discovery. "This is a gay bar, isn't it? Have you decided to change sides?"
"I just felt that this place might be quieter and safer."
"That isn't the complete reason though. I can tell by how you're acting and you look. I think that you chose this place because it would be safer for you than the other place."
Steve's chin seemed to be buried in his chest and he was talking to his shirt. Rose could barely hear him when he answered, "Yes."
She leaned in to study him more closely. The weeks she had spent on Jack's orientation to the frillier side of life had sensitized her to changes in Steve's appearance. He had his hair pulled back in a tight, low pony tail and there seemed to be an appreciable amount of volume to it as well as some length. He appeared to be wearing a suit coat that was a size too large and he had kept in on and buttoned. This was a total change from their last meetings where he had draped his jacket across a chair and just lounged in his seat.
"You look different for some reason. I can hardly believe that you are wearing a disguise."
As much as he would have liked to lie and tell her that this was an undercover role, he really did not want to. He hadn't been able to confide in Phyllis yet about what was happening to him and he had been taking almost extreme measures to keep her from seeing his nude body or even coming into contact with him. As a result, he desperately needed someone to talk to. Rose might not be the best person for it, but she was all he had right now.
He looked both embarrassed and sad at the same time as he looked up at her. "I was attacked while I was following up some leads several weeks ago and I was injected with something. I'm dealing with some changes."
Some changes was an understatement. The first change to his body was his hair. It had grown a couple of inches in a growth spurt and made the fact that he needed a haircut all the more obvious. He now sported enough hair to form a short pony tail that hung below his collar. Less obvious, but more damning were his B-cup breasts. They had reached the point where it was impossible to bind them flat to his chest any more. He wasn't sure if they had completed their growth or not, but he hoped so. What worried him was that his mother had been a full 34 C-cup, almost a D. He had finally told Phyllis a version of the truth when he couldn't hide his assets, but not the version where he had been with the hooker.
Rose leaned in to look at him. "You know. With a bit of landscaping on your eyebrows and some makeup, you wouldn't look half bad Stephie."
Steve winced when he heard that. He had made those same observations privately and Phyllis had teased him about letting him use her mascara if he wanted, but Phyllis wasn't aware of all of his changes. He had worn more than his share of makeup and ladies wear, both on undercover operations and during those weeks when he had gotten to know Linda. He just wasn't ready to make the change permanently.
Trying to change the subject, Steve decided to bring up the subject of Jack. Even though it was a highly charged subject, it was still preferable to the current topic.
"I wanted to give you a short status report on Jack's progress," he said. "He's met with his trainer who will finish preparing him for the undercover operation. He has already started work."
From what Linda had told him, it looked like she was the one who would be working hard for a while. Rose had brought him most of the way to sissydom, but the last lit bit of masculinity was always the hardest to train out of the subject. Rose showed herself quite willing to drop Steve's gradual and terrifying descent to femininity and returned to her original goal.
"I wasn't happy with how I made Jack leave that night agent Garibaldi. Mike's treatment of him wasn't something that I was expecting and I couldn't say anything without ruining Jack's cover." Rose was tearing up as she recalled the shocked and hurt look on Jack's face that night.
"I need to let Jack know that Mike shouldn't have done that to him, but I allowed it to save Jack. Can you get this message to him for me?" She slid an envelope across the table to him.
"I completely understand Rose. Jack was a little upset that night when he met with his trainer, but we explained that it was necessary and that you were just playing a role. I told him that night that he was doing a very patriotic thing and that he should not blame you. You need to keep that in mind too."
He took a swallow of his watered down whiskey and picked up the envelope.
"I'll make sure that Jack gets this and that he knows how badly you feel about how you treated him." He paused for a moment before continuing.
"That reminds me. We have a staff psychologist who will be meeting with you to go over how you trained Jack." This was probably the first true thing he had said to her since she sat down. "He wants to debrief you and review things to see how we can to it better when we have to do this again." This was partially true. He had to admit that Dr. Adamson was far more ethical about how his people were treated than Steve's department, but that was the doctor's lookout, not his.
He wanted to wrap this up and get home, so he said, "We should leave separately. I know that you were not followed in here by anyone, I've been watching the door and there has only been an old couple who came in. I’m parked in back so we won't even be seen leaving through the same door."
Rose took another sip of her wine and nodded. Even though this version of agent Garibaldi had not made a single crude comment or lewd suggestion, she still did not want to spend any more time around him than she had to. She left a couple of minutes later. The whole meeting couldn't have lasted more than thirty minutes.
Rose stood at the same time Steve did. As he reached to pull out his wallet, Rose slipped a tube of Daisy's unopened lipstick into his jacket pocket. He might find it amusing or he might not, but he would know who gave it to him. She couldn't resist taking a parting shot at him.
Steve pulled out a pair of twenties and dropped them on the table. He was sure that he was vastly over-tipping, but the cocktail waitress had to work hard and probably needed the money pretty badly to be working here. It barely occurred to him that this thought was at complete odds to his regular chauvinist attitude.
He headed back through office area and crossed to the back door. Once he was in the alley, he paused next to the dumpster just long enough to tear the envelope Rose had given him in half and dispose of it. He didn't need Jack distracted with thoughts of home right now. He was in his car and gone less than thirty seconds later.
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For the next fortnight Jack would cry himself to sleep, while across town Rose was doing likewise.
Every day had a familiarity that was scarily similar to one previous.
"A little government and a little luck are necessary in life, but only a fool trusts either of them."
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Chapter 25 - An Education Begins
It was early, just barely past 6:30 and Steve was hoping to slip into his office unnoticed before his coworkers arrived; he really needed to catch up on some paperwork. Just as the doors were about to slide closed, a chubby paw reached in, forcing the doors open again and in walked 'the fat man' himself, studying his government issued tablet. Steve slid into the far corner of the elevator and tried to blend into his surroundings. He quietly set his bag/briefcase at his feet. Without looking up the intruder politely said, "Hello."
Left with no other choice, Steve replied, "Good morning, boss you're in early."
Without looking up he replied, "Yeah, some idiot in DC wanted a video conference, with all the regional directors. Who in his right mind schedules a meeting at six AM?"
Looking up for the first time, he recognized his agent. "I'll be damned; I haven't seen you in ages. God damn it Steve you look like a hippie, when are you going to get a haircut? And what's with the purse, my wife has one just like that."
Steve used his foot to scoot the bag back against the wall. "Boss, first off it's not a purse it's a man bag. It was a present from my wife."
Bill took a step closer to his agent invading his private space and glared down into the partially open bag.
"Call it what you will, it is not a manly briefcase. What are you hiding in there?"
Steve shifted nervously from foot to foot. "It's part of my undercover attire, it has makeup and a few appropriate accessories, a scarf and some jewelry."
"My lord Steve you just might be taking this undercover thing too far, you are becoming a middle-aged drag queen fashionista."
"Boss, I have always felt that if the job is worth doing it is worth doing well. I have really thrown myself into this part. But you have to understand, it along with my long hair, is all part of my cover. I'll be the old me when this is all over."
Bill shook his head in disbelief, standing so close to Steve he could not help but scrutinize the man.
"You look like hell. That suit coat is at least two sizes too big. Have you been losing weight? I expect my agents to display a robust manly image; I thought I told you to get into the gym?"
Standing back a step he surveyed from head to foot. "You look like a faggot! If I didn't know better I would swear you are wearing woman's slacks, and the saints preserve me but it looks like a bra under a sissy blouse."
Steve's face reddened in shame. "I have been working out seven days a week. I can't explain it. The more I exercise the more weight I lose. It's like my body is reshaping itself, my waist is down four inches and my hips and butt have swelled at same time. It's almost like my waist dropped to my hips. I went to get dressed this morning and my suit pants wouldn't fit over my ass. I had to borrow a pair of dress trousers from my wife. She thought that was hilarious and insisted I also wear one of her dress shirts. I added a padded bra to give me some shape to pull off my disguise. I have a meeting with our contractor, Linda this morning."
"Where might that be? In the eveningwear department at Macy's?"
Steve's shoulders slumped in dread, "No sir, we are meeting at the makeup counter at Dillard's, I have to ensure I don't stand out, thus the feminine attire. She reports she is running low on the mind control drug we are feeding our patriotic pigeon. I have several bottles in my shoulder bag. She reports our agent is really starting to believe he has been a lifetime cross dresser."
Bill grunted. "I've been looking at the Linda woman's file, she is really scary. The head doctors tell me she is a borderline psychopath."
"I think that is a bit harsh boss. I have known Miss Linda for quite a while; I would describe her as over-enthusiastic, at worst a bit obsessive. Her methods are well researched and proven to be successful; they are similar to what we are doing in Guantanamo. I have seen men beaten physically and deprived of the basic necessities of life, food, water and shelter; but a strong man will persevere and adapt. However when you deprive that same man of his dignity, self-respect, and his sense of self-worth, you dehumanize him. Without dignity his identity is erased, he is like clay in your hands and can be molded into anything you want."
Bill was shocked at what he was hearing. "Steve, I have seen men water-boarded but what you are describing makes that seem like a day at the water park. What if our subject fights back?"
Steve chuckled lightly, "Boss I speak from personal experience it would take suicidal courage to defy that woman when she makes up her mind. As the Borg would say resistance is futile."
"Well Stefanie, keep me informed and please stay out of the office when you are in Tootsie mode, it is bad for my image."
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That morning Jack awoke with a great deal of trepidation and a huge amount of adrenaline. Dragging himself out of bed, Jack presented himself to Linda. She handed him a long-sleeved Lycra leotard and told him to put it on. Linda hauled Daisy out of the security of her bedroom and turned her vassal over to the personal trainer. Jack was awed by this man with a superbly sculpted body, that both aroused him while simultaneously creating an air of jealousy. As Linda put it, he made a girl sweat in all the right places. He ran Daisy through an exercise program that an Olympic athlete would have had difficulty completing.
After class, Linda congratulated an exhausted Daisy on her excellent dance performance. Jack wheezed "Ms. Linda, I was exercising, not dancing."
Linda snickered. "Daisy my blonde airheaded bimbo, by definition exercising in 5 inch heels is dancing."
Jack left the shower and dressed for his day of training. Linda was there with his first of many reprimands. Daisy learned the price for letting a bra strap stray into public view. He received a well deserved paddling over Linda's knee. Finished with his punishment, Linda instructed, "Daisy your hair must always be neatly coiffed. Put it in a ponytail for now. That will keep it off your face, until Sophie, your beautician, can work with you. You'll really like her. She has the disposition of a Labrador puppy and twice as playful."
Jack found out that being a waitress was more than taking orders and clearing tables. He was always expected to talk, joke and flirt with the customers. Depending on the customer he could be a marriage counselor, a nurse, a financial advisor, a fortune teller, or even a potential girlfriend. He was expected to do it all while wearing 5 inch heels, a smile on his face, and laughter in his voice.
Sally, a no nonsense ex-playboy bunny cocktail waitress, provided Jack with his guidance concerning being a server. Sally started her period of instruction with some sage advice.
"Daisy, there are three keys to success as a cocktail waitress, 'Cleavage, cleavage, and more cleavage, any questions? On a more serious note, the first thing you must do is commit to memory the drinks and their prices. Cocktail waitresses must remember orders. You can start out by writing things down, but as you get more experience, memorization becomes the key. Just be on your toes. When memorizing drink orders, it helps to repeat them in your head a couple times after they order them. Be prepared to work your butt off! Personality is key, and a level of tolerance. You set the pace. Be good to your bartenders, because they will make or break you. Remember, all any customer demands is fast, friendly, efficient service with a smile. Typically, the majority of your stress comes from co-workers.
"You need a good knowledge of drinks so that you can identify them as you serve. Believe me; I've had cocktail waitresses that couldn't tell a scotch and water from a rum and coke. You need a good sense of humor, excellent reflexes, good eyesight and be able to walk and stand on heels for hours. You need to be able to laugh at stupid jokes, endure endless flirting, but know where to draw the line. There is a difference between flirting and harassment. Lastly, you need to view women clients as customers, not competition and you need to expect some degree of disrespect.
"You need to look good in a tight skimpy outfit, be friendly and flirty and know how to remember names, faces and drinks and above all you must have excellent balance."
The day progressed smoothly. Finally it was time for the bar tending class.
The Mixologist / bartender lectured Jack, "The word "vodka" comes from the Russian Zhiznennia vodka which means water of life. The standard Russian toast said before consuming vodka is: "Na Zdorovie!"
Drinking class was designed as an educational period. Jack was instructed to take only small sips from each glass. Jack quickly took the opportunity to self-medicate for his angst and found ways to surreptitiously gulp the pain relief.
Drink and smoke break became a part of the day Daisy really enjoyed. It was the only part of the day where Jack was allowed human contact without fear of immediate and harsh reprisal for any miscue. Linda always insisted that he drink from a special bottle. By the end of his first drink, Jack continuously seemed lost in a thick fog. His mind just sort of drifted along as Linda spoke in assured vibrant tones. As they sat they discussed Jack's old life. Every night they went over a part of his history. Linda clearly explained how strong emotional experiences, such as Rose's ridiculed explosion, could often cause a person to have repressed memories. Linda kindly volunteered to help Jack recover his lost recollections. Jack was shocked at how much of his past memories were wrong. He had totally forgotten that summer where he pleaded with his mother to wear her underwear. He had it all backward, how could he have ever thought she made him wear them.
Then he had totally suppressed the memories about sneaking into her bathroom and stealing her birth control pills. Hiding the sexy lingerie in his drawers and wearing them every day to school had slipped his mind.
Then the really big one, my God how could he have gotten that one so mixed up. Jack clearly remembered the only time his father hit him. In Jack's mind it was because he was told to wash his face and hands and not only had failed to do as he was told but he had lied about it. But Linda pointed out the real reason for the beating was Jack had come to dinner wearing his mother's lipstick and mascara.
Poor Jack remembered going to football games to stare at the cheerleaders. Thankfully Linda straightened him out. The truth of the matter he went to the games because of the crush he had on the captain of the football team, how could anyone got those two confused?
Then high school graduation, Jack had very pleasant memories of the wristwatch he had received as a commencement present. Linda was kind enough to point out that his fond memories were really because his mother brought Jack to her bedroom and let him try on her wedding dress as a special treat. Jack could now clearly picture himself waltzing around the room in that beautiful white gown.
Linda was such a good friend as she helped Jack recall all these repressed memories. Linda was so patient with Jack. Every day they had to go back over the same material because during the evenings, Jack's memory kept getting everything confused. At night, he even dreamed of being a man and enjoying sex with woman, how repulsive. Linda calmly explained that Jack has always wanted to be a woman and shouldn't be having these perverted dreams.
The absolute worst part of everyday was the 'treadmill'. Linda would arrogantly sit on her throne behind Daisy, belittling his best efforts. She was always holding that damn cattle prod, AKA, the sissy maker. Jack found the pain was bearable but only just. Linda never said a word, Jack had to determine the nature of his errant behavior by the location of the shock. The one thing that brought utter terror to Jack's heart was when Linda would bring the prod up and hold it a fraction of an inch away from flesh and wait. Sometimes if the infraction didn't improve Linda would gleefully jab Daisy, other times Linda would slowly lower it. The mirrored walls always provided a perfect view of Linda's movement. The pause was horrifying, Jack would bite down as hard as he could on the mouthpiece and await the stabbing pain. Jack was determined not to give Ms. Linda the satisfaction of a groan when she struck with that diabolical devise.
Linda was true to her word, she was a stern taskmaster. Any mistakes he made during his daily exercise were duly noted by Linda. At night, the length of time on the treadmill directly correlated to his daily performance.
Linda's favorite saying was, "Pain is a good motivator and extreme pain is a superb teacher." After two weeks, Jack had the walk down pat. Yet he still was shocked a couple times every session. After one such session, Linda even complimented Daisy on her performance. Buoyed by his actions and Linda's praised, Daisy courageously asked if he did so well why was he still punished.
Linda's face transformed, her lips went from a smile to an evil sneer in the blink of an eye. Raising the prod, adjusted the setting and then said, "My dear sissy, no one is perfect. There is always room for improvement."
Jack thought he knew what pain was, but he was about to find out how foolish he was. Linda stabbed Daisy right in her left nipple with the prod. The unexpected jolt stuck Daisy like a bolt of lightning and brought him to his knees. Linda laughed and, making Daisy crawl, she herded her pupil into her bedroom through a series of verbal jabs and gentle reminders with the prods in her tush. Linda took special glee when she managed to land a probe right on the sensitive rosebud making Daisy would hop like a frog.
"Just for you edification Daisy, that setting is the highest; it is what I call childbirth. Congratulations you have just experience the joys of motherhood by giving birth through your tit! The next time, you piss me off you will be delivering twins!"
Daisy, never again questioned anything Ms. Linda did or didn't do. He dutifully did exactly as he was told and did it with a smile on his face. Jack hated himself whenever he called his torturer Ms. Linda. It seemed to reinforce a kind of submissiveness to her. Every time he uttered those words he felt a bit of his pride being stripped away.
Every night as Jack brushed his teeth he would see those hormone patches in his shaving bag, anger would grow, as he looked into the mirror, still what he saw was a man in woman's clothes. He knew he needed something extra, he wasn't the woman Ms. Linda wanted. Nor was he the woman he now remembered he had always wanted to become. Therefore the patches were again stuck onto his thighs. Little did he know that in addition to the daily herbal pills Linda was providing, his food was saturated in progesterone. Then, before hopping into bed, sitting at his vanity Jack performed his nightly ritual of a 100 stokes with a hair brush.
Linda stood in the doorway watching her protégée and chanted a mantra. "First impressions are important and we want you as pretty and feminine as possible. Like most attractive woman you need to act like you know you are one of the chosen few and can get whatever you want from men. What that means is that we need to work on your self-confidence. When you leave here you must believe in your heart that Daisy is the prettiest flower in the field"
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Jack was woefully unprepared for the juggernaut of a mistress Linda turned out to be. The mere sight of her often caused Jack to shiver violently. There were no longer yesterdays or tomorrows. Time became a relative term, a bit elastic. With the whirlwind of the next few weeks/months who could tell? The passage of days was merely noted by the progression of training sessions. Jack functioned at the primal level, he ate, slept, defecated, and did only what was necessary to avoid pain.
Linda was a hard taskmaster. She was tall for a woman and had the bearing of an aristocrat. Aside from the nightly drinking / reminiscing sessions, Linda was hardly a congenial companion, she displayed a cruel, hard and sullen disposition. She would sit with her legs tucked up under her and observe every lesson. Linda revealed herself to be a master manipulator with a long laundry list of idiosyncrasies.
When she did address someone, her speech was littered with strings of profanity. Linda spoke sparingly and when she did address Daisy, her words were always abrupt, critical and authoritative. Linda had a strict rule, people around her spoke only when spoken too. She literally wouldn't make eye contact with those she considered inferior. Jack ached for something as simple as a friendly touch, a caress to the cheek, a simple hug. A friendly kiss on the forehead was something he craved, like a vitamin deficiency. If it wasn't for those brief moments at night while sharing drinks and stories with Linda, Jack would surely shrivel up and die.
Each day, exercise class got easier as he got into better shape. By now Jack was feeling la lot more comfortable in his new footwear; he was prancing around the apartment in his 5 inch spikes like a royal Princess getting ready to meet Prince Charming.
Jack came to enjoy his makeup sessions. As an engineer, he attacked makeup application like drafting class.
Hair care was fun. Playing with the wig, there were just so many styles possibly. As his own hair became longer it became a game to see how feminine Jack could make himself.
Walking was always a challenge. The stripper strut was anything but normal and required constant concentration.
Waitress training was most difficult. Sally insisted on memorization exercises, which were always followed by strenuous periods of balancing drinks on a tray. While strutting around the apartment with his tray Jack was subjected to a constant bombardment of harassments.
"When patrons request something, always tell them anything is possible. Guys really love that. Bend at the waist as much as possible, this puts your cleavage and butt on display for the gentlemen. Remember that whenever you are on the floor, no matter how you feel, you must portray the bubbly friendly server everyone would love to have servicing them. Refill drinks and bring the next round before they ask. When the party is leaving, be sure and invite them back, remind them of your name and tell them how much you enjoyed serving them. A well placed wink and grin goes a long way. No matter what happens keep a sense of humor.
Bartending was a ball. Jack learned to make and identify by sight, smell and taste every popular cocktail.
The vodka class was interesting. Every evening, Bill the bartender would line up a dozen of the major brands of vodka. Jack was tested to see if he could recognize each of them by taste. Jack was instructed to take only a small sip of each. It became a challenge to see how much of the liquid gold he could swallow before being caught.
Meals for Jack were blah, nothing but baked fish or salads and tofu.
Smoking practice was still distasteful. Jack could finish an entire cigarette and never cough once. He in no way developed a fondness for the foul flavored things. The saving grace was the drinking from his special bottle followed by a walk down memory lane every night. It was enlightening, remembering all those episodes in life that he had suppressed or just forgotten.
Lastly it was the horrible nightly strolls on treadmill. Jack was driven by energy that comes from fear and desperation.
Weeks were differentiated only by Saturday afternoon visits from Matilda.
Jack would dutifully clean the apartment under the supervision of Matilda, his maid maker. Matilda almost pushed Jack over the edge. She was Attila the Hun in a dress. The day didn't start off on the right foot as Ms. Hun showed up with a new cleaning outfit for Daisy. Matilda handed him a plain white polyester smock apron, to go over a simple white cotton housedress. Then she insisted Daisy cover her hair in a red bandana. A surprised Jack just gawked at his uniform.
Matilda laughed; "I told you I was bringing you a maid's uniform for today's lesson. What were you expecting a frilly French Maids outfit? Not in this life missy, you are here to work, not get your rocks off prancing around like some peacock in lace and petticoats."
Matilda's hair was pulled back in such a severe bun her facial skin was taunt. Her voice sounded like a spoon had dropped in the garbage disposal. Not a single task Jack was ordered to do met with her approval. He cleaned the toilet bowls till they gleamed. Matilda asked if Daisy thought they were clean. Jack answered an enthusiastic yes. So Matilda went and got a water glass and filled it from the toilet and handed it to Daisy saying then drink! Daisy decided he would give them one additional cleaning up.
Linda stood enthralled at the drama unfolding in front of her. After drinking her class of water, Daisy turned to Linda for support. All he got was a sharp retort, "This journey is not for the faint of heart. Get back to work."
Matilda and Jack had another brief discussion about scrubbing the floor. Jack pointed out that mopping it would be faster and produce identical results. Matilda insisted that Daisy do it on her hands and knees. In the end they compromised, Daisy mopped the entire apartment then went back over it on his hands and knees.
That night, as Jack was exiting his bath, Linda stuck her head into the bathroom. She had a smug look on her face. Jack didn't like that one little bit. Linda demanded Daisy come to the living room without getting dressed. With a great deal of trepidation Jack slowly trailed behind Linda. Linda dragged the exhausted trainee to the center of the room and forced him to his knees. A stern Linda told a naked Daisy to kneel up straight. Taking a short rope she tied Jack's ankles together and then secured her wrists behind her back. Then finally tied his bound wrists and knotted feet together. Pulling the rope tighter Linda forced Daisy in an extremely uncomfortable position. His back was arched so that his hands were firmly secured to his ankles. A helpless Jack could only wait for his fate.
Jack whined petulantly, apologizing for whatever he had done.
"Now listen and listen good Daisy, you wretched little man. It is my job to mold you into Ivan's perfect mate. I and my stalwarts of instructors will teach you how to walk, sit, dress, how to flirt, and, if the mission requires it, I will even teach to make love with a man. I will turn you into Ivan's perfect submissive courtesan. You will leave here able to make a living turning tricks. Now you can keep fighting me at every turn if you want, but I can assure you, that if that's the path you select it is going to be a very unpleasant journey. Now if you cooperate and really throw yourself into this, your time in dresses could even be a little bit pleasurable."
Opening up her briefcase Linda said, "Daisy, I watched the problem you had today with Matilda." Reaching into her case, Linda retrieved three large alligator clamps. Showing them to Daisy she said, "My dear, I am about to help you with your anger control issues. This is what is called biofeedback. These are what I call attitude adjustors. I am going to clamp one of these on each of your sensitive nipples and the last I am saving for the tip of your little man sausage."
Jack immediately started squirming around and testing his bonds. Linda smiled callously, "That won't do you any good. I was a girl scout and got a merit badge in knot tying. But I can't have you flinching at every little thing so I am going to blindfold you. I have found anticipation of pain is often more beneficial than the actual pain."
Linda secured a blindfold firmly in place, then got up and went to the kitchen refrigerator where she retrieved a bucket from the freezer compartment. She pulled on a snow glove before she picked up a small piece of dry ice from the bucket. She took it and held it briefly against one teat. Jack squirmed and pleaded for mercy; Linda merely smirked devilishly and said, "My dear the fun has just begun."
She repeated the process on the second teat. She held it there just long enough to numb the sensitive flesh, but not cause any real damage.
She then lightly brought the ice to the tip of his peepee, simulating the brush of a piece of cold metal. It was more than Jack could take and he screeched like a banshee. Linda smiled and said "I was ready for that." She stuffed a ball gag into his open mouth. Glancing at Daisy, Linda smiled and said, "The night is young, relax we are going to be here a while.
"Daisy, I have tried to redress your shortcomings through education, and training. I have been very lenient with you so far because you have convinced me you were trying. Now this 'mutiny' against Matilda cannot be allowed to continue. I can modify your behavior but only you can alter your attitude and motivation. Tonight's exercise is to convince you it is in your best interest to change.
"You need to exercise some restraint when you feel like expressing your opinions. I am proud to say my reactions to pupils that resist me are legendary for their harshness. I am known as a savant in the art of administering pain. Failure is not a word in my dictionary. No one has ever died under my care, but there have been a whole slew of trips to the emergency room."
Jack was pulling against the ropes that held him in position and trying to beg around the rubber ball in his mouth. Nothing was intelligible, but it was obvious that he was begging and making promises. The burning sensation from the ultra-cold ice on his nipples lingered.
Linda reached for his penis and held it with her free hand, "Brace yourself sweetie this is really going to hurt."
She briefly touched the tip with the ice and held it for a microsecond. The pain, magnified by his imagination, was like a lightning bolt. Jack saw a blinding flash, his mind filled with agonized screams and then nothing as he fainted from the pain and did a head dive into the floor.
Jack awoke engulfed in pain. His head throbbed, knees, jaw, back, and nipples screamed in pain. Then there was his penis, my God it was on fire. He had been untied and the blindfold had been removed. He wasn't sure where he was, but it seemed to be one of the closets. Not a speck of light penetrated the darkness. The blackness was as profound as death itself. Jack felt the room pressing in on him. To gauge his surroundings, he warily reached a hand out, tensing in case he found something that could touch back.
Hearing her captive student stirring, a bitter Linda yanked the closet door open. Jack sat quivering in the corner. The room was quiet except for the soft refrain of muffled weeping. He had a frightened expression on his face. He appeared groggy and confused, almost comatose. "I see you have recovered from your nap. Is Daisy refreshed and ready for more play time? After you swooned and banged your head on the floor. I moved you in here to get you out of my living room."
Linda was concerned that she might have pushed her pupil beyond his body's capabilities. She decided it was time to call it a night. Daisy was forced to crawl to his room by Linda with verbal taunts of "Giddy up little missy."
Jack paused at his bedroom door; he felt a mishmash of emotions: pain, shame, degradation, and sorrow, but he also felt a tiny bit of sexual excitement.
Through a torrent of tears Jack peeked up at Linda and somehow found the nerve to say, "Ms. Linda was I really that horrible?"
"Oh heavens no Daisy, I am not even mad at you. What I did was to simply establish a baseline on my expectations of your behavior. I think we can move on from here."
What it all meant Jack had no idea, but he crawled over to Linda's feet. Jack trembled in his feelings of subjugation to this woman. After dutifully kissing her feet he looked up at Linda submissively and in a plaintive voice, apologized for his earlier behavior. "Ms. Linda I am so sorry, I know I deserved the punishment, I will try harder in the future. I hate disappointing you, can you forgive me?"
With a smile as cold as an iceberg Lind responded "Daisy you are an ignoramus, and possibly the dumbest human I have ever met. But I like your attitude. Now stop slobbering on my shoes, stand up and get ready for bed."
Jack sat at the vanity and brushed his hair the compulsory 100 strokes. With each stroke his anger grew, as he stared into the mirror and hated what he saw. He was still a man in woman's clothes. He knew he needed something extra, he wasn't the woman Ms. Linda wanted. Nor was he the woman he had always wanted to become. Jack felt compelled to make Ms. Linda happy. Jack felt bound to the woman, even if it was a marriage of pain and suffering. Every torment she put him through, was his fault. So Jack, like most nights, attached two hormone patches to his thighs. Little did he know that in addition to the daily herbal pills, under orders from Steve, Linda was spiking his food with estrogen.
Jack retrieved a large pink panda teddy bear and climbed into bed hugging his stuffed animal. He slept with it firmly in his arms. A broken man, he retreated to a place somewhere deep inside himself.
Sunday arrived and with it Jack heard loud voices coming from the living room. He wandered to the door and stood there in his black lacy see-through negligee with its marabou trim, hugging his gigantic teddy bear. Jack saw all his instructors in a circle carrying on a lively debate.
Reflexively he uttered, "What the fuck." This immediately got Linda's attention. Jack gasped and brought his manicured hand over his lips, and thought 'I've done it now.' Linda walked over to his doorway; Jack took an instinctive step backward feeling a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. Linda smiled and reached out a hand and patted the bear then dismissed Daisy with a wave of her hand.
Jack quickly backpedaled and retreated to his vanity. He sat and totally zoned out. Using medium sized hot rollers he set his hair into sex-kitten curls. The locks fell upon his shoulders in soft waves. One rebellious curl hung in front of his right eye. He grabbed his hair, pulling the offending trundle above his head and attaching it there with a sequined barrette. Wrestling with the ringlet, Jack waited for the wrath he knew was coming.
An anxious hour later, Daisy was summoned from his room by Alfred the voice coach. A tutor, with specific instructions not to teach Daisy how to talk rather his only job was to teach him to giggle. He had Jack practicing a dozen different vocal exercises. Daisy became so proficient at it, the giggle became his trademark. Whenever Jack was stressed, or when in a humorous situation he came to rely on the giggle. What no one knew was that in private Jack would use the vocal exercise to speak in a very feminine manner. He was not able to keep it up for prolonged periods, but Jack could respond to simple questions in a valley girl tone.
After Alfred left, Linda called Jack to her.
"You're lucky that I was meeting with your instructors when you interrupted. Any other time and I would have had you in ropes on the floor again. So I will have to try something else instead.
"Now get yourself dressed we have an entire day of treadmill time planned!"
Recognizing that Jack was nearing his breaking point, Linda went easy on him and put the setting of her cattle prod to its lowest setting. Her sympathy surprised her. She didn't normally take this much care with her 'subjects'.
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Obedience is the Handmaiden of Abuse.
Chapter 26 -Life Begins Again
"Men are like a fine wine. They all start out like grapes, and it's a woman's job to stomp on them and keep'm in the dark until they mature into something you'd like to have dinner with."
Steve took the opportunity to email Rose an update, "Rose, we are nearing the finish line. Your husband's conversion is complete."
Rose read the words on her computer screen and she felt something clench around her heart. She also felt a sting of salty tears in her eyes. In her soul she wailed 'Jack forgive me for what I have done'.
The email went on, "From what his trainer has said he is adapted to his new persona well. He is now a pretty, submissive transvestite. My plan is coming together. We need to get together and celebrate." The tone of Steve's email made it clear that he was proud of what Jack had become and he apparently assumed that Rose would be happy about it as well.
Rose's lip curled in an unconscious snarl of disgust and anger. She had been contacted by Doctor Meyer who had identified himself as being part of the same organization Steve Garibaldi was. He explained that he was part of the project that Jack had been dragooned into and he had observed that she was dealing with guilt related to what had been done to Jack. Because Rose's actions had been orchestrated by HLS, they wanted to help her deal with any problems that might have resulted.
She had met with the doctor several times now and was making some progress in understanding herself. She understood that she had a long way to go in managing the anger in her personality and admitted that she might have a difficulty with alcohol as well. But she still had a long way to go with dealing with her anger issues and it was obvious in how she reacted to Steve's message.
As a result, she was feeling a strong desire for payback and she wanted Steve to feel some of what he had dished out on Rose and Jack. A plan began to form as she considered her response. Perhaps it would be fitting that Jack should be joined by a friend, so they could tiptoe through the tulips together.
Against the established protocol, Rose responded with a short email, "I need to see you face to face, now! Rose suggested that they meet at the Institut De Beauté as a safe place to meet.
Steve agreed to her suggestion, obviously not realizing that it was a full service beauty spa. Or he did not see any problem with it. Upon seeing Steve's acknowledgement, Rose made a call to the spa, smiling in anticipation as she explained what she needed.
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Arriving at the address on his GPS, Steve paused at the door before entering; this was obviously an upscale woman's beauty spa. Rose must have thought that no one would think to find a macho he-man like him in a beauty parlor. He shrugged mentally he needed a haircut anyway so it might be a way to kill two birds with one stone. So he boldly went where no man had gone before."
Rose jumped up from her chair in the waiting room and greeted Steve like a long lost relative. Rose took Steve by the hand and led him to the receptionist introducing herself and saying, "We are here for that special makeover I talk to Francoise about."
The receptionist checked her book and buzzed for a girl named Connie.
"Connie, please take these two to the private room, the one reserved for 'special' customers."
Connie led them into the back of the salon to a room fully equipped with everything from sinks, to comfortable shampoo chairs, bonnet dryers and shelves filled with all sorts of beauty products.
A quizzical Steve looked at Rose. She responded to his unanswered question, "This is as private a spot as I could arrange. Besides it is sound proof and we can talk freely while we get our makeovers."
"Makeover, what the hell are you talking about Rose, I only need a trim."
"Steve you are going to have to trust me. I will ensure you get everything that you should." What she really wanted to say ' I will ensure you get everything coming to you.'
Connie knocked softly and entered caring two glasses of champagne. Steve looked at the glass in his hand and said, "What's this?"
"It's a mimosa silly, just champagne and chilled orange juice. It's to help you relax while Connie works."
What Rose wasn't saying was that Steve's drink was also laced with a strong sedative so he wouldn't fight what Rose had planned. Francoise had been very understanding about Rose's story about her brother wanting to take his transition to the next step but he was afraid to do so. She just knew that Steve would be happy that he had been forced to go forward.
She fully intended to have Steve experience some of what her husband had been going through. Starting with a full body waxing, his eyebrows thinned and shaped. Then there would be a change of hair color with a permanent wave, followed by the bridal special makeover. Steve was going to leave the spa looking like a platinum blonde Betty Boop.
Connie handed Steve his mimosa and gave Rose a big theatrical wink. As Steve was taking off his suit coat Connie whispered to Rose, "Everything is all prepare just as you asked, I promise he wouldn't feel a thing for hours."
Steve took a seat one of the shampoo chairs, wearing a plastic waterproof salon cape as a pretty young oriental woman proceeded to give him a scalp massage. He was sound asleep before the beauty treatment had even started.
When he woke up several hours later, groggy and weak, he was rather disoriented. As he became more coherent, he found himself wearing his cape but nothing on underneath but his underwear. He sat under a professional bonnet dryer blowing hot air on the tight curlers in his hair. As he tried to lever himself up, he found his arms and legs were firmly secured to the chair.
Seeing that he was awake, Connie yelled over the noise of the hair drier. "Relax sweetie, the restraints are standard when we do a full body wax, don't want our ladies jerking and hurting themselves. I'll let you up as soon as I'm done brushing out your new hairdo."
When he started demanding to be released, Rose stepped into his line of sight with a satisfied smile on her face. Steve was going to being leaving with a head full of piglet tight curls. His ears were triple pierced now and sported diamond, sapphire, and ruby studs now. The eyebrow over his right eye now sported a tasteful barbell piercing which really set off the smoky eye look that he had been given with the latest in semi-permanent makeup.
Steve was not aware of all that had done to him as yet but he did notice his new extra-long acrylic fingernails lacquered in bright pink. Seeing him stare at his nails Connie spoke up, "I hope you like the shade; Rose let me pick it. It is our most popular color with the young hip crowd, it's called Barbie hot pink."
When he was set free from the chair, Rose helped a wobbly Steve over to a full length mirror. He felt totally exposed dressed in his salon cape, but he forgot all about that when he was confronted with his hairdo, makeup, and piercings. He shivered as he examined himself. The reflection in the mirror looked like it belonged on the cover of teen magazine. There was no way he would be able to go back to work looking like this.
Rose stood behind him and said, "Come on Steve you wanted to party. I have lunch reservations at a trendy restaurant. Afterward we can go lingerie shopping, you really should get some support for your twin peaks before they start to droop. It'll be a real girl's day out. If we are really lucky we might find us a bootie call for the evening."
Steve pulled his smock tightly about his body, "F**k you Rose, Where are the clothes I wore in here?"
"In the goodwill box in the parking lot," she said with some satisfaction. She had no intention of allowing him to be able to leave with his dignity.
"I can't go out dressed like this!"
"I know that silly, I have a complete outfit for you hanging in the changing room."
Suspicious, Steve asked, "What kind of outfit?"
"You'll love it. It’s a one piece dress with a black bodice with built in shelf bra and back zipper. The part I love best is the embroidered sequin poodle on the red skirt. It had a black stretch belt that has a four button clasp, for shoes I have a pair of adult saddle shoes. I have accessorized it with the cutest, 'My little Pony' handbag. I have already transferred all your stuff into it. You'll be happy to know Connie also threw in a tube of lipstick and a bottle of nail polish for later touch ups.
"Oh don't give me that look; it also has your wallet, cell phone, and car keys."
Just the thought of what Rose was planning had Steve's 'Johnson' shriveled up to the size of his pinkie.
"Please Rose be reasonable, Image how I feel, going out in public looking like Lolita. I can't attract attention. It could be dangerous for me... and your husband if we are connected. I'm an undercover cop playacting as a normal soccer mom."
Rose glared at the hermaphroditic looking man before her and sarcastically retorted, "Steve, this is an outfit created for the woman who wants to stand out with show-stopping style. With your over the top makeup and this outfit you'll never blend in rather, you'll look more like arm candy, now get dressed. Perhaps now you have some idea of how my husband must be feeling."
Rose spun on her heels and walked over to the changing room and returned with his dress and handbag. She reached into her purse and retrieved a pair of nylons and a garter belt and handed everything to the trembling man.
Steve stood like a statue staring at what Rose had just handed him. Rose eventually broke the logjam with, "Alright I guess you're right, I wouldn't want to do anything that might endanger Jack. You, on the other hand, need to be brought down a peg or two and I intend to do so. You're wearing this, end of discussion. I spent a lot of time finding something appropriate for you. I want to see how it looks on the designated government sissy. Get dressed and we can go out the back door. I'll walk you to your car."
Steve was unable to find his clothes so he had no other choice and he dutifully dressed as he was told.
"Where will I go?"
Rose laughed like she hadn't in months, "You could try the corner of Third and Vine but it might be a bit early for that, most of the ladies don't show up until after dark. The girls that are normally out there might object to the competition too."
"I'm glad you think this is funny, but how will I explain this to my wife?" The thought of facing Phyllis looking like this made him want to cry. He had been able to hide his physical changes up to now, but she would leave him in disgust when she saw him.
"Not my problem," Rose said dismissively. "Let's go and don't forget your purse."
Rose took Steve by the arm and walked him out to his car. He climbed in his car with as much dignity as he could muster. He fumbled trying to fish the car keys out of his purse with his new long talons. Rose tapped on the drivers' side window, making Steve jump. He rolled it down to see what she wanted. "Stevie, make sure to lock your doors. Us girls can never be too careful." Steve really needed a cigarette but there were none in his purse and so he headed home, praying Phyllis wouldn't be there.
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At the same time, Daisy sat at the dining room table as per Linda's direction eating a late brunch of dry toast and grapefruit. Daisy ate but truthfully didn't taste it.
Suddenly Linda entered from the kitchen with a birthday cake bearing one candle and singing happy birthday. It was Déjà vu all over again as Linda handed Daisy a series of gaily wrapped packages. It was like Christmas morning.
Jack gleefully ripped open all the parcels. Unwrapping them, Jack unearthed a new birth certificate, a social security card, driver's license, credit card, high school transcripts, a college diploma from Ohio State, and a passport all made out to Daisy Belle Svensson. Then Linda handed the astonished, birthday girl a complete work history and work references.
"Just like the university diploma, all the job references are from very large organizations and the files show you worked there, the sheer number of employees provide excellent cover. The HR departments have been provided with a picture of you and are prepared to say they remember you.
"We even managed to get your picture in the college yearbook. Just so you know, your grades were only average, except for sex education. You aced that one! So Daisy, welcome to the first day of the rest of your life, happy birthday."
While Steve and Rose were receiving the full beauty treatment, Daisy was being pampered at a local day spa. Linda proudly took Daisy to the salon, after a mud bath, private shower, and steam bath, followed by a massage, and then to the inevitable trip to the beauty parlor for a shampoo, hair extensions and a new hairdo followed by permanent eyelash extensions, manicure and pedicure.
The one thing Jack wasn't fond of was the pink highlights that Linda insisted he get and keep from that moment on. She explained it gave Daisy a special sissy look. The pièce de résistance was a complete beauty makeover. A bedazzled Daisy skipped out of the spa feeling very pretty and elated at the thought he could permanently retire the wig.
Linda squealed with delight at the giddiness of her companion.
"Now Daisy, just one more stop before we go home. It's my treat. I am taking you to a photographer for a portrait. I am going to hang it in my hall of fame. Besides HLS wants undated pictures of the woman you have become."
"Ms. Linda, what do you mean updated, I have never had my picture taken as Daisy, other than a few by Rose with her cell phone."
"Oh, you poor naïve, fool, Rose told us you were really gullible. I never realized how true those words are until now. Haven't you ever heard of 'nanny cams?' Your home was fully wired the day after you agreed to this operation. The guys from HLS have watched your training 24/7 until the day Rose threw you out. I have watched most of the archived film. When this is over I may ask Rose to subcontract for me, she really has a flair for this kind of work."
After the standard High School graduation portraits, Linda had the action moved to the back room where Jack was posed through a series of glamour boudoir shots. Jack only objected to the suggestion of a full frontal nudity shot. Interestingly, Linda did not make an issue of his objections and settled for a rear and several side shots.
Watching Jack walk home from the photographers, Linda leeringly commented, "Daisy, that personal trainer has done wonders on your butt and legs. They look like they belong on a professional dancer. You have such a spectacular tush. It has developed into a perfect teardrop shape."
"Thank you Ms. Linda. You can really be suave and debonair when you try."
"Daisy, I think we have progressed far enough along, you can drop the Ms. just call me Linda. Now strut for me girl, rotate those hips, and shake your booty.
"Your job starts tomorrow. Remember, you are trying to visually seduce every customer, not just Ivan. An air of self-confidence is very sexy. Prance like you are the Queen of England, and always show lots of cleavage. I am confident you will do great at your new job.
"Just be careful, that bar also attracts some loathsome Neanderthals. The bar's normal customers are mostly the scum of the earth, loud mouthed louts. They are likely to take greet glee in disparaging all of you sissies."
Jack continued strolling towards their apartment, concentrating on his walk and feeling like a beautiful butterfly released from its cocoon.
Returning home, Jack found that birthday or not, he was put through his nightly exercises on the treadmill. After finishing up and getting ready for bed, Jack was standing in the bathroom brushing his teeth. Staring into the mirror, he saw only a woman, there was no vestige of Jack left, only Daisy. The image hidden deep inside his eyes was different from the one reflecting back at him. It was a terrifying realization; a once happily married man was gone forever. Now what remained was it a transvestite, a transsexual, a sissy, or was it a woman. Jack was no longer sure which of the above occupied his soul.
Linda was in bed with her own doubts. Having spent the day with a totally convincing young woman, Linda was concerned that she might have overdone Daisy's training. Daisy had become more sophisticated and feminine than most housewives. Linda had one more opportunity to remind Daisy that he was still a man in a dress, a sissy, not a woman. She got up and disrobed and headed into Daisy's bathroom.
As Jack walked into the shower, he was shocked to find Linda a pace behind him. She stepped into the shower with him, naked. Linda then proceeded to wash Jack's body, covering him in soap and the vigorously scrubbing his body. It was all fun and games until Linda lowered the second spray nozzle. Adjusting the water temperature she proceeded to insert it in Jack's male pussy. Pumping it in and out an inordinate number of times, Jack felt violated, but very clean.
That dual shower did more than clean Jack and Linda. It also washed away the cruel vindictive dominatrix Linda.
Drying Jack off with a fluffy towel, the new loving Linda led Jack to bed and still naked climbed in with him. She spent a great deal of time and effort trying to seduce the male in the bed with her. She did everything she could to stroke his male ego including stroking his male parts. Her efforts were mostly in vain, Daisy no longer felt like a man, no longer wanted to be a man. In addition, Jack was still terrified that this was some new training step that Linda was starting. All Linda managed to do was create a great deal of sexual tension between them. In the end the couple spent the night blissfully cuddling.
Jack arose early to get ready for his interview. He looked toward his first day at work with horror and trepidation. Donning his favorite skirt and cashmere sweater, Jack sat down and spent the next several hours dutifully applying makeup, trying to recreate the look from yesterday.
When he finished with his cosmetics, Jack decided to accessorize by wearing a ton of cheap jewelry, including his showgirl rhinestone earrings with a full 6 inch drop. Jack loved the way the earrings would brush his neck when he walked. It made him feel so feminine. Finally a squirt of perfume and Daisy was now complete.
Linda held a formal inspection of her pupil, checking for any imperfection. Fully satisfied, Linda proclaimed, "Daisy, you are the perfect sissy." Further confusing Jack's self-image, Linda reminded Daisy to never tuck; she insisted there constantly be a small bulge showing in front. Daisy must always proudly show his man parts, not try and pass as a real woman. Reluctantly, Jack reached into his panties and rearranged things to meet Linda's requirements.
Linda escorted Daisy to the sidewalk like a nervous mother to watch her protégée venture out into the world. A parting pep talk completed the sendoff.
"Remember, you need to be Miss Congeniality. But let Ivan come to you; don't ever initiate contact with him. Be very careful around his friends, most are former Spetsnaz commandos recently disenfranchised with mother Russia. They are a tight-knit and tight-lipped group of slime balls. They are like most military types, thinking a quick grope is foreplay. I think you'll find they are all stone faced hard men. You don't want to get the reputation for being easy. But be as friendly as you can to his body guards. If someone gives you a really hard time, don't get mad, pout, stick your lip out, stare at the floor, and cry if you are able. They will crumble I guarantee you.
"Daisy, remember the biggest part of your job will be to get to know Ivan. But play it cool for now, we have time on our side."
"But Linda, I want to get this over with to get my old life back."
"You silly girl, if you rush this, the only thing you are going to get is a funeral. Which brings up the issue of what outfit you want to get buried in? Personally I like the gown you had on the first day we met, but it's your choice of course."
Jack shrugged off Linda's last comment as more of her unkind teasing. Summoning all his courage, he walked the two blocks to his new job. It seemed to take an eternity. Jack felt cold in his corseted covered belly and he was unable to shake the premonition of dread.
He briefly thought of fleeing but stiffened his resolve, stood straight and checked himself in the window reflection before going into the bar. It was now 'ShowTime'. Jack thought, 'I need to be at my best. The first hurdle was coming up. The game was afoot.'
Jack was as nervous as a virgin on her honeymoon. He knew he was about to get fucked. He just wasn't sure how. He walked in the front door and was greeted by an employee, a 'woman' with perfect makeup and prom hair. She introduced herself as Georgette and spoke with a sickeningly sweet southern drawl, albeit in a husky voice. She moved without a trace of self-consciousness despite the fact she was dressed in an outfit that was so tight Jack could read the size tag on her thong panties. The outfit was rather flamboyant and just short of being sleazy.
With his stomach doing flip flops, Jack announced in a soft voice, "Hi I'm Daisy; I'm here for the waitress job."
Jack felt like he was going to an audition. Little did he realize it already was already a done deal.
"Yes, I was told to expect you." Georgette replied as she looked Jack up and down. "Please sign in Miss Daisy." Making idle conversation Georgette said, "Phil, the boss, is going to like you but be warned he is a total lech. Believe me, I know all about Phil, I was his brother. That is until he decided he needed a receptionist. There wasn't money to hire one so he forced me to convert into the goddess you see before you. Good luck and follow me. I will take you to his office.
Reaching a grubby office, Georgette announced, "Please take a seat, Phil will be with you in a while."
Jack sat waiting nervously for an audience. Eventually, Phil made a grand entrance and stared at Daisy expressionlessly for a couple of minutes. Jack crossed his legs to give the lecherous man a good look at his best feature. Finally, Phil waved Daisy up. Daisy demurely stood feet together and hands crossed in front ready for his interview.
In a very derisive tone Phil said, "Young lady," with a sarcastic emphasis on the word lady, " you come with some impressive recommendations, but if you want this job you will answer my questions succinctly. No funny business is tolerated with the customers. You can look but no touchy. This is a class joint here. Lewdness is never allowed in my house. You can show your melons all you want, in fact we encourage it. But under no circumstance are you to display the coconuts understand? We tiptoe around vulgarity but I do not tolerate any debauchery on club premises, just keep it in your panties. Your makeup should always be dramatic, think Los Vegas show girl. Do I need to elaborate?"
Jack naughtily licked his lips and responded, "No sir, I understand perfectly."
"All right, let's get a look atcha", he signaled with his finger to do a twirl. Daisy did as he asked.
"Nice, average body, your ass is small by most standards, but it is round and soft, and I love your hair and your submissive, demure attitude. You'll do. Go see Libby for your work assignment. You start immediately."
Walking out of the office Daisy was shocked to find Linda standing just outside the door. Linda gave Daisy a quick once over. She laughed a predatory laugh and then without a word she passed around Daisy and walked into the office and closed the door.
A 'girl' named Libby, with a loud commanding voice like a Saint Bernard, but just as harmless and the figure of a fashion model and an effeminate swagger showed Daisy the locker room, allocated her a locker and introduced her to the bartender, a few other waitresses and then assigned Daisy her tables.
"Ok, you're new at this! What great fun! I've been here for like two and a half years and I love being a waitress because I know what to do. Can you believe I'm just 16? Ha ha.
Departing, she left Daisy with a dire warning about poaching other girls tables and/or their clients.
"Stick to your tables and be friendly, show lots of cleavage and flirt. You'll make a lot of money. Just make sure you get the orders correct, smile, but not too much! Your sex appeal has to be obvious yet understated. Make eye contact as you give the patrons their drinks and always ask 'Is there anything else you can do for them'. The sleaze balls that come in here love the sexual double entendre. Daisy, let me remind you there is no need to go off the reservation. You will get all the action a girl like you can handle. Just make sure if you arrange any 'private rendezvous' the action is done elsewhere."
"Oh, Libby, you don't have to worry about that with me I am not that kind of girl." Jack had no desire to arrange any kind of a rendezvous.
A laughing Libby responded, "Sweetie that is what everyone says at first. An innocent, adorable thing like you will find a sugar daddy in no time. That I guarantee."
After their brief encounter at the club and some final instructions to Phil, Linda returned home and eagerly awaited Daisy's return home from his fist day at work.
"So Daisy how was your first day at work?"
"OK", Jack answered curtly.
That wasn't good enough for Linda. She wanted a play-by-play of Jack's first day at work and she intended to get it.
"You will answer my questions fully. I don't tolerate crap. Let me warn you Daisy if you fuck with me, I will get my Ginsu knives out and do a sushi chef on your sausage."
A repentant Daisy responded, "I'm sorry Ms. Linda, please give me another chance. It's just I never realized there was so much involved in just standing. My posture was reprimanded several times. Apparently, I am to make like a fashion model, while I stand and wait for orders. A whole day doing the stripper strut is exhausting. Despite all your nightly treadmill training, a whole shift doing the 4 inch cross over step is arduous. The constant undulating of the hips makes my back hurt. Even my ass aches from the exaggerated hip swing."
"Exactly, you have finally realized our objective. If Ivan wanted a woman, he could rent one by the hour. What he likes are feminized men. Not some hot tempered hooker. We have dozens of female agents we could have put on this case, but that is not what Ivan wants. So camp it up, exaggerate everything, show a hint of innocence and flaunt your sexuality. Now, most important of all, you've got to smile! Keep your eyebrows up and your eyes fully open at all times. Smile big and bright and be happy all the time! Be peppy and chipper! Feel good about yourself! Enjoy the company of your new friends! Feel good about everything! Smile, laugh and giggle! You need to get people to forget all those depressing things like politics, money, death n' stuff! Just like you do! You don't worry about that stuff anymore, do you?"
"No Miss Linda. I am only concerned about the important things in life, like lipstick shades, and the latest shoe fashions."
"Now tell me about your new acquaintances at work. You have been isolated from normal companionship for a while. It's important you develop new friendships."
"Well Ms. Linda, at first the girls were a bit standoffish, and seemed very cliquey. I introduced myself to the other waitresses, but was careful not to say too much. The other girls bought my act, not one giving as much as an inquisitive look. Sophie, a sultry brunette is the only one to offer me a hand of friendship and showed me the ropes. This one girl who calls herself Bubbles was a real pain, on my case all day. I think she is jealous because I am so much prettier than her.
"I had no idea how much ass grabbing, pinching, and propositioning there would be. Eww! I had at least 10 guys and one woman ask me for my phone number, for a date, or outright asked for sex. I also felt a hand on my ass about every fifteen minutes or so. I tried to handle it all gracefully as the other girls did, with a smile and a hand smack, I made an effort to never piss the customers off. I found if you wink at them after rejecting them they keep coming back.
"The first guy to order had to play wise guy, he ordered pizza, when I asked how many pieces do you want your pie cut? He responded, 'Four. I don't think I could eat eight.' I giggled like I had been taught and everyone laughed. The next guy was a real ass as I stood to take his order; he reached up my skirt and tried to explore for my little member. I squealed with delight. Then I hit him over the head with my serving tray. Phil, called me aside and told me that was my only warning, one more and I was gone."
"I learned quickly to use my wit to keep the creeps in place. The next guy propositioned me and I responded, 'I was shocked I didn't think he was up to it as I had been told the delivery of magical blue pills had been delayed'
"Linda, most of the girls there don't have a great deal of education, with one exception Donna, who taught English composition until she started working at the club. They all were quite ready to talk about themselves. It seems that after a lifetime of hiding their true nature, any chance to open up to someone who will not judge them is eagerly taken. Some had spent time on the streets, making a living with their mouth or ass. Not to be a snob, but developing friendships is going to be a challenge; we have nothing in common, other than trying to impersonate a woman.
"They covered the whole spectrum. Some of the 'gurls' freely identified themselves as just Sissies who love to wear dresses and lipstick. They freely admit it gives them some kind of satisfaction. I learned the hard way just don't call them a queer for it. Donna is somewhere between pathetic and whimsical. He told me he was a college professor. He quit that job and is now serving out a 6 month sentence, his wife is making him work there as punishment for cheating on her with a student. His wife devised this as a way of saving himself and maybe their marriage. He goes out of his way to humiliate himself. He told me, he feels it is a fitting punishment, and he deserves the abuse. My lord, he stuffs his bra with two over inflated water balloons, and eschews every rule in applying makeup, he follows the antithesis of the prime directive where more is better. In a parody of a drag queen he was wearing bright red sissy colored lipstick with garish blue eye shadow outlined in heavy black eyeliner, I think he puts his makeup on with a trawl, his beard showed despite a foundation layer that was so thick it had fissures in it. But Linda, that all pales in comparison to how he dressed, in the most outlandish fashion, wearing a hip hugging red mini-dress and a diaphanous lace blouse and 4 inch stilettos. It is like he enjoys the ridiculed. He was walking with her legs wide open and knees bent it looked like he was stomping down ants.
"We have the most eclectic mix, ex whores and prostitutes, some of the girls are just transvestites living out their dreams, it is obvious they are dressing to 'pass', while others appear to be fully fledged transsexuals. Most were very stand-offish of me at first. They were constantly gossiping about girly things, like makeup, hairstyles and the latest fashions. They don't have the advantages of a profession training staff like I do. After I contributed my thoughts and expertise, most welcomed me into their fraternity. By the end of the day, I felt a real camaraderie among them.
"Some of the customers were absolutely vile, human beings! They show no respect for any of us, the room would frequently erupt in derisive laughter when some obscene comment was made about one of us girls. We are treated like freaks at a Carney sideshow. It is the most dehumanizing thing I have ever seen. The men were rude and crass but predictable, mostly they just gawked at us girls. Most of their comments were sexual innuendos intended to impress their friends and embarrass us girls. A couple of guys were even flirtatious and courteous. But as vile as the men were, the actions of the wives and girlfriends were loathsome. They were intentionally cruel; their comments were venomous and calculatedly hurtful. Linda, I don't understand women."
Linda laughed and said, "Well Daisy welcome to the club."
"I made the mistake of walking past the men's room and found myself trapped by a real asshole who tried to force me into the men's room. Luckily, Paula saw what was happening and got the bouncer involved.
"The girls at work do try to look out for each other. In fact, this one girl I really like, named Candy, she is a real Georgia peach, and possessed the sweetest southern drawl I have ever heard. It was y'alls all over the place. She was especially helpful. One customer was really harassing me and trying to wrestle me into his lap. Candy snuck up behind him and stuck her tongue in his ear, then started sucking on his earlobe. The bastard never had a chance Candy just took charge of the situation and had him eating out of her hand.
"Later back in our dressing room I gave her a huge hug in appreciation, we squished blossoms, my hug was a little too enthusiastic I am afraid, as we booth ended up soaked by her leaking water push-up bra enhancements.
"Linda, those buffoons were laughing at me all day long. I tried pouting like you said and even cried once. That helped some."
With her voice dripping in derision, Linda blithely responded, "Oh, how precious, I wish I had seen that."
Ridicule is the first and last argument of a fool.
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Chapter 27 - From He-male to She-male
Karma is a bitch - Justin Tan
Steve eased out of the parking lot, and watched Rose waving goodbye in his rearview mirror. He felt like a baby robin that had been pushed out of its nest. His hands wouldn't stop shaking, it was like they hand a mind of their own. He really needed a cigarette right now. His elongated fingernails made the simplest of tasks an adventure, their neon pink color seemed to be mocking him. He tried to use the back of his hand to wipe off his lipstick and almost put his eye out. No matter how hard he rubbed, nothing came off his lips.
By the second stop light, he had reconciled himself to waiting to get home to use his wife's cold cream to remove his blasted war paint. He got a close look at his face in the rearview mirror; all that was left of his once bushy eyebrows was now a coquettish high arched line. He fished around in his glove box, and dug out a pair of rhinestone bedecked oversized sunglasses, that his wife had left in the car. They added to his sissified appearance but at least concealed the thick black eyeliner, long false eyelashes poking out from under dark blue eye shadow and the lack of eyebrows.
Steve made it a point not to make eye contact with other drivers or pedestrians. He was positive he was receiving oblique glances from everyone he encountered. Their expressions, in his opinion, were one of amusement and loathing.
Every small bump sent his unsupported nascent boobs oscillating, which resulted in his nipples rubbing against his new silky sissy top. The feeling was very erotic and yet disturbing. All in all it was distracting and didn't make the drive home any easier. After crossing a series of speed bumps, Steve began to think maybe he should have taken Rose up on the bra shopping invitation.
He arrived at his street and coasted to a stop a half a block away from his home. There in the driveway was Phyllis's car and beside it another vehicle he didn't recognize. His eyes narrowed and he ground his teeth. He was trapped and he knew it. He pulled to the curb and tried to develop a plan to get into the house and his bedroom undetected where he could wash off the cosmetics and change into his regular clothes. He stroked his chin thoughtfully, you could almost hear the gears turning and then it hit him. He remembered Phyllis opening the side window last night for fresh air while they slept. He was confident it would still be unlocked. All he had to do was walk up the sidewalk, cross the pasture of a front lawn and get to the side of the house, without attracting attention.
He got out of the car, locked the doors and set the alarm. He took a deep breath in an attempt to steady himself. He felt foolish and humiliated as he headed up the sidewalk, his heart pounding. Steve tried to calm himself; after all he was trained to stand up under pressure.
He was certain everyone in the neighborhood was watching the Beyoncé lookalike parading up the street. He held onto his purse as if it were a lifeline and tried to walk as feminine as he could by taking smaller steps. He wasn't just nervous; he was a walking, talking embodiment of cold sweat.
Halfway home, he encountered the postman. Steve hid behind his sunglasses and kept on walking his best girly walk, positive the man could smell his fear as they passed on the sidewalk. The postman was very professional and merely nodded his head and said "Good day Miss."
Steve's breathing didn't return to normal until he had reached his mailbox where he made a mad dash crossed his lawn, a trip that felt more like a marathon.
He breathed a sigh of relief as he found the window was indeed unlocked. He slid the window open and tried to step through the opening only to find his legs fettered by his skirt. He pulled the skirt up as high as it would go exposing his panties and garter belt and just before he stepped through the window he received a wolf whistle from old man Harman, his neighbor, who was out walking his dog.
Totally flustered, Steve dropped his purse and scrambled through the window, landing silently on the shag rug. As he pulled his skirt back down, he bumped into the night table setting the green vase perched on the end table wobbling precariously. He grabbed it before it could smash on the floor and give his presence away. He settled it down and then realized he was missing his purse.
He could hear voices coming from the living room, but they were vague enough that he felt safe for the moment. He left his posterior totally exposed as he leaned back out the window to retrieve his wallet and purse. Stretching out so far, he was on the verge of falling headfirst to the ground. He could he could almost reach the purse strap, it was only a few enticing inches away. He counterbalanced his body by flailing his legs out behind him. Using his new fingernail extensions like chopsticks, he was able to grab the purse strap. With his treasure firmly in his grasp, he pulled himself back into the bedroom.
His feet reached terra firma on the floor behind and he pulled himself back into the house. His euphoria was short lived when the hand of providence reached out to smite him. Hearing a sound behind him, he lurched back, pushing with his hands to get the rest of his body back into the room. Just as his shoulders cleared the window frame, his head struck the window with a loud thud. He saw stars and a kaleidoscope light show played in his head. The blow turned his legs to jelly, forcing him to grab the window frame to keep from falling down. That is when he heard, "Just who the fuck are you?" He turned his head to see who it was. Then someone pulled the plug and his lights went out. We are talking reboot the hard drive out.
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Steve floated in concussed misery for several hours, his face an ashen gray. He had the mother of all headaches and faded in and out of consciousness. It was dark out when he finally blinked his eyes open for good; the room was deathly silent and cloaked in shadows, the only light coming from underneath the closed bedroom door. He found himself lying on top of his bed, which was good. Then as his vision cleared and his senses returned he realized he was incased in what felt like a silk shroud, which after further investigation appeared to be a woman's nightgown.
Steve started to panic, how did he get here dressed this way? If Phyllis saw him she would have a cow. Steve tried to pull off nightie; but sitting up brought an unbearable throbbing to his head, He collapsed back on the bed panting from the effort. He had a premonition something dreadful was about to happen.
Phyllis had been in the bathroom filling a water glass and waiting for him to wake up. Hearing him rousing, she flipped on the light switch and sent the light from eight 60-Watt incandescent bulbs flooding into the room. His worst nightmare came true as Steve was hit by the dazzling light, the brightness blinded him. He shielded their eyes against the intensity and waited for his eyes to adjust. He squinted around his hand and could just make out a ghostly shape coming out of the solar corona.
Phyllis was dressed in only a pink silk Carmeuse robe, carrying a glass of tap water to his bedside. Steve could smell her perfume settle around him like a soft cloud. He felt foolish and humiliated laying there wearing a feminine nightgown. Her presence towering over him elicited a tempest in his gut. Steve dropped his eyes unable to maintain her gaze and tried unsuccessfully to pull the covers over to hide his body. He waited for the shit storm to erupt.
To his utter surprise, Phyllis was completely calm as she said, "Honey, you're finally awake, how are you feeling?"
Steve's mouth felt like he had swallowed a shovel of sand. He reached up to his head and gingerly examined the two lumps as he squeaked, "What happened?"
"We were all concerned you were seriously injured, I guess I don't know my own strength. That's a nasty bump you've got on your head. I've called Fred and told him you fell and hit your head and passed out. With all the talk recently about concussions, he agreed you should spend the week in bed. He said he would clear it with your boss."
Phyllis handed Steve a glass of water and dropped two small pills she was holding in her hand. Grasping the glass, Steve saw that his fingernails were still painted pink – there was no way Phyllis couldn't notice the obvious feminine feature. His hands shook as he took the glass from her. She merely smiled at him as he took the pills and gulped them down while downing the entire glass of water.
Phyllis sat on the side of the bed and placed her hand on her husband's forehead, "Relax dear, I'll explain everything. The girls and I were sharing a couple of very good bottles of wine and were having a giggly good time when we heard a noise in here and I came to investigate. I found what I thought was a burglar climbing in through the open window. I grabbed that ugly green vase your aunt gave us for a wedding present and hit the intruder over the head. I still have my homerun swing, I guess all those years playing softball helped. I was stupefied to discover the robber was actually my husband sneaking into our bedroom in heavy drag. Have you any idea how mortified I was having my friends see you like this?"
Phyllis appeared more humiliated than upset. "Thank God, Betty, and Gertrude were here, they helped me get you cleaned up and into bed."
This only got a quizzical look from Steve and she continued, "You know Gertrude, she lives at the end of the block in the yellow house. She's the neighborhood gossip but a good friend nonetheless. You haven't met Betty before and it's a good thing that she was here. She's a physician's assistant I met at the woman's health clinic; we have become very, very close. She stopped the bleeding from your head and stitched up the wound. I am afraid that cute outfit you were wearing is not salvageable, there was just too much blood. The girls helped me get you undressed and into my old teal-colored rayon nightie. You have always had a lingerie fetish so I thought this outfit was the most appropriate for the new you, it is the only plus size sleepwear I own. That color goes well with your peroxide blond hair. Sorry it is a tad tight around your bosom, which came as a real shock to me, I knew you were developing man boobs, but I had no idea how large they had become. As a conservative estimate I am guessing you are at least a full B cup."
"Your friends saw me looking like this?" Steve didn't think that his mortification could become any worse.
"Yes dear, getting you cleaned up and your bloody clothes off gave all of us a real good look. The blond dye job on you pubic hair is over the top don't you think? Gertrude laughed so hard I thought she would fall over. To preserve what little dignity you had left, I had the girls turn their backs while I slipped a pair of panties on you and tucked your man parts out of sight. They may be a bit snug, but do look daring on you. It took all three of us to lift you on to the bed."
"Please Phyllis, I can explain my...ah, embellished appearance."
Phyllis arched her brows at the man before her, who looked more girly than she herself ever had.
"This I have to hear! Have you any idea how it made me feel letting my girlfriends seeing you dressed like a teenage Lady Gaga wearing that god-awful overdone makeup? I have used every cosmetic remover I own trying to get those cosmetics off your face. Nothing worked. I couldn't even take the long false eyelashes off. They are individually glued on. They are there for the long run as well. They must have cost a fortune.
"Gertrude did a bit of snooping and closely examined the lipstick in your purse. Extrapolating from there we surmised all your makeup appears to be semi-permanent."
"I don't like the sound of that. What do you mean by semi-permanent?"
"Let's just say that I hope you like your new look, it will take weeks to fade away. That is the latest fad in the beauty industry. A small amount of color is inserted into the dermal layer of the skin. It is intended for busy active woman, like actresses, cirrus performers, aquanauts and..."
Then giggling she added, "I hear it is very popular with ladies of the night."
Steve gave out a depressed sigh. "Can you help me get back to looking like my old self?"
His wife shrugged as she looked down at him with a faint smile on her face. "Sorry only time will help with your facial appearance and the only thing you can do with your beautiful head of curly locks is shave your head. But we don't need to make that drastic a decision right now. You obviously went to a lot of trouble to change your appearance, the question is why?
"I suggested to the girls you were just playing cloak-and-dagger but neither of them was buying that story. None of us could explain why you were dressed like a 50's teeny bobber wearing heavy makeup. It is a riddle wrapped up in an enigma, or in this case wrapped in poodle skirt."
Seeing Steve's depressed expression, Phyllis said, "Oh, come-on sour puss, give me a smile. You have to admit that is funny."
Steve held up his hand with his long nails hanging down and batted his long heave eyelashes at his wife and replied "Sorry honey, putting up with all these glamour changes has robbed my sense of humor."
"No matter, us girls put our heads to together and examined all the evidence. We believe we have uncovered the secret you have been hiding from me."
Steve started to snivel, "It wasn't my choice. Honest, you have to believe me."
Putting her finger on his lips she went on, "Shush sweetheart there is nothing to explain. Because of the physical changes that we saw, Betty took the opportunity to give you a complete physical examination."
With just a touch of vengeance in her voice she went on, "She even gave you a breast exam. You'll also be glad to know your prostrate is healthy for a man your age and you show no signs of testicular cancer."
Steve reflexively brought his hands up to cover his chest and pushed his ass into the bed.
"Don't be embarrassed she was professional and kept it completely clinical and mostly discrete."
"Just what do you mean mostly?"
"Well...Gertrude and I did volunteer to help; we couldn't let Betty have all the fun. Don’t worry dear you haven’t got anything we haven’t seen before."
She winked at him and said, "I thought she did spend an inordinate amount of time checking out your genitalia though. The results of your physical answered our questions. She concluded all your symptoms point to someone undergoing hormone replacement. Although she recommends you come into the office for more tests. Messing around with hormones can be dangerous without a doctor monitoring your health."
Phyllis ran her hands up Steve's slender hairless arms, "According to Betty, your soft skin, loss of muscle mass, diminished body hair, puffy engorged nipples and obvious breast development, combined with a loss of interest in sexual activity all point to that diagnosis."
"You talked to a stranger about our sex life?" Steve didn't think that his humiliation could get any worse now.
"Of course, to do a proper physical she needs to know your complete medical history, I can assure you Betty is anything but a stranger." Phyllis acted like it was no big deal to her. What kinds of conversations did women have?
Steve tried to complain but Phyllis brushed aside his protestations and then, in her best angry wife voice, said, "Don't be so self-conscious; there is nothing to ashamed of. I have been on the internet while you were out. It seems there are lots of men who feel they should have been born a woman. I never noticed it before but you're lucky, your shoulders aren't that broad, once we get you on a stick diet and lose say...twenty pounds or so you'll be a real beauty."
"NO, no, no! Please help me get rid of all this. I'll lose my job!"
Phyllis climbed up on the bed and sat Indian style, where she casually rested her hand on his ample breast. Unable to resist, Phyllis slowly grazed his left nipple with her thumb and watched it engorge. Steve's frown turned to a sigh, and halfheartedly tried to push it away.
Phyllis felt bad that she had hurt his feelings, so she cooed, "Honey, I didn't mean to imply you aren't pretty just as you are now. In fact, you are just adorable."
With a mischievous glint in her eye she continued to lovingly tweak her husbands' sensitive nipple. "I must make a confession though. Looking at you laying there in my nightie with your adolescence sized boobies and puffy nipples tenting your gown, produces a pep rally in my shorts. I just can't keep my hands off your new toy chest."
"Phyllis, are you gay?"
Phyllis began to aggressively massage Steve's breasts, "I hate labels; let's just say I appreciate the beauty of both sexes.'
She made herself more comfortable on the bed as she wriggled closer to her husband.
"I told you that my parents shipped me off to an all-girl high school because I was so rambunctious. In My freshman year, I had a roommate named Debbie who was just starting puberty. Your titties are larger than hers, but have the same sexy allure. She was self-conscious about their diminutive training bra cupcake size. She came home from a date one night devastated, because some boy had made fun of her lack of shape. I climbed into bed with her just to console her."
Blushing feverishly, she continued her confession, "Well actually I consoled her three or four times that night as I remember it. I found I have a real talent at that. We became real snuggle buddies the rest of the year. I found that I have a very special talent…I can give a young lady an orgasm without penetration, using only my tongue and fingers, so she remained technically a virgin. You'll be happy to know by graduation she had earned the nick name of Double D Debbie. So there is hope for you too."
Steve was horrified. The image of Himself with DD boobs a fate worse than death for a real man.
Phyllis stretched out on top of Steve and ground her vulva into his silk encased private parts. She brought her lips to his ear and whispered, "You have some great feminine features already. Take your tuckus for example; it's irresistible, some might say awesome. Your burgeoning boobies with their puffy nipples are a turn-on to women like me."
Rubbing her breasts against her husband's counterpart's she went on, "You come from a long line of buxom woman; as yours grow, I think they will become a real source of pride. I am sure you will discover that breasts are a woman's secret source of power over men. Having a good set of tits often results in social and economic gain. If you'll let me 'console' you, I promise you'll wake up tomorrow with a whole new outlook on life and a smile on your face."
Steve needed to get control of the situation before he totally lost control.
"Stop, just stop right there! I am not undergoing transition and I don’t need consoling! All I need is to get this shit off my face!"
Phyllis sat bolt upright with her weight resting on her haunches, unaccustomed to being rejected, "Then you have some explaining to do!"
Steve pushed Phyllis's hand off his chest and thought how best to explain his situation without digging his hole any deeper. He waved, a hand over the length of his body he said, "This all started when an undercover situation got away from me. This is hard to say but hear me out. To hide my identity, I went to this gay club; dressed as a woman...you remember you helped pick out my outfit.
"I was interviewing a potential witness, who happened to be a very passable tranny whore, when her pimp found us alone and mistakenly thought I was a client. When he found out I was a federal agent he beat me up and...Well he raped me. Then he injected me with something that I have since found out was female hormones."
Phyllis was aghast. "You were raped, that is dreadful! Why didn't you say something?"
"I was too ashamed. I'm sorry. Anyway the drugs are what have been affecting me."
"I hope you at least went to a doctor."
"Yes dear, Fred took me to the emergency room. Then I later followed up for blood tests. I am clean for STDs and Aids. However, the blood test uncovered the high levels of estrogen in my system.
"If it hadn't been for that whore Trixie, none of this would have happened."
Phyllis nodded. "Trixie that is one of the list of female names you were mumbling incoherently."
"There were others?"
"Let me think. Yes there was Daisy, Stephanie, Frederica, Rose and Linda. My name didn't make the list, do I need to be jealous? Or perhaps you were trying to infiltrate a biker gang of dykes.
When Steve didn't respond she asked, "Seriously, are you sure you're healthy?"
"Yes. At my last checkup, he told me the hormones had gone dormant and, as long as I avoided anything that would stimulate the chemicals in my blood, they will eventually work their way out of my system."
A very apprehensive Phyllis stroked her husband's cheek, "What kind of things would reactivate the chemicals?"
"Don't worry dear; it would take something extraordinary like more estrogen. Since I haven't been taking your birth control pills I think I am safe."
Phyllis had a horrified look on her face as she said, "Oh my God I'm so sorry! I didn't know. I thought I was helping you."
"Sorry about what?"
"Betty just wanted to help. She wrote you two prescriptions one was for codeine for the headache, the other was an extra strength estrogen and progesterone compound, given for men who want to become women. I have a whole thirty day supply. The bottle is in your nightstand. Those were the pills you just took."
Steve's eyes widened in horror. "You don't know what you've done. I am so fucked!"
Wagging her finger at her prostrate husband Phyllis lectured, "Don't you take that tone with me! None of this would have happened if you had been honest with me and hadn't snuck home dressed that way. Care to explain that?"
Steve sighed heavily, "It was all that bad-tempered Rose's doing. I wasn't consulted. We had a clandestine meeting, at her beauty parlor. She took me prisoner and had me tied to a chair and did all this to me."
"Go on Steve, I'm still waiting for the part where I believe you."
"Alright we were sharing a drink, the slipped me a Mickey, laced with chloral hydrate if I had to guess."
"You were drinking at eight in the morning now this is all starting to make sense."
With a voice choked with frustration he said, "NO! Listen to me. While I was out she made me her captive and had her minions work on me. I woke up tied to a chair wearing only a plastic sheet with a hair dryer on my head."
"Why would she do that?"
"I can't really talk about it."
"Can't or won't?"
Steve was silent for almost half a minute as he considered his options. "Alright this could cost me my job, you have to keep it just between us; but I'll tell you. It has to do with her husband. I kind of sort of shanghaied him, to go undercover as an informant."
"That doesn't make any sense, why would she go to the trouble and expense to forcefully make to you over in full drag?"
"It may have had something to do with the fact that he was a reluctant volunteer. His assignment requires him to become an effeminate transvestite and cozy up to our target. He objected so I sent him away to an overseer for specialized training."
"This Rose person agreed to all this?"
"At first she did and she even helped, but afterward she developed buyer's remorse. Every time we meet she has been on my ass wanting a status report on her husband. I have managed to put her off. He stubbornly hung on to his manly self-image, so we have been forced to use extraordinary measures. If she knew the extremes that Linda has been forced to use to mold her hubby into the flirtatious gay caballero we need, she would come unglued. She might interfere in the operation."
"Wait one minute; was he gay before you went to work on him?"
"Not that I am aware. "But we need him to pass as being gay for the success of the operation."
Phyllis looked at him with narrowed eyes. "Linda, the same one I sent you too?"
"Yes, that is where I got the idea."
"For goodness sake, that woman is a psychopath! You spent only two weeks with her and I almost lost you. I thought if you could experience for a few weeks what it's like for us woman it would change your attitude. But you came home more namby-pamby than I initially envisioned. Are you having a flashback? Is that why you have decided to ride sidesaddle?"
"Listen to me Phyllis, none of this was voluntary! It was all Rose. The woman is crazy!"
"Doesn't Rose have the right to know what you are doing to her husband?"
Steve shook his head. "Not according to my boss."
"Tell me something about the woman that can overpower my big manly super policeman and turn him into a Kim Kardashian lookalike."
Steve jokingly gave his wife a limp wristed wave and made a kissy face before he sobered again.
"She's a typical Irishman, loves to drink, and has a quick temper, a bit of a flirt with a bent toward female domination. Despite all that she is an intelligent and successful business woman."
She made a face at Steve's assessment. "I didn't ask for a physiological evaluation you idiot. I'm a woman. When I ask about another woman my husband has been seeing, I want to know about her physical appearance."
Steve knew he was on thin ice so he chose his words very carefully, "She's an attractive redhead with better than average girl parts, who always dresses to accentuate her figure. She has beautiful large green eyes, long curvy legs and an ass that is out of this world."
"Fuck your boss; I need to meet this woman."
"Honey, even if I ignore orders; that is not going to be so easy. There are only so many places you can arrange a meet without setting patterns. I have met her in bars, restaurants, at my office, her house and even once in a woman's bathroom. I am sure I am being followed, even dressed like this I’m positive the guys assigned to follow me will not be fooled. Our target knows Rose is the wife of his tranny lover, if he connects her to me, we all could be dead. I am out of ideas on where to meet her."
Phyllis, with devilish expression on her face, said, "I have an idea. Set up a meeting next Thursday, no make that Saturday. This Rose person and I need to have a long chat."
"Why Saturday?"
"It will give me more time to prepare my girlfriend for her début; the world can be a dangerous place for a single woman. Besides the malls are extra crowded and it will make it easier to blend in. Plus, there are some things I need to get to ensure no one would ever recognize you. Where is your wallet, in your purse I assume? I need your credit cards. What name are you using now?"
"Stephanie, why?"
Phyllis clapped in glee. "No that doesn't suit the new you at all, I’m going to call you Desiree, because you are so desirable. Don't you just love that?"
Phyllis ran off to assure herself of some privacy before the newly christened Desiree could respond.
Based on his behavior, Steve wouldn't be getting up from the bed for a while yet. Going straight to the liquor cabinet and she poured herself a stiff drink.
Despite Linda's obvious eccentricities, Phyllis had kept in contact with her concerning her husband. She made a mental note to call Linda on her private line to discuss Steve's current predicament.
She returned to the bedroom with her glass half full. She walked to the bed and offered her husband a drink. He greedily gulped down the bourbon.
Taking the now empty glass from him, she put it on the nightstand. With a wicked gleam in her eye, Phyllis lightly grasped a vulnerable breast and gently stroked it through the flimsy material of the nightgown.
She grinned devilishly at him and said, "Why even in their mushrooming state I find these charmingly erotic."
Steve despite himself, let a sigh of pleasure escaped his lips. Encouraged by his reaction, Phyllis took her other hand slid it up the silken gown until it reached his groin encased in a prison of silk.
She squeezed ever so slightly as she purred into his ear, "Please understand my darling; this is not a judgment, just an observation. Your testicles have shrunk and are really just a teeny weeny remembrance of your prior sex. Your wee little man is so cute, half the size it once was. It now fits so snuggly in my silk panties. Promise me you'll always wear panties?"
This was the kind of thing that Steve wasn't prepared for, even though he had made the same kind of assessment of the changes to his manhood. "Do you take me for a complete fool? Damn it Phyllis be serious! I need to get back to my old self."
Her voice lifted to a scolding tone as she mocked him with, "What makes you think I'm not being serious?
His heart pounded fiercely in his chest, his jaw contracted into a tight knot, anger blazed in his eyes. "Knock it off Phyllis. Help me here, please. This could cost me my job."
Phyllis stood back and surveyed her husband and spoke with a tone of finality, "Oh Stevie, I love you to pieces. What you are really protesting is a loss of your precious chauvinist pride. The agency must surely have female agents, you could just do a lateral move, you might need a refresher course in typing but that can easily be arranged. I only wish you had told me about this whole female transition thing. I could have helped you on this journey; there is so much I can teach you about being a woman."
Steve's mind still cloudy from the concussion, sat perfectly still. His mind filled with anger, which choked off his ability to think of a way out of his predicament. His painted lower lip quivered as he struggled mightily trying to find the words to explain this all away.
Phyllis strongly suspected that her husband didn't have plans on transitioning, but it looked like he might not have much of a choice. He just needed the proper encouragement. She saw an opportunity to teach him a lesson and maybe have some fun at the same time. Phyllis let her robe fall to the floor. She stood over him like a vulture about to swoop down on its dinner. Wearing only a smile she said, "I'm only going to offer one more time, do you want to play, or not?"
"Not tonight dear, I have a headache." Mumbled Steve as he rolled over on his side and pouted. Steve was emotionally exhausted and laid back down and almost instantly fell into a deep slumber.
Disappointed, but not surprised at his reaction to her teasing, Phyllis grabbed her phone and headed to the kitchen. First she poured herself another tall glass of bourbon and drank half it down. Filled with the liquid courage, she phoned Betty who she was sure was concerned about Steve's condition.
"Hi, Betty, this is Phyllis."
"Hello, how is your sassy, sissy doing?"
"God he infuriates me at times. But cognitively everything appears fine."
"That's good to hear. As a precaution, I would keep him awake the rest of the night."
"I can think of several ways to keep him up."
"Uggh...that is just too much information. Did he explain how he got into his present condition?"
"Sort of, he claims it was all done to him against his will."
"Do you believe that?"
"Not completely. He gave me some cock and bull story about being injected with female hormones which caused his accelerated development. He claims they have gone dormant and, would stay that way unless stimulated by more estrogen. Have you ever heard of such a thing?"
"Betty paused before answering, "Well...several months ago we received an FDA warning about a new highly potent street version of the drug Estradiol, which contains potent estrogens and anti-androgens. According to the manufacturer, this combination of medications not only offers superior feminization, but also provides a greater reduction of the masculinizing effects in the patients. But it also carries with it a variety of differing risks and side effects. To include a loss of libido and accelerated breast development."
To hear that her husband had not been lying to her was a relief. She was still trying to digest the concept that he was developing breasts, but she was glad that it wasn't willingly. Now she was faced with a different issue.
"Betty, I don't think I want a shemale for a spouse!"
"I'm sorry honey, but you may not have a choice. The rumors I have heard about that drug are quite extraordinary. If that is what your husband was given, I'm afraid you can expect the desert to really bloom within the next few months."
"I think that the best thing you can do right now is to get your husband into counseling. You might consider talking to someone too. If you intend to say married, you and your husband are in this together."
"That's funny his boss has just recommended the same thing for Steve. You have to understand, it is not all his fault. His mother ran off with their preacher when he was just a baby. He was raised in a household of all men it was just him, five brothers and his father. He had it beat into him that woman are inferior and good only for doing the cooking, cleaning, and making babies. As a result he developed a masochistic domineering personality.
"Steve's considered to be an eccentric and a bit unconventional even by his peers. I have often thought that some of his rash actions are just for shock effect. He wants people to underestimate him. His adult life he has spent in a macho environments, all boy schools, the military and then Federal law enforcement. For as long as I have known him, he has been a brash, driven, amoral individual. His moral compass points only to Steve. Growing up he developed a misogynistic attitude, where woman are second class citizens.
"I've been dealing with it, but I think that our marriage has turned toxic. He comes home and tries to dominate our relationship. I know that he is really a sweet caring man, but once he has control over a person he losses all sense of decency. He can be absolutely clueless about what is going on around him.
"I threatened to leave him unless he went to rehab. I tried my version of rehab for him by sending him to this dominatrix that specializes in curing chauvinistic attitudes. He was reluctant to go at first claiming he didn't need to change, but a woman has her ways of persuasion, if you know what I mean.
"From day one, this lady had him in pancake powder, perfume, pink panties, and Prada’s. For two weeks she showed him that he didn't have to hide his sensitive nature. He really was a different person.
"I’m afraid that he is having a relapse. I miss the delicate, caring Steve.
Betty really was not comfortable discussing Phyllis' marital issues and her giggle was a defense mechanism. She said, "I'm sure we can ensure the sensitive side becomes his dominant one. If you keep feeding him those pills I prescribed we could turn him into the next Christine Jorgensen."
Modifying Steve's behavior by using chemicals and hormones made Phyllis uncomfortable and she said, "I think that is too much. Steve and I have played with feminizing him before and he really seemed to enjoy his girly persona. As his feminine self he is an entirely different person, but it was primarily little harmless games of dress up. I remember watching him step into a dress and I could see the transformation in his entire demeanor change for the better. But when he dressed as Stephanie, he wasn't acting. He actually became one of us. He turned into this sweet and caring person. He was never a sexual dynamo in the bedroom, more of the fastest draw in the west, if you know what I mean. Put a sexy nightgown on the man, a touch of lipstick and a spritz of perfume and the foreplay would last for hours. The sex went from good to fantastic. I really do love the man; he is the other half of my soul."
Betty was not an expert at dealing with her patient's psyche, but she could see that Phyllis needed the equivalent of a slap in the face. She hoped that she wouldn't damage the friendship that she had built with Phyllis.
"Oh gag me with a spoon. I really don't go in for that kind of sappy sentimentality. Ever since Adam ratted out Eve in the Garden of Eden, no man can be trusted."
Phyllis tried to defend her feelings. "I know that Steve is like an alcoholic who will fall off the sensitivity wagon occasionally. When that happens he is a real jerk and he succumbs to the fatal poison of irresponsible power. This time, things are at a whole different level."
She knew that she was walking a fine line talking about Steve's professional activities.
"He confessed something to me of he used his position to his advantage at work. He caused someone to have to live en femme and I'm afraid that it bit him in the ass. He's sporting his own pair of tits and wearing permanent makeup as a result.
"Betty, I know that you and I haven't known each other that long. My plan is to show my husband what girlie is all about. For the next few weeks, I plan on turning him into a submissive male lesbian, he'll go back to work a changed man."
The conversation had a pronounced effect on Phyllis, she found herself sliding her hand into her pussy and scratching an itch. Then returning to her conversation she went on, "Steve's predicament has given me some of the wildest fantasies. I about came again just envisioning them."
"That sounds interesting, would you mind sharing with me? Maybe I can help make you dreams come true." There was a smile in Betty's voice, and maybe just a hint of lust.
"Steve is afraid that he will be fired if he shows up for work as his feminine self, even though that would be against the law. Can you believe in this day and age a man is worried about losing his job just for growing a set of hooters and wearing a dress to work? I mean if a woman wore a suit and tie to work, no one would think a thing about it."
Phyllis had a far-away look in her eyes as she said, "My fantasy is to help my unemployed hubby into a new career. With cosmetic surgery I could quite easily turn him into a real star."
"Star? What kind of star?"
"The tgirl porn kind, it would serve him right. His face will always be too manly to pass as a real woman; but with a set of supersized boobs and heavy stage makeup, no one would care what his face looked like. I see ads all the time looking for strippers at the place out on the interstate. I can just picture the Marquee on Highway 66, advertising the new headliner act, 'Come see Gee Gee the former G-man flaunting a titanic set of 44 G's.' I'll bet he could make a lot more money, than his government salary."
"Gee that sounds like fun. I would even pay to see mister machismo reduced to flaunting his feminized body to earn a living. Sorry I have to run I'm on call and need to check in with the office.
"One medical suggestion before I go, don't let Gee Gee go back to sleep. You need to monitor him for the night."
"Thanks sweetheart, I have ways of keeping him awake and vigorously active."
Phyllis hung up and took another long drink of bourbon. She went through her phone contacts until she found Linda's private number.
It took four rings before someone picked up, "Hello this is Linda speaking."
"I know it has been awhile, this is Phyllis, Steve's wife. Can we talk?"
"To be truthful now is not a good time, I am about to wrap up a training session."
Just then Phyllis heard a primal scream, one that sent shivers running down her spine. Her heart beat wildly. "What was that?"
"Oh nothing; I swear real men are a dying species, they all seem to be crybabies. What you heard is my latest project having problems adjusting to the consequences of disappointing me."
Then Linda partially covered the receiver as she yelled, "Daisy, stop the whining. The neighbors are going to complain. Take a bath, then get into bed, tomorrow is your first day of work at the club. You need all the beauty sleep you can get."
"Linda I can hear you're busy, I'll call back later, have a good night."
"Sure thing Phyllis give that cute husband of yours a kiss for me. Now there was a man who took to discipline like a fish to water. We had us a good old time."
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Phyllis poured herself another drink and went to pour one for Steve, then stopped and got a bottle of white wine from the frig. She poured Steve's drink in a wine glass and returned to the bedroom. Finding her husband asleep infuriated her, she tiptoed into the room like a ballerina in slow-motion, put the glasses down and found four silk scarves from her dresser. Then with a delicate touch she tied Steve’s legs and arms to the four corners of the bed.
Once he was securely restrained she ran her fingers through his curly locks, which woke him from his slumber. Phyllis bends down and gave him a quick kiss, "Wake up sleeping beauty and let the fun begin."
Steve woke up quickly if a tad woozy. Phyllis reached for her whiskey glass and the wine glass for her husband, then sat on the side of the bed, showing the glass of bubbly to her husband. "Thirsty Honey?"
In a husky voice Steve replied, "Sure, I'd love some."
He went to reach for the glass and found his hand firmly tied to the bed post, quickly finding the other three limbs similarly restrained. He was hysterical almost immediately and shouting with such force his face turned purple with rage, "What the fuck is going on?"
Phyllis stood back and waited for Steve to regain his composure, to shut him up she held the wine glass to his lips and poured the sweet liquid into his mouth.
She took a large guzzle of her bourbon then said, "Wine for my demur Desiree and whiskey for the King of the manor, which of course makes you the Queen around here. Pun intended," giggled Phyllis.
Steve struggled against his shackles. Phyllis laughed and said, "You're wasting your time trying to break your manacles they are pure silk, haven't you ever heard that silk is stronger than steel? The more you pull the tighter they become. I was a girl scout and I know my knots. This will ensure your full cooperation.
"If you remember, I offered Steve a chance to make love to me as my husband. My offer was scorned, so I decided to spend the night making passionate love to my bride Desiree."
"Stop calling me that, it's demeaning!"
Phyllis feigned taking offense. "Now you've hurt my feelings. Here I go to all the trouble to find you a pretty feminine name and you don't like it. Well...for the next week, you will respond only to that name. You'll remain tied like that to ensure your full cooperation.
"Right now Desiree, you're not a real man, only a broken one pretending to hate the idea of being forcibly feminized. I know you and intend to change your attitude for good, not just short term. I plan on showing you the true advantages of being a woman. So tonight you will have nothing to do but lay there and let me demonstrate how a woman can please another woman, without the need for a yucky penis.
"I plan on training you in the classic arts of womanly seduction and servitude. You will be my Geisha in training. You will learn to be the perfect hostesses. I also plan on being your instructor in all the bedroom wiles of love making. Some may be a bit risqué, but you'll learn to perform them with grace and skills of a high priced whore. It will be a voyage of discovery. I will use you for my amusement. When I'm finished Desiree will be able to attract men and women to her like moths to a flame.
"One more thing, my dear. You will enthusiastically take control of all the everyday wifely duties at home – the cooking, cleaning, and laundry so that I can live the life of leisure."
Steve was practically speechless with rage. "You are one crazy bitch. Let me go right now!"
That was all Phyllis could take she picked a pair of her panties out of the dirty clothes hamper and held them in front of her astonished husband's face and pinched his nose forcing Steve to breathe through his mouth. "I don't think so, I am not interested in your thoughts. I've had to put up with your outlandish, pontificating our entire married life. You'll either keep your mouth shut or I will stuff these in your mouth. I am tired of hearing your incessant whining. Will you be quiet?"
Steve looked at the smelly thing being dangled inches from his face and grimly nodded his agreement.
"Good, it is time Steve learns to see things from the feminine perspective. We have played dress up before, I'll admit those times always amused me, seeing my manly husband prance around the house in his best swishy manner. It demonstrated there is a chance to rehabilitate the Cro-Magnon caveman you have become.
"Now your current condition gives me the opportunity to up the ante. No more games this time it's for keeps and school is in session. You will either graduate from feminization training with honors or I walk out and leave you to deal with your current condition by yourself. What's it to be? You really try and absorb my training or we part company and you can figure out how to survive on your own looking like a man undecided on his sexuality."
Steve's eyes narrowed and he ground his teeth with a clenched jaw. He was stuck and he knew it. He locked gazes with his wife and entered into a staring contest. Neither wanting to be the first to blink. Phyllis could almost see the gears turning as she waited for his response, but she knew that she was looking at a very angry man. Steve couldn't help but wonder if this is how Jack felt when he found himself ensnared into becoming Daisy. He decided that maybe he could learn from Jack and just accept life and endure the best he could. The air was alive with the tension between the two.
Eventually, Steve relaxed and said, "Alright you win. I'll admit I have been a bit of a troglodyte at times. I love you and don't want to lose you. I'll do whatever you want. Under one condition, it is only for the next week. After that things go back to how they were before."
Phyllis laughed so hard she lost control of her bladder and a few drops of pee ran down her thigh.
"Okay it's a deal, if you are able to revert back to your old personality after my training regimen, I won't like it but I'll understand."
She raised up Desiree's head and let him finish the wine in his glass. She took her drink and drained it as well. Both parties were feeling good about this time. She left to refill their drinks, returning with the wine bottle and a pair of scissors from her sewing room. She filled the wine glass and then approached the bed with the shears. Steve was more than a little concerned until Phyllis started cutting off his delicate wear.
"I hate destroying your outfit but I need full access," she said with a devilish smile.
Once she had him as naked and vulnerable as a newborn infant, she started her tutorial in feminine love making. For the next hour, she would bring Desiree to the very brink of nirvana with her tongue and delicate finger tips only to back off before he could climax. When it was obvious that he literally could not take it anymore, Phyllis slithered her hand to his groin, which was now well lubricated with her spittle and started a slow steady pumping action. As he became more aroused she picked up the rhythm to an animal frenzy. He came like he had never before in his life, a wild shriek that tore through the room. Steve glowed with euphoria.
When he had left the beauty parlor, Steve had felt nothing but hate and rage toward Rose. After his wife’s reaction and a night of sexual ecstasy, the vengeful urge no longer had sure footing. Phyllis captured his male essence in the now empty wine glass. His seed filled over half the glass, so Phyllis topped it off the remnants from the wine bottle.
Stirring the concoction with her finger, she straddled her hubby and made herself comfortable without spilling a drop. She was in a festive mood as she looked challengingly into his eyes. She held his head up and put the glass to his lips saying, "A true lover always swallows; this is what's called a shemale cocktail, now drink it all down like a good girl and I'll let you up to use the bathroom."
Steve could only accept defeat as he suppressed his revulsion and managed to consume the entire amount without gagging. He was totally spent, his breathing ragged and his will to resist completely broken. Phyllis slowly untied his limbs and he climbed out of bed and stood on wavering legs to stretch his stiff limbs. She handed her robe to him with instructions to meet her at the kitchen table after his shower.
She went to fix breakfast as he stood under the hot water and washed away the leftovers of a night of blissful sex.
After drying himself off, Steve felt foolish wearing only her Carmeuse robe. But it was cool enough that he needed something so he wrapped it around his body as best that he could and headed for the smell of fresh brewed coffee. Phyllis was seated at the table, drinking a cup of coffee. He stoically walked into the kitchen and sat facing her. She smiled at him seeing his bodacious tatas peeking out from the gap in the robe. Seeing what she was staring at, Steve embarrassingly pulled his robe closed.
Phyllis teased him with, "Don't worry dear, I have a padded ultralight sticky bra that will do wonders for your figure, we'll get to that after we eat."
She slid a cup of steaming coffee to him. He held the robe closed with one hand as he sipped the brew. Phyllis turned in her chair and retrieved from the counter a tall glass with thick green liquid in it. She placed it in front of him.
"What's this?" he asked.
"That's your breakfast. It's a Smoothie which will provide all your needed protein, vitamins and minerals. It is made primarily from tofu, fresh fruit and yogurt – the green color comes from the wheat grass. You're on a liquid diet until we get rid of your spare tire. Now drink up, your housekeeping classes are about to start."
Be vewwy vewwy quiet I'm hunting DUST BUNNIES - Elmer Fudd (and now Steve Garibaldi)
Chapter 28 - Ivan
"Nothing is more despicable than respect based on fear." Albert Camus
Daisy's day began inauspiciously. After a breakfast of tea and toast, he sat at his vanity applying the finishing touches to his makeup. Standing in front of the full length mirror, he closely examined his silhouette and was happy with what he saw. He did a quick review of every detail and saw that Daisy looked pretty, in the cheap sort of way just like Linda directed. Linda stood in the door, her legs spread and her hands on her hips supervising her apprentice in his preparations for the days outing. She gave her trainee a last minute pep talk, it wasn't exactly Knute Rockne, but it served its purpose.
"Daisy remember even if you despise someone, smile when you see them. It puts them at ease and gives you an advantage.
"I want you to tread very carefully around Ivan, he has a short fuse. Remember your prime directive, lure that bug into your web, then we can wrap him up and deliver him to the justice department. Now go find out all you can about him and his associates. Try to gain his confidence. Be warm and flirtatious without throwing yourself at him. Get close enough to his inner circle to learn what he is planning. If that terrorist bastard sneezes, I want to know the color of his handkerchief. Now good luck and keep me informed."
Jack stepped out on the sidewalk in his tight dress and high heels, wearing way too much makeup for a woman going out this time of the morning. He could feel himself hemorrhaging what little was left of his self-respect. His eyes darted back and forth scanning the street. His heart raced, he felt flushed so he paused to lean against a wall where he took a series of deep, measured breaths.
Jack was fatigued and dog-tired, both physically and mentally from the strain of the last months where he had walked his own trail of tears, months, hell it could have been years, time had no meaning. The fresh sent of the ocean breeze was refreshing and helped him relax. A kind of detachment and acceptance settled over him and he headed off toward the club, more afraid of disappointing Linda than dealing with a known killer.
Listening to the sound of his heels echoing off the sidewalk, caused him to question why he was involved in this mind boggling undertaking. Despite what Linda said, he wasn't a spy nor was he a transvestite at heart. He had never volunteered for anything in his life, now here he stood. Neither a true woman nor certainly not a man. Simply an asexual being on his way to work. It was 8 AM and he was headed off to the lion's den. A den of iniquity if what he heard was true.
He walked in a zombie-like trance down the street to the club. Rattling around in his brain was the realization of the daunting task before him. His nerves were frayed from the whirlwind of activity he was trapped in.
At the corner he stopped for a traffic light and it gave him time to think, was he doing this for his country? He tried to convince himself that was at least part of his motivation. He had never felt brave but he did feel a deep sense obligation to his adopted country. In retrospect, his agreement to undertake this assignment was an uninformed decision. In his naiveté, he had trusted Rose, who made one hell of a recruiter, she was a born salesman and he now realized he never stood a chance against her feminine wiles.
He had led an uneventful life up until this opportunity presented itself to Rose. She had convinced him it was his chance for a life do over and that he could really make a difference for his country. He reviewed all she had put him through and had an Ah ha moment. What Rose had done to him was not done out of love or passion, it was simply to satisfy her need for revenge.
He began to wonder if Rose loved him at all. She had really fucked him over by turning him over to an unprincipled government for brainwashing. The vehemence against Rose raised up as he thought, 'The bitch doesn't know the meaning of fidelity. All her actions were self-serving. She knew exactly how to exploit my weakness by using my little head to override my better judgement.'
Jack gave his best feminine pout and held his head high as he realized at the time that he had no real understanding to what he was agreeing to. If he had only known then what he knew now, he wondered if he would again agree to undertake this mission. When he had tried to explain that to Linda she showed no empathy whatsoever for his predicament.
But then again it still came back to Rose. She had hurt him terribly that last day and he had truly hated her for a while. As he had time to think about it though, he realized just how traumatized she had been over her brother's death. She was unable to pursue retaliation on her own, so she needed him to act as her proxy. From her perspective it is a husband's responsibility to take care of his family. Since he lacked the brawn to take on the bad guys physically, she decided his lack of strength could be an asset as a lure to catch a terrorist. Rose was obviously not concerned with the fate of her bait. It was up to him to find a way to wiggle off the hook before he was consumed.
The question remained though: Was he still her husband? Does a piece of paper and a ring make a marriage or is it a spiritual bond between two people? If one of the partners violates the pact does that break the contract? If so, was Jack now a free agent, able to seek love somewhere else? That was a scenario he would have to investigate after his part in the war on terror ends.
He just couldn't grasp the self-image of a soldier marching off to do battle with a terrorist while carrying a tray of drinks, in 5 inch heels and a low cut dress. An amusing thought crossed his mind of John Wayne playing his part in a movie.
He had often told Rose he would do anything for her, even give up his life. He had been raised to believe the only true barometer of how strongly a person loved another was measured by how much they were willing to sacrifice for the other. He glanced down and found he was unable to see his feet. The view was blocked by a womanly chest. In reality, his breasts were just a bit more than a handful; but his padded push up bra produced enough spillage to create the illusion of a well-developed woman.
Jack thought back to the moment he had chosen that bra from the cornucopia of lace and silk that filled his lingerie drawer. He had selected this particular brassiere, not only for the support it provided; but more importantly because it didn't irate his nipples and yet still covered his ever expanding areolas. The damn nipples had been itching and driving him crazy lately. They also had become very sensitive to touch and temperature. Linda had been kind enough to get him a prescription for a hormonal cream. She assured him if he massaged in every day it would reduce the constant irritation.
The first day he stood in the bathroom rubbing the cream into his 'breasts' was the incident that made him grasped the enormity what exactly he had done. He trembled at the thought that the changes of the last few months were merely the beginning. He had given up his life as a husband and traded it for an adventure as a cocktail waitress/spy called Daisy.
A gust of wind blew up the street and ruffled his hair, and bringing him back to the present. For the first time, he noticed a sophisticated looking middle-aged woman standing on the opposite curb also waiting for the light. Obviously a successful business woman, she was exquisitely dressed in a Calvin Klein blazer, with a cowl-neck top and a pencil skirt, carrying a Michael Kors Handbag. The recognition that he knew that scared Jack more than the thought of confronting the terrorist Ivan. As he glanced around the crowed street, he realized he now looked at other woman for what they are wearing more than as a potential sexual partner. He tried to decide when that metamorphosis had occurred but wasn't sure.
The woman was obviously scrutinizing him as she waited. The curled tendrils hanging down just forward of his ears seemed so appropriate sitting at his vanity, now they felt almost childish and drew unwanted attention to his heavily made-up face. This truly tested his antiperspirant; he felt like he was under a microscope. He knew women are more observant than men, particularly when it comes to other woman.
Jack stood with his feet together and his hands demurely crossed in front of him, the way Linda had instructed and tried desperately to appear composed. He felt certain she could detect every small flaw in his feminine presentation. He knew it was only a matter of time until someone would expose his charade.
The light changed and he started across the busy intersection putting an extra wiggle in his walk. He held his breathe as the two passed shoulder to shoulder. With his peripheral vision he detected a knowing grin on her meticulously made-up face. He waited for her to scream 'imposter' and have him arrested. But rather she merely smiled and said, "Love your shoes" and went about her business. He turned his head and over his shoulder in his best soprano voice replied. "Thanks."
It took Jack a minute to regain his composure. Then he realized he had passed his first test, being accepted as an authentic woman in broad daylight. He squared his shoulders and smiled; the Florida sun felt warm on his cheeks and breathed in the refreshing sea air. His spirits soared as he took a mental inventory, he was out on the public streets moving with the grace of a beauty contestant, a set of perky boobs on display, a head full of long blonde hair, manicured finger and toe nails.
He could see no options, his wife had thrown him out and Linda treated him like chattel. His government had hijacked his life and made in very clear they would disavow any knowledge of him if he were caught He was well and truly trapped and he knew it, all he could do was to move forward. If he was going to do this, then he was going to be the best damn Mata Hari HLS had ever seen. He had spent his life being manipulated by women, he had learned from the best. Now it was his turn, he would have Ivan eating out of his hand in no time. In some small way, he felt exhilarated by the opportunity. Daisy the Lionhearted had been loosed, lookout world here she comes.
Daisy reached the club and knew this was the moment of truth. He instinctively checked his reflection in the store front window, patted a stray curl back in place and boldly strolled in and reported for his first day at work.
After a quick stop at his locker to secure his purse, off he went to his assigned station to wait on his first customer.
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Daisy's first encounter with Ivan did not go so well. He had been working at the club for two weeks now and the terrorist still had not appeared. He was beginning to think that he had been shanghaied for nothing and that he would never get out of here.
He had just started his shift and was flitting around the tables serving the various customers. Doug, the bartender, gave him two drinks and instructed the newbie to deliver them to table 23. It was a table outside of his assigned section, but being new, Daisy assumed Doug knew what he was doing.
As he dropped off two drinks at the table, he immediately recognized Ivan the Impaler smiling smugly up at him. Jack was sickened by the lust he saw in Ivan's face. His posse of wide-bodied men, legs the size of small trees and faces only a mother could love, constantly circled Ivan like pilot fish around a great white hoping for crumbs. He turned to walk away and Ivan reached out and pinched his ass.
Daisy reflexively whirled around with catlike grace and contrary to all logic viciously slapped Ivan across the face with an open hand. The sound reverberated off the walls like a gunshot. The club became instantly graveyard silent, Ivan's crew of degenerates moved in mass to surround Daisy. Ivan's nostrils flared, unaccustomed to being treated like this. Everyone in the club waited to see what would happen next. In a nanosecond, Jack knew he had made a mistake, but now was not the time to show fear. Spreading his feet and glaring down at the astonished customer, Daisy sneered and said, 'Mr. Vasilie, I am not just another house whore, if all you're looking for is a quick 'fuck n suck' you're barking up the wrong tree. Take your mangy Cossack ass somewhere else."
Ivan waved the guards away and quickly responded with "Sorry sweet lips. You've got spunk, I like that. I didn't mean to disrespect you, I was just being playful. Can you forgive an ill-behaved, bad mannered old man?"
Ivan reached for Daisy's hand and lifted it up to his mouth for a kiss. Daisy felt a need to curtsy at the gallant gesture so he was caught completely off guard, when Ivan turned the hand over and kissed the palm, not the back, thus turning what could have been a rather magnanimous gesture to something sleazy, saying, "If I said you had a beautiful body, would you hold it against me?"
Daisy giggled and resisted the urge to scratch out his eyes, then with her other hand gently stoked Ivan's red cheek.
"Apology accepted, Mr. Vasilie." Daisy casually turned her back to the pervert and the silver tinkle of her nervous laughter could be heard throughout the club. After he was out of reach, Jack began to breathe again.
Sophie, a statuesque girl who had taken Daisy under her wing, dragged Daisy into the employee changing room. She looked at Daisy, a spark of fear evident in her liquid brown eyes. "Daisy, are you crazy or do you just have a death wish? No one treats Mr. Vasilie that way and lives to see the next sunrise. I suggest you get on your hands and knees and crawl over there and beg for his forgiveness."
"Sophie I appreciate the advice, but back off! The guy was a creep and got what he deserves." Daisy took Sophie by the shoulders and looked her square in the eyes. "Let me tell you something. All of us 'special girls' may have issues, but that doesn't give anyone the right to treat us like a piece of meat. I am not ashamed of what I am. No one can make you feel inferior without your consent. My ex-wife and her kind may be appalled by what I have become, but that is their problem, not mine!"
Jack briefly wondered were these thoughts were coming from but stood up tall and pushed his chest out and went on, "Nature may have mistakenly given me a Y chromosome that merely means my external form is male. That doesn't define who I am on the inside. We should be happy about who we are. After all we are a lot more versatile than those so called real girls."
Sophie blinked at her and said, "What the hell are you talking about?"
Daisy put her hand over her heart, "We have an insight into the male mind that gives us an advantage in life. The famous Chinese military general and philosopher Sun Tzu once said 'If you know your enemies and know yourself, you need not fear'.
"I am proud to put on a bra and panties every day. Let's stop hiding in the shadows and come out into the sunlight. No one will ever accept you until you accept yourself. But with that prideful chest thumping, comes the responsibility of dealing with the potential consequences. I for one am tired of living in fear, so if Ivan kills me so be it. At least my anguish will be over. I will die with my head held high."
Sophie nodded as she took in what Jack had said. She patted him on the shoulder and said, "Good luck girlfriend. Please understand if I don't get real close to you for the rest of the day. I am not prepared to be collateral damage if that Russian mobster has a major melt down. Are we still BFF's?" Jack felt a swelling in his heart he had never had a real best friend before.
Parting, Sophie grabbed Daisy and pulled her close and kissed her full on the lips. Daisy was so shocked she failed to respond. Sophie said, "FYI, That's friends with benefits."
The three musketeers of gossip, Candy, Paula, and Libby, walked in just as the kiss was being administered. Sophie smiled at them as she swept back out to the club. The three girls probed Daisy for an explanation, aside from a blush she refused to address the issue. The rumor that Daisy and Sophie were lovers would stay alive for several weeks, especially as the two of them always took their breaks together and were frequently seen holding hands and sharing conspirator whispers.
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The next day, an edgy Daisy, was delivering two more drinks to Ivan's table where he was playing a game of chess. Daisy stood submissively to the side while Ivan's opponent contemplated a move. Following chess etiquette, Daisy watched the move and waited until he had taken his hand off the piece. Daisy in a voice that was boyishly high snickered at the move. Ivan smiled and looked up at the waitress. Ivan's opponent through clenched jaws spoke in a condescending manner, "Ms. Sweet cheeks, why don't you leave this to the men, go powder you nose or something."
Daisy again fell out of character by saying defiantly, "Don't call me sweet cheeks, I don't like being talked to like that."
Ivan reached for his cheek and said, "Watch this one she is a real spitfire. I speak from experience."
Ignoring the warning, the other man continued. He put his foot in his mouth by saying, "Listen, you little trollop, I will talk to you any way I want!"
Daisy stood balancing the drinks on her serving tray and snapped, "Well Mr. Sweet cheeks, if you ever speak to me that way again, I will personally ensure you never have another opportunity to breed."
Ivan laughed and told his challenger, "Sorry buddy, but she's right. Its mate in two moves, I will add the grand to your tab. Now move along and leave us grownups alone."
The man pushed up from his chair, glared at Daisy, then stormed off. Daisy politely served the two drinks.
Ivan said very respectfully, "Miss, don't mind that riffraff. Do you play?"
"Who little old me? Yeah, I know how the pieces move, though I will admit I get confused sometimes about that horsey looking thing."
Ivan grinned and said, "Sit down and we will play a game."
Confused by the invitation, Daisy was not sure if that was a polite command or a request. Trying to be standoffish and diplomatic she responded, "No I can't, my boss wouldn't like it."
Ivan yelled, "Phil, I want to play a game with your waitress, you got a problem with that?"
"No Mr. Vasilie, take all the time you want."
"Sit down girl, NOW!" Ivan's tone was half-playful and half-menace.
Daisy sat, fixed the hem of his skirt and crossed his legs sexily, hooking his foot behind his calf, like he had practiced a 1,000 times. Daisy struggled to cope with the magnitude of the moment, with the sense of pervasive danger just out of sight but closing in like an invading army. Daisy put her hand on the table and drummed his perfectly manicured nails on the polished surface. Only then did he look at Ivan who sat in a passive-aggressive manner checking his watch to show his displeasure in making him wait.
Ivan handed Daisy a shot of vodka. Ivan said "nostrovia" the traditional Russian toast. Daisy took one sip and answered "Na Zdorovie!" An impressed Ivan threw his own shot down. Daisy sipped hers swishing it around in her mouth before swallowing and then said, "Starka, not a bad brand but I prefer Stolichnaya, but I was raised on Fris. My father would let me sneak a sip from his glass when my mother wasn't looking."
A surprised Ivan laughed and replied, slurring his words from all the strong drink he had been consuming. "I was raised on bootlegged trash made from potatoes, now I only drink the good stuff. I don't find many Americans that appreciate vodka. It is the one thing my country still does well."
Ivan offered his tablemate a cigarette. Daisy took one and held it to his mouth waiting for a light.
"My dear girl, why is your hand shaking, I don't bite."
"I am sorry Mr. Vasilie; it is just that no man has ever lit my cigarette before."
"Call me Ivan, my dear child."
The game began with Daisy having white and the first move. Leaning back in his chair with his lit cigarette, Daisy let the smoke waft from between his painted lips in dainty wisps. Daisy made a production of wrapping his mouth around the tobacco tube and sucking more of the caustic smoke into his mouth. An erotic stain of red lipstick was left on the paper.
During his smoke training Jack had learned that he could draw the smoke into his mouth and exhale it without going through his lungs. Jack was proud of the fact he could now go through the motions without choking on the vile-tasting fumes. Jack's training had focused on more than actually puffing on the cigarette. He learned 'the presentation' was more important than just smoking. How you positioned it in your fingers, how you held your hands; how you drew the cigarette butt into your mouth, how you tapped the ashes, how you held your head, how you exhaled the smoke were all part of the presentation. It wasn't about smoking; it was turning the whole process into a sensuous flirtatious gesture.
Jack contemplated his opening move, alternating between puffs on the cigarette and petite sips on his vodka. Jack finally decided to go with a low risk move and played the classic, Ruy Lopez opening, a cocky Ivan responded with the Berlin Defense.
The game was afoot. Sacrificing a queenside pawn early on, Jack quickly took control of the center of the board. Ivan's black pieces were under considerable pressure until late in the endgame. Jack became distracted playing the seductress and lost concentration. Ivan pounced on this lapse. He forked Daisy's Queen and rook. At that, Daisy uncrossed his legs, reached over and laid his king over in surrender. Standing, as Ivan said "Thanks for the game Daisy."
A shocked Jack said "How did you know my name?"
Ivan answered "I have known everything about you from the time you started working here. For example, I know you are a ranked chess player and that your wife really did a job on you. From what I hear, she and your old boss have become an item around town, I even acquired a picture of them swapping spit at a recent business function."
With a great deal of emotion in his voice, Jack responded, "Yes sir, that bitch set me up real good. Just because she couldn't handle my little 'hobby', she felt justified in ridiculing me in public! As far as my old boss goes, she deserves that wanker."
As a single tear ran down Jack's cheek, Ivan said, "It appears that you still have very strong feelings for that woman."
Taking a minute to compose himself, Jack responded, "Yes Mr. Vasil…Ivan, I guess I still have feelings for her. There is a fine line between love and hate. I will admit I still love the woman I married, but I have developed a deep loathing for the person she became."
With a heavy heart, Daisy got up and went back to work, but a bond had been formed between the two that would continue to grow over the ensuing weeks.
Daisy retreated to the back of the club. His colleagues squealed in delight as Jack left his tête-à-tête with Ivan.
Daisy and Ivan played many other times over the coming weeks, Daisy never won, but was always able to compete with the Russian. They would talk during the games, mostly about gourmet cooking and classical music, but generally they just chatted and became friends.
When football season arrived, Daisy was delivering Ivan a drink and stood for a moment to watch the game. Ivan looked up and asked, "Are you a football fan?"
Daisy quipped, "I have always dreamed of becoming an athletic supporter."
Amused by the response, Ivan invited Daisy to sit with him for the game. Ivan was flabbergasted at the amount of trivia Daisy knew about both teams, one of which was his beloved Buccaneers'. Now in addition to chess games, Daisy became a regular for the football matches. What Ivan never figured out was the preparation Jack put in studying each of the teams statistics. Thanks to Linda, the night before every game was a cram session.
Daisy enjoyed the time off her feet, but Ivan's attentions soon became a problem. He would order snacks during the game and make it a point to hand feed Daisy tiny morsels. Each feeding was accompanied by Ivan's fingers just ever so lightly touching Daisy's lips. Jack found the feathery touches to be an extremely intimate experience. Although he would frequently deny it, Jack in fact found it sexually stimulating. But it was Ivan's wondering hands that made Jack the most uncomfortable.
Ivan was anything but subtle; Daisy never gave him an ultimatum, but handled each incident with a light girly slap on the wrist and a pretty little laugh. It was the disrespectful way Ivan treated Daisy that upset him the most. It often got his ire up. Jack would never admit it but deep down what he really wanted was to be treated like a lady.
The closer Daisy's relationship with Ivan became, the less trouble Jack had with the other customers. Ivan's rogues' gallery of cutthroats avoided Daisy like the plague. Even strangers seem to know instinctively to mind their manners. The disparaging comments and crude sexual innuendos continued, but it was a very rare occasion that anyone made any physical contact.
Jack actually began looking forward to his daily shift. The work was certainly low stress and, as much as Jack hated to admit it, he enjoyed getting all dolled up every day. He luxuriated in the feel of the soft materials. He even made friends with several of the other girls. They were initially a bit cliquish, always talking among themselves about girly issues like lingerie, hair, makeup, nail polish, the best way to give head, or that all important subject, shoes. Jack had a real advantage over the others with his stable of professional tutors, so by butting in with pertinent comments from time to time Jack slowly won acceptance among the other transvestite waitresses.
One day, Ivan joked, "I don't understand you Americans. What would you say if I asked to feel your melons? I walked into the greengrocers and ask the female assistant if it's OK to squeeze her "melons" and she slapped me."
His playful repartee, found a warm reception, Daisy giggled like a mischievous school girl. Unexpectedly, the sexual entendre caused Jack's nipples to harden. He wondered what he would say if Ivan wanted to cop a feel. It also cost Jack more than one night's sleep as he tried to come to terms with his new perspective on life.
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Chapter 29 - Plans Are Hatched
Do your own thinking independently. Be the chess player, not the chess piece.
Daisy arrived back at the apartment and, as was normal, filled Linda in on everything she had observed during her shift. Today she was excited because a new player had shown up at the club: A dark-skinned bearded man, with long greasy hair who looked like he had just learned to walk upright. Ivan had greeted him like a long lost relative and even Ivan's bodyguards were deferential to this guy.
He and Ivan went off together and talked for several hours. Under the pretense of taking a drink order Daisy had approached to eavesdrop. Ivan noticed her and waved her away before she could hear anything. Daisy gave Linda a description of the man, but was unable to provide any useful intelligence. Linda added the information to her report. Daisy had been very successful in establishing a detailed profile of the men who Ivan associated with.
Linda waited patiently for the end of Daisy's report. Unable to contain herself any longer she sat Daisy down for a chat, "Listen to me, something big has come up concerning your mission, it took the FBI a while but they found his last girlfriend a young man – a lifelong cross dresser Ivan named Lusty Laura, who is now living in Denver. She told us that being a mobster's plaything was not all fun and games. At first, they spent every night partying with lots of the beautiful people, plenty of booze and drugs. Ivan lavished her with gifts, jewelry, clothes, perfumes, and even furs."
Linda saw the relieved look on Daisy's face and had to put a stop to that right away. "Listen to me, that all changed in a heartbeat. Daisy, this is serious business, one mistake and we may find you thrown out with the trash! Laura told us that Ivan keeps a PC in his cabin aboard his yacht. Laura, who in his previous life was a married computer programmer, stated to his interrogators the computer was password protected.
"Laura says that his downfall came one day when Ivan had been drinking heavily. After a robust bout of sex, he left the cabin to find a fresh bottle of Vodka and had left the computer logged on. While Ivan was out, Laura went to the computer to see what Ivan was so paranoid about. Laura had just gotten into his documents folder when Ivan returned and found him sitting in front of the computer.
"Ivan went berserk and dragged him away from the computer by his hair. Ivan beat on him to a point that Laura was knocked out. He woke up in a Mexican clinic that Laura recognized as the same one he had been taken to for his feminine remodeling and the pièce de résistance, his leviathan sized breast implants.
"However, instead of giving this time, they took away. He was castrated and shipped back to Miami. Upon HER return, Laura begged for forgiveness. The bastard laughed in her face and had his henchman drug her and put the newly minted eunuch on a bus for Phoenix with no money and a dildo stuffed up her ass. Before she fell out of favor, Ivan had cosmetic improvements done to Laura, which made her not only passable but eye-catchingly beautiful. As a result, Laura was attractive enough to initially get a job in a swank bordello that catered to the kink crowd. Being an attractive shemale she did a thriving business until she got canned for stealing from one of her customers. She has been in and out of mental wards and now makes a living working the streets selling her services.
"Based on her information, the tech guys have come up with this little gem, a byproduct of the cold-war."
Linda showed Daisy a tiny electronic device about the size of a dime. Linda explained, "All you do is peel the tape off the back and stick it to the underside of his laptop computer. It will capture every keystroke made, thus stealing all of his logon passwords. Then, at some future time, we combine it with a special thumb drive allowing us full access to the hard drive."
With a mischievous grin Linda said, "All we have to do is get you aboard his ship so you can place this on his computer."
"Daisy, I know you have been very friendly with Ivan. Recent intercepts indicate he is planning a dinner party on his yacht. You need to try and get an invitation. I've been telling you to play hard to get. Well this changes everything; we need to up the stakes. I now want you to flirt with Ivan every chance you get, make him think you are not only available but willing. We will get you the complete layout of the ship. Once aboard the ship all you have to do is find a way into his bedroom so you can plant this little device. Do you have any questions?"
"What exactly do you mean available?"
"Don't be naïve, you're a big girl. We have been over this. You'll do whatever it takes!"
Jack suddenly felt cheap and worthless, he knew this moment had been coming but it still made him feel emotionally destroyed, and like a cheap sex object. He sadly inquired, "That sounds extremely dangerous. How do I get the bug aboard the boat without getting caught?"
"Daisy let me worry about that. You just concentrate on getting invited to the party. I have it all figured out, in the end it won't be a problem."
Daisy started for her room and unexpectedly stopped, she turned back to Linda and pleaded, "Please, tell me, what your plan is!"
Linda thought for a moment and decided Daisy was well enough conditioned to be let in on this part of the plan. "Okay come with me, I'll show you. Laura told us she was searched from stem to stern every time she was invited on the ship. That only leaves us one choice for smuggling something this size aboard."
Linda led Daisy into the bathroom and took out a box of tampons from the cabinet. Jack's mind was working at high-speed and a thrill of fright went through him. "Linda, what the hell are those for? Please tell me it isn't what I think."
Linda looked Jack in the eyes. "Daisy, you need to get something onboard the ship. From what we know about Ivan's security this is the only way. This is low tech, smuggling 101. Just watch me and then we will get to your participation."
She quickly removed her skirt and panties, standing before Jack in just her garter that held up her sheer nylons. Jack beheld Linda's deliciously bare crotch and remembered sadly the last time he had had sex as a man. He didn't really register the fact that there was no response from his restrained cock. He quickly looked up to Linda's face before she realized that he had been admiring her. He did not want her punishing him.
"Do you know how to use one of these? Probably not; so let me show you how these work. First, we put this little tech device inside this specially designed hollowed out tampon. Then, I spread my pussy lips to open my vagina. I place the applicator at the opening and gently insert it, pushing slightly toward my back. First timers sometimes feel a little discomfort, but that soon stops. Now I take the little string here and hold it against the outside of the plunger and push with a nice steady pressure." You can feel the tampon enter as you depress the plunger. Okay, once it's all the way in. I release my finger on the string and slowly withdraw the applicator like this. See how the string slides through the applicator? When I'm done the string hangs down. Next you'll want to give the string a little tug just to make sure the tampon is properly in place. There should be just a slight resistance."
Linda stood up erect and spread her arms and legs, proudly displaying the telltale white thread between her legs. "See, that's all there is to it! We have these specially made tampons that are hollow and ideal for concealing small devices. Now it's your turn."
Jack blinked at her for a moment. "But I don't have…what you have. Men aren't built for those kinds of things."
She looked at him as he were actually as dim as he seemed. "I know that silly, the great thing about these devices is they work in any dark orifice."
Jack started to object, but Linda cut him off with, "Don't be such a baby, lots of men have incontinence problems, just think of it like that." She got right in his face and said, "To ensure you don't give away that there is something secreted in your special hidey-hole, I want you to become accustomed to wearing these. Every morning, I will watch you put one in. In no time it will become second nature, trust me."
"Yuck, Linda this whole thing scares me shitless." This was just one more humiliation that Linda was visiting upon him.
Smirking, Linda replied, "If you are wearing one of these up your bum, I would recommend that. Just wait until you are home to do your business."
Jack put the applicator at the entrance to his lubricated asshole and paused. He pushed upward on the inner tube, missing the cavity he was shooting for and the tube dropped to the floor between his legs.
Watching Daisy's first clumsy attempts at inserting the tampon had Linda laughing so hard she couldn't breathe.
Jack's second attempt finally produced the white string hanging out his boy hole.
"All right Linda I have finally got it in, now how do I get to his stateroom without raising suspicion?"
"Let me pass long on old military maxim; you improvise, adapt, and overcome. If you screw this up, you'll be fucked more ways than one. But I promise I'll give the eulogy at your funeral."
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The next day was Saturday. Daisy did not have any tutorial sessions scheduled; nevertheless he dutifully cleaned the apartment to Linda's exacting standards. Meanwhile across town, Phyllis had her husband take a long hot perfumed bubble bath. While still in the bath, Phyllis delivered his liquid breakfast, of tea and a protein shake which this morning was heavily laced with diuretics to encourage frequent urination.
Steve was stopped dead in his tracks when he saw what was laid out on the bed. "What's that?"
Phyllis had a grin as wide as the Grand Canyon. "Oh you'll really enjoy this disguise, well more accurately I'll enjoy it.
"I positively guarantee no one would ever think that you're a man when you're wearing it. It's a technical miracle called the Empathy Belly Pregnancy Simulator. This will let you know what it feels like to be pregnant! It is a multi-component, weighted garment that will, through medically accurate simulation, enable you to experience over 20 symptoms and effects of pregnancy, including weight gain. With the straps firmly synched you will only be able to take shallow breaths thus causing shortness of breath, that most expected mothers go through. It will even increase your blood pressure, pulse and body temperature."
Phyllis poked the mound of padding that constituted the bulk of the contraption. There was very little give to it.
"The positioning of the weight, over 30 pounds if I remember correctly, will cause increased bladder pressure, which in turn will created the need for frequent urination. You'll experience low backaches because of the shift in center of gravity, walking will become more of a waddle. You'll fatigue easily and best of all you get to appreciate the pleasure of carrying around dropping breasts the weight of small dumbbells and the size of soccer balls. The only thing it doesn't replicate is swollen feet, I'll take care of that by having you wear shoes a size too small."
Steve vehemently objected, "This is over kill. I only need a disguise, I don't need all that other stuff."
Phyllis sat down on the bed. She knew that the next few hours were going to be physical and emotional torture for Steve, but none of it was permanent. This was something that she hoped would be the start of Steve's reconstruction as a man and as a member of the human race.
"Honey, listen to me. You are the one that told me you were being followed. You said it was critical that no-one connects you to this Rose woman. Even if someone saw you coming home in your teenybopper regalia, the last thing they would be looking for is an expectant mother. This getup will have you looking and acting like a woman in her third trimester."
Still not convinced Steve continued to object, "I can just add padding, a pillow perhaps."
"You can't possibly be that dumb! Steve you've run undercover ops. Being knocked up is not something you can fake with a feather pillow stuffed under your shirt. It will only be believable if you are fully immersed in your character, you need to know what it like is to be a woman during spawning season!"
Steve was furious, the veins in his neck stood out. Phyllis tried to settle Vesuvius down before it could erupt. "Relax dear don't go getting all Pregzilla on me!"
"This is the real genius of my plan. Rose and I have agreed on an ideal meeting place where we will be able to ensure our privacy."
"You’ve talked to Rose? How?" Contact between Phyllis and Rose could be as dangerous as if he were calling her.
"Of course I have. I found her contact information in your cell phone. By the way, using your birthday as your unlock code isn’t the brightest idea. I used my cell phone to call her and not yours. Rose and I had a nice chat and decided that even if a thug was to tail any of us, no mobster is going into a woman's sanctuary like a maternity shop. If they did, they would stick out. Let's get you dressed we're to meet Rose at Babies-R-Us in thirty minutes."
Phyllis handed Steve a pair of control top panty hose. "Start with these dear; make sure you tuck your male parts back out of sight."
Steve stood and pulled up the pantyhose. Phyllis approached from his front and stuffed a maxi pad between his legs. "What is that for?"
"Woman in your condition often have a problem with incontinence, this will catch any unplanned leakage."
The stockings firmly in place, Phyllis made him put on a pair of pink lace panties over the top of the hose, knowing he was going to have a hell of a hard time when he had to use the toilet. She then gleefully helped Steve into the simulation suit.
His blossoming boobs fit nicely into the faux breast cavities. To ensure his breasts would react to the suit's movements, Phyllis copiously coated the cavities with adhesive. She added a dab on his sensitive nipples and areolas so every movement would pull on them. Phyllis explained this was necessary to add realism. This way he would react like his breasts had feeling and weren't just two large airbags attached to his chest. Phyllis stood and made the newly christened Desiree promenade around the bedroom several times.
The suit worked better than she had hoped. The randomness of the movements of his exposed belly and breast were perfect for Phyllis's purposes. They appeared to always be a half step behind his movements. When Desiree tried to stand up straight and walk in his normal manly manner, his breasts swung back and forth wildly and looked like the balls of a cheap executive pendulum toy. Phyllis smiled at her husband's reaction when he felt the tug on his sensitive breasts as the suits tits bobbed up and down and swung from side to side. Desiree folded his arms across his chest in an attempt to control their undulation, it was almost comical. To control their motion he tried walking hunched over. In this position the breasts almost touched his protruding tummy.
Phyllis finally took pity on him and showed him if he stood up straight, with his arms at his side and took slow small gliding steps, the massive oscillation of his boobs and belly were kept to a minimum. She held up the maternity dress and said, "It's hard to dress stylishly with a large belly bump so I found the most feminine outfit available for a woman…of your dimensions."
"But my God, it's all pink and covered in lace."
"Exactly, but don't worry I'm sure it'll fit, I bought the big Momma size."
Phyllis laughed a little too loudly from Steve’s standpoint and said, "Being a knee length skirt, you'll have to keep your knees together when you sit to keep from flashing everyone."
"Isn't that over the top girlie?"
"Exactly, aside from protecting your real identity, it might just teach you something about what we women have to go though. You are the one that wants a family. The next time you ask for a baby I want you to remember this experience. Now get your purse, run a comb through your hair and put on some lip gloss. We don't want to be late. We'll take my car since you left yours a block away."
It took a shoehorn to wedge Steve's feet into his loafers. Steve stood in front of the full length mirror and looked at himself from every angle. Finally he faced the looking glass full on and rubbed his hands across his extended belly and thought 'I hate to admit it but Phyllis might be right; no one would ever think there is a man behind all this silicon padding. '
Phyllis laughed so hard she had tears in her eye's watching her husband trying to wedge his rotund belly into her compact car. He was really huffing and puffing by the time he got his seat belt on and adjusted between his two massive melons.
For all of the meanness she knew she was subjecting her husband to, Phyllis did feel sorry for Steve. She knew that he was a good man at heart, but he had changed over the years and she was sure that his job was to blame. He really did not merit the torture she was subjecting him to, but this humiliation would be short-lived and would bring some of his upset over his developing bust into perspective.
She would make it up to him tonight when she helped him out of the torture device she had just strapped him into. It was sad that he, like all men, considered the thought of being in that kind of condition as so awful. It was something that she was becoming more and more ready for herself.
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Meanwhile Daisy was going through his own ordeal, his feminine hygiene product firmly in place Daisy combed his hair in a sexy side swept bangs style, and applied her new sequined eye shadow. Coating her lips with a scarlet lipstick he decided on wearing his most tawdry top, a sexy, loose fitting chiffon blouse with a deep v cut neckline, which accentuated his limited assets to their maximum. Daisy knew if this outfit didn't get Ivan's motor running nothing would. Unfortunately he still had to get to the club. Daisy's walk to the club attracted a great deal of unwanted attention. He felt relieved when he finally reached the security of the club. Daisy had just started his shift when in walked Ivan with his entourage. Ivan assumed his normal seat while his body guards spread out throughout the clubs and in Daisy's opinion they spent more time ogling and flirting with the waitresses than scanning for possible threats. A fact he made a point of to report to Linda.
Upon seeing Ivan, Daisy locked eyes and sashayed over to him determined to play the stereotypical blonde bimbo. Daisy lightly rested his hand on Ivan's forearm and licked his painted lips. Ivan immediately invited her to play a game of chess. Daisy sat and crossed his nylon-encased legs at the thigh, a pump dangling from the tips of his manicured toes. Daisy played with his hair as he contemplated each move. Half way through the game Daisy captured one of Ivan's bishops. Unable to beat Ivan using conventional tactics, Daisy decided to use his womanly wiles. Rather than place the piece on the board, Daisy leaned over the board towards Ivan and played with the piece between his fingers, slowly caressing it up and down its length. Then Daisy brought the cylindrical piece to his mouth and was sucking on the piece, pumping the slender tube in and out of his mouth. Ivan looked up and realized his opponent was trying to distract him so he firmly told Daisy to "KNOCK IT OFF!" A startled Daisy said, "Yes my liege" then clumsily dropped the piece. It plunged exactly where Daisy intended and disappeared into his cleavage. Making a real show of it, Daisy spent several minutes fishing for the missing piece. Producing the lipstick stained chess member, Daisy said "Gotcha you slippery little bastard!"
An amused Ivan, replied, "It's probably a good thing your bosom is not in full bloom or we would be here all day.
In response, Daisy reached up with both hands and rearranged her breasts. Giggling Daisy countered with, "Admittedly I am mammary challenged. But if you think small can't be effective, you have never been trapped in a bedroom with a mosquito. Besides haven't you heard anything over a mouthful is wasted?"
Ivan laughed and said, "Daisy you are a diamond in the rough, your naïveté is a breath of fresh air. Whoever said that foolish thing has never titty-fucked a large breasted woman."
Daisy's dramatic performance was not in vain, aside from losing the game. The first thing the next morning a messenger delivered an invitation for a dinner party on Friday night aboard Ivan's yacht.
"A woman's best friend is a purse full of condoms, tampons and maxi pads."
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Chapter 30 - Kidnapped
Daisy wanted to make a good impression on whoever Ivan had invited to the party on his yacht. If she looked too shabby or slutty, it could mean that the work she had done to get close to Ivan could go down the drain.
She dressed in a white off-the-shoulder chiffon chevron shift dress and pulled on her calf length lace-up suede boots that she thought were so soft and dreamy. She nervously stood for one final inspection in front of her mentor – or more properly her tormentor. Satisfied that Daisy was as desirable as a piece of ripe fruit, Linda gave her final approval.
She handed Daisy a cell phone and reminded her to make Ivan happy. Daisy took the phone, sliding it into her bra rather than put it in her purse. Linda took Daisy by the hand and led her toward the door where she issued her final ominous warning.
"Whatever else you do, find that computer. Daisy, you need to have the wherewithal to remain calm and not get hysterical in a crisis. Call if it gets too dicey, I will show up with the 7th Calvary. But it better not reach that point, we have too many months involved in this operations to blow, just because he wants a blow job from you. Get me? I have spent months teaching you all the customary feminine wiles. No more playing the shy maiden, this is nearing the endgame; we need you to be a real seductress."
"You want me to act like a tramp?"
"Heavens no, just the opposite, you are not a jezebel. As a world class philanderer, Ivan can have any bimbo he wants. You are different because you haven't thrown yourself at him. Simply make Ivan believe you are there enthusiastically. Flirt with him, get him to believe you actually find him attractive, as a potential long term companion, not just as a rich sugar daddy."
The statement was delivered with a stern undertone. Linda walked Daisy down to a waiting cab. Closed the door and waved goodbye. It was with a sort of parental pride that Linda immediately reported Daisy's departure to her contact and asked that the government put the boat under surveillance. Steve noted the need but related it was too dangerous to monitor the yacht club where it was currently moored; so as far as he was concerned Daisy was on her own.
The taxi dropped Daisy at the head of the pier at the marina. She scanned the area as she got out of the cab, looking for other guests. Not seeing anyone who appeared to be a guest, she checked her watch, but saw that she was right on time. She thought, 'Strange the entire marina looks deserted aside from the crews working on the luxury yachts.' In her best optimistic frame of mind she assumed, 'Well maybe everyone is aboard and below decks already.'
She identified several crewmen who had stopped working to gawk at her so she decided to put on her best diva performance. Daisy used his dancing training and put on a command performance that would have made Gypsy Rose Lee proud. He felt compelled to make a kick ass first impression. Despite his fear, he confidently strolled up the pier, his hips swaying from side to side, his chest pushed out, shoulders back, arms swung loosely, and weight on his heels his toes pointed straight ahead. Head held high, stomach in and derriere pulled flat. Daisy led with his boobs and swayed his hips as he moved as smoothly and gracefully as a stripper. The click of his Prada heels made a distinctive sound resounding throughout the peaceful quay. Jack could feel every eye within the yacht club watching and judging him.
Anatoli, Ivan's first mate, was on the quarterdeck watching for his boss's guest. Upon seeing the woman exit the yellow cab, he immediately sent for Ivan. Who was there before the woman reached the forward gangway. "Boss, your latest bimbo is here." Which earned him a slap upside the head.
"My friend you are wrong, this one's different; she's the perfect trifecta. She may be a blond and beautiful but she's also got brains. Not the submissive big breasted bimbo I normally prefer, but we'll get her there you wait and see."
Anatoli was momentarily confused by his boss's use of the feminine pronoun. All the crew were aware of the Ivan's predilection for young sissified boys, compared to real woman.
Ivan met Daisy at the head of the gangplank wearing only bathing trunks. Ivan smiled like a maniac. He stood resting his hands on his rotund belly. Daisy stood at the foot of the gangway, looking like a model on the cover of a romance novel sauntering up the footbridge with sexy crossover steps toes point forward displaying as much sex appeal as he could muster; he tried to control the tremor of fear that gripped his heart.
She recoiled at the image of the furry beast in front of her and, without thinking, Daisy mumbled "Yuck, icky." He managed to keep from saying his next thought though. 'How repulsive, even his feet are covered in hair.' Jack recovered quickly and batted his heavily mascaraed eyelashes at Ivan. He gave him a radiant smile and joked, "Excuse me Mr. Sasquatch; I'm here to visit Ivan."
Ivan chuckled at the small joke and said "After security has checked you out we can get to know each other a little better."
"There is nothing I would like better; but you said it was a party, where are there other quests?" Questioned an anxious Daisy.
"Relax my dear, it is just us this time, you are not ready to debut for my friends. We have some work to do first."
A couple of very serious looking men escorted Daisy into a side room where he was ordered to strip down to his underwear. His clothing and handbag were thoroughly examined. One man passed a metal detector over and around his private parts. The guard found the cell phone hidden in his bra and confiscated it. The cellphone was his safety net. Daisy felt like his umbilical cord to Linda had been cut. Now he truly was on his own.
Because he had tried to smuggle the cell phone onboard, the very angry security detail demanded a complete strip search. Jack had to peel off his breast forms. These were given a thorough examination and eventually sent through an x-ray machine and returned. The guard was obviously a professional as he showed very little surprise when Daisy pulled down his pink ruffled panties revealing little Willie and his two friends. The guard bent over to closely examine the two hormone patches attached to Daisy's thigh, hiding behind Jack's ball sack. The guard was flustered when little Willie started to respond to the guard's probing hands. As Willie stated to come to attention, the guard lost his interest in the intimate body parts and he failed to examine what was hidden up the visitors' rectum. Jack made a mental note to lose the patches next time; they only attracted attention where it wasn't wanted.
Daisy got redressed, plastered a smile on his face, pulled down on the shoulder straps to expose more cleavage, and braced himself for whatever was to come next. Ivan greeted his guest with, "Hello Daisy, welcome to my boat and your maiden voyage. I know my reputation of being a hoodlum, but nothing could be further from the truth. I’m merely an honest businessman."
Daisy looked on in stunned disbelief. Ivan took her hand and said, "I would prefer you think of me as a Magic Genie all you have to do is rub my pole and I’ll grant you a wish."
Daisy took Ivan's arm and nonchalantly let her boob brush lightly against his bare arm. And let him give her a grand tour of the boat. Ivan, a fragrant cigar clenched between his teeth, led Daisy on a dizzying tour of the opulently appointed warren of passageways. Finally arriving at his stateroom with its hand-carved mahogany door, Ivan took the slim black smoking stub from his mouth and crushed it into a pulpy mound in the ashtray sitting on a teak table outside his cabin.
He proudly escorted Daisy into his 'holy of holies.' The bedchamber was dominated by a huge oversized bunk, but Jack's attention was drawn to the PC setup on a small built-in desk in the corner of the room. Daisy asked to use the head to freshen up after her encounter with security. Once provided with privacy, Jack painfully retrieved a small device from a tampon in his rectum. Activating the memory chip he palmed the device like he was taught. He fluffed up his boobs, to get maximum exposure and exited the head. Daisy casually strolled over to the desktop computer with a big smile plastered on his face. He tried his best to play the hare-brained bimbo. He lifted the keyboard admiring all the many pretty buttons, while he attached the monitoring device to the undercarriage. Ivan had not been in the room when Daisy came out of the head, the clip-clop of his heels reverberating through the room attracted his attention. As he came back into the stateroom, he saw Daisy at his desk and yelled at Daisy to "GET AWAY!" Slowly lowering the keyboard, Daisy absentmindedly played with his hair, bit his plump lower lip and wiggled his hips just more than normal as het went and sat on the edge of the bed. Playing the dumb blonde to the hilt, he bounced up and down on it like a small child giggling all the time, not letting on how nervous Ivan's shout had made him.
Ivan grabbed his latest plaything by the hand and the two backed out of the stateroom into the adjoining room. Ivan announced that this was to be Daisy's boudoir.
Concerned, Daisy inquired, "I'm here for a diner party why would I need a room?"
"You never know when you might need to freshen up. I just wanted to give you a sanctuary where you can go. It is stocked with every conceivable feminine embellishment. Bathing suits, a change of clothes, fresh lingerie, a large assortment of outfits, even a fur coat for when there is a chill in the air. The head has a full shower and is fully stocked with every conceivable beauty product." Then he twisted into a devilish grin, "There is even a chest of 'Adult toys' conveniently located under your bunk."
Ivan gestured and said, "Have a look around while I go get us something to drink." Daisy took the opportunity to survey the room's contents.
Upon returning, Ivan offered Daisy her usual glass of Vodka and insisted she throw the whole shot down. It seemed a bit odd, but Jack did so. He immediately regretted it as the room began to sway and his vision faded to black. A smiling Ivan caught his guest and gently placed him on the bed. Ivan picked up the phone in the cabin and ordered his captain to weigh anchor and to head for Mexico at maximum speed.
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While Jack was in La La land waiting his waterloo with the terrorist Ivan that was fast approaching, Steve was confronting his own dilemma.
Phyllis pulled into the mall parking lot and parked in a spot reserved for expected mothers. She ran around the car and had to help Desiree to her feet. "Come on Dear we don't want to be late do we?" Phyllis threw her husband's purse at him and latched onto his manicured hand to tow him to the mall entrance. Steve was really laboring in the suit and was perspiring freely.
Once in the doors, he leaned against the door frame to catch his breath as Phillis searched the mall map. He would have loved to sit, his feet were already killing him but an excited Phyllis returned with spring to her step. "Come on Oh mother to be, we have time for one quick stop."
"I'm not going anywhere!"
Phyllis got right up in his face at least as close as she could get with his protruding belly. She dangled the car keys in front of his face and whispered in an angry tone, "Now you listen to me, missy! You'll do what I say when I say it. Or I will get in the car and leave you here to fend for yourself. Since your purse has no money or credit cards, I have no idea how you'd get home."
Steve opened his purse and found only a hankie, a compact, a tube of red lipstick and a comb. With a heavy sigh, he conceded to his wife's demands. "Alright you win, where are we going?"
"I decided a mature woman like you really shouldn't be wearing clip on earrings, so we're going to get your ears pierced. Isn't that exciting?" Her tone of voice was sarcastically excited. She knew how her husband felt about all this, but that did not matter. School was in session to teach him what it truly meant to be a female.
"Oh goody, I'm the luckiest guy alive." Sadly for Steve, his response was equally unexcited.
"Alright smart ass, that negative comment just earned you double piercings in each ear. Want to try for a triple? You'll get your ears pierced and be enthusiastic about it or suffer the consequences." The man's obstinacy needed to be broken down and she was going to do it, one way or another.
Phyllis led the demoralized faux mom off into a cluster of kiosks selling jewelry, hair products and finally a stall that advertised free piercing with the purchase of two pairs of earrings. The stall was manned by a bubblegum chewing teenager, with enough metal on her face to set off airport security. She rushed over to assist her customers, "How may I help you ladies today? I don't get many...mature women."
Phyllis pushed Desiree to the front, saying "My friend wants to get her ears double pierced. We are in kind of a hurry."
It took the two of them to help Steve get his plump body up on a stool. The young girl smiled at Steve and said "It looks like you are about ready to deliver. Your husband must be very excited."
Phyllis leaned in and said in a loud voice, "Desiree here doesn't have a husband. Just between us girls, I don't think she even knows who the father is; she has a well-earned reputation for being promiscuous. You see before her condition started to show she was a real party animal. I have heard it said she really knows what men like, isn't that right Desiree?"
Steve sat mute, until Phyllis glared at him and again said in a firm voice, "Isn't that right."
His cheeks turned cherry red as he replied in his best feminine voice, "Yes, I do seem to have an insight into what men enjoy."
The young girl went to work, marking his ears and leaned in and confided, "You should consider getting your tongue pierced. When I wear my tongue piercing and go down on my boyfriend it drives him wild."
Phyllis grinned from ear to ear, she placed her hand on Steve's crotch as she replied for her embarrassed husband, "Thanks for the advice; we'll keep your suggestion in mind. But Desiree already considers herself an expert at fellatio. She claims she knows more about blow jobs than any woman alive."
Steve stared at his wife with pleading eyes. Phyllis smirked not bothering to hide her distain for the man in the mommy suit. Pop, pop, pop and pop his ears were pierced with large rhinestone starters. The clerk handed Desiree a brochure on the care and cleaning of his new piercings. Steve sat disheartened while Phyllis picked out four pair of earrings for her husband. Each designed to attract the maximum attention. Phyllis carefully placed her purchases into Desiree's purse, handed it to him and then helped her husband down off his perch. Feeling a bit lightheaded, Steve's first few steps were ungainly and almost stumbling. He had to hang onto Phyllis for stability.
Phyllis headed off for the baby store, with Desiree struggling to keep up. Finally Steve reached out for his wife and said wait. He did a little hoppy dance and confided to Phyllis "We have a major problem!"
Phyllis gave a sigh and figured this was just Steve's way of stalling. "What's it now?"
"I have to pee, I'm in agony. I've been holding it as long as I can. Please can't we just go home?"
Phyllis looked around and said, "No problem the woman's lavatory is just ahead." She thought to herself, 'Thank God, I was beginning to think those water pills wouldn't work. I am sure this will not be our only pit stop. On the way home I plan to stop at least once at a gas station to expose him to the nightmare of a nasty toilet.'
"Are you out of your mind I can't go in there? Imagine what would happen if my true identity was discovered?"
"Dear, don't be a dope. Look at yourself. If you went into the men's room you would create a real commotion. I guarantee, as long as your keep your mouth shut, in that getup no one will ever question your authenticity. Come on, I'll duck in first to make sure the coast is clear. Then I'll stand guard to protect your privacy. "
Steve handed Phyllis his purse and waddled into the lavatory before he had an accident. After struggling to get his dress up and pantyhose down, Steve sat and realized just how easy men really had it. He could hear his wife turn away a woman with the story this restroom was temporarily out of commission. Standing up proved to be a bit of a problem the pantyhose had his ankles shacked. His enormous bulk and low center of gravity made standing even more problematic. He was actually glad to be able to sit down and give his feet a little bit of a rest. Luckily he had selected the handicap stall and needed the safety bars to get back on his feet. He adjusted his hose, pulled down his skirt opened the stall door and check to ensure he was still alone and walked to the sinks to wash his hands and shuffle back out to rejoin his wife. She met him at the door and handed him his purse with orders to return and fix his lips, his lipstick was starting to wear off.
Steve grumbled and was about to disagree when Phyllis gave him the raised eyebrow and stare of death that meant she was in no mode to argue. He took the purse and went to the first mirror. He applied a heavy coat of the waxy substance to his lips and was secretly pleased with what he saw before him. It was when he put the lipstick away that he saw what else his purse contained.
He hurried back out and intended to have words with his wife, "That's not funny!"
Phyllis played dumb and replied. "Why whatever are you talking about."
"In my purse!"
Phyllis was really enjoying herself, "What about your purse?"
"You put two of those woman hygiene things in there."
"Come on dear. You're a full grown woman. I am sure your mother had the talk with you. Come on you can say it, T-A-M-P-O-N tampon. Every woman carries them in her purse for emergencies."
"Damn you Phyllis, look at me! I may not be an expert but woman in my condition don't have a need for those things."
"Alright I'll concede that to you, but I can't tell you how many times I've been asked if I had an extra tampon because a woman in the next stall didn't have one."
Steve felt lightheaded appalled and disgusted. "You can't tell me that women, complete strangers, talk about something so personal in the bathroom."
"Honey, I'm not trying to embarrass you, just educate you. Woman and men are different, one is not superior to the other, just different. This little experiment is intended to open your eyes to what half the world goes through."
After stopping at every drinking fountain they passed, the unlikely pair finally reached the baby store. Steve was in agony, his toes were cramped, his lower back screamed in pain, his genitals squished between his ass cheeks had settled into a bearable ache and he was sure the silicon weights glued to his torso were going to pull his nipples right off his chest. He begged Phyllis to let him sit down.
She ignored his request and stood nestled next to her hubby in a festive mood and stared into the store window at the smorgasbord of baby accessories. Steve leaned into his wife and hung onto her arm for support when he noticed in the glass reflection a guy standing behind him just staring intently. Phyllis snickered when she saw the consternated look on his face. "Phyllis that guy is leering at me."
"Honey, you better get used to guys paying you attention. Men are known to stare at what catches their eye. Why you decided to wear such a scandalously short dress is a mystery to me. I guess the old saying if you got it flaunt it; is true. You do have really sexy legs and an ass to die for. You can't blame a guy for looking. And that doesn't even cover your porn star sized tits at the moment. How is he to know they are not the real thing?
"Who knows the next guy may even hit on you! Are you ready for your first booty call?"
Steve put one hand under his belly and lifted it slightly to relieve the strain on his back. "But looking like this?"
"I hate to tell you about men since you are such an expert; but some find a pregnant woman a real turn on, even without the a slender figure."
Phyllis was quickly losing her composure, tears of laughter trickled down her cheeks. She wiped her cheek and suddenly had a moment of compassion for her husband. "Come on dear. Let's sit down while we wait for your friend." As they approached a bench, Phyllis noticed a man in a red baseball cap trying to hide behind a large potted plant in the common area. "Say dear isn't that your partner Fred? What's he doing here?"
Steve looked over to where Phyllis had indicated. "I called him for backup."
Looking up, Steve was surprised to see Fred in his normal male clothes. He waved to Fred who didn't recognize his partner and pretended to look the other way. Phyllis, who Fred did know, waved him over to where an angry Steve said, "I thought I told you to come in your Frederica persona."
A very confused Fred answered, "Is that really you Steve?"
Phyllis piped in, "There is no Steve here this is my friend Desiree."
"Why aren't you in disguise?" Squeaked out a concerned Steve.
"Don't worry I wasn't followed. If you think I'm going to put all that female shit on just to help you, you're mistaken. Wearing an underwire bra, girdle and high heels on my day off is above and beyond the call of duty."
"Fred, get out of here before you blow my cover."
With a mischievous glint in her eye Phyllis said, "No, stay! I can work with this. It would seem appropriate for Desiree to be here shopping for their baby, with her significant other - the father of her baby. Fred, you just need to play the part of Desiree's lover. If you are affectionate toward her, no one will be surprised. Just hold her hand and maybe put your arm around her."
"No way!"
"Don't make a scene Fred or you both will be discovered as frauds. You're a gentleman Fred. Think of your partner as a damsel in distress and it will be fine. Trust me."
Chapter 31 – Changes
Steve felt foolish and humiliated. He followed two steps behind his wife trying to hide in her shadow, his movements forced and awkward. Phyllis turned and pulled him up even with her. She scanned the store before turning to her husband.
"Is she here?"
Steve quickly looked around and then took a deep breath to combat the pounding of his heart. In a voice that was boyishly high, he said, "Yes, that's her over by the baby strollers."
"You mean the redhead? You haven't been truthful with me Desiree. She's quite attractive. Wave her over here so that we can get acquainted."
Steve waved wildly trying to get Rose's attention. Rose noticed the lady waving, but had no idea who she was and just assumed she was trying to attract someone else. The thought occurred to her, 'my God that is the most pregnant woman I have ever seen. I hope don't get that big. She's got to be miserable. I wonder what happened to the saying that all expectant mothers have a happy glow about them.'
The crazy lady kept waving and Rose eventually noticed Fred's presence beside the expectant woman, his arm draped casually around her shoulder. Out of curiosity, Rose meandered over to the small group. As she got close she said, "Fred, I was told Steve was going to be here. Where is he?"
Fred lost it and let out a belly laugh. He pushed Steve toward her and chortled, "Rose meet my new partner."
She did a double take and gaped in bewilderment at the faux woman wearing the makeup of a streetwalker.
"Steve, is that really you? I would never have guessed it in a million years."
She looked at Fred with his arm still resting on the imitation mother and she said, "I had no idea just how close you two were, I guess congratulations are in order."
Rose spoke from behind her husband "See honey, I told you it was the perfect disguise." She stepped forward nudging her husband out of the way and extend her hand in greeting. "Hi, Rose I'm Phyllis we talked on the phone."
Rose rather apprehensively returned the handshake and greeted Phyllis with "Good to meet you. What's this all about? I was a little nervous you might be upset with what I did to your husband."
Phyllis smiled disarmingly. "I'll admit at first I was upset. He's mine and I didn't think you had the right. But then he spilled the beans about what he has been up to. I now understand your motivation and I'm completely on board with what you did to him. What's good for the goose is good for the gander kind of thing.
"I've built on what you started and would like to introduce you to my new spouse Desiree. Steve has abdicated his manhood in favor of being the Queen Mother for the day. I believe that he has something he wants to tell you about your husband and his treatment. It would seem he hasn't been completely truthful with you."
Rose looked at her. Her eyebrows couldn't go much higher. "Is that right? You have my full attention; do you want to talk here?"
Steve pleaded, "I'm begging you; let's go somewhere I can sit down."
A vindictive Phyllis gave her husband a look of exasperation and casually strolled over to a table littered with expensive nursing unmentionables. She saw an exquisite lace coved brassiere and held it up. "Look here Desiree. They have nursing bras up to N cups; with your excessive boobage we really must get you a few. Don't you think?"
In a melodramatic exit, Phyllis randomly picked up three nursing bras and threw them at Fred. "Pay for these and you and Desiree meet us at Starbucks. We real girls need to have a private chat."
"Starbucks! Why that is at the other end of the mall. It will take me forever to get there. I just want to go home, hell I have to pee again," Steve whined.
"You better hurry then, no stopping to window shop," Phyllis replied glibly.
Steve dutifully followed Fred to the register. The teenybopper sales girl was almost giddy as she ran Fred's credit card. Handing the bag to Steve she said, "I threw in a sample of our Nipple Shields, they are our best seller. I'm sure you'll love them. We are also having a sale on breast pumps. If you have the time, you really should look at them."
Fred took Steve by the arm and forced him out the door before he said or did something out of character for a young mother to be.
Once lost in the anonymity of the mall crowds, Fred turned on his partner.
"Damn it Steve, your bras were almost a hundred dollars. There is no way I am putting woman's underwear on my expense account. You're paying me back for those out of your own pocket.
"Chill man. I'll take care of it."
Fred paused, obviously chewing over how to bring up an unhappy subject.
"Steve, before I forget there's something I have to tell you. We had a team covering Daisy and she attended a party aboard Ivan's yacht. They didn't dare go into the marina; it would have been too obvious. So they sat on the exits and waited for him to come out. By the next morning, he still hadn't. We did a quick check of Ivan's anchorage and the boat is missing presumably with our agent onboard. Why those assholes weren't at least watching the yacht from a distance, I don't know."
Steve turned to look at his partner, anger written across his face. "Well what are we doing to find her…I mean him?"
"We've notified the Coast Guard and they are searching for the boat. Big Bob doesn't know yet, since you're the man in charge." Fred looked at his friend and smiled. "Or being more politically correct the person in charge. I wouldn't want to have you charge me with sexual harassment. I thought it was your place to tell him that we've lost another agent."
The couple hadn't gone a hundred feet when they reached the first woman's restroom. The urge to pee was suddenly overwhelming. Steve's biological needs forced him to overcome his inhibitions. He pulled Fred toward the door and told him he had to stop before he had an accident. Fred had no problem with it, but flatly refused to check out the bathroom before Steve went in.
The journey to Starbucks took forever. Every few yards Steve had to stop to catch his breath. His legs were turning to rubber and his feet were on fire, he went from holding Fred's arm to hanging from it. It suddenly became as hot as Hades for Steve his face glistened with perspiration. Further slowing their progress between bathroom breaks, they stopped at every water fountain they passed to ease Steve's dry mouth. It took them almost 20 minutes to reach their destination.
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Rose and Phyllis were a good distance ahead of the two men. Rose turned to Phyllis and said, "I'm sorry if I overstepped my bounds but your husband is a total jerk. He is a manipulative SOB and constantly hitting on me even though he knows I'm married."
Phyllis' expression tightened. "I'm not surprised to hear that. Steve is constantly ogling pretty women and he's a world class flirt; but sister you don't know the half of it. He can be as persistent as a mosquito buzzing your head in a tent; but he is relatively harmless. His bark is much worse than his bite. As a part of his macho posturing he frequently propositions woman. As far as I know his success rate is zero, if one ever said yes he would probably have apoplexy."
Phyllis looked around to ensure no one could hear her and said, "Just between us, I bet I have slept with more women than he has. Steve's a self-centered compulsive narcissist - hubris is his middle name. I'm sure a doctor would diagnose him as OCD. Once he gets something into his head he just can't let it go. He currently is under the belief he is under surveillance from the Russian Mob. Nothing I say and no amount of checking can convince him otherwise. He has decided the only way he can communicate with you safely is by masquerading as a woman. So whenever you two get together look for Desiree rather than Steve.
"He's worked very hard at perfecting his feminine persona. To his credit he gave up watching sports and he spends his evenings working on his feminine mannerisms. He also has spent many hours sitting at my vanity working on his makeup skills. As a result, he has developed a false sense of superiority and is convinced his presentation as a woman is undetectable. As an objective observer, unless it's dark outside anyone can tell he's a man in a dress hiding behind makeup. If you can believe it, he is so confident in his chameleon like skills he even violated the sanctity of the ladies room while out on assignment."
Rose smiled and replied, "I find that totally believable."
Phyllis went on, "Therefore he needs to be put in his place. That's what I am trying to do with the empathy suit. Let me tell you all about the real Steve. In his heart, he really is a good and decent person. He's a dedicated government agent and he's received several commendations. He has the work ethic of an Amish farmer and can be tenacious as a bulldog. Totally dedicated to his job. He is a loving husband and really tries in the bedroom. He likes to take charge a bit too much for my liking. But when he is on top he can go on forever. I have to remind him sometimes it's not a marathon. Since you sent him back to me I have been tutoring him in the art of lesbian love making. He was never a fan of cunnilingus and wanted nothing to do with anything below my bellybutton. But he's a fast learner and he now rates above average as a pussy licker. There is nothing like a good fuck after a half dozen oral orgasms. Outside the boudoir, he is still a sexist asshole, full of condescending platitudes about woman's capabilities. They are aggravating to say the least."
Rose digested what she had just been told and responded, "Why do you stay with him, if he is that bad?"
Phyllis chewed on her lip lost in thought. "First off, I love him and, in his defense, he has had some traumatic moments in his life that have contributed to his myopic view. First, his mother ran away with a preacher and abandoned the family when he was a small child, and then there was the rape!"
Rose couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Steve raped someone?"
"No, it was just the opposite. While undercover a suspect penetrated his feminine cover – pun intended. According to Steve he was tied up and violated from the rear rather forcibly."
Rose was horrorstruck. "OMG is he alright? Rape victims can suffer from psychological, emotional, and physical effects! From what I hear man on man rape can be even more devastating."
"He was of course checked for STDs. I have my doubts about his mental condition, but he's seeing a professional at work for his psychological issues. But I've begun to wonder if that didn't release a long dormant feminine persona. Ever since that incident he has been going undercover as a female more and more. Even his boss has commented on it. But Steve is always able to rationalize the need for a female disguise.
"The only physical changes are the rapid onset of man boobs. I tried to tell him that it is probably just a factor of aging, as men get older their testosterone levels fall and the natural estrogen levels in their body compensate, thus they develop bra-ready jugs. In Steve's case, he's been sprouting boobs faster than a high school cheerleader. He came up with some cockamamie story about the rape being the cause for his gynecomastia condition. Aside from his swollen breast tissue, physically he is fine.
"Admittedly he is as stubborn as a Missouri mule. I'm afraid your husband is his latest project. Steve speaks very highly of him. Unfortunately, Mr. Secret Agent man is fixated on taking down that Russian mobster and will do whatever it takes. That is good for his job, but not so good for your husband. His belief system incorporates the philosophy of 'The end justifies the means'. From what he has told me, HLS feels you husband is not progressing as rapidly as they would like. Steve has tried to shield him as much as he can; but there is only so much he can do. That is why he needs your full cooperation. I can only apologies for his conduct. He is fixated on this mission. When he gets like this he can lose sight of the human cost.
"At one point, he became so intractable that our marriage was in jeopardy. He was a real schmuck. Can you imagine that he once told me to 'quit my job and be a good wifey and stay at home'? His macho attitude was stifling our marriage and it wasn't going to survive unless I did something. We tried conventional marriage counseling but to no avail. I knew I had to do something drastic to save my marriage, so under threat of a divorce I got Steve to go off to what I told him was a school for obstinate husbands. I am the genius of his feminine fixation. Boy was he surprised when I got him drunk and turned him over to the clutches of a domme to expose him to the feminine ethos. Her resume is really rather remarkable with an advertised success rate over 96%. She promoted herself as being a gender studies scholar, but I later found out she was just a run of the mill Dominatrix. As it turns out, I believe she's the same one that has your husband."
Rose thought 'I've been accused of being a domme as well. Maybe this isn't as bad as I thought.'
Phyllis looked Rose in the eye and said, "Rose, I know he loves me, which is why I am fighting for our marriage."
Rose's expression conveyed the same level of pessimism as her words. "How do you know for sure he loves you? From my interactions with him he doesn't act that way."
Phyllis paused to gather her thoughts, "While Steve was off to his sissy institute; I decided to cut myself free of the umbilical cord of our marriage. I took the opportunity to have a couple of dalliances with men from my office. I even tried a three-way, while exciting it was exhausting. Trying to keep two partners satisfied simultaneously is tiring. Perhaps if the third was another woman or if I could have gotten them to entertain each other it would have been easier. I won't lie, the sex was good and bedding a new man every night was exhilarating. However, those liaisons were not fulfilling to me emotionally. I found there is a big difference between having sex and making love."
Phyllis was lost in thought for a few moments and then continued with a heavy sigh. "It's almost comical when you think about it. Steve was off with a strange woman putting on lingerie and I was with a strange man taking mine off at the same time. Anyway, after about two weeks, I called to check on my husband. The report I received from this Linda person was just like his job he was throwing himself into his training. He can be a bit single-minded when given a task. She told me she was convinced that with a rigid diet, coupled with constant corset training and heavy doses of female hormones she could turn him into a real cutie pie of a she-male; there would be just enough of man in him to pass in the real world. I told her that is not what I wanted, so I pulled him out before I lost him. She cautioned me about the high rate of recidivism of men who don't complete her entire training syllabus. Linda felt very strongly that Steve had some real potential and begged me to leave him. She even bragged that the results of his linguistic lessons were ahead of schedule. He could speak almost fluent Southern Belle bimbo. He occasionally lapses into that dialect when he gets excited.
"But I'm getting away from the point. When he came home, Steffi would make an occasional appearance. Just between us girls, I came to look forward to her visits. He was always good in the bedroom, as a man he liked to be in charge. Linda had warned me that without constant reinforcement they will eventually revert to their old habits and belief systems. The old use it or lose it thing."
Phyllis resumed walking and spoke to Rose in a soft melancholy voice. "Unfortunately, she was right. Once he returned to work his chauvinism attitude wormed its way back into his personality. His attitude was better for a while but over time it regressed to one of pure machismo. Eventually I sat him down and confessed what I had been up to while he was away. I know it hurt him; he went into an emotional freefall. But eventually he forgave me and our marriage survived."
Rose paused and thought, 'I wonder if that is what will happen to Jack? Without constant reinforcement he will backslide into his masculine persona.'
Phyllis saw the faraway gaze in Rose's face and was concerned she had told her too much. "Rose, I am not trying to say your situation is the same as mine. From what I was told, Jack was never a misogynistic asshole, like my Steve. You need to realize that it's not all Steve's fault; it is just that he grew up that way. His entire life he has lived and worked in a phallocentric universe where woman are vessels. Not the equals of their male counterparts. It's a place where woman should be submissive, obedient and always know her place. Believe me when I say that it's an issue, we as a couple have struggled with."
Looking back over her shoulder she caught a glimpse of Steve struggling to catch up. "I'm hoping that this lesson in motherhood will show him how wrong his belief system is."
Phyllis went on, "I was furious at you when I first saw what you had done to him with your alterations to his appearance. But now I need to thank you. You opened the door with your makeover. I had deluded myself into thinking his attitude had improved. When I caught him in his sissy mode sneaking into our home he broke down and told me about you and his handling of your husband.
"I had thought he had improved but I realized how mistaken I was. Therefore I am now motivated to teach him what life is like from the other side of the gender divide. If I can show him some of the things that your Jack is going through it may help him emphasize. And hopefully restrain his willingness to put agents into positions he hasn't experienced. Lead from the front kind of thing. I plan on showing him that traditional gender roles are bullshit. As a middle-aged white man, he has never known or even recognized the injustices we woman have to go through. But before I am through with him, he is going to learn. He doesn't know it yet, but he is going to understand what a woman experiences in the workplace. I intend to send him to the office in all his feminine glory. Let's see if he can sweet-talk his way out of that!"
With a devilish twinkle in her eye she went on, "I promise you that before I am done with him, he will be able to tell the difference between nylon and silk just by the feel. If I can just find some way to let him experience the agony of PMS and joys of menstruation, my work will be complete."
Phyllis inquired sincerely, "Why did you let my husband and the government turn your husband into a lab rat?"
The question caught Rose off-guard. She had asked herself many times in past weeks and she found that her answer was less than satisfying. She had a hard time meeting Phyllis' eyes as she answered sadly.
"I don't know you very well Phyllis but I have a feeling we are simpatico so I'll tell you the truth. At first I had convinced myself it was an altruistic act of patriotism because I was raised with a strong sense of service.
"My family has a history of sacrifice for the concept of nation and freedom. I lost a father and mother during our fight against communism, my brother was a causality of the war against terrorism. Lost a grandfather and several uncles in the fight against English imperialism in the old sod. Volunteering Jack was just an extension of the long line of family patriots.
"But I had no concept of what they were going to do to my Jack. I may have been a bit delusional but I trusted them and expected them to be more humane in his treatment. They obviously did their homework and played me like a fiddle by telling me I was making a difference. Steve wooed me at first and convinced me to do things to Jack in the name of patriotism that haunts my every waking moment."
Phyllis kept quiet and thought that what she was hearing was pure bullshit. No woman gives up her husband to skirts and bras out of love of their country or even revenge. She wondered if Rose was playing with a full bag of marbles.
Rose blushed and admitted, "Some of things I did I hated but there were others that I have to admit I enjoyed. I know that says something about my personality."
Phyllis nodded her head as a form of encouragement and wait for Rose to continue. It was obvious this lady needed to get something off her chest.
"When I dance with a man, I am the one that leads. If a man won't let me, then it is adios and I move on to someone else. Jack was the only man I ever met that not only let me lead but was relieved I was willing to take charge. I honestly think he feels I'm out of his league. His masculine pride is nothing to brag about if you know what I mean. He's a tad self-conscious about the lack of size of his manhood. But I never complained and, as a result, he has always been totally devoted to me. There has never been a more loving man; there is not an ounce of malice in him. I am convinced he can't believe someone like me wants the little twerp. He just has no self-confidence in his sexuality.
"Don't get me wrong, I love him to death, and I know that it's a bit of a cliché, but we are truly soulmates."
Rose let a pregnant pause overcome them as the continued to walk. Rose reached out and took Phyllis's hand as she spun her companion to face her.
"I've always been bi-sexual, there is something about the feminine form that gets my juices flowing."
Phyllis gently squeezed Roses hand in surprise. Rose let out a small almost indistinguishable giggle when she saw the shock on the other woman's face.
"Oh heaven's Phyllis. Don't get me wrong, I'm not hitting on you. Not that you aren't attractive, it's just I've experienced living and loving women. They are just too catty for my tastes. Come on, let's keep walking, we don't want the boys to catch up."
Rose smiled slightly at Phyllis and went on with her story, "I'll explain. I'm into men. I like them just like them the same way I like my women, soft, tender, submissive and on their hands and knees. I can't stand the ultramasculine he-man types. I guess what I hoped for with Jack was that he would come home a wussified man, totally dependent on me...A live-in sex kitten. At first I thought they were only going to turn him into man-purse carrying metrosexual guy, but still a man. That is what I envisioned, a bit foolishly I guess. I never envisioned they would try and turn him into a skanky wanton harlot that throws himself at other men."
Rose glanced over her shoulder and watched Steve stumble out of a ladies room. "Phyllis that suit is remarkable. The belly and breast move as if they are real."
Phyllis leaned in close so only Rose could hear, "The belly is fastened with straps. The boobs are more securely actually attached, he may not have any tactile felling but I can assure you he can feel every movement of those massive boobs. I superglued them to his chest, he is going to have a hell of a time getting them off. I am looking forward to the show." She saw no reason to tell Rose that most of the massive boobs that were on display were all Steve.
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The new friends arrived at the coffee shop and secured a table for four as far away from the restrooms as they could. They sat side by side with two empty chairs across from them. Rose and Phyllis had a chance to really get to know each other because of the suit and the diuretics Phyllis had slipped him. Steve's bladder needed almost constant attention. Desiree had to stop twice to pee and three other times to handle his dry mouth. They also had to stop once to rest on a bench because Steve was out of breath.
When they finally reached their destination, Fred escorted his partner into the coffee shop and held his hand for support. Fred scanned the room as he was trained. The girls were instantly obvious because they were giggling like two school girls.
Rose, poked Phyllis in the ribs, "The boys have finally arrived." Phyllis turned to see her husband standing in the doorway clinging onto Fred. Even from that distance she could see he was pale and needed Fred for support. Steve was clammy and covered in sweat. Fred led and half carried his partner to the table where the two women were amicably chatting away like old friends. When Steve finally reached the table and he needed to sit down desperately. He put his free hand on the table the other still carrying the bag with his bras and tried to plop into the closest seat just as Fred being a gentleman pulled the chair out for his companion Desiree.
The result was a total calamity, Steve's ass found nothing but air. He let out a girlie squeal followed immediately by a very unladylike profanity. His center of gravity dictated once he started down nothing was going to stop him until he reached the floor. Rather than land with the expected thud he was surprised to find his ass was cushioned with the suit's rather endowed hinny. He briefly thought he had escaped unscathed except for the damage to his dignity when his head bounced off the metal chair and made a clang like a ball hit with an aluminum baseball bat.
He lay flat on the floor, dazed in total humiliation. His arms and legs flailed helplessly, like an overturned turtle. There was nothing Steve could do but wait for help. Fred being the trained first responder he was, immediate stepped in to help. He slid his arms under Steve's armpits and lifted. Rose and Phyllis who had jumped to their feet immediately noticed Fred had secured two handfuls of boob in lifting his fallen partner. Fred's reaction when he noticed what was filling his hands was comical; he pulled his hands back like he had touched a hot stove. Since Steve hadn't reached stability yet so he started to fall back. This time Rose and Phyllis each grabbed an arm and kept Steve from falling.
The four stood in a small circle being watch by a dozen patrons and concerned employees. Phyllis was really enjoying herself so she turned to Steve and whispered, "Aren't you going to thank Fred for helping you up?"
Steve looked like he was about to explode, the vein in his neck throbbed wildly. Phyllis saved the day by adding, "Remember dear, you are presently a young woman being watched by a dozen total strangers. Thanking Fred is the expected reaction."
Steve turn to Fred glared at him but said "Thanks."
Phyllis leaned in and said "I'm afraid that isn't good enough. Fred is after all your significant other. He deserves at least a kiss."
Steve stood his ground and said calmly and quietly, "There is no way I'm kissing that asshole."
Fred piped up, "It's alright. I don't want a kiss."
"Shut up Fred this is none of your business! I told Desiree what to do and she will by God do it!"
Fred decided discretion was the better part of valor. So he kept quiet and just stood waiting for the outcome of this test of wills. Fred didn't know Phyllis all that well but from what he did know he wouldn't bet against her.
Phyllis who still had a firm grasp on Steve's arm applied a much pressure as she could and said "You'll kiss him or live to regret it."
Steve saw a way out so he said, "I'll kiss his cheek but nothing else!" Turning to a smiling Fred he mumbled under his breath, "You can kiss my ass."
Phyllis agreed only to prevent making a bigger scene. Once they were all seated, a waitress was at the table immediately, "What would ya'll like?" They sat down as the waitress took their order,
Phyllis being a purist ordered a straight coffee black, Fred ask for the same, Desiree in his best feminine voice tried to order a coffee as well. Phyllis interrupted, "Don't be ridiculous, you know what the doctor said about no caffeine."
Turning to the waitress Phyllis dictated, "My friend here will have an herbal green tea. No sugar, she's watching her weight."
Steve with a throbbing headache just glared at her but wisely didn't respond.
Rose pondered the menu for a minute and eventually said "I'll have the same, herbal non-caffeinated tea please."
Phyllis turned to Rose with a quizzical expression and quickly put two and two together. No caffeine and suggesting the meeting at the maternity store. Point blank she asked Rose, "Does that mean you are too?"
Rose blushed and nodded yes. Phyllis hugged Rose and said, "Congratulations, does the father know yet?"
Rose glibly replied, "I'll tell him as soon as a figure out who it is."
Then she glared at Steve who was suddenly examining the table top with great interest. "You see, my only communication with my husband is through Steve. I wasn't going to say anything about being pregnant until the doctor confirmed it."
Phyllis leaned in and had Steve do the same, "This is probably a good time for Steve's confession."
Steve in a defiant mood said, "I'm sorry you are upset. I'll tell you only because I promised Phyllis I would. Remember, we sought your approval before this all started. To be honest with you, the agency's attitude about whatever happens to your husband before or after we bring the Russian down is of little consequence when examined in the grand scheme of things."
Phyllis glared at her insensitive husband as he finally relented and in a hushed voice provided an abridged and sanitized account of what Jack had been put through.
Fred sat open mouthed, flabbergasted at what he was hearing and a chill ran down his spine. He fidgeted in his seat totally uncomfortable with his partner revealing what he thought was classified information. He sat and listened intently because he too had no idea what their agent was being subjected to.
The tears in Rose's eyes were genuine as she absorbed all her husband had been through and his hardships. It made what she had done to him seem like a walk in the park for him by comparison. A solitary tear eventually leaked from her eye, it ran down her cheek and landed in her tea cup.
Steve's voice took on a softer almost apologetic tone as he went into some detail about Jack's training syllabus. Rose appeared to cheer up a bit when Steve mentioned Jack was being trained as a household maid, but not so much when he talked about learning to be a cosmetician and barmaid. Fred on the other hand, thought a man being taught to apply makeup and do his own hair was an abomination against nature.
At that point, at Steve's urging, Fred helped his colleague out of the chair and walked him to the restaurant's woman's bathroom where he waited protectively for his friend.
Steve's request to use the restroom again was only partly due to his compressed bladder. He needed to distract Fred from bringing up Daisy's disappearance. He hoped that the ladies had moved on to other conversation subjects so that they would not return to Daisy and how he had been treated. Telling Rose that they had lost track of him was something that he did not want to do in public. They returned holding hands; this time when they got back to the table Fred didn't release his faux girlfriend's hand.
Phyllis noticed and commented to Rose as they crossed the floor, "They make a lovely couple don't they?"
Seeing the two women laughing, Fred inquired, "What's so funny?"
Rose continued to grin and said, "Nothing important. We're just sharing anecdotes about how best to show our husbands the advantages of being on the pink side."
Fred pulled out a chair to assist his partner to sit as Steve was obviously having a hard time. He waited this time to ensure he landed on the chair when Desiree suddenly turned pale and doubled over in pain and as he clutched his oversize tummy."
A very concerned Phyllis stood up to assist her husband. "What's wrong dear?"
Fred helped his partner sit. Steve looked up at his wife and said, "There's something seriously wrong, get me out of this suit. It felt like I was kicked in the gut and it still feels funny down there."
Phyllis thought for a second before putting her hand on his protruding stomach. "Desiree, it's nothing to worry about. The suit has the capability to simulate the baby moving in your womb, on a random basis it will also kick. Your full bladder amplifies the action. I can feel it moving, give me your hand Fred. Feel Desiree's tummy, this is as realistic as it gets."
He sat and put both hands on Desiree's belly and said "This is really cool I can feel the baby moving."
Steve just looked aghast at his friend. Rose watched with great interest and took out her smartphone and took a picture of the two Federal agents and said, "This is a really domestic scene I just have to add this to my scrap book."
With every sip of his drink, Desiree would open his purse, take out his compact and check his lips. The action was so natural that it appeared to all the bystanders he had been doing it his entire life.
Rose turned to Phyllis and said with a smile, "You've trained him well."
"Thanks I can't take all the credit he's a natural, he takes to makeup like ducks to water."
Steve pushed Fred's hands away and said "Make yourself useful. Help me up, I have to pee again and nothing more to drink."
With a devilish twinkle in her eye Phyllis said, "But dear, we don't want you to get dehydrated."
Phyllis smiled and turned to Rose as Desiree, assisted by Fred, again headed to the small one stall restroom. "Those water pills are really effective. He will have hit every woman's toilet in the mall before I take him home. He's learning all about the major disadvantage of wearing pantyhose."
Desiree returned, this time Fred had his arm around her waist supporting Steve because his legs didn't seem to have the strength to sustain his mommy-sized body.
As the couple again took their place at the table Rose turned to face Fred this time. "Steve isn't the only guilty party here. What pisses me off the most is both Jack and I are just pawns in your grand game of counterespionage. My government has turned my husband over to a madwoman – from what Phyllis tells me she is a lunatic and you let them do that to an honest hardworking man. I am holding both of you two responsible!"
Fred held up his hands in mock surrender, "Rose, I'm just following orders." Rose's intensity told him that it would be unwise to share anything that he knew with her.
Rose was furious and was positive that there was a sinister motive behind everything Steve and Fred were doing. She clearly envisioned that the man who would returned to her wasn't going to be the feminized, passable man she had envisioned when this all started. She got all weepy eyed when she realized in all likelihood the husband that returned to her would be more Daisy than Jack. The tears raced down her face and dripped into her tea.
She took a sip of her tea and tried to regain control of her emotions. Looking at the two government agents sitting across from her she started to scold them, "You two believe you are only being good company men, but in reality you are nothing but lapdogs, mindlessly slaving away at a thankless job.
"Hiding behind the fact that you were just following orders is what the Nazi's kept saying. Don't you think for yourselves? It’s time both of you start taking responsibility for your actions!"
Steve had been nervously fiddling with the new stud in his ear during the brief lecture and gave a half nod to acknowledge what she had said. Her words struck a chord with the agent he had been when he first joined the agency. The women went on talking about Steve and the shortcomings of men in general. Steve sat staring blankly, not saying anything and not really hearing what they were saying. Fred laid his hand on top of Steve's which made his heart beat faster. A few hours earlier, Steve had felt rage toward his overseer of a wife. Now a calmness had settled over him, his vengeful urge no longer had sure footing. Fred firmly held his friend's hand, trying to console him and probably trying to console himself.
Phyllis pushed another glass of water to her husband with a strong voice dictated, "Drink up dear, water is good for your complexion." Like a trained puppy, Steve followed his wife's instructions. After he put the glass down, Phyllis pushed his purse toward him, the implications were plain.
Steve withdrew a compact and checked his lips. With a practiced ease he reapplied lip-gloss to his plump bee-stung lips. He replaced the items in his purse and as forcefully as he could he snapped the purse's clasp shut. With an exasperated shrug he signaled Fred it was time again.
Fred help Desiree stand to make yet again another round trip to the potty. Fred stood guard at the door waiting for his partner. Desiree half stumbled coming out, Fred caught him in his arms, he leaned in and whispered into his ears and said "Buddy please don't get mad at me; I don't understand it but suddenly your touch does something for me. I am getting all hot and bothered. It is hard for me to believe you aren’t all woman."
Desiree responded by giving Fred a quick peck on the cheek. This time when they returned, Desiree sat and rested her head on Fred's shoulder, for some reason not the least bit embarrassed. Fred in turn put his arm around her shoulder. Watching the touching scene playing out before her eyes Phyllis dropped her spoon when she noticed the lip shaped mark on Fred's cheek and it landed with a splash in her coffee cup.
She turned to Rose and said, "Aren't the guys acting strangely?" Rose smiled at her new friend, and said that may have something to do with the Xanax I have been slipping into both of the drinks. They will remember everything they do today but won't know why they felt so euphoric about it."
At that, the quartet headed to the parking lot with Desiree and Fred in the lead. At first, Fred had his hand in the middle of Desire's back. As they walked, both women were amused that Fred kept sliding his hand lower until it was firmly planted on the left butt cheek. Steve could only feel the pressure of Fred’s hand but nevertheless he was enjoying the attention. He began swinging his hips seductively from side to side.
At the point they were about to head in their separate directions, Phyllis insisted Desiree give Fred a goodbye kiss. This time there was no argument. Desiree stood next to Fred and gave him a chaste kiss on the lips. Fred was feeling no pain by now and thought back to the night his good friend Steffi walked him to his door and gave him a full on kiss. Fred decided now was the time for payback. He grabbed Desiree by the back of the head and pulled him in for a real kiss. Fred thought Steve would pull away but rather he kissed back with more passion than Fred had experience in a long time. It curled his toes as their tongues entwined in a playful dance. They would have stayed at it except for Phyllis's rather crude remark, "Why don't you two get a room."
Phyllis drove home, the smile on Desiree's face never left. Phyllis thought 'that the whole mall thing didn’t go exactly the way I planned.'
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At the exact moment Steve was leaving the mall, Ivan's yacht anchored off the eastern coast of Mexico's Yucatan. Ivan had his still unconscious guest taken ashore and transported to a local clinic. Ivan shopped for a few Cuban cigars while his guest was being delivered to the clinic. A few hours later, Ivan engaged in a conversation with the plastic surgeon, "Doctor, your latest patient is here; he is all ready for you to work your magic. Are you set up and ready to go?"
"Yes senor, we just got the results of his blood test. How long has our patient been on hormones? His levels are off the chart, in fact I found several hormone patches stuck to his thigh."
"I don't know when he began; all I know is that I have had him on mega doses since he started working in my club. All my 'girls' get them secretly in their food. Is there a problem?"
"No, not really. When I first saw the lab results I thought we were dealing with a pregnant teenager. I am afraid that his procreating days are behind him. I have decided to make things easier for you and him; since you are such a good customer, there will be no extra cost. I am going to insert several slow release hormone capsules into his body. They will flood his system with estrogen for at least 6 months. Just a word of caution, with the levels of estrogen in his blood stream, his man sausage will continue to function for maybe a month longer, two months at the max. So if you have plans for that your timing has to be soon. "
"Great Doc, you have the list of what else I want done on my Princess Jack?"
"Jack?"
"Da, Doc that was his name before. Now he is called Daisy. I had him checked out. The poor schmuck, appears to be a long term transvestite, but he made the mistake of coming out to his wife in public. She put him through hell. She gave him to a dominatrix to break him in. The wife was so broken up by his coming out that she was dating in less than two weeks, and if my reports are correct, and they always are, she has gotten herself knocked up. That's true love for you.
"Our boy here is still hung up on her. I haven't the heart to tell him the truth about his ex-wife. Why he still wears that childish watch she gave him as a coming out present, and that cheap imitation ring I don't understand. If you have to take them off be sure and put them back on before he wakes up or he will freak-out.
Ivan paused in thought for a moment and continued, "Wait a minute doctor, I have an idea. Give me the ring; I am going to have a duplicate made. I will surprise him later when I inform my little flower that he now belongs to me, body and soul. Can you keep Daisy knocked out for the two days it will take?"
"That is no problem, Ivan. We will be keeping the patient under continuous observation and sedated with high doses of tranquilizers for at least 36 hours. With implants as large as the ones you want, there is going to be a considerable discomfort. We will keep him…err her out of it for that time, then I suggest at least 7 more days of bed rest. And remember Ivan, absolutely no strenuous activity!"
"That's perfect Doc, I have errands to run. Why don't you get started? One more thing doctor don't forget the collagen injections in the nipples, I want those puppies poking through a padded bra and a sweatshirt."
"Doctor, one last question. Is it possible to give her dimples?"
"Ivan, I am the finest plastic surgeon money can buy. You want dimples, you got dimples."
Several hours later, Ivan returned and found the surgical nurse at her station in the clinic. "How did she do?" He asked anxiously.
"Wonderful", the nurse replied. "The doctor finished about an hour ago."
"How does she look?" Ivan excitedly asked.
"It's a little hard to tell. His face is swollen and badly bruised; it will take a few days to get the complete picture. From my experience when he is completely healed he will be cover girl material."
"Did the doctor do everything we discussed?"
"Yes, we went right down the list as you requested, with one minor exception."
An angry Ivan growled "And just was that, I don't like surprises?"
"We think you will with this one. We replaced the patient's puny breast implants with the mega ones you requested. We did the liposuction on his waist, and the butt implants. The rhinoplasty and facelift went unusually well. You will be exceptionally pleased with the lip plumping; they now look like two soft pillows. It is the best work the doctor has ever done. He now has the cutest little button nose, and in my opinion is more feminine looking than most woman.
"Instead of injecting his nipples with collagen as you demanded the doctor used his initiative and injected strong female hormones into both nipples and aureoles. This will give the desired visual effect you wanted, plus it has the added advantage on making them grow in size and sensitivity as they are absorbed. Come back in six months and we can fill 'em up again.
"Jack. That was his real name right? He will grow to love his orgasmic tits.
Ivan, we even did what you wanted on his ankles. Personally, I had some reservations, it seemed a bit barbaric but we did it while he was sedated. He is now and forever marked as your property. As long as you keep the site clean and bandaged the final results should be exactly what you wanted.
"Mr. Ivan, this one is a little frailer and more feminine looking than the ones you usually bring us, but everything turned out exquisitely."
As a statement more than a question, Ivan said, "Ben didn't castrate her like he did Laura?"
Funny, Ivan thought to himself. In the past, he had never stopped thinking of the girls as guys, referring to them by their given genders. Jack was different somehow.
"No he still has his cojones; there was no orchiectomy this time. The doctor was tempted to remove them but I reminded him of what you threatened. With all of the hormones floating around in his system, his testicles are completely useless. The doctor does recommend their removal to keep them from becoming cancerous.
"Good. I'm still a little worried about Daisy's reaction to all this. I am not positive she can emotional withstand having his balls cut off at this time. At some point, when Daisy had come to accept her changes, we can discuss having her balls removed. I will just point out to her that she was one responsible for that particular problem. These Trans girls will always be a mystery to me. Why any man would willingly flood his system with girlie juice is a question I will never understand. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy the finished product. I am just at a loss to understand why a real man would trade his prick for a pussy. "
"Why are you worried?" The nurse asked. "Daisy looks wonderful. He looks as much like a girl as any guy I've ever seen."
Ivan frowned and said, "That could become a problem. He may be too feminine. Aside from the little that's left of his penis, he isn't a man any more. The hormones have changed him so much already. I am concerned he may not be emotionally ready to completely give up his claim on manhood.
"Normally, I rescue some poor gender confused guy from the scorn and ridicule he suffers in the bars. I then mold them into a feminine looking woman. Play with them until I tire of the game and then discard them to their own devices. In the past, my problem had to be to make them look and act feminine enough to be believable, things are different this time. She is different. Daisy has exceeded all my expectations. This one is definitely a keeper," said Ivan.
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Tucked into his bed aboard the ship, Jack fought to become fully conscious. He was still groggy and it felt like he had just gone three rounds with Mike Forman. He was aware of his breathing being slow and regular. He lay perfectly still.
There was something wrong. He couldn’t identify exactly what it was, but he felt different, there was an unaccustomed weight pushing on his chest. He tried to focus on the rest of his body and did a quick mental inventory. Yes, even without any visual cues he knew something was very, very wrong.
As he started to panic, adrenaline coursed through his body. The bed moved in the waves and he felt his chest shifting strangely. Slowly his eyes fluttered open. He was disoriented, just where the hell was he? He found himself in bed in a fancy room with a nautical theme. As his head slowly cleared, he forced himself to focus his eyes. He looked down towards the foot of the bed and saw the most feminine bedspread ever. It was a field of blue silk and lace. Out of that blue field jutted two very prominent hills. Hills, hell from his prospective they looked like the Alps.
Jack tried to sit up but that required too much energy so he lifted the covers and glanced at his chest. Jack's eyes widened in wonderment. He was initially convinced he was hallucinating.
Muttering, "Oh, fuckI can't believe he would do this to me. It must be a dream, this can't be real!" Jack grabbed his chest in panic, finding that he was wearing a see-through pink chemise.
Blinking his eyes, he hoped that what he had seen was a delusion. The weight was almost oppressive. Two heavy mounds of quivery flesh topped by rose colored cone shaped areolas. The sight of his new body produced a reflexive scream, almost girlie in nature. Jack immediately started an inventory of his other major body parts. Aside from the fact he felt like he was sitting on a pillow all the important parts were accounted for. He gave out a sign of relief.
Jack slid out of bed and attempted to stand. He felt very unsteady on his feet. The unaccustomed weight that protruded from his chest and the movement of the boat was playing havoc with his equilibrium. Jack stood by steadying himself with one hand on the bed. He allowed his silk gown to fall into place. He reached between his legs for one last check. Finding what he was looking for, Jack gave a relieved sigh and scanned the room.
As his senses cleared, he recognized that he was in the stateroom aboard Ivan's yacht that had been assigned to him. Using the bulkhead for support Jack stumbled over to the porthole, the mass on his chest swaying with every step and his hips rotated in an unfamiliar manner. He managed to regain his sense of humor as he stared out the porthole to an azure blue sea. He thought, 'Shiver Me Timbers, we're at sea'
The gentle sway of the boat was almost hypnotic. Suddenly the boat took a large drop, Jack stumbled and his udders flopped up and threatened to strike his chin. Regaining his balance, Jack felt his huge tits freely sway as the ship rose and fell in the Atlantic chop. The sensation of his nipples rubbing across the gossamer night gown sent Jack into sensory overload. Nipples that appeared fully engorged; their exaggerated size in keeping with the size of his breasts. From his perspective, looking down at breasts covered only by a layer of paper thin fabric, his nipples protruded out like two conical cones from his large mounds. To him, they appeared to be as large around as his thumb.
The sight of the mini erections protruding from his massive outcroppings through the sheer fabric of his nightgown started Jack's heart racing wildly. The realization that this was real almost caused a nervous breakdown, this was not what he has signed up for.
He found that his massive boobs had considerable heft to them. Yet they had no sag, they jutted straight out from his ribcage in an amazing suspension of the laws of gravity. Cantilevered out like that from his chest significantly changed his center of gravity and gave them quite a bit of inertia when the ship moved. With each step, Jack found the mass on his chest was always a half step behind. Daisy was compelled to abandon using the bulkheads for support. He decided to use his hand and arms to contain his swaying breasts. This resulted in Jack wildly stumbling about the stateroom, which sent his chest protuberances wildly swinging about in a Tilt-A-Whirl fashion.
As he passed the dresser, Jack stared into the mirror. The image caused him to grab a chair for support and gawk in wonderment. Looking back was not a man but instead was a stunningly beautiful, if outrageously over-endowed, platinum blonde woman. She had an angelic face with a cute upturned nose and full kissable lips, topped with fluttering lashes. This stranger's long disheveled hair fell in tangled disarray about his shoulders. His body was that of a goddess, the transparent chemise did little to hide those glorious curves. Trembling fingers moved to the bruises on his face. Disturbingly, Jack's first thought is how they distracted from his beauty.
Still in a state of shock, Jack hefted his huge new endowments again, feeling their weight and mass in his hands. Hands that couldn't come close to encompassing the volleyball sized spheres. He knew that some men would find these boobies absolutely magnificent, but even if he wasn't burdened with lugging their immense bulk around he would have found them ridiculously oversized. They may look like volleyballs but damn if they didn't feel like two bowling balls attacked to his chest.
He was furious, it was his body. He turned his back to the mirror and looked over his shoulder. All he could see was an ass right out of Penthouse, no wonder he felt like he was sitting on two pillows. The anger welled up in him. No one had the right to make these changes. Jack had just started to adjust to the feminine persona of a cocktail waitress. He doubted he would ever be able to survive with the body of a voluptuous porn star.
What would Linda say? How would his friends at the club react? How could he ever go back to being a man?
Acting on autopilot, Jack forced himself away from the mirror and drifted confused into the head. The first thing Jack saw was a complete makeup kit, resting next to a hair brush and curling iron. He slipped off his nightie to get a better view of his new body. He was surprised at the size and shape of his enlarged ass. After empting his bladder, Jack stood and slipped his translucent negligée back over his head, relishing the sensation as is slowly settled around his supersensitive skin. The sensations of the silk fabric on his hairless skin felt heavenly
He suddenly found himself driven by an unknown impulse. Jack was along for the ride as Daisy opened the makeup case and sought out the concealer, knowing instinctively he had to hide the discolorations around his eyes. Without understanding what was driving his actions, he combed out his hair, used concealer to hide the purple bruises and added a touch of lipstick. Feeling a lot better, Jack stared at the image in the small sink mirror and thought the face staring back was his but it wasn't. It was the face of an angel, a combination of sexy and beautiful. The image seemed to captivate his large, bright blue eyes, but now had a nose that can only be described as cute, impossibly high cheek bones, accentuated by two endearing dimples and full, soft lips that Marilyn Monroe would have killed for.
Jack just stared mesmerized by the face in the mirror, 'Not bad, before I was attractive, now I am glamorous. NO! This can't be real! Why am I thinking these things?'' Jack was lost, 'What do I do now? Can I ever return to being a man or will these bodacious udders condemn me to a life of being a freak and a thing of ridicule?
The ship suddenly rolled violently and Jack back fell against the bulkhead for support. He reached up and grabbed his breasts with both hands to keep them under control. The palms of his hands brushed against his nipples. The feelings this produced was absolutely glorious. In a surreal state Jack found himself alternating between the aureoles and nipples, rubbing them between his finger and thumb. Jack continued this little exercise until his circuit breaker was thrown. He had what felt like an orgasm, his knees weakened and he almost collapsed to the deck. The amazing thing was his prick never got hard. A bewildered Jack felt dirty and sighed, "Maybe I won't want to be a man again. But this really isn't too bad!"
Getting back into his bunk, Jack slept for the next 24 hours. Awakening with the morning light streaming in through the porthole, Jack lay in bed with a myriad of alien sensations being reported from every part of his body. Even lying on his back, Jack found that the mounds of fatty tissue on his chest jiggled and swayed rhythmically with the ship in the morning swells. Sliding to the floor, Jack firmly wrapped his arms under his chest in an attempt to contain their bent-on-independent motion. He managed to reach the head without incident. He performed his morning ablutions, which now included combing his hair and applying some makeup.
Just as Jack was about to hop back into bed, Ivan knocked on his door and opened it peering in, "Sorry to disturb you Daisy, but this is something that has to be done. Can we come in?"
Still exasperated at Ivan for making these unsolicited changes, Jack answered, "Come on in. It's not like I have much of a choice. What is it now?"
Ivan walked in and leered at his latest creation, as Jack leaned against his bed in his tissue thin negligée that left nothing to the imagination.
Daisy, her stomach in knots, hefted one of his prodigious boobs up and asked, "WHY? Ivan, you're a monster."
"Why, that's easy. I like my women with more robust dimensions. Trust me, in time you'll come to love them as much as I do."
"Fuck you. I'll have them cut off the first chance I get!"
"Don't be like that Doll Face! Now shake your bootie the doctor just has to do a checkup to make sure you are all right. Will you just let him look at you?"
Ivan crossed over to Daisy, holding his hands up to show that he meant no harm. "I promise he won't do anything to hurt you." He said reassuringly.
"What kind of checkup?" Jack asked, looking from Ivan to the doctor. The doctor peering around Ivan answered, "It's nothing Daisy, really. I need to give you a simple breast exam and give a quick look to your face and your ass implants. We need to make sure everything is shipshape." His joke fell flat when Daisy failed to react.
Jack's memories of this man were fuzzy, but he did recognize him as the evil man that had played Dr. Frankenstein with his body. Jack looked to Ivan with fear in his eyes.
Jack's response was "Sure Igor, let the doctor have his way with me, there doesn't seem to be anything I can do to stop him."
Jack trembled, what would the doctor do? The idea of a breast exam was so foreign and beyond the scope of any of his previous experiences that it scared Jack.
"I'll stay right here with you." Ivan said with a predatory smile, unsure about the significance of Igor comment.
"Please take off your nightgown Daisy and stand over here by the bed." The Doctor asked as pleasantly as he could.
Ivan helped pull the chemise over Daisy's head. Not once did Jack take his eyes from the doctor. To have a strange man see him with his breasts exposed was something Daisy was not emotionally prepared for. That was foolish, Jack knew. This was the man who gave him these damn beach balls.
Ivan stood by his side as Daisy hopped up onto the bunk which embarrassingly set his tits jiggling so he pulled a bed sheet tightly around her. The doctor sat on the edge of the bed first gently poking Daisy's face and nose with his fingers. "I can hardly see the incisions Daisy," he said, satisfied that he'd done his job well. "You are healing beautifully."
Then Daisy flinched as this monster yanked the sheet out of his hands and had him rise. Daisy stood nervously with his trophy chest on full display, wishing for the first time in his life for the security of a bra. The doctor reached out and placed his hands on Daisy's breasts. Daisy stood there, with pouty lips and held his breath, nervous as the doctor gently moved his breasts from side to side and up and down. Just when Daisy thought the doctor was finished, he squeezed them like he was checking ripe fruit.
The doctor turned his head toward Ivan but kept his hands firmly on Daisy's breasts as he announced. "Ivan, you know that his narrow chest makes his breasts appear larger than they are. The hormones will cause them to continue to grow."
A shocked Jack demanded, "Grow bigger, just how much? They're already gigantic!"
"I would guess a full cup size in the next six months. The good part for you young lady, the hormones will continue to make them more sensitive."
Jack thought back to his brief experience in the head and thought 'My God, how can they get more sensitive!'
"That's perfect. Thank you doctor," said Ivan, dismissing the physician.
"Perfect my ass," spit Daisy. "How dare you think you can do this? I never thought of myself as a feminist but by God it's my body, I'm not a piece of property you can do with whatever you want!"
"Listen to me Daisy; you are employed in my Club. You are nothing but a means to draw customers in, I made these specific changes because I intend to make you my star attraction when word gets out about you and your enhanced figure. You can't put a price on that kind of advertisement. The place will be packed every night."
Ivan looked at her coldly. "I'll make as many alterations as suits me. If you don't like it you can always quit. Once you have worked off the cost of the surgery of course. Sorry Daisy, nothing personal. I really like you. It's just business."
Daisy gestured at her new curves and yelled, "Bullshit! My body is not an ornament. These humongous hooters are way more than an infomercial for your club. So help me God, I'll pay you back for this."
The doctor had only stepped back, not leaving the room. He intervened before Daisy said something to make Ivan mad. He had seen that before and it was never pretty.
"Now Daisy, please turn around so I can check your buttocks." The doctor took his time massaging Jack's enhanced derrière in a manner similar to the chest inspection. He was a tad more thorough than Jack thought necessary, as his thumbs seemed to find a way to lightly graze Jack's sensitive rosebud several times. The doctor sat back and with an enigmatic smile said, "I'm sorry Daisy. I just had to check that no seepage had taken place. Just one more thing and then I will be done. Turn back around and face me please." Daisy turned around and the doctor's face was so close Daisy could feel his breath on his hypersensitive nipples. The doctor reached up and pinched each nipple, watching for a reaction from his patient, saying, "Just wanted to make sure they retained their sensitivity, are you having any problems?"
Daisy responded, "My nipples really itch and why are they so huge?"
The doctor looked at Ivan who shook his head no. The doctor lied, "The size will go down once the swelling from surgery goes away. It's normal for them to itch. Here this cream has estrogen in it. It will relieve the itching. I'll call round and give you some more if you like."
The two men watched with amusement as Jack put the chemise back on allowing it to float down around his body.
"This is utterly unbelievable," Jack howled. "Just get out, both of you perverts, get out and leave me alone!"
Jack looked to Ivan.
"All done Daisy. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable." The doctor's apology seemed genuine. He stood and walked halfway to the door and turned. "You've become a beautiful young woman Daisy. I wish you all the happiness in your new life; I have given you a hidden present that will reveal itself in time. I discovered the hormone patches you were wearing when you were brought to me. Rather than just give you a hormone injection, I implanted slow release estrogen capsules in your tissue. So for the next 6 months you will have no need for external estrogen, your body will produce it on its own!"
As the doctor turned to leave, he whispered to Ivan "In fact, she will have more estrogen in her than a maternity ward full of expectant mothers."
Jack quickly covered himself with the sheet. He was relieved that the doctor was gone. Being touched like that by the old man had made him feel violated and dirty.
"That wasn't so bad Daisy, was it?" Ivan had seen how uncomfortable Daisy had looked when Ben touched him and now he tried to play it down. "Most women get a breast exam every year and it's not nearly as gentle as the doctor did with you."
"If I was a woman I guess that would be reassuring," Jack replied. "Do doctors really push and squeeze you like that?"
Once Ivan was out of the cabin, Daisy got up and went to the head for a shower. The rest of the trip back home was uneventful. The new and improved Daisy, secluded himself in his cabin and refused to come out even to eat.
Once in port in Miami, Ivan decided to give his new girlfriend some space and arranged a limo ride back to her apartment. A knock on her door told Daisy it was time to leave. Daisy, still not adjusted to his new center of gravity, walked unsteadily out onto the quarterdeck, an ocean breeze ruffled his hair.
Ivan met Daisy at the gangplank. Daisy flipped his head to clear the hair from his eyes. Ivan backed Daisy up against the bulkhead and said, "I know you are feeling strange right now, I will give you a few days to adjust, but after that you had better snap out of it. I have spent too much time and money on you, so don't fuck it up or you will know what real pain is all about. Have I made myself clear?"
Anxiety and a good deal of fear kept Daisy quiet, as he squeezed passed Ivan and made his way of the boat and into the waiting limo.
Chapter 32 - A New Steve Emerges
It felt like his head was spinning and he had to put his hands on the car when he thought that he might faint. His thoughts were going 100 miles an hour and he tried shaking his head to clear it.
Steve and his analytical brain just couldn't figure out what was happening.
“I’m a guy, dammit! A kiss from another man shouldn’t affect me that way. After all, I’ve been around Fred before dressed as a woman and I even kissed him, even though I was just joking around. This time, Fred kissed me; it may have started as way to prank me back but ended up being something far more than a joke. For some reason, I kissed back. Something is wrong.’
With little fanfare, Phyllis simply opened his door for him and moved around to the driver's side. He was still googly-eyed, weak kneed, and flushed over the kiss and he stood holding the door, unstable on his feet. She finally yelled at him, "Get in the car, you’re embarrassing yourself." So it was with some effort he wriggled into his seat, butt first then he had to pull his belly and legs in.
Phyllis wouldn't start the car until his seatbelt was firmly secured around his rotund body. She loved the way the belt burrowed between his ponderous breasts and she watched Steve spend several seconds trying to get comfortable. Just as Phyllis started the engine, the toy baby in his fake belly moved. It was a surreal experience, one Steve found not all that unpleasant. Phyllis drove out of the parking lot, neither of them speaking for the longest time. Steve was still trying to get his heart beat and respiration under control, the simple act of climbing in the car had been physically taxing.
Phyllis kept her eyes locked on the traffic before them. Her smug expression at how she was embarrassing her husband had evaporated with the shock of the passion play she had witnessed. She was wondering if she had pushed her husband too far into femininity. She had only wanted to teach him a lesson, not lose him. Could he be at the tipping point and about to dive headfirst into the pool of estrogen? She decided to attack and see how he reacted and take things from there. She finally broke the silence.
"Young LADY, would you care to explain what you were doing tongue wresting with Fred?" With a heavy emphasis on the word lady.
A flustered Steve replied, "I'm sorry Phyllis, I can't explain it. It seemed like a good idea at the time. He kissed me with such passion. It was a natural reflex to respond in kind."
With a sigh he went on, "Remember when we used to kiss like that? I had forgotten how intimate it felt. I don't know what came over me."
Phyllis knew it was in all likelihood the multiple doses of Xanax that Rose had been feeding the boys, but she wasn't about to rat out her new friend. She was going to let Steve stew in his own juices on that one.
The faux baby moved again and seemed to be pushing on his bladder so Steve suddenly had an unrelenting need to urinate. "Please can we stop? I have to pee. We can discuss this afterwards."
Phyllis looked for and found the grungiest gas station on the highway and pulled in to the far corner of the lot. When Steve gave her a questioning look she responded, "I don't want to block access to the pumps.” Seeing that he was still functioning as her husband, she was going to continue her program of re-education.
Steve let himself out with a real sense of urgency. He tried to run but instantly found running wearing an elephantine body suit was a mistake. He had to use both hands to hold his rotund belly. So as best he could he shuffled to the ladies room only to find it locked. Phyllis smiled and pointed to the office. Steve made his way to the door and demanded the key from a pimpled faced boy in greasy overalls who was probably still in high school. The kid took his time finding the key that was attached to a phallic-shaped piece of wood. With a grin, he handed it to Steve with a warning, "We need that back."
Steve disappeared into the restroom, firmly locking the door behind him. Phyllis took pity on him and moved the car to save him the long walk, so when he came out it was right there.
He returned and wrestled his way back into his seat. His only comment was, "That was disgusting. I had to line the seat with paper towels, there was no way I was going to touch that stool. I feel like I need to be decontaminated."
Phyllis kept quiet and thought 'He may be learning something here. It will do him good.'
Phyllis could have parked on the street and made Desiree expose himself to the entire neighborhood, but took pity on him and pulled into the driveway. He struggled to get out and headed for the front door; Phyllis remained seated, and honked the car horn. Phyllis called him back to the car. Leaning in he asked, “What is it now?”
“I’m not your servant. You forgot your packages with your pretty bras.” With an exaggerated sigh, he reached into the back seat for the bag with his nursing bras. He angrily made his way to the front door, only to find his door keys were in his purse which was still in the car. He marched back to the car to grab his purse, Phyllis hadn’t moved and sat there with a smug look on her face and followed him up the walk to the door.
Just inside their front door, he stopped and demanded that Phyllis loosen the straps on the suit. She did so, which took a lot of the pressure of his internal organs but the suit wouldn't come off his chest. He tried to pull and immediately screamed in pain. Phyllis took pity on him and said, "Stay right where you are I'll get the fingernail polish remover."
"Damn it woman! I don't care about my nails this thing has a death grip on my nipples."
Phyllis was unwilling to admit her culpability in gluing the body suit on to him, so she replied, "That's just the suit’s self-adhering properties. The store said if there was a problem to use isopropyl alcohol. I could run to the hardware store and get some or you can let me use fingernail polish remover."
It took 25 minutes to free Steve and his boobs were red and supersensitive when they finally saw the light of day again. He headed for the shower.
Thirty minutes in the shower did nothing to tame his chia pet hairdo or sooth the tenderness in his chest. He came out of the bathroom with the towel around his waist. Phyllis started to instruct him in proper feminine bath towel etiquette, but decided that now was not the best time. She walked up behind him and as she pulled the towel off his waist said "Let me dry your back."
She did just that and then reached around and to gently begin stroking his manhood. After several minutes, nothing was happening so she moved around to the front and took him in her mouth. After some serious sucking, it swelled slightly; it was more of a limp noodle than the firm ramrod she was familiar with. His thing was never a massive redwood, more like a chiseled twig. But it was her twig and it was proficient at its intended purpose. Phyllis felt real remorse that there was no way this droopy thing could be used for penetration.
Steve pushed her away embarrassed at his lack of ability to respond. He immediately became apologetic, "I don't know what is happening to me. I bet it's those damn hormones you gave me."
It was a combination of frustration and annoyance at his accusation that made her lash back at him. "That's it you asshole! You can't perform like a man so you blame me."
"Maybe you just prefer men, like Fred. You and Fred really seemed to hit it off. There was definitely a sexual chemistry between you two. I bet if he was on his knees sucking your little baby maker, you could get it up. Shall I call him to come over?
Steve was beside himself with his own frustration and embarrassment. "Damn it Phyllis I am not attracted to Fred. I was just acting."
Her voice, tickling with laughter, replied, "Ha! If that was just an act, you deserve an Academy Award. If you would rather catch than pitch I will understand."
Steve, in a fit of anger, drew his hand back as if to strike Phyllis. She merely glared at him as if daring him. He quickly regained his composure and slowly lowered his hand to his side. Phyllis mockingly laughed at him. "What's the matter Desiree? Are you not even man enough to discipline your sassy wife?"
That stung!
"Damn it Phyllis, you know I'd never hit you!"
Phyllis wrapped her fingers around his ball sack and looked Steve in the face, "I know you better not! The consequences for you my prissy sissy would be disastrous. You would be singing soprano for the rest of your life."
Steve stood in the middle of the room trembling. Phyllis asked tauntingly, “What are you frightened of? Standing there shaking like a small child? Afraid your wife will turn you over her knee and smite your plump behind?"
"Phyllis, please stop tormenting me, haven't I been through enough today? Can't you see I'm a man and your husband?"
For six years she had put up with his macho ways and bombastic attitude and unapologetically sexist attitude of, 'a woman's place is in the kitchen or on her back in the bedroom pleasing her husband.' Now was her chance at payback and she was going to write the check.
With an evil smirk, Phyllis replied, "From where I am standing you don't look much like a man. I sure don't see my husband. The person before me has a cock that resembles his but now it's more like a chubby worm than my husband’s ramrod.
“I see a man wearing makeup, with curly blonde hair, painted nails and the start of a first class set of boobs and has spent the day wearing high heels and panties. By what definition would you call that person a man? At best, a hermaphrodite, at worst a gay faggot on hormones trying to pass as a woman.
"So what is it Desiree? Are you a man who can't get it up for his wife? A freak of nature who is half man and half woman, or just a late blooming homosexual?”
Phyllis’ words hurt, a lot. Steve was caught between the beginning of an emotional breakdown and an angry outburst that would destroy their lives.
"For Pete's sake stop calling me Desiree! And for the last time, I am not gay!"
"Alright. Perhaps just a limp wristed sissy who doesn't find woman sexually attractive?"
Her comments hit him like a freight train, he actually staggered back, shaking with anger and now wept openly. Phyllis thought to herself, 'It's a good thing his makeup is waterproof otherwise he would have raccoon eyes. Maybe I have pushed him too far.' Then the solution came to her like a bolt from the sky.
"Relax honey, I love you and we can work through your repressed gender dysphoria."
His knees went weak from embarrassment, through chattering teeth he replied, "It's nothing like that. I'm just cold. I need my clothes." Phyllis pointed to his empathy suit lying on the floor. "You want to put that back on?" She inquired.
"No, I just need a robe."
"You mean that old ratty white cotton thing. I threw it away. Phyllis reached into the dresser she retrieved a silk pink teddy. She handed it to Steve. "Wear this, it will keep you warm."
"Phyllis, I don't want to wear that. It’s too girlie. I don't know what is happening and I am really scared. I am not a gay faggot, I swear it to you. Can we try one more time to get my manhood up? I know it will respond this time"
A smile curled the edges of her mouth with a touch of condescension she said, "Actions speak louder than words."
Steve reached down and started to play with himself to see if he could get it up. But despite his best efforts, he got no response.
Phyllis took pity on him and said, "Now don't be silly, you are freezing, put this on so you don't catch cold. I bet your 'little' problem is just stress.” She reached up to his face and wiped the tears away with her fingers. “Don't cry dear, lots of men, even gay ones, have erectile dysfunction.
“You stay here. I'll fix you a drink to help you relax."
Phyllis rushed to the kitchen and went to the cabinet where she hid the Viagra just for times like these. Steve never took them, knowingly. She had taken to feeding them to him after his first couple of climaxes and she enjoyed the results…every time.
She returned 10 minutes later with a doctored gin and tonic (actually it was all tonic water). Steve downed it in several quick gulps. The taste of the tonic water was stronger than normal, but he began to feel more like his old self, his emotional trauma was now under control. He slumped languidly back onto the bed on his back; the hem of his short teddy coming to rest at crotch level. Phyllis stared at him with lust in her heart. She couldn’t help seeing that, unlike his penis, his pink nipples had no problem becoming erect. They stuck up obscenely and were clearly visible through his translucent nightie. The dichotomy of his limp manhood lying between his spread legs and his budding breasts and nipples standing tall produced a pep rally in her shorts. She had always had bi tendencies, now her husband stood on the brink of fulfilling some of her wildest fantasies.
Phyllis took a few minutes to regain her composure and to give her husband a chance to relax, letting the drugs take effect. After Steve had calmed down, she stood at the foot of the bed and started playing some music from her phone. Once she had his attention, she gave her husband the treat of a striptease, trying to get a rise out of him. Once she was completely naked, she climbed up on the bed in a coquettish manner and lay on top of her husband, her breasts resting against his. She started nibbling on his neck while her hand reached between them using her nipples to tease his sensitive nubs. She was rewarded with a sigh of pleasure, so she moved up and planted her nipple in his mouth while she reached around behind her and wrapped the silk nightgown around his semi-limp member and slowly pumped it with a light touch. She played him like a computer joy stick. He began to respond as she wanted and, in no time at all, Steve was as large and firm as he ever got. Phyllis took full advantage of it. In fact, she took advantage several times.
It was still dark and the middle of the night when Steve woke up feeling great. Phyllis lay next to him, her hand cupping his right boob. Despite the pleasure emanating from his manly chest he felt like a male for the first time since Rose had worked her maniac revenge on him.
In an effort to get him going again, Phyllis started to tweak his newest erogenous zone, his sensitive nipple. It seemed to trigger a radically opposite reaction than expected. Instead of a source of pleasure, Steve became angry. "Damn it woman, I'm a man. Stop that.” He pushed her hand away and his long manicured nails flashed into view. The dichotomy of his masculine feelings and his feminine appearance made him feel foolish, so he did the only thing he could.
Like a petulant child, he stormed off to the spare bedroom, his nightie flowing in his wake. He hoped to avoid his wife for a while, but unfortunately for him, she couldn't sleep and got up early to make coffee. She grabbed her cell phone and headed to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. The door to the spare bedroom was partially open and she slowly pushed it open to see her husband asleep atop of the covers.
He was the definition of sexy. From his hairless legs with their pink toenails gleaming like a beacon to his bleached blonde hair. It was impossible to miss his firm breasts pushing out from his chest and his face was still perfectly made-up.
She moved over to the bed and sat on the edge trying to decide what to do. The movement of the bed woke Steve; opening his eyes to see his wife staring at him. As he tried to sit up, she playfully yet firmly placed her hand on his boobs and pushed him back down. The nipples were still tender from the previous day's activities and he flinched, rolling away from his wife in total humiliation.
Phyllis suddenly felt guilty and cuddled up against her husband's back. Phyllis reached around him and gently covered one of his breasts in her hand. “Honey, it’s alright having breasts and it’s nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, I find them to be a real turn-on."
He angrily pushed her hand away and said, “Just leave me alone! You had your fun yesterday. I guess I showed you I am still a man. I have never come more abundantly. I bet you are still full of my seed."
No one likes being rejected and Phyllis was no different. Adrenalin surged and she slapped Steve rather firmly on his bare bottom which resounded like a gun shot. Before he could react, she forced her husband onto his back and hopped onto the mattress. Kneeling on him, Steve was pinned rather firmly to the bed. She started to play with his sensitive chest.
Startled at his wife’s aggressiveness, Steve was confused and a little embarrassed. Hyperventilating, he tried to struggle and yelled at her to stop and get off him. With an indigent tone, he roared, "I thought I showed you! Damn it woman I’m still a man. You got off more than once from my friend. That should end any discussion about me not being able to get it up."
She scooted up and had her knees pinning his arms to the bed. She matched his indignity with a smidgeon of condescension. "So you think you have rediscovered your masculinity and are ready to regain your throne as King of the house. I have news for you. From where I am perched, looking down at your plump pink lips and lovely eyes with their long lashes, you are better suited to be the Queen around here. Let’s face it The King is dead long live Queen Desiree. Your days as a viral man are over. I will never look at you the same way. I thought I had married a real man, not knowing you had this girlie side. You arrogant SOB, getting it up had nothing to do with your masculinity. I provided you with some pharmaceutical help; you know the little blue pill everyone talks about. That is why you were able to get your worm up.
Steve was shocked, “That’s not mine. Where did you get Viagra?”
She ignored his question as her attention was drawn to his chest; from her perspective it appeared as if he had grown overnight. "Steve, something is going on, it looks like your boobs have ripened since yesterday."
She continued, “Be a good lesbian, forget for the minute that you think you are my husband and put all that cunnilingus training to use. My fondness for oral sex is now firmly established. In fact, it is now my preferred sexual practice. The past week you have become a first class pussy licker. You have spent more time at my muffin than at the dinner table. NOW eat me out until I am clean."
"It will be a cold day in hell before I eat my own spunk!"
Phyllis laughed and said "Well honey it’s your lucky day; a Polar-Vortex just hit the netherworld. Bon appétit. You are not getting up until I am as clean as a whistle.” To end the discussion Phyllis moved further up and pressed her choking wetness firmly against his mouth to cut off any argument from him. "You are right about one thing I am still leaking your seed.” She reached down and pinched his nose closed as an additional motivator.
“Now get to work!"
She kept his arms pinned with her knees and pressed her sex firmly on his lips. She rode his face like she was on a bucking bronco. In the throes of passion, she flopped about like a fish out of water, which gave Steve a chance to catch a quick lungful of air every now and then. To keep from being suffocated, he complied with her demands, figuring as soon as he was finished she would release him. The taste wasn't as bad as he feared so eventually he got into his task with great enthusiasm.
Halfway to her first orgasm, the cell phone on the bedside table rang. It kept ringing without going to voicemail and was becoming annoying. Without letting the pressure off his face, she reached over and picked it up. She saw it was from Steve’s boss, Mr. Hampton. After she answered it, Bob explained Steve wouldn’t answer his phone so he was forced to try hers. Bob demanded that he speak to Steve. Steve kept working his magic tongue over her clit and she could feel her orgasm building, so Phyllis gasped out that he was preoccupied up at the moment and she would take a message.
She managed to end the call before the electric pleasure flashed from her slick pussy through the rest of her body. She finally deigned to show her husband some mercy and rolled off his face. She looked at him where he lay working to regain his breath.
“Thanks baby, that was over the top fantastic. It looks like I have found what every woman secretly wants."
"What's that?" he asked.
"A lesbian househusband", she jokingly replied. “Now get up and get yourself cleaned up.”
Steve was mortified at being overpowered by a mere woman, fearful at what she might do next he meekly replied, “You want me to play the occasional lesbian that’s okay by me. But I want to play husband and wife occasionally.”
Phyllis smiled at her husband and said “Sure, I’ll flip you to see who gets to be the wife first. You want heads or tails?”
She left him to get cleaned, up grabbing a clean pair of panties and a bra for herself.
Once Steve was finished in the bathroom, he found Phyllis in the kitchen sipping a cup of coffee.
Looking over the rim of her cup she said, "Your boss called while we were busy and was pretty upset you wouldn’t come to the phone. He has heard a disturbing rumor about your agent and demands a meeting with you today. What is he talking about?"
Steve thought on it and decided to open up to his wife. "It's nothing; at least I’m hoping that it is. We’ve lost contact with Jack. He has just disappeared. He went aboard Ivan’s yacht for a party and the boat and Daisy seems to have vanished. There was no way I could tell that to Rose." Steve’s brow furrowed as he went on "I’m afraid that Jack might end up as fish food.
"All this feminine undercover work is starting to get to me. I’ve never concerned myself before over the health of an agent before. He was supposed to be expendable after all."
"Getting to you how? Do you just like wearing female clothes it or has it opened a secret trap door in your psyche? Do you want to become a woman?"
"No! I am a man and plan on staying that way! It is just my emotions are coming to the surface like never before."
Phyllis knew that she had pushed her husband as far as she could and that it was time to be supportive instead. She put everything she had into trying to make him forget how she had been teasing him for the past day.
"Steve, calm down. I was just asking. Man, woman or she-male is fine with me. I will still love you regardless. Not only is you’re statuesque physique becoming more feminine by the day but it seems so is your psyche. Maybe the universe is taking a hand and freeing your alter ego. We’re friends’ first and sexual partners second. To be completely honest with you, I think sex has gotten in the way of our friendship. I would like to awaken our relationship as two friends. I have always wanted: a best girlfriend, perhaps we could try that and see where it leads us."
Steve knew that it would be fatal to admit his liaisons with Trixie, so he played it dumb. "I can't explain what is happening to me. My emotions are all over the place, I can't concentrate and it looks like I am growing a set of first-class tits. They’re driving me crazy, the nipples itch all the time and they are extremely sensitive to the touch. And worst of all, they have reached the point where they are quite obvious."
He stopped as his physical situation finally sank in and his face reflected all of his fear and uncertainty. "How am I going to meet my boss with this face and my tits showing?"
Phyllis looked thoughtful for a moment and said, "I can help if you'll let me."
A bewildered Steve readily agreed to let her try. What other options did he have?
Phyllis dug through her dresser and returned with a beige sports bra to help minimize his shape while providing support. “You can wear a loose fitting shirt and a ball cap pulled down low over your face. We can take the polish off your nails, but the acrylic extensions can’t be removed. Just keep your hands in your pockets."
"Thanks. I can't explain how humiliating it is looking like a silly ass girl."
Tongue in cheek Phyllis assured her husband, "I can only imagine how hard this is on a manly man like you. I'll do whatever I can to help."
Steve got dressed in the sports bra and his boy clothes and stood in front of the mirror. He was astonished at what he saw. The reflection was not of a man but of a sissy. There was a strong hint of boob and even his plump tush stood out in his largest slacks, the ball cap hid most of his curls but did nothing to keep his pink lips or blue eyeshadow under wraps. The thought occurred to him that he might get away with it if they were to meet in the middle of a gay pride parade.
Phyllis walked into the room and saw her husband posing in front of the full length mirror. She put her hand over her mouth to ineffectively stifle the giggle that still managed to escape.
Steve turned to face her, with his arms crossed over his chest, just under his boobs. Unfortunately, his pose only served to accentuate them. "Tell me the truth Phyllis. What do you think?"
Phyllis smiled gently at her husband. "I don’t think you can handle the truth!"
Steve didn’t respond so she went on, "I am not trying to hurt your feelings but looking at you the first thing that pops into my head is sissy milk toast. You could call that a disguise and get away with it, if the meeting were held in a dark alley."
Steve’s face exploded into shade of scarlet that Phyllis had never seen before. "I assume that Bob wants to meet in his office, I’ll sneak in through the garage entrance."
She shook her head. "Sorry no dear, he was concerned the office was being monitored. So he decided to meet at his favorite bar. During happy hour, if I remember correctly. That gives us time to get you ready.” She held her hand up to forestall Steve’s expected objection. “That location will actually work in your favor. Your boss will be the only one to recognize you and you will be able to blend in with the crowd."
"What bar is it?" Steve asked.
Phyllis thought for a second, she had been a bit distracted during the conversation, "Oh I remember now, it is the Iron Horse Watering Hole."
Steve’s legs turned to jelly, his face lost all its color and turned ashen gray. He collapsed to the floor.
Phyllis rushed to him asking, "What’s wrong dear?"
"The Iron Horse is a biker bar. If I walk in looking like a sissy it will be signing my death warrant."
Phyllis gave the problem some serious thought. "I can help you. Because of the situation, we are going to have to take drastic actions. If you’ll trust me. But I don’t want any back talk or resistance. If my idea is going to work we have to go all in."
Phyllis left the room to make her husband a cup of tea which she spiked with a double dose of Thorazine. Her physician’s assistant friend Betty had given it to her and she had kept it hidden on the back shelf of the refrigerator. Betty told her that the women’s clinic would never miss one bottle. She bragged it was really a wonder remedy for woman on the verge of a mental breakdown; because it is the closest thing to a mind control drug on the market. She promised that if she gave some to a patient; they would do whatever was suggested and not be able to resist. The devious part is that they would remember what they did but not why. In this case, Phyllis wasn’t looking to really humiliate him, but just get him to relax so that he could get through this. Although his post traumatic humiliation would be a bonus, after all pay back is a bitch!
While she was out of the room, Steve saw that the drawer of the bedside nightstands was partially open. He found the bottle of female hormones, but it was now half empty. He thought, ‘No way. She wouldn’t do that to me.’ He brushed the idea into the waste bin of his mind as he closed the drawer.
Phyllis ran her husband a quick bath and filled the tub with warm water and perfumed bath salts. She brought her husband the doctored herbal tea, telling him it would help to calm him down. He held the warm cup with both hands and looked off into space as if lost in thought. He suspected mischief but tasted the hot beverage anyway. He sipped the tea and slowly lowered himself into the warm bath, careful not to spill it. It didn’t take long before Steve was totally relaxed, almost comatose.
Soaking in the hot soapy water, he put down the now empty cup and ran his hands over his completely hairless body under the oily bath water and thought how silky smooth it felt. A few hours earlier he had been almost out of control with anger at his wife. Now the vengeful urge no longer had a firm footing. He slid lower into the water so just his nose and mouth were above the waterline. He must have dozed off for a second as he got soap suds up his nose. He woke with a start his eyes flew open.
He found himself looking at his pink colored toes gleaming like 10 beacons at the end of the tub. His view was distracted as he watched his breasts bobbing in the water his nipples perched atop his girly assets and were fully erect. He reached up and rubbed his fingers covered in the bath oil over the nipples. The sensation was almost orgasmic. Only the sound of Phyllis moving around in the bedroom kept him from continuing.
Steve forced his hands down to his sides. He raised his bottom slightly and let it back down making small waves that washed over his tits. It was a fun game that he kept at until Phyllis yelled at him to get out and get dressed. He got to the door and yelled into the other room. "Okay break the bad news to me, what am I wearing?"
Phyllis, in a festive mood, replied, "Don’t worry dear, I have everything under control. Trust me. Everything is laid out on the bed. Come see."
Steve dried himself off, dropped the towel on the floor, and stepped into the bedroom. What he saw brought him up short. He stood in the doorway, shoulders slumped with his arms folded across his chest, his eyes the size of saucers. Phyllis sat on the brown carpet next to the bed, her legs tucked under her in the lotus position. Seeing her husband's reaction, she raised her left eyebrow and smiled devilishly. Then said in a sweet syrupy voice, "What's the matter honey? You don't like my selection of lingerie for Desiree's début?"
On the bed was a smorgasbord of fine feminine assorted delicates. Phyllis pointed to the bed. "I did some quick internet research on that bar while you were in the tub. If you go in there as a convincing man, you might survive. Bikers don’t normally take to outsiders, so even if you could pull off the man thing you would be in great danger, the sissy thing will get you gang raped and probably killed. There is no way you can hide your permeant make up and curly blond hair.
"If you can't hide it; girlfriend, the only other option is to flaunt it. We'll go in the other direction. We will make you into a first class 'Tart'. The bar is known to be a hangout for working girls. We just need you to blend in with that crowd." She wiggled her finger and in a commanding tone ordered "come here." Pointing to the bed she said "Well what do you think?"
Steve narrowed his eyes to slits as he glared at Phyllis but said nothing. His throat was dry; he chewed on his lower lip unsure how to react. "Can't I wear something manlier or at least less feminine?"
Phyllis gave demonic laugh, "Oh pshaw! Let's face it dear right now you are technically a guy but not much of a man. When you let Rose give you the makeover, you forfeited your man card. Your days as a viral man are temporary on hold."
She understood his reluctance and she was prepared for it. His resistance had started out strong, but was crumbling. It just needed some more help. She handed him his second cup of drugged tea. Then in a firm voice that left no room for discussion she said, "Drink this now! This is what you are wearing. Put your underwear on. We haven't got all day."
His blush deepened, with trepidation he picked up an elastic thong. "Why" was his only comment?
"Silly, no girl wants a VPL."
"A what?"
"A visible panty line. Insert your marbles into their man cave. It is strong enough to hold them there and your baby maker will stay firmly nestled between your legs. Getting your boy parts out of the way will also have the added advantage of allowing you to cross your legs in a feminine manner."
Once things were in their proper place, he stood up and put his feet together. He pulled the thong up tight and felt it wedge between his ass checks. Looking down he was amazed, he saw only his long hairless legs and a very feminine bump in front.
Next was a satin underwire bra with pretty white lace around the lavender cups. Fastening it in place and adjusting his tits gave Steve a rather ordinary silhouette. Phyllis jumped up and seemingly out of nowhere produced two silicon pads (breast enhancers she called them.) Slipping them into his bra and under his fleshy mounds created a significant difference. Phyllis stood back and examined her husband and said, "Now you have a first class set of pompoms. I am almost getting boob envy. Put the waist cincher on next."
Steve looked at her with pleading eyes, "Now wait a minute. Why do I need that 18th Century torture devise?"
She impaled him with her glare, not bothering to hide her disdain. In a firm voice that left no room for debate, she said, "You'll wear it because I say so. It will flatten your tummy, take a good four inches off your waist, and correct your posture. Now put it on; I'll tighten it for you."
For some reason, Steve had an overwhelming need to grovel. He apologized like a penitent child.
"Yes dear, whatever you say, sorry I said anything."
Phyllis wrapped the garment around him and had him hook up the front. She stood behind him and went to work on the laces. As she tightened it, he pleaded with her to stop.
"Sniveling is not going to get you out of this. Now suck in your tummy, I am not stopping until the sides have come fully together."
He started to gasp for air, which only amused Phyllis. "Think short term pain for long term gain. This is doing wonders for your figure."
Once tightened as much as it would go. She stood back to examine her handiwork and said, "Well dear what do you think?"
A sheepish grin was all he could muster. He had to admit that the discomfort that he had just endured might actually be worth it, he certainly had the figure of a woman.
"Before we put your dress on sit at the vanity, I want to enhance your makeup. It's a good thing we never removed your nail polish, it will save us time."
He sat ramrod straight on the stool, the corset preventing him from slouching even a little bit. Phyllis went to work on his eyes first as she applied heavy black eyeliner over and under his thick lashes. She admired her work and said, "A little liner makes a world of difference. Don't you agree?"
Steve didn't see it that way at all. "A little liner my ass! I look like Elisabeth Taylor on the set of Cleopatra."
Phyllis snorted at his remark and went to work on his eyeshadow. With dark grays and blacks she gave him a sultry smoky eye look. Next were several coats of cotton candy pink lip gloss. Finally satisfied, she stood and spun Steve around. She heavily sprayed him with perfume. As the perfume settled over him like a soft blanket, he felt foolish and humiliated.
His reaction was totally missed by Phyllis as she nodded in satisfaction. "Now you are looking like a real party girl. Let's finish getting you dressed, wait here."
She retreated to the bedroom and returned with a pair of black fishnet stockings. Since Steve was unable to bend over, she slid them up his legs and fastened them to the waist cincher straps. She helped Steve to his feet. He turned his head to see what he looked like. With sullen acquiescence, he foolishly said, "At least they don’t have seams."
She smiled with false sincerity and said in a jovial tone, "Of course not. That would be gilding the lily."
Next was his dress. She got a dress off a hanger behind the door and held it open for him to step into. It was a mid-sleeve scandalously short pink chiffon dress with a halter top. It had a plunging lace covered neckline that plainly showed his growing cleavage and if you looked closely the perky nipples where apparent through the fabric. It laced up the back and pulled the dress tight in all the right places. If he stood still it just barely covered his garter tabs.
Pulling him to the mirror she nestled next to him and cooed in his ear, "Look you have gone from Steve, a dowdy government agent, to Desiree, a raving beauty." He stood there wearing a magazine-cover girl smile, flapping his eyelashes like butterfly wings, and admired himself. He was speechless.
Phyllis intently studied his reaction and thought, 'This day has the promise of delight and has auspicious possibilities. This entire exercise is intended to teach Steve everyone has a feminine side and a masculine side. The balance of male and female makes us whole. Neither is more or less important than the other - they simply offer us different and very necessary parts of our being. He’s become jaded over the course of our marriage. If a man is seen as sensitive and introspective, he is laughed at and labeled a wimp. Therefore, for a man, often it becomes dangerous to show feelings or let others in, as there is a great fear of ridicule and rejection. I want the compassionate, understanding man I married. I only have a few days to teach him being soft and empathetic is not a negative thing.'
"So you like it?" said Phyllis a rhetorical question because she could read the answer written all over his face.
He turned away from the mirror long enough to say, "Phyllis, you are a magician, a real illusionist. Under all this makeup and padding no one will recognize me. I’d kiss you but don't want to mess up my makeup."
"No worries sweetie pie, there will be plenty of time for that latter."
Phyllis then said in a firm voice that left no room for discussion, "Give me a twirl."
Steve did the best pirouette he could. The skirt flared out just enough to reveal he was wearing a thong. Steve was shocked that he actual loved the airy feeling. He ended up looking at himself in the mirror. Phyllis clapped in glee and let out a low wolf whistle and said "Oh my gracious – très sexy. You are going to attract oodles of attention."
Steve ignored his wife's mocking statement and stared at his reflection with a sense of disbelief. As a trained observer, he had been taught to look for things that seemed out of place. In this case, what he beheld wasn't the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and by no means a beautiful one; but a realistic looking woman, not the parody of girlyness he anticipated. He was lost in thought; he was neither fish nor fowl. He was so confused. His physical alterations were debilitating to his masculine self-image. But the mental repercussions were much more insidious. He tried to keep his bottom lip from shaking as he thought, ‘My God if Phyllis can do this to me in a week. What has Linda done to poor Jack in all these months?’
"Come on my darling, just a few more embellishments and you will be complete."
She added several gold bangles to one wrist, a cute woman's watch with faux jewels on the other. She clipped two large hoop earrings to his lobes. Steve couldn't stand to look at himself; he focused on a spot on the wall rather than his reflection. Lastly, Phyllis forced four large gaudy crystal rings on his fingers.
Holding up his hands Steve whined, "You have to be kidding. It looks like you mugged a drag queen."
"Oh contraire my sweet, don't be such a smart-aleck. They are the perfect adornment for your outfit. You're going into a biker bar and you need to be accepted as a party girl instead of a 'good' girl."
She threw a satin and crystal clutch handbag to him saying, "Everything you will need is in there. Lipstick, a compact, comb, some perfume and a couple of condoms." He caught it with practiced ease and dropped it on the bed.
“What about money, and my phone?” He asked.
"Dear I can assure you, looking like you do the last thing you need to concern yourself with is paying for drinks. Besides I have my phone in case of an emergency, so we're covered. It's a quick meet and greet with your boss. Then we girls can party – it’s happy hour."
All he could do was meekly stare at floor and that is when he saw them. His anxiety levels hit a new high. With a pleading tenor to his voice he begged, "Please not the streetwalker stilts."
Phyllis smiled, working hard to look reassuring and to keep the devilishness out of her expression, as she picked up the stiletto heels.
"Sorry dear your outfit screams for 5 inch CFM heels. Now sit and let me get them on you, these ankle straps might be a problem with your long nails. Besides, that corset won't let you bend over to put them on yourself."
Steve was tongue-tied but eventually got out, "Phyllis you have to be kidding, aren't the silver bells on the ankle straps a little over the top?"
With a big Oprah smile she said. "I think the soft jingling sound is a priceless touch. Now suck it up buttercup.”
She helped him stand in the skyscraper heels. He wobbled as the pumps forced his feet into an unnatural position and the straps dug into his skin. His first few steps where tentative, a tad clumsy and even awkward. He reached for the dresser for support.
Phyllis openly mocked him, "Give me a break Desiree. You act like it is your first time in stilettos. I spent a small fortune sending Steve to that sadomasochist Linda. You came home from there able to imitate a sexy stripper stroll if I remember correctly."
Phyllis picked up her cell phone and showed it to her husband. "I have her number on speed dial. Do I need to call her and send you back for a refresher course? Oh, I forgot she is all tied up turning your agent Jack into a submissive she-male. Well maybe she can squeeze you in on the weekends."
Steve felt the chill of fear running through him like a river and pleaded, "No that's not necessary! Just give me a few minutes. I'm sure I can handle these 'modest' heels."
"Good girl, now show me what you got. I'll keep the phone handy just in case." Phyllis got dressed while Steve practiced.
Where Steve approached the appearance of a lady of the evening, Phyllis was every inch a professional woman. She wore a tailored brown jacket and matching knee length pleated skirt and modest heels. She looked like she had stepped out of a boardroom.
By his third lap around the bedroom, his muscle memory had kicked in and Steve was giving a good imitation of a runway walk, hips undulating wildly. Phyllis continued to coach.
“Desiree, keep your chest out, wrists limp and don’t forget to give everyone your coquettish cover girl smile."
"Please stop referring to me as Desiree."
"Why not? That is your name until I say otherwise. One other thing, I don’t like your tone of voice, when you speak to me I want to hear the deference in it. As a real woman, I am due that respect. Linda assured me you spoke fluent bimbo Valley Girl. For the rest of the day I want only to hear your soft soprano speaking voice."
Steve's heart was racing wildly, he wasn't sure if it was from fear or excitement. It was obvious Phyllis was in no mode to negotiate so he reached back into his memory banks and recalled the hours of vocal lessons Linda had put him through.
Steve totally shocked Phyllis when he turned to her and, in a velvety soft voice, said, "Chill dudette. I'm totally trippin' on you baby."
Phyllis was giddy over the fact her husband could joke at a time like this.
"Grab your purse and don't lose it. I put your badge and HLS ID in there in case you need them. We can go. I’ll drive." She swept past him and headed out the front door.
Steve tried to act nonchalant, but was putting his deodorant to a real test; the sweat ran between his shoulder blades he fought to get his respiration under control. He made angry fists and felt his long shiny pink nails dig into the palms of his hands. The pain helped him focus.
He followed Phyllis out into the daylight. She had parked the car in the driveway. She opened the passenger door and proceeded to her side. Steve found with the corset he couldn’t bend over and climb into the car. Holding his purse took away the use of one hand so he improvised he had put his legs up against the door jam and squatted. Once his rear was situated, he clumsily swung his legs into the car. In no way was it ladylike but he got in.
Steve settled into a funk on the way to the bar. The drugs were starting to wear off. His face took on a somber cast. Phyllis reached over and put her hand on her husband’s knee. "What's the matter sweetie pie? You act like you are on the way to the gallows. By the way you are really cute when you sulk. The pout is just adorable, the guys are going to love it."
Exasperated and at the end of his patience, Steve replied, "You have to believe me, I’m not a sissy and certainly not gay, I have no interest in men."
"I am disappointed in you Steve, you say that like there is something wrong with being gay. And who knows you might enjoy sex with a man. I know I do."
As they drove through the roughest part of town, Steve fought to keep his knees together and looked over at his wife and merely asked, "WHY?"
Phyllis was concentrating on driving and knew full well what her husband wanted to know, but she tried to buy time to frame her answer. "Why what dear?"
"Why are you turning your husband into an effeminate Nancy-boy?"
"The answer to that is complicated. It's been called lots of things, shock treatment, and petticoat punishment, among others. Betty calls it estrogen therapy. Remember all those times, when I got emotional and even irrational during my time of the month. You were fond of saying it was just hormonal. I, well actually we girls and I thought if you could experience a little of what I go though you would be more sympathetic, no more PMS jokes. It is a fact; heavy doses of estrogen effects a person's emotional as well physical wellbeing. There is even some evidence it affects a person's cognitive abilities. In your case, it will probably just be temporary; you have already spoken of wild mood swings and tender breasts. It will get worse before it gets any better. That much I promise you.
"As to why you are dressed like this. I once overheard you at a party tell Fred that you thought all women were harlots at heart, but some were just better at hiding it. Today is to show you that sometimes a girl just likes to feel sexy, but that doesn’t make her cheap or a fallen woman. Assuming you aren't looking to hook up with some Neanderthal red neck, after a couple hours in a bar full of extremely horny guys, you'all have some idea what women go through. Don't get antsy and keep asking to leave, we will be here a full two hours. Just accept that I want to give you a full exposure to how a woman feels when she isn't respected. Tell me your attitude won't be changed after a few gropes and I am sure a lot of rude propositions."
Steve was almost completely in control of himself now and he spluttered, "You can't do that to me. I won't stand for that!"
"Okay big guy how are you going to stop it. I have the car keys, you have no money or phone. What are you going to do walk home? Have you seen the neighborhood? If you give me a hard time I'll put you on stage as a pole dancer and you'll do it with a smile and a thank you. Am I making myself clear? You do everything I say or I leave you here."
Phyllis took a deep breath as she turned into a parking lot, full of Harley’s. "We're here. But I digress, sit while I tell you the rest. You may not like what I have to say, but you are going to listen. I hate to say this, but you are not the man I married. He was kind, gentle, considerate, and empathetic – all traits normally associated with the females of the species. That is what attracted me to you. That is the man I fell in love with.
"After all these years, I think your work has turned your heart to stone. Your oostrich-like approach to the hell Jack is being put through makes my point. Rose and I agreed that if we could show you some of what Jack is enduring, you might intercede and save him before it is too late.
“This weekend is just the opening act in your redemption. You have never been domestically oriented. To ensure you don't forget this little experiment; until Jack comes home, you will be a shiny example of a domestic engineer. Around the house, it will be nothing but housework and you'll do it all in dresses and heels. If Jack can do it so can you."
"Bu…but that's not fair."
"Honey, fairness has nothing to do with it. Think of it as payback."
Phyllis walked around and opened Steve's door to assist him out of his seat. "When you walk, keep your back arched out, try and make your shoulder blades touch. It accentuates your perky little titties."
Steve headed for the main entrance and looked over his shoulder; Phyllis was still leaning against the car. "Aren't you coming?"
"Run along and find Mr. Hampton, I'll be along shortly, I don’t want to cramp your style."
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Steve stood at the door to the bar; he could feel the vibrations of the loud music. This really was not much different from the undercover work he and Fred had done in the past. The difference was that he was much closer to being the woman he looked like. He took a deep breath to settle his nerves and opened the door wide. He was greeted by a sea of humanity. He fought off a dozen gropes as he elbowed his way to the bar where he planned to start his search for his boss.
It felt like every guy in the bar was ogling him, the women had an entirely different expression.
Phyllis stood on a raised platform and watched her husband with an amused smile.
Steve reached the bar and scanned the room. A small group briefly parted and revealed his boss in a nook talking with two men in suits. That alone made them standout. By shouldering people out of the way he reached Bob, who was actively engaged in a conversation with the two men. He didn't want to give away his true identity to the strangers so he pushed his way into their circle and said in his best feminine voice, "Excuse me MR. Hampton; I'm …. Desiree. I need to talk to you in private."
Bob grinned like a cat that had swallowed the canary. He liked what he saw and what it might mean. "Excuse me guys. The little lady and I have some private business to discuss."
Bob grabbed Desiree by the wrist and pulled him to an empty booth in the back. Once there he plopped his body onto a sturdy bench before he pulled his new girlfriend on to his lap. Steve stumbled/fell across his knees.
With his mouth inches from Steve's face Bob said, "Desiree you must be new, I thought I knew every working girl here. Let's cut the crap and get down to price, give me your short time quote because I have to get home to the old ball and chain."
At that his hands reached up and cupped one of Steve's breasts. Steve was so shocked he sat frozen. Bob took Desiree's lack of protest as a sign of encouragement. So he leaned in and gave her a big wet sloppy kiss full on the lips. While he was trying to force his tongue into her mouth his free hand started working its way up her skirt.
Steve was frozen in shock at the treatment he was receiving. This behavior was grotesquely familiar to him, because he had engaged in it himself. If his female victims felt even a little of what he was feeling right now, he owed Phyllis and many other women some heart-felt apologies. Being pawed and mauled was absolutely disgusting.
Phyllis had been watching her husband's discomfort but enough was enough. She stormed toward her husband's mugging, shedding people like a fullback headed to the end zone. She was as angry as a bull. Once within earshot, she bellowed, "What are you doing to my husband? You pervert put him down!"
Bob jerked, sending Desiree flying. Who landed with a thud on his backside?
It hit him who this girl really was, "What the fuck is going on Garibaldi, why are you dressed like that? My god you look like a whore."
Embarrassed, Steve used the back of his hand to wipe across his lips and came away with a small pink smear of lipstick residue.
"No disrespect sir, but you didn't seem to mind a few minutes ago. I needed to talk to you without anyone noticing."
"Good job asshole. Now we have 200 people staring at us. Get off the floor and sit like a person."
"I need a hand up."
"I am going to kill you Garibaldi." Bob reluctantly stood and boosted Steve into the seat next to him with a single heave.
Steve sat and tried to pull the hem of his dress down. Hampton smiled at the action and took control of his emotional outburst and calmed down.
Steve slowly peeled away a curl that were stuck to his face with sweat, and tucked the stray lock behind his ear. He replied in a voice that contained a tinge of weariness and a hint of guilt. "As to why I look like this. The hair is just a matter of being practical, wigs are such a pain. Spending so much time in disguise, it is too hot and humid to wear a wig all the time. The rest is all about being able to pass so Ivan won't be able to tell who or what I am."
Bob chewed on that information for a moment then responded, "Steve, thanks for coming out on such short notice. I've been examining your progress reports and am delighted. Both you and Linda are very pleased with our agent's progress. In fact, Linda is predicting he will move completely to the pink team very shortly. The Intelligence section is starting to get a clear picture of Ivan's organization based on what your agent has provided."
"Sorry about this boss, it may not be all that easy, we've had a development."
"Steve, you Eye-talian asshole, remove your head from where sun don't shine and fill me in. I don't like surprises. What is wrong?"
Steve nervously coughed his face dark with concern. "Well it seems we have lost our agent."
Bill about came out of his seat, "What do you mean lost?"
"Well everything was working out perfectly. Our mole had been invited to a party aboard Ivan's sail boat. Linda had him all gussied up, gave him a cell phone in case of trouble and put him in a cab. It's been a week and that's the last anyone has seen or heard from him."
"Well where's the God damn boat?"
"We don't know. It left port and we can't find it either. We have tasked all our satellites to look for it. It's a big ocean out there, but no luck so far."
"I don't want to hear about problems. I want a solution; remember your career is on the line. What are your plans to fix this?"
"I can personally go back to the club and nose around."
"Hell you asshole you will camp out en femme at the club until you get a clue about what's happened to our agent. Do I make myself clear? Looking like you do, you should blend right in with that crowd. If our pigeon has flown the coup you will be applying for a full time employment at the Pussycat club."
"But boss remember they have that facial recognition program."
"That's a chance we will have to take. You fuck this up and your next assignment will be as a security guard at the mall. Now do you need backup? I'll have Fred go with you if you think it's necessary."
Steve gave it a moment's thought, "No, I think I'll do better on my own for now, having Fred around would be a handicap, he really isn’t into this cross dressing thing."
"Well Stephanie, or whatever the hell you are calling yourself, get your sissy ass out of here and get back to work. Keep me updated through Fred. As of now, he is the agent in charge."
Phyllis had moved away to give Steve and his boss the conversational privacy that they needed. Upon hearing Hampton's rudeness, she stood and moved to sit next to her husband. She clasped his hand and looked Bill in the eye. "Please use her proper name. Unless she is masquerading as a man she will be referred to as Miss Desiree."
"Listen Bitch, I don't take orders from anyone, especially from a skirt. Make yourself useful and go fetch me another drink. Get the good stuff a single malt scotch."
Phyllis started to rise to scratch out Bill's eyes, but her husband firmly held her hand and shook his head no. Phyllis took a deep breath and calmed down as a plan developed in her devious mind. She smiled sweetly at Bill before picking up her purse and going off to the bar. Steve had seen Phyllis behave like this before and he knew what it could mean. He had always been on the receiving end of the retribution that Phyllis' smile pre-staged.
It was a good fifteen minutes before she returned. Phyllis stood behind Bob and listened to him again threaten her husband with a promise to fire him for incompetence. She was proud of her husband as he stood up for himself. "Boss you can't fire me. All of my evaluations have been outstanding. You have no cause to do something like that."
Phyllis couldn't see it, but she heard the sneer in Hampton's voice.
"How dare you challenge my authority? You may be correct, about dismissing you. But I can give you every crap assignment that comes along. In fact, with you looking like a bitch in heat, starting Monday I’m reassigning you to the secretarial pool. How are your typing skills? I bet I'll be able to build a case for incompetence in a hurry!"
Steve sat up straight and tried to make his case. "I have too much seniority to be put into a GS-2 slot. Besides, without me, the Ivan case will collapse!"
Bill thought for minute and turned in his seat to fully face Steve, oddly his eyes were locked on Stephanie's chest. He replied “You're probably right. Losing this case would definitely not be good for my career. We'll compromise. As of Monday, you will be Fred's executive assistant. Make sure you are dressed appropriately for your new position."
Phyllis moved next to Steve and put Bill's drink on the table with a thud, spilling a small part of it. Hampton looked at it and then up at Phyllis, his eyes lingering on her bust. "Well it took you long enough."
Phyllis simply smiled and said, "Sorry, it was crowded at the bar. Drink up Mr. Hampton. It was my pleasure to serve you."
The tone in her voice signaled that she was up to something and it made Steve very nervous. She took a seat beside her husband. As he slid over to make room for her, he whispered to her, "What did you do?"
She answered in the same whispered level. "Shush, you'll find out soon enough."
Once she was settled, Phyllis looked Hampton directly in the eye and said, "I couldn't but notice Bill, but you seem to like my husband's cleavage."
Bill blushed, realizing that he had been caught. "I'll admit they are attractive. The clothes and makeup I can understand, but it sure looks like your sissy husband is growing his own set of tits. How do you explain that?"
“Well I admit it is my doing. I inadvertently gave him a potent super strength female hormone pills. And Voilá. You can see the results. "
She opened her purse and help up an empty pill bottle. "I truly hope you like man boobs Bill. I feed Steve just 2 of these pills a day, but I dumped 22 of them into your drink. I bet you'll be a full DD by the New Year."
The look on Bill's face was priceless, it was a mix of shock, fear, and anger. "You bitch! It's a felony to tamper with someone's food and drink. I'm going to have you behind bars before you know what's happening!"
Instead of responding with the fear someone faced with arrest and a long stay in jail, Phyllis smiled scornfully and laughed in his face. "Try and prove it big guy."
Hampton sputtered in frustration. "I'll have a blood test and once the results come back. I'll have you locked up. "Bill stormed out and headed for his car.
Steve turned to his wife with his eyes wide, fearful for what could happen to her, and said "You didn't really do that did you?"
Phyllis relaxed back in the booth and smile broadly. "I should have but I didn't. I simply dissolved a month's worth of my birth control pills in his drink. A blood test will only show a slightly elevated estrogen level. Just enough to make him worry. I'm quite sure that we have nothing to worry about."
She straightened up and patted him on the arm. "Now come on. We have to take you shopping. You are going to need new outfits. You'll need several pant suits and a few jacket skirt suits. We need to stop by a good wig shop. The blonde curls are just not suitable for an office setting. I was thinking a brunette medium length layered wig. It will give you a much more professional appearance."
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A sniveling Jack entered the limo and sat in a zombie-like trance, lost in a world of self-pity. Before he knew it Jack found himself at his apartment building. The driver opened his door and gave Jack a hand climbing out. Jack stood up straight and was met with a chorus of catcalls and whistles, running a gauntlet of young men 'hanging out' on the sidewalk. Jack made his way to his apartment door. By now he was crying hysterically when he realized Ivan had kept his purse. He had no keys, money, or identification. Jack knocked loudly on his apartment door, praying that Linda was home.
Linda eventually opened it just a crack. She looked out; but didn't recognize the woman in the hall. Jack's heart nearly burst at seeing 'his' Linda again. She started to close the door, but Jack put his foot against it. For a minute it was a standoff. Linda pushed but Jack refused to move his foot. It took a moment for Linda to recognize Daisy. Her eyes went wide and her mouth opened and closed a couple of times but the only thing to come out was a squeaky, "Wow!" Gaining her voice, Linda threw the door open and gawked. Without thinking she said the first thing that came to her, "Daisy where did you get those knockers? Your face looks different too, what all has been done to my Daisy. This has got to be a gigantic story, come in and tell me what happened."
Daisy feeling exposed in the hall, kept his head down and attempted to rush into the apartment trying to sidestep Linda. In his haste, all he managed to do was bang his left breast on the door frame. Grabbing his boob in pain, Jack slouched over trying to minimize his tits. The novelty of being a stacked woman was fading fast. Massaging his tender boob, Jack said, "Linda that Ivan is a miserable vermin, and that ship of his is a petri dish, he gives cockroaches a bad name."
For emphasis Jack put his hands under his breasts and heaved them up. Look what he did to me. These aren't breasts, they're udders. I am nothing but a circus sideshow; I'm 120 pounds of walking, giggling tits! Getting here from the car was unbelievable; everyone was staring at my boobs."
Linda saw that Daisy was having an emotional tsunami. She knew she must do something quickly to save his mental wellbeing. Pointing down the stairwell she said, "Don't worry about those people, they are just reprobates. Now let's get you bathed and into bed, I will bring you a good stiff drink, then we can have a long talk."
Sitting on the side of the bed, Linda could only gawk at Daisy's titanic tits, and then with a sheepish grin, Linda nonchalantly laid her hand on Jack’s thigh and finally had to inquire, "Oh, hmm…Daisy, I have to ask, did Ivan take the family jewels?"
A weeping Daisy responded, "Um, no he left them for what good they will do me, the doctor also told me he implanted massive amounts of time released female hormones inside me. Which means my boy parts are going to become irrelevant in time. Linda what am I going to do? I am such a freak, I'll never be able to be a man again and with these monstrosities I can never be a normal woman."
Linda mused to herself that Daisy's petulant little pout made her look even sexier than she normally did. Trying to liven the moment Linda said with a grin, "Daisy, it looks like you hit the jackpot in the boob lottery."
"Actually Linda, I won the booby prize," joked back Jack.
The brief change in his mood encouraged Linda, "Daisy, you may not want to hear this, and forgive my audacity. Your figure may be of staggering proportions but I think you are stunning, I don't care what they say Daisy, but size does matter. You have a set of breasts that a man or woman could get lost in. In fact, it would take three days to find your way out of those mountains of flesh. I could spend a lifetime mapping the topography of your chest."
Daisy tilted her head and batted her eyelashes at Linda and seductively whispered, "Linda, you really make me feel good about myself."
With the tension now broken, Linda noticed Daisy's nipples and aureoles were well developed and extremely predominant. Daisy turned her head and laid it on Linda's warm and inviting shoulder. The two 'women' spent the remainder of the night wrapped in each other's arms. With all the sympathy she could muster, Linda comforted Daisy, kissing her forehead. She said, "Honey I will help you if I can, but you have got to realize I am just a contractor, hired to do a job. My self-interest can't be put in jeopardy. However I will do whatever I can to help."
After spending most of next the day trying to console Daisy, Linda finally told her roommate, "Listen honey, I have to go into the office for a while, Steve is demanding a report on your absence. We were all very worried about you. Besides I have to tell him about all the physical changes to your body and about your fragile emotional state. You have to trust me on this one; you are going to be fine. You have my word on that! Will you be all right if I leave for a few hours?"
Jack answered with a sniffle, wiped his nose and nodded.
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Bright and early an anguished Steve arrived for work in his fashionable pants suit. He stood off to the side of the main entrance and patted his brunette wig to ensure it was in place; he adjusted the shoulder strap of his purse and tried to muster the nerve to enter. Eventually, a gaggle of secretaries arrived. Steve fell in to the rear of the small party hoping to slip in unnoticed. He hadn’t gone three steps when he was stopped by a security guard, demanding his identification.
Steve opened his purse and handed his picture ID to the guard, who snickered as he compared the picture to the person in front of him. The guard coughed and said "Sorry Miss Garibaldi, I didn't recognize you.
"Don't be an asshole Glen. I'm undercover. Just give me back my ID."
"Sorry, no can do! I have very explicit instructions to confiscate your ID."
"What am I to do?"
Laughing Glen replied, "I was told human resources would issue you a new one, I'll escort you there and then I was told to take you to Mr. Hampton's office.”
Steve sat in a standard government issued gray hard back chair waiting for his new ID picture to be taken when his cellphone rang. Steve fumbled in his purse to find the phone. It was a text from Linda that simply said, "Good news. We need to meet at our normal place.” A relieved Steve smiled for his picture.
Steve was handed his ID that now read HLS Agent Miss Desiree Garibaldi.
A furious Steve stuffed the ID into his purse, pulled out his compact and quickly checked his makeup and headed for his rendezvous with Linda. He would talk with her before he faced Fat Bob.
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Jack watched the front door close. Finally alone, Daisy spent a long time standing naked in front of the mirror studying his new body. His diet, exercise, and hormones had sapped the bulk of his manly muscles, leaving behind nothing but soft curves. The front of his breasts appeared so full and ripe that they actually concealed a portion of his thin arms when he held them at his sides. Jack felt a sense of shame at the fact that his own image produced a semi-sexual arousal within him. Strangely, it was more emotional than physical. Walking with his breasts unrestrained was a major distraction. The mounds of flesh grazed his arms when he moved.
Reflecting on his new image, one word kept jumping into his head and only one word, 'Bimbo'. Jack wondered how he'd have the nerve to show himself like this in public, even at the club he would stand out. The solitude dampened his spirits even more. Jack actually contemplated suicide. He concluded, that living like a freak, was not worth living. Anything was better than going through life like it was a perpetual Halloween. The emotional and physical turmoil were more than he could handle. The reverberations of his emotional abuse by Linda followed by the physical abuse inflected by Ivan hit like a train wreck.
Jack wandered the apartment looking for a way to kill himself. He searched through the bathroom medicine cabinets, but found nothing. Unfortunately, he had never had a very high capacity for withstanding pain, so whatever means he took would have to be painless. He would jump off the top of the building but he was afraid of heights. That left him with very limited options. Eventually he realized that he didn't really want to die, he just wanted to stop hurting on the inside.
Thoughts of suicide temporarily put aside, Jack realized he needed help. He really needed someone to talk to. Linda was out, she was a total psycho, and Ivan was an uncaring bastard. The girls at the club were a possibility, but in his heart Jack knew he needed a friend.
Standing in front of his bathroom mirror, Jack was awed and disturbed by his reflection. Then it hit him. "Damn!" He breathed, "I’m quitting this spook operation and I’m going back to Rose; we were the best of friends maybe we can recapture that. I’ll plead with her to take me back. With her love and support I can get through this!"
Jack needed to get dressed. He quickly found that walking around with an unsupported bosom was not an optimal solution. It was obvious he had to find something to stop his fun bags from wildly flopping around. Going through his massive wardrobe, Jack could find nothing that fit his new dimensions. Finding his largest bra, Jack unsuccessfully attempted to stuff his humongous jugs into the hopelessly overmatched bra cups, but once he managed to fit his flesh into the cups he wasn’t able to get the bra’s band to fasten closed. As a last resort, he dared to enter into Linda’s inner sanctum and searched through her lingerie. He found her largest brassiere and tried it on. He could at least get it closed, but the mass of flesh popped out whenever he moved. Even standing perfectly still, mountains of cleavage over flowed from his tight top. It wasn’t a perfect solution, he then remembered an old bustier that Linda owned, but it was on the top shelf.
Jack bit his lip in concentration and wrapped an arm around his vast, jiggling bosoms before he took a pathetic little bunny-hop in the air, his other arm straining upwards for balance. He managed to grasp the bustier but landed on his ass, boobs oscillated uncontrollably for ages. Jack actually thought it was funny the way the huge creamy spheres danced so happily in contrast to his dark mood. Eventually, he put on the old bustier with half cups. It provided some support, as his breasts rested on two soft pink shelves. Unfortunately, his nipples were not covered and they stood out hard and firm like two stone monuments. As Jack looked down at them, he sadly wished his penis could get that hard.
He found that the only top that had a chance of fitting was one of Linda's knit sweaters. Stretching a size eight over his size 12 chest was a struggle. One in which on Jack found he was in point of fact busting out of. Jack was concerned that his nipples would actually force their way out of the knit weave.
He donned a matching skirt, and then retrieved a purse, lipstick, and car keys. Daisy ran a comb through his hair and was finally ready to go. After a couple of hours of driving around, Jack arrived at his old home. He pulled up and parked across the street, as he set the handbrake Jack began to panic. He realized he didn't even know if Rose lived there anymore. It had started to get dark, so Jack decided that he would wait for a while and see what developed.
While he waited, Jack must have touched up his lipstick a dozen times. It seemed that old habits are hard to break. It was now after 6 PM about the time Rose normally got home from work. Watching a gull taking advantage of the late afternoon thermals, it slowly circled above what used to be Jack's home. As the sun dipped below the palm trees, the gull made a swan dive and disappeared behind the shrubbery.
Jack took the disappearing bird and its lonely call as a precursor of his hopes of reconciliation with Rose. His melancholy shrouded him just as evening twilight enveloped the car. Jack thought, 'After the way she treated me, what argument can I use to convince her to take me back. Will telling her if she doesn't take me back I am going to kill myself work? How would I do that, I hate the sight of blood, don't like pain, the only way is to hang myself with a pair of pantyhose. Will she even care?' The longer Jack sat, the greater his doubts and insecurities grew?
The sun had faded behind the tops of the palm trees as the horizon turned from fiery red to shades of maroon and purple. Jack was starting to question his decision to come here, the only reason he stayed was the fact the porch light was on. Jack desperately grasped at the straw of Rose's last words, 'I will leave the lights on for you'. Did she mean those words as a ray of hope or was it just another cruel taunt from his former wife?
Then out of the dusk, a set of headlights illuminated Jack's car. He slumped down in the seat to remain unseen. A strangely familiar car pulled into the driveway. Jack intently tried to determine if the driver was Rose. He mustered his courage and prepared to exit the car. His plan was to intercept Rose before she got inside, figuring she was less likely to make a scene in public. Just then the driver opened the door and the dome light illuminated the driver. Not only was it not Rose, but it was Mike, his old nemesis. Jack's heart stopped as Mike got out went to the passenger side and helped Rose out of the car. With his arm supporting her, Mike helped an obviously pregnant Rose get to the front door. Rose handed Mike a set of keys and he opened the door and both disappeared into the dark house. The porch light was turned off.
'You whoring bitch!’ thought Jack as he drove away. The night sky had turned inky black, reminiscent of a tomb. Jack drove back to Linda, the only sanctuary he had left. The entire trip home, Jack was tormented by the image of Mike and Rose together, it was his worst nightmare.
During his commute home, Jack went through a transformation, his self-pity and despondency morphed into a driving desire for revenge. Suicide would have to wait. Jack had a mission to accomplish first. Jack cursed aloud, "He would find a way to get back at everyone. He had no idea how, but he would find a way. No matter what happens I am going to payback Rose for her callous vindictive behavior. Linda was next, she would be made to pay for her cruelty – 'Reap what Ye Sow'. Then there is Ivan, I will have to come up with something appropriately special for that monster."
An apprehensive Jack returned to the apartment, entering in a flourish to find a concerned Linda waiting patiently. In a melodramatic fashion Jack told Linda, "I am ready to do whatever it takes to get Ivan, he is going to pay for what he did to me."
An obviously relieved Linda greeted Jack and, in a bitter tone, replied, "Good! But you still must be punished for leaving without my permission. Take that ridiculous outfit off. We will get you some clothes that fit your matronly figure tomorrow. Strip and do it now! Take off everything except the heels.” As he walked nude, his new breasts seemed to have a life of their own. With every movement, they swung and bounced against each other, producing a significant quivering of flesh upon impact.
Linda threw Jack a jump rope, and told him to start skipping. It took Jack all of two seconds to realize jumping rope in 5 inch heels and no bra was a painful challenge. When Jack paused to complain, Linda gave him a withering stare and retrieved her 'stick'. The message was clear and Jack resumed his exercise. Jack got into a rhythm and skipped rope. His new unsupported breasts really began hurting flopping around like two gigantic wrecking balls. Jack attempted, with very little success, to contain them with his forearms as he exercised. Linda assailed him with degrading laughter. Eventually, Linda became concerned Daisy might damage her implants and terminated the night's entertainment.
As Jack climbed in bed, Linda stuck her head in and inquired, "Well Daisy what did you learn tonight?"
"I learned that I will never do anything ever again without a proper bra."
After putting Daisy to bed, Linda made a phone call and had several new outfits and bras delivered to the apartment.
The next day had Daisy dressed for work in a simple black dress that was high cut. He put on a small petal jacket in sparkling silver print with a hook and eye closure at the neckline in hopes of camouflaging his massive breasts. With hunched shoulders, Jack tried to quietly sneak into the club and just assume his normal duties. The first Daisy sighting set off a celebration of squeals and oohs and aahs from all his friends. Jack was inundated with questions concerning his welfare and where he had been.
Touched by the honest show of emotion, Jack broke down and cried. Eventually he was forced to compose himself when Phil started yelling at everyone to get back to work. At the dinner break, Daisy gathered everyone and related his story. Daisy claimed she had found a 'sugar daddy.' Who had swept her off her feet and taken her for a few ‘minor cosmetic improvements’.
This produced a howl of laughter from the group. Sue pointed at Daisy's chest and commented, "If that is a minor improvement, I don't want to be around for a major renovation." Despite the constant nagging, Daisy refused to reveal the name of her benefactor. The way Ivan was hovering around Daisy, it didn't take Sherlock Holmes to solve the mystery.
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Chapter 33 - Growth
Daisy was busy adjusting to life as a Dolly Parton-esque woman, fending off the predictable rude off-colored comments. This took place, all under the watchful eye of Ivan or, in his absence, one of his henchman. By late afternoon, Daisy's shoulders were hurting as his bra straps dug into his shoulders from carrying around his mammoth melons. The lunch hour crowd had been heavier than usual. He was bracing himself for the happy hour rush, counting the hours until closing.
Across town, Phyllis was concerned about her husband's mental and physical wellbeing. So much so that, after she had sent him off to work, she scheduled an appointment with a doctor.
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It was finally quitting time at the HLS building and an apprehensive Steve headed for the front door. His first day at work as a woman had been stressful. He'd been ostracized by the other ladies, even though he had apologized for is his superior attitude of the past and replaced it with a more respectful demeanor. None of them would even acknowledge his presence, even when he asked them a direct question like where the paper for the printer was kept. He did hear their snide condescending remarks anytime he left the room.
He was not looking forward to the bus ride home, because of the hour he arrived to work he was about the only person on the bus, but from experience he knew it would be a jam-packed ride home. He prayed he would get a seat, the thought of another 45 minutes standing in heels did little to brighten his outlook. He stepped out onto the sidewalk and was momentarily blinded by the bright Florida sunshine. He was stunned to see Phyllis double-parked and waiting for him. Steve's first impression was that her presence spelled trouble. His insides trembled at what trials and tribulations she had planned for him now. He opened the passenger door and got in, placing his purse on the floor next to his feet. Phyllis turned to him and gave him a million dollar smile, which set off Steve's trouble radar even more.
She reached out and patted his hand, "How was your day? You look exhausted."
Steve related that he had had a horrible day, "The secretaries refused to even talk to me. When they did it was with the sharp edge of their tongues. I gave my best Desiree performance, I was deferential and submissive to everyone in the office. I did my job, even when they were degrading ones normally assigned to the lowest secretaries. Things like serving coffee, making copies, filing and typing. I swallowed my pride and performed each task without any complaints.
But my god, you would've thought the world had come to an end when I committed the faux pas of getting a run in my pantyhose. The fashion police descended on me with a vengeance, every girl in the place thought it necessary to inform me of my problem, my email was swamped with derogatory mocking comments. I don't understand why I got the cold shoulder." Just telling about his day brought back the demoralizing feelings he had been experiencing all day. He felt even more beaten down now than he had just a few minutes ago.
Phyllis merged out into traffic just missing a large red pickup, "Dear you know I love you, but referring to your co-workers as 'girls' and not woman might be a major issue."
"I didn't mean anything by that it is just a figure of speech."
"It may be a figure of speech; but it is indicative of your true opinion of the ladies in the office. Until you think of them as equal productive components in your organization, you will never be accepted by them as a man or as a woman. Now what have you learned today?"
"I guess that I learned three valuable lessons, first was that what the secretaries do is vital to the accomplishment of our mission. On a less serious note, I learned I need to keep a spare pair of pantyhose in my desk. Lastly, spending 8 hours in heels is undeniably a pain in the rear end."
He paused as he recalled other things from the day.
"Even that asshole Fred got into the act. Rather than provide sympathy, he used me as a simple clerk so that I spent most of his day typing up reports. Because of that, I was behind my agent work so I found it necessary to pull all the archives and sort them by case number and then refile them during lunch."
It was with some bitterness that he continued, "I thought we were friends but between making copies and running errands Fred required me to serve him coffee throughout the day."
While they waited for the light to change, Phyllis turned to her husband and said, "Dear your lipstick needs to be touched up, run a comb through your wig too. We're about at the doctor's office. I don't want your appearance embarrassing me."
"Doctor? Why are we going to a doctor?"
"I'm worried about your ED problems and continued breast development. I thought you were too. Don't you want to find out what's going on?"
Phyllis parked next to a large medical building on the outskirts of town. Steve was very apprehensive about the entire thing. He followed Phyllis into the lobby, trailing behind her like an unwilling child. They stopped at the building directory, Steve's heart rate accelerated as he scanned the various doctors. The first floor contained only a woman's clinic, the second was allocated for obstetrics and gynaecology specialists. Phyllis took his hand and led Steve into the evaluator. Steve stood perfectly still afraid to even breathe and watched as Phyllis pushed the button for the third floor. She could see the relief in his face. She turned to her husband and said "You didn't think I was taking you to an OB/GYN did you? Heavens no, I made an appointment for you with a general practitioner. From what I hear, she is the best in the state. I want to know what is happening to you so we can fix it."
After filling out the reams of medical history forms and insurance information, Steve and Phyllis were lead to an examination room where they again had to wait. Finally the doctor, a tall handsome middle-aged woman with flaxen hair and penetrating deep blue eyes, came in and introduced herself.
For all of her initial appearance that made her appear rather severe, the tight bun her hair was pulled into didn't help, she was friendly and respectful. She sat down at the desk and listened as Phyllis explained her concerns, making notes all the while. After having Phyllis relate her observations of Steve's development, the doctor ushered her out of the exam room and back out to the waiting room.
The doctor commenced a meticulous examination and made more notes in Steve's file. She then sent him to the lab on the next floor where blood, urine, and sperm samples were taken. He was also subjected to an embarrassing mammogram.
When he returned, he was put back into the exam room and told to strip. Phyllis had looked concerned when he had left the offices to go to the lab, but relaxed when he stopped and explained that they were just doing some tests. He was glad that she had stayed behind when they prepared him for the mammogram. His breasts still hurt from how they had been squeezed.
Steve sat for an hour, waiting for someone to come in. At one point, he was sure that they had forgotten him and he had poked his head out the door to catch the nurse. She had explained to him that they were still waiting for a couple of the tests to come back and that it wouldn't be much longer.
The doctor finally came in carrying Steve's file, which had grown substantially in the past hour. After scanning the test results, because she had obviously studied them before, she conducted a more detailed physical exanimation that focused on an embarrassing breast assessment and then moved to a more routine genital, anal and prostate examination.
When she was done, she sat down in a chair facing Steve and said, "Alright Mr. Garibaldi. The good news is you don't have any STD's. However surprisingly your estrogen levels are off the chart. I was initially concerned that you might have a condition referred to as gynecomastia where some males develop the fatty tissue around and under the nipple. In most cases it develops into something similar to a female breast.
"What would cause that doctor?"
"Excess boozing, overeating, and, of course, female hormones have been blamed for blokes sprouting moobs."
"What?"
"Sorry that is crude street name for man boobs. This may happen whenever the testosterone level drops. Your lab results are confusing. Surprisingly, your estrogen levels are off the chart. These are numbers I would expect to see on someone going through SRS. Your wife isn't here right now and I'm your doctor. This won't go anywhere else so tell me the truth.
Steve broke down and told the doctor about his rape and Trixie the whore injecting him with some unknown substance and even discussed his recent sissification by an angry agent's spouse. Which led to a dialog about his recent erectile dysfunction. He was most distressed that, as his boobs grew larger, his manhood proportionately became smaller.
The doctor smiled knowingly, "I've heard about some new super dug circulating in the transgender community, but this is the first time that I've encountered it. This would make a fascinating paper. With your permission, I would like to do nothing but monitor your condition for a few months and see where this goes."
"Hell no! I want you to stop this thing right now. I want my old body back!"
"I'm sorry, it isn't that easy. I can give you testosterone injections, but without really understanding what you have in your system the results could be unpredictable and even dangerous. The good news is that your testes appear to still be working normally, your motility is a little low but well within norms. Again, let me reiterate that it is my advice that we wait and let your system handle this problem without interference."
"Doctor, please you have to do something. I can't go on living as a man with this body."
The doctor got a serious look on her face and came to a decision, grudgingly she wrote a prescription for testosterone and handed it to her patient, "Mr. Garibaldi, this is against my medical advice; but I will prescribe massive doses of male hormones for you; on the condition you let me monitor your condition on a weekly basis.
"I doubt that your body will ever be the same as it was. As a best case, your breast development will stop and maybe reverse itself, but there are no guarantees. This is just an educated guess, but say in six months your system will have stabilized. In the meantime, I'm afraid you will need to become accustomed to wearing a bra for support."
"No way it ain't happening!"
She leaned forward and said, "Steve, without one you will most assuredly experience some discomfort during normal day living and even worse during exercise. Unsupported breasts will pull on internal components of your breasts and that will be painful. Additionally there could be significant damage to the ligaments that attach your breasts to the pectoral muscle on your chest. It could also cause changes to the glandular tissues and fat reserves that make up your chest. This could further stress the suspensory connective tissues. I would be most concerned about you developing breast ptosis. Which in common vernacular, means your breasts will sag and lay against the chest wall. This in turn may result in excessive perspiration, resulting in the irritation of the skin and skin rashes.
"From a purely aesthetic perspective, I am convinced a brassier is a necessity. If you truly intend to return to a masculine form, a bra will help ensure that you won't end up with two large flabby blobs on your chest. Best case is that they will be perky and firm."
Hearing the difficulties that he faced brought Steve up short. At some level, he had feared that he would need a brassiere to keep his breasts from sagging, but he prayed it wouldn't be necessary.
"But doctor, a bra really seems to emphasize my predicament. It will make it nearly impossible to appear in public as a man."
The doctor looked lost in thought and finally turned to her patient to say, "I must admit that the size of your breasts are going to make them hard to hide. Even with a minimizer bra, it will still be obvious you have well developed breasts. If I were you, I would just go with the flow. There is an excellent beautician on the corner that can help you present as a believable woman."
A livid Steve stood up knocking over the chair, "Why can't we just cut these things off?"
"Well we could but since there is no solid medical reason for doing so, I doubt your insurance would pay for the procedure. Also, you must realize you will lose all nipple sensitivity. In homo sapiens, the skin of the nipple is rich in a supply of special nerves that are sensitive to stimuli. So in both males and females, nipples are a major erogenous zone. From my examinations your nipples are extremely sensitive. Speaking as a woman, nipple stimulation can be quite an enjoyable experience."
My research indicates that yours is a unique case. Ignoring your male anatomy, it would appear as if you're just a late bloomer female entering puberty as an adult. Giving that up would be a major sacrifice just to acquire a more androgynous appearance. Please give it some serious thought."
Steve ripped off his paper dressing gown and his pulled on his pants, grabbed his shirt and started to button it over his protruding breasts. The first several buttons refused to remain closed, revealing a rather full cleavage. In exasperation, he threw on his jacket and stormed out of the office.
Steve passed through the waiting room and fetched his wife.
"Where's the fire dear?" Phyllis said being rushed to the elevators.
"That woman's a quack."
"What did she say?"
Holding up his prescription, Steve said, "She said I have an unexplained hormone imbalance and to take these pills until I return to normal. Let's go get these filled I need to start taking them right away."
"Hold on, I would like to talk to her. Would you mind?"
"Be my guest. I'll wait here."
Thirty minutes later Phyllis returned and grabbed her husband. "Well it's good news. I don't know why you're so upset? The doctor was very upfront with me about your upfront situation, pun intended. You could see some reduction but in all likelihood your moods are here to stay. The way I see it, the worst case is that in a few months, you might need surgery to remove the excess flesh at the end."
Steve was close to stuttering in his frustration at his whole situation.
"Are you kidding? She said I have to wear a bra for the foreseeable future. Aside from the fact they make me look like a hermaphrodite, these damn things itch so much I'm going crazy. I asked if she could just cut these damn things off now. That would solve all my problems."
Phyllis was overwhelmed at her husband's outburst. Her heart ached in sympathy for him. "Now wait a minute, let's not do anything so drastic. I did discuss the possibility of a double mastectomy but I think that may be a bit premature at this time; maybe after 6 months we can discuss that option. The doctor feels very strongly you should wait and I must admit that I agree with her. Besides, I enjoy playing with your girls and would miss them if they went bye-bye. Let's get your prescription filled and buy you some breast shields and lanolin cream that will help with the irritation. Then we can sit down and think this thing through logically."
Standing in the pharmacy line she noticed something that needed immediate attention. Leaning over to whisper in his ear she said, "Dear, wearing a bra isn't so bad. Women who do not wear a bra are bothered by the nipples rubbing against the material of their blouse or dress. If that is what you decide to do we will have to take extra care in choosing the fabric used in your outer clothing, we will get you camisoles to go under the outer garments which will help prevent nipple chaffing."
"Thanks, the last thing I want to do is draw attention to my chest."
"It's true that a bra will make your boobs more predominate. However going braless would in all likelihood attract more attention as it would be very obvious from the bouncing and movement, and would become a distraction that would only draw attention to your condition. Like now, it is obvious you have no support for your twins. The mall is just around the corner let's get you something to wear."
Steve's tone of voice said that he thought the idea was ridiculous. "I can't go bra shopping, I'm a man."
Phyllis used her hand to smother a smile at her husband's continued defense of his masculinity. At this point, he needed all the emotional support he could get, not humiliation.
"Dear, I understand your concern that someone is going to see you and make fun of you. If you will trust me, I think that we can make sure that the most someone will see is a butch female. I promise."
It wasn't much, but it was all she could offer him right now.
Steve received his pills and took a handful right there without water. Then he allowed Phyllis to pull him out into the mall. Stopping in a small alcove, Phyllis took out her lipstick and applied a light coat of lipstick to Steve's lips. After she had him remove his suit coat, she fluffed out his hair with her fingers and led him into the lingerie section of the next store.
A teenage girl approached them and said, "Ladies, may I be of assistance?"
Steve turned all kinds of shades of red and remained mute. Phyllis spoke up, "Yes my friend has just arrived from overseas, the airlines lost her luggage, and we need an assortment of everyday bras, matching panties and a few tops. Enough for at least a week. Can you help?"
Turning to Steve she asked, "What is your size ma'am?"
Phyllis spoke up, "Sorry she is very shy and doesn't speak English. You will have to measure her."
As the girl rushed off to pick up samples and her tape, Steve glared at his wife and said, "You're enjoying this aren't you?"
With a mischievous grin, she replied, "Just a little. But as you can see you're being accepted as a woman. That sales clerk didn't show any indication she was suspicious."
Just when Steve thought it couldn't get any worse, Rose emerged out of the crowd. His fight or flight response kicked in and Steve wanted to run but it was too late, he could see the recognition in her eyes. Rose strolled over to them, her demeanor was prideful and even a little haughty. He willed his face to blankness, his heart thumped wildly in his chest, perspiration broke out on his forehead.
"Hello Stevie, or is it Desiree now?"
Steve was discombobulated, a million small wiggling worms gnarled in his tummy. He uttered, "Rose, what are you doing here?"
"It would appear the same thing as you, shopping for lingerie."
The salesperson waved for Steve to follow her to the changing booths. As Steve disappeared into the changing room, Phyllis asked, "Rose, how are you felling?"
"Great! I just got confirmation from my doctor that I'm pregnant."
The two ladies exchanged a brief congratulatory hug.
Phyllis looked sad and Rose asked her "What's the matter?"
"I've always wanted a child of my own, instead I am stuck with a baby."
"A baby? I don't understand."
Phyllis pointed her thumb at the changing booth that held her husband. "Steve just won't grow up. At times, it's like living with a toddler."
Phyllis took Rose aside and proceeded to fill her in on some of what Steve had confided to her about Jack.
Steve finally emerged from the changing room wearing a lace black balconette under a beautiful loose fitting floral print long sleeve chiffon blouse. It took Steve several minutes to locate the two women who were still in a conspirator conversation. The sales clerk walked to Phyllis and handed her the tags to bring to the cash register when they were done shopping. Steve waited until the clerk was out of earshot and then headed over. They watched him approach, fascinated with his new figure.
Rose applauded sarcastically, "My, don't you look darling.
Phyllis scrutinized her husband's appearance and interjected, "A properly fitted brassiere really does make a difference. Let me guess, you're a D cup."
"Damn it Phyllis, I don't want to talk about this here. We can discuss this at home."
While Steve's attitude was understandable, it was starting to get on Phyllis' last nerve. She decided to give Steve some of his own attitude back and said, "I'm not moving until you answer me."
Like a small child, Steve stamped a foot and pouted. Rose decided that being involved in a marital spat would not be that much fun and quietly went off to do her shopping, Seeing that Phyllis would keep him there as she threatened, Steve's resolve crumpled. "Alright, she measured me as a small C cup. There are you satisfied?"
"But you appear to be larger than that?"
"Yes, your little helper over there decided I was underdeveloped for my age and that I needed a padded bra. What I am currently wearing is something called a balconette. That airheaded bimbo of a salesperson explained to me in pigeon English that it is all about the uplift. Since you told her I didn't speak English I couldn't argue with her. So now I have a seven padded pushup bras and what she referred to as an equal number of Naughty Knickers. Thanks a lot!"
Phyllis shook her head and clicked her tongue. She had so many issues with Steve's attitude right now, but she decided to discuss them with him once they were home.
With her voice just above a whisper, she said, "It's a bit of poetic justice after what has happened to Rose's husband don't you think."
"Phyllis, we can't talk about that, it's a matter of National Security. What did you tell Rose?"
"Did I tell her that her husband has hooters the size of Rode Island? No of course not, I only told her you were in touch with him and he was safe."
"Phyllis, I told you that in strictest confidence. I'll admit some of the things about this operation aren't going according to plan. Like my current predicament."
"Enough, you can try and pretend your current predicament is the result of an undercover operation gone bad. But I still have pictures from the time of your little vacation with that domme Linda. If I remember correctly you weren't all that upset."
Her voice took a firmer tone, almost like a mother talking to a difficult child. "Now just relax, I still love you and will help you get through this rough patch."
"What did you have in mind?" The doubt and fear in Steve's voice were quite obvious.
Phyllis put her arm around Steve in an act of reassurance and said, "Well first off I am going to give you two very good reasons to keep your tits just as they are."
She squeezed him tightly for a moment and continued, "After a romp in the hay, you are going to put on a fashion show for me, just to see what of my clothes you can wear. We don't want to spend too much on your wardrobe if Steve is going to return in a few months. Plus we need to work on your feminine mannerisms and deportment, unless you want to standout. Just think of it as womanhood practice. I'll teach you everything you need to know to blend in."
Phyllis took her husband by the hand and led him to a small coffee shop in the mall; where they sat down for a heart to heart talk. Speaking in low conspiratorial tones so they wouldn't be overheard she started with, "Steve, I know this has got to be hard on you. I have things that must be said to you, some of which you aren't going to like. But you must listen to them! What Rose did to you was wrong and I compounded that by turning your situation into a burlesque show for my amusement. I think that Rose wanted to demonstrate the horrors you have put her husband through in the hopes of you either calling off his undercover role or at a minimum providing him psychological support. She wants her husband back, as do I. Since 9-11 you have been a different person. Driven to the point of obsession, as a lead agent you tend to bring your work home with you. I'm your wife, not a subordinate you can order around."
Steve blinked at her statement. It's quite easy to think that you are doing the right thing when you aren't doing anything at all.
"What are you talking about? I always treat you as a Queen whenever we go out."
Phyllis patiently continued, "I'm not a trophy wife you can bring out for social functions to hang onto your arm. Your arrogance has bled over into our relationship. You seem to have forgotten that as a woman and your wife, I am your equal in every way but physically.
"You may be a great government agent but you are not a very good human being."
He cursed himself, for being so dim-witted. He could see an empty look in his wife’s eyes. It was his gut that told him something was very wrong in their relationship. Was Phyllis preparing to give him an ultimatum? A worm of fear crawled around his belly and inched its way up his throat. Her observations were a major shock to him. He never mistreated her and he was always thinking of her.
All he could say was, "What the hell are you talking about. I'm just doing my job, that doesn't make me a different person."
Phyllis leaned across the table and said with her voice just barely audible, "Steve, the worst lies are the lies we tell ourselves. You are in denial. From my position you have become an insensitive callous heartless beast. You have put your mission accomplishment ahead of your humanity. Jack is a person, not a tool that you can use and then throw away."
Steve sat lost in thought for several long minutes. He reached out and took both of Phyllis's hands in his. It cost him a lot to admit what she had just said had a lot of truth in it.
"You're right, I have been treating Jack as if he is expendable. However, there is no way we can pull him out now. He is the key to our plan and he always has been. If he leaves now, all he has been through will have been wasted. From all reports, he is a different person than when we started this. If we brought him home today, it would probably takes years of psychoanalysis to return him to normal. We have passed the point of no return. It would do more harm to pull him out than to leave him. He would be returned to Rose as a sissified man with a set of porn sized hooters and I don't think even Rose wants that. If we let him finish his assignment at least he will have the satisfaction of bringing down a cell of terrorists. It will add meaning to the sacrifices he has gone through. At least I hope it will.
"None of which explains how you think me wearing a dress is going to change any of the facts."
"You fail to see the big picture. Being Desiree is more than dressing as a woman. It's my intention to show you what it means to be a woman. It might open your eyes and demonstrate that womanly traits such as empathy, compassion, and sensitivity might be of benefit even in a man's world of counter-espionage.
"Please understand me though. I don't want you to become a woman merely balance your masculine side with feminine traits. We all have both, you have just suppressed the softer virtues for the hard line chauvinist ones."
Steve sat for several long minutes without even looking up just sipping his coffee, mulling over what he had just been told. Phyllis spent the time going through the lingerie bag to see what delights her hubby had bought. When she eventually returned attention to Steve she noticed tears leaking from the corners. "Honey, what's the matter?"
In a very unladylike manner between snuffles he wiped his nose with the back of his hand.
The cup made its way to his quivering lips, as he downed the last if its contents in a fast gulp. "I've been such a fool, I never looked at it like this before. I guess the stress of my job is just eating me up. Being the person you described is not something I would have chosen. I'm sorry if I've hurt you Phyllis. I have been such a fool. It's a tough balancing act being a hard-ass at work and a teddy bear at home. I want to change but don't think I can. It is just too hard."
She reached out and took his hands, not being squeamish about the mess he had smeared across the back of one. She shook them as she said, "Steve listen to me. You can change! Remember it's better to try and fail than to fail to try. We'll work on this together. Come on we're going home. A night of bedroom benefits will raise your spirits as long as we can raise that thing of yours."
Phyllis continued in the masculine role and drove the two of them home. She went ahead and unlocked the front door leaving Steve to bring up the rear struggling with his purse and packages. In a chivalrous gesture, Phillis held the screen door open for her spouse. Entering the parlor, she pulled him by the hand. "Follow me, I am not taking any chances tonight."
Phyllis led him to the kitchen where she retrieved her bottle of pharmaceutical magic, the bottle promising 'Bigger, Thicker Harder and Longer Lasting Results'. She gave him one pill with a glass of water. While they waited for the chemicals to enter his system, the two of them put away his new undies.
Adamant that tonight was going to be one to remember, Phyllis could wait no longer. Her hands went to the back of his gown, carefully working the laces free. One by one the layers of clothes were removed until Steve wore only his satin waist cincher, frilly lace drawers and silk stockings.
The muscles in Steve's back and thighs quivered in anticipation. Phyllis freed his manhood from their silk prison. It flopped free more so than sprang. Not discouraged in the least, Phyllis pushed him backward onto the bed. Steve's senses whirled and soared making him dizzy with passion, he damned his lack of firmness.
He pulled Phyllis over to the bed and signaled for her to join him. His intentions to orally please his wife were obviously clear. Phyllis pushed his head away and replied with a gentle smile, "Not tonight baby. In the past you were reluctant to go downtown so I appreciate the gesture and we may get to that later. Let's do this the old fashion way. Well one small change I found I like to drive, so I want to be on top."
She lay on his body and he encircled her in his arms. They offered each other their mouths, exchanging hungry kisses. Her body arched, making it clear that she wanted him, needed him as she was sure no woman had ever wanted a man. Even with the help of the little blue pills his erection was only tumescent, nothing stiff enough for her to use. Phyllis had always believed foreplay was the key to a successful love making session, she had never let Steve get away with a quick grab'n go.
She was unfazed that Steve's manhood lacked stiffness, as it stood only at half-mast. To Phyllis it didn't matter. She remembered well how Steve had responded to her ministrations to his breasts, so she went to work fondling and nibbling his sensitive chest. She let her head nuzzled into the soft suppleness of his breast. She brought her mouth to one rosy tip where her lips and tongue suckled on it, then moved to the other. The results were quite spectacular and his pole was quickly standing tall. With a feline grace she mounted him, Steve moaned with pleasure. Her groping hands played with his chest as she rocked wildly astride his pole. Her lovemaking drove Steve to the brink of wantonness. Phillis rejoiced to find his passion matched her own. They had some of the best sex they had ever experienced as a couple. Every time Steve thought he was kaput, Phyllis went back to dawdling her fingertips on his nipples, which were now fully erect and poking out from his enlarged breasts. They were richly responsive so by touching, kissing and licking his sensitive nipples, she had him ready for another round in no time at all.
It was sometime between his second and third climax that Steve told himself that, no matter what, he was never surrendering those wonderful fun bags on his chest. From that day forward, Steve found his chest was a real source of pleasure and took a place of predominance in their lovemaking. He no longer viewed Phyllis as HIS wife, rather she was his equal partner. Life at home was replaced with shared housework, fashion magazines and long slow soaks in the bathtub between wild secessions of mutually satisfying love making.
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Daisy and oral sex.
The moment an exhausted Daisy stumbled into their apartment. Linda ambushed him with the news that after dinner and drinks he was going to learn how to deep throat. She held up a monster realistic dildo. "Eww gross! That is the ickiest thing I have ever heard. There is no way I am putting that thing in my mouth."
Linda chuckled, "Oh, you poor demented child. Have we not learned anything about my determination? Before I'm finished, you are going to have the talents of an experienced courtesan, a cock-sucking aficionado. No one will ever question the authenticity of you being a lifetime cock sucker. Girl, this is going to be 'easy peasy', that's a promise."
Jack found a bit of backbone and tried to stand up for himself. "Linda, you are not listening to me. I agreed to this female impersonation thing but no way am I ever going to perform oral sex on a man."
Linda regarded to beautiful she-male standing before her. It was obvious to her that an object lesson was going to be necessary.
"You may be determined, but maybe a little demented to challenge me. Strip off all your clothes and go into my bedroom and bring back what you find in the lowest drawer on my night stand. Be quick about it, I am losing my patience!"
From the vivid gleam in her eye Daisy know Linda was serious. She stood coolly in the center of the room and waited with eager anticipation. There was nothing she enjoyed more than a challenge from one of her minions. His defiance required some sort of payment. Upon his return, Linda was amazed at the transfiguration in him. What Jack held in his hands made him a changed man, gone was the confident person of just a few minutes ago. He was now a simpering, mincing, cowering sycophant.
What he had found in that cabinet had made his blood run cold. It brought back memories of the worst night of his life. He picked up the evil device and hurried back to his sadomasochistic roommate. One look at her demeanor and Jack realized that tonight she was playing the part of a cruel, hardhearted mistress. He trembled with the knowledge she would be impossible to please. He dropped to his knees and groveled pitifully at her feet, kissing her insteps and her ankles. His attitude was that of an abused hound cowering before his master.
Looking down at the pitiful creature at her feet she said with great authority, "You realize you must be punished for questioning my authority. Hand me the whip now!"
Jack hesitantly almost reverently raised the wicked looking device he had been holding in his hands.
Linda gazed down into his face and could read the anguish. She lovingly caressed the heavy engraved wooden handle that was carved in an ornate design. At one end of the handle were large, round mother-of-pearl inlays which, when examined closely, one could see that the shaft and the placement of the opalines represented the male sex organ. The tails of the whip black and knotted, while cruel-looking were actually braided silk, designed to sting the flesh not cut it or even raise a welt. Linda was banking on Jack not being experienced with her favorite teaching tool.
Linda accepted the heavy-handed lash. She worshipped the whip in a way she could never adore a man's body. While fascinated by its uniqueness, she adored its significance. She lowered the phallus object toward the man kneeling so pitifully at her feet. She ordered him harshly, "Kiss it!"
Jack paused but eventually, with trembling lips, complied. Linda brought up the whip and spun the long trailing braids in wide circles above her head. Jack held his breath and watched, mesmerized, waiting for the curling cords to strike his naked flesh. Linda knew that anticipation of pain is often far worse than the actual fact. Around and around the cords spun like a ceiling fan. At long last, Linda brought down the instrument of torture on her helpless victim. Again and again she lashed him about the back and buttocks. His breathing became ragged, small flecks of saliva danced from his mouth. Again and again the long trailing extensions would glance off buttocks and thighs. Jack moaned in agony, his body trembling with paroxysms of pain. Like a dog at his master's knee, he pressed his head against her thigh and with small sobs catching in his throat begged forgiveness.
Satisfied she had broken his spirit, it was now time for the cruel mistress to become the magnanimous benefactor. She patted his head and helped him to his feet. She held him against her, soothing his pain and humiliation. She kissed him fervently and cradled him in her arms and led him to his bed. She dried his tears and soothed him with soft tones and maternal gestures. She stayed with him until, still sobbing heartbrokenly, he eventually fell asleep.
The next night after their ritual drinking session, Linda took Daisy to bed. As she crawled in next to her, Linda held up her lifelike dildo and lectured, "Now it's the time to learn the art of fellatio. When performed properly, it is something a woman can use to control a man. Daisy, the mouth is the first erogenous zone a person encounters. Look at any infant milking on its mother's teat. The mouth remains an organ of pleasure, both giving and receiving. Now open up for momma and stick out your tongue like a good girl. If you do there will be a reward, if you fight me on this I am going to insert it in a different orifice. Would you prefer that? Now open your mouth or spread your legs those are your only options."
Linda displayed a psychopathic, crooked smile that was terribly endearing, but a little scary. As much as Jack did not want to learn how to perform this action, let alone actually give a man a blow job, the beating from the previous evening was still fresh on his mind…and ass. He reluctantly obeyed his dominatrix.
As she slid just the head of the long phallus around the inside of Jack's lips, Linda lectured.
"Daisy you need to understand that a woman is more than a castrated man, you have got to feel that you are a woman inside, drop this homophobic anxiety. As you have probably figured out, I prefer girls, but I can assure you I don't have a penis envy, I would never want to be a man. You need to understand that a penis is not sinister nor is it noble. It is merely a reproduction apparatus as such is a source of pleasure."
She sat up on the bed, her legs folded in under her. She pulled Jack up into a sitting position to continue the lesson face-to-face.
"Let's go over the basics, shall we? The act of fellatio comes naturally. We learn it as children sucking on popsicles. As a man, you might experience some homophobic uneasiness, but physiologically it is no challenge. Burying your nose in a man's pubic hairs will take a little practice. I'll walk you through it."
She held the dildo up to exhibit its length.
"This is not nearly as difficult as you may have heard. Anyone can learn to deep throat. One thing to remember is that when you get to the point where the head actually enters the throat, you may feel a little resistance on your part and will need to give a little extra push to get the penis fully in. It may help to use your tongue to pull the penis in deeper.
"When you reach the point where you feel the gag reflex, pause for a moment, then, without removing the penis from your mouth, extend your tongue out a little further, and then pull your tongue back in your mouth, pulling the penis along with it. After you've learned to take in the entire length, we will teach you some 'advance techniques' that will add even more pleasure to your partner. Such as letting him ejaculate with the entire length of his penis in your throat. If you don't like the taste of cum, this is a great technique because the head of the penis is well past the taste buds. You'll also be able to perform a 'throat massage' that will drive any man wild with passion. This is accomplished by actually making a swallowing motion while the entire length of his thing is deep in your throat. You'll also be able to lick his balls while he's in your throat. That drives a lot of men wild."
Just hearing Linda describe these actions made Jack feel ill. What bothered him was Linda's use of the word 'we'. Something told him that Linda would not be the only one involved in this distasteful education.
"Once you good at giving oral sex, you will love looking up at him, watching him squirm around, with his face turning different colors as you give him your Blue-Ribbon award winning blow job! For many women it's a turn on just watching her man."
Demonstrating on her dildo and then removing it after she had shown Jack what she was talking about, she went on, "Keep one hand on the base of your man's penis at all times to maintain control over the depth of penetration. You must tell him not to thrust. But, being a man, see how long that lasts. Just remind him where your teeth are, that works wonders on keeping men in line."
Linda took Jack's hand in hers and pressed the shaft of the dildo into his grip.
"Now let's practice, put the long, hard shaft, in your soft waiting, wet mouth - you play with it around your tongue…in and out, in and out, you feel it building up inside you...you go faster and faster waiting for ....the creamy white liquid to fill your mouth."
With a waning resistance, Jack opened his mouth to once again protest.
Big mistake, all he got out was m…mrmph as Linda bent his arm up and the dildo was unceremoniously shoved into his mouth.
To aid in Daisy's acceptance, Linda had soaked the faux prick in Daisy's special vodka. After just a few minutes, the drugs in the vodka had taken affect. Linda's quiet voice was telling him something and Jack was hazily remembering sucking on popsicles as a child and mentally envisioning them to be penises.
That evening set the tone for several nights after that. Jack spent an hour or so practicing on Linda's 'special' Vodka flavored dong. While Daisy slurped and swallowed Linda would concentrate on suckling one of his supersensitive nipples. Using her thumb and forefinger she tweaked the other until Jack's nipples were hard little nibs. Linda's ministrations had turned these soft fleshy nubs into hard granite .Then just to ensure he wouldn't forget he still had one Linda would occasionally let her hand slide down to Jack's boy clit and fondle it through his panties.
Jack almost purred in pleasure. He was lifting his pelvis off the bed while simultaneously pushing his chest further into her mouth. The idea was to associate a feeling of pleasure with something that Jack considered to be distasteful. In all likelihood, this programming would fade over time. He would probably be able to force himself to perform fellatio if he wanted, but the programming he was getting now would at least give him an additional weapon to use against Ivan, if the situation presented itself.
By the second week of oral training, once a dildo entered the portal of Jack's mouth there was an immediate noticeable anatomical response. Daisy would spread her legs and raise her chest up in anticipation and his nipples would swell and stand to attention like two proud soldiers.
By the weekend, Jack/Daisy had managed to deep throat Linda's largest dildo and did so with a great deal of pride. Sunday night, Linda produced a surprise for her pupil. It was a very realistic looking limp prick. But once inserted in a warm wet place the computer chip sensors would cause the device to expand and stiffen. Then, by gripping the realistic ball sack and squeezing, it would cause the device to expand a slight bit more, spasm and empty the fluid being kept in the reservoir of its realistic ball sack. To Jack's disgust, a revolting tasting fluid came out, and he sat up to spit it onto the floor and yelled "Gross, that is revolting!"
Linda chuckled at his reaction and lectured "Daisy, I am not running a charm school for debutantes. I seriously regret letting your wife work on you. She was trying to create a refined sophisticated lady. I have worked hard to have you unlearn all those things.
"When I am finished adjusting your demeanor to match your body, no one will ever confuse you with a lady. When a total stranger looks at you Daisy the only thing they are going to see is sex on a stick. Just remember I am training you in the arts of sex. When you graduate, you could become a high priced call girl. But for now, you will use your sexual abilities and appeal for only one purpose, which is to get Ivan and put him away."
"Linda, I may look like a woman, but I don't want anything to do with men. I am only attracted to dames," whined Jack.
"But Daisy, my dear, we have been over this issue. What you want or don't want right now is immaterial. If you are required to have sex with a man or a woman to accomplish your mission, then you will be the best courtesan you can be. Also you need to learn to swallow, men really like that. If you don't like the taste or texture just hold your breath and keep swallowing until it's all gone. Have I made myself clear? Do I need to go get my attitude adjustment equipment again?"
A frustrated Jack pouted, covered his tits with his hands and responded "No Ms. Linda, I will do as you say"
"Daisy, are you angry? That's good; anger can be a great motivator."
Nightly, Linda would crawl into bed with Jack, hand him a dildo and as long as Daisy practiced fellatio on the plastic tube, Linda would lovingly suckle on Daisy's nipples. A symbiotic relationship was developing between the two. The lesbian Linda was having her sexual needs met while Jack's need for security and companionship was found in the arms of his previous tormentor.
Linda's intention was to have Daisy associate cock sucking with physical pleasure and sexual arousal. For a normal heterosexual male, this was a tough sell. But Linda was convinced she sensed something different in Daisy. Life had become close to idyllic for both Linda and Jack, their fondness grew daily.
Most nights after Linda had fallen asleep; Daisy would pick up the dildo and use it as a pacifier sucking on it until sleep over took his troubled mind, it became his new security blanket.
One lazy Sunday morning, as Jack lay in bed watching Linda getting dressed, Linda walked over to her lover and reached out to lightly stroke his hypersensitive nipples. Then turning and walking toward the door, Linda turned and proudly announced, "Daisy I love you. When this is over we are going to be together, that's a promise."
Not waiting for a response, Linda strode out of the apartment.
Chapter 34 - A Date with Ivan
"It seems to me that the real clue to your sexual orientation lies in your romantic feelings rather than in your sexual feelings. If you are really gay, you are able to fall in love with a man, not just having sex with him."
Daisy reported to Linda that Ivan was spending a lot more time at the club since their return from Mexico. So she ensured that Daisy's perfume was spiked with extra strong doses of the HLS provided pheromones. Linda doused Daisy with an excessive amount before his leaving for work. To maximize its efficiency she also gave Daisy a refillable mini perfume atomizer to carry around in her purse and instructions to reapply it frequently during the day. Her goal was to get Ivan to fall for Daisy. Not appreciating its effect on the other men who would come into contact with Daisy.
Daisy was terrified of the monster Ivan, his mere presence sent tremors of fear coursing through her body. Nevertheless since their return from Mexico Ivan had become a different person, trying to win Daisy's trust and friendship. Ivan was being considerate and respectful at the bar. When he wasn't holding Daisy's hand, his arm was possessively on his shoulder or around his waist. He quietly put the word out that Daisy was his personal property and was due the same respect someone would show him. Of course the lewd innuendos never really stopped, they were now conveyed in a whisper or written on a napkin and handed to Daisy as she cleared a table.
Even most of the other girls at the club were treating her differently, with her new feminine dimensions Daisy noticed an eight fold increase in her tips. It took a while to come to terms with his prizewinning body. Initially Jack was really bummed by what had been done to him. Lugging the heavy bags of flesh around all day was a pain in the back. It was nights in bed after several glasses of his special booze Linda turned things around. Linda's mouth and hands where magical, he had never known such pure unadulterated pleasure. His love/hate relationship with his new heavy melons had slowly evolved into a heart throbbing love affair. At first he was also less than enamored with his other implants. Jack had always been a boob man, he was surprised at the amount of attention his shapely bubble butt was receiving. His panties were tight as a guitar string, his ass was so big it deserved its own zip code. When he walked his caboose was as hard to control as his head lights. It didn’t take long to ascertain his tips were in direct proportion to the tightness of his outfits. So much so that he took to wearing snug-fitting skirts to accentuate this characteristic, rather than try and hide it. With her angelic face, enormous ass and udder-sized boobs, Daisy became the club's main attraction. Daisy had one patron who just wouldn't leave her alone. He claimed to be a producer from the Adult Entertainment industry. She casually mentioned this to Ivan. The last Daisy saw of him was when one of Ivan's men escorted the movie producer out of the club by the scuff of his neck. To Jack's delight he never returned.
In an attempt to alleviate the resentment from the others girls at the club, Daisy instituted a new policy among the waitresses, all tips would be put in a communal pot and equally divided at the end of each shift. This proved to be popular among the other girls. In an effort to maximize her tips, Daisy stopped trying to hide her new assets and went out of the way to flaunt them. The club's clientele seemed fascinated with the way her breasts bounced. The way they seemed to have a life of their own drove Jack crazy. But the end results were worth the sacrifice. Low cut, snug fitting tops and short skintight skirts were all he wore at work.
The patrons were acting different too, the average Joe would leer at her chest endowments but after the initial shock of seeing a girl with a porn star figure serving drinks, they were for the most part respectful. To keep the customers happy Ivan made it clear they were allowed to ridicule everyone but Daisy. She was to be shown deference.
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Meanwhile across town, Steve was trying to adapt to his status as a common secretary. After his first day as Fred's administrative assistant, there was a minor revolt by all the feminine office workers. The in-house psychologist held an impromptu meeting. He told the ladies that Steve was undergoing a psychiatric disorder brought on by the severe stress of clandestine work. Without violating doctor patient confidentiality he was allowed to say that the agent was suffering from excessive trauma and post-traumatic stress disorder of undercover work, amplified by the fact he was required to pretend to be a female. In colloquial terms, he is having a nervous breakdown manifesting itself by a severe dissociation of his masculine self. The doctor advised the gathering that it was imperative for them to treat Agent Garibaldi as a female, and never use his masculine first name. If the familiar use of a Christian name was used, always address him as Desiree, under no circumstances use Steve as it could have dire consequences on his recovery. That brought about a general murmur of discontent as the meeting broke up.
Under specific orders from Mr. Hampton, the doctor did not convey that because Steve and his wife embarrassed him, Bob had ordered Steve to dress for work as a woman and to perform secretarial duties in addition to acting as a chief advisor for the Ivan operation.
Steve/Desiree was trying to ingratiate himself with the other ladies on his floor. When Fred sent him to fetch coffee, Steve stopped by each woman's desk and got their preference. He memorized their choices and now, whenever he made a coffee run, he served each of the ladies with their preference. His efforts were largely in vain. It was made perfectly clear the ladies didn’t believe his cover story of suffering from PTSD. Silvia, the head shrew, even went so far as to suggest Desiree be moved to the custodial department. The more he was rejected, the more despondent he became. Steve was accustomed to being the alpha male, giving orders and being in the middle of the action, bullets whizzing past, the smell of gunpowder and cordite filling the air. Now, as a quasi-woman, he was relegated to the back row. He felt like a ship that has had its mooring lines cut and was adrift on the ocean. The truth be told his requirements as Fred's admin assistant were rather mundane. If it weren't for his responsibilities with the Ivan Op he would have gone stir-crazy. His ideas and opinions were dismissed out of hand. He continued to orchestrate the Ivan operation but was more of a figurehead now.
Steve adjusted to these indignities by deciding to use his new assets. If he was going to be treated like an airheaded bimbo he would play the part. He made the monumental decision that on days of scheduled meetings he would dress as sexy and ultra-feminine as possible. Tight fitting tops and short skirts, with matching pointy stilettos, all accentuated with heavy makeup emphasizing his kissable, soft and full lips. On these days, he was sure to wear oodles of perfume. He used his womanly wiles to get his ideas out there as suggestions rather than commands. He learned to play the helpless damsel to perfection. On other days, Phyllis ensured he left for work portraying a more cosmopolitan appearance.
This worked on the men but the women felt Steve was being disingenuous and was mocking them. He was still treated as an impostor. Steve started spending his free time at home baking and would bring homemade cookies and muffins to the office, all gluten free of course.
At home, Phyllis was still perusing an agenda of her own. From the moment he entered their home, she treated him like a maid, she could be rather draconian when the mood struck her. He cooked, cleaned and did the laundry all under the watchful and demanding direction of his wife. He executed all his duties in as feminine manner as possible in an attempt to ingratiate himself with his mistress. It wasn't until they retired to the bedroom that Steve was once again the man of the house, albeit dressed in a series of sexy lace baby doll nighties. Because of the continued use of the male hormones the little blue pill was no longer needed. However, the hormones seemed to have no influence on his tits. Rather than shrink, they continued to swell. His nipples and auroras became large and puffy. Their sensitivity was a major source of pleasure for both partners. So much so that Steve surprised Phyllis by frequently wearing non-pierced nipple jewelry. Their love life had never been better.
Life was sublime for Phyllis, she no longer was faced with the tedious household duties. Rather she enjoyed her supervisory position of mentor and overseer for the household help. Her every wish was Steve's command. A chore he willingly performed because he knew at the end of the day, his little man would be allowed to come out and play. (Who said men weren't ruled by their little head?).
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Daisy nightly sucked on her faux meat popsicle whilst Linda would play sweet music with her sweater stretchers, even occasionally paying attention to the cyclops between his legs. With all the positive reinforcement he was receiving at work, he became more confident and comfortable in his role as a stacked waitress. He learned to adjust his attitude and wardrobe to his enhanced his figure. He found that, rather than try and conceal his figure, letting them out and about had a positive effect. If nothing else her tips had quadrupled. He came to accept his awesome curves. Their sheer bulk were, at times, inconvenient. But as his comfort level grew, his attitude toward them changed.
Daisy stopped playing the vulgar sissy; rather he migrated back to the ladylike traits of the Rose era. Daisy conducted herself like a lady at all times and expected everyone else in the bar to treat her like one. Suddenly, work was no longer a four letter word; it became a joy, an escape from the harsh regiment of training at home. His metamorphose was noticed by his associates at work, and most envied Daisy.
A strange thing began to happen among his co-workers, it seems that self-respect is contagious. All of the girls were imitating Daisy's conduct. Even poor Donna changed. He became a new woman, he shaved his legs, arms, hands and his face. He no longer filled his bras with overflowing water balloons. With the new revenue sharing policy, he was able to save his tips and went out and bought a very realistic set of silicone breast forms and downsized his bra to a reasonable DD. One unfortunate side effect, Donna became such a narcissus he tended to hog the vanity mirror in the locker room. He also became the queen of flirtation, batting his heavily massacred eyelashes and coquettish smile at every client. He would spend hours primping if you let him.
Then during the lunch hour rush, Daisy was flirting with some customers and Donna came to Daisy.
"Donna is that a new wig, it is lovely, I adore the way it frames you face."
"Thanks for the compliment, I think it makes me look…authentic. Paula got a new one, she wasn't wearing this anymore and lent it to me." Donna paused for a moment, hesitant. "Daisy, can I ask a favor?"
"Sure Donna what is it?"
"Do you see that woman who is acting all hoity-toity and holding hands with that muscle bound gorilla? They just sat down in your section." Donna gestured in the general direction he meant. "Well that is, Mrs. Alicia Reed, my wife. She comes in every week to check up on me and rub my nose in it. After her grand entrance I'm required to present myself for her inspection and ridicule. She points me out to her companion they have a good laugh at me, then I try and hide out in the back until she leaves."
Giggling, Daisy said, "Really, your name is Donna Reed?"
Donna smiled to show that he wasn't annoyed and said, "Yes, damn you Daisy, why do you think Alicia picked that accursed fem name!'
Daisy nodded. "I understand Donna. I'll cover for you. Go ahead and take your break."
Donna shook his head. "No Daisy, you don't understand. She has never seen the new me. My request is to trade sections with you. I want to wait on her table."
After a brief pause to see if Mrs. Reed was looking in his direction, Donna continued, "Daisy, I intend to be the best waitress she has ever had. Don has served his penance and now it's time for Donna to shine. I am going to sashay over to their table and treat them both like they are royalty. I am going to do it with the biggest smile you have ever seen. I am going to show her how I have changed."
Donna approached Alicia's table and politely inquired how he may be of service.
In a cold authoritative tone, Alicia responded, "Go away honey, I want to see Donna!"
Just barely repressing a nervous laugh, Donna responded, "Well 'honey', I am Donna."
The surprise on Alicia's face was reflected in her voice as well. "OMG, Is that really you Donald? You look fantastic. What has come over you? Turn around let me get a good look at you!"
For the next hour Daisy hovered in the vicinity, just in case her friend needed help. Donna played super waitress, fluttering around them like a bee to pollen. It was almost comical as Donna rushed about, wiped the table a dozen times, and filled glasses after every sip. As the couple got up to leave, Donna escorted them to the door and Alicia pulled Donna aside for a private word. Then as the couple got to the door, Donna gave them a formal curtsey which produced a loud animated laugh from a smiling Alicia. After the couple left, Daisy rushed over to her friend to see how things worked out.
Donna faced Daisy with a smile that was like the sun peeking out from behind a cloud. Daisy returned his smile and said, "Donna based on that smile, I am going to make a quantum leap of deductive logic and guess it went well."
"Daisy, it was incredible. For the first time since this all started, Alicia didn't mock or ridicule me. In fact, she even me complimented me, saying I was the most attractive waitress in the club."
"She only got mad at me one time. She actually accused me of flirting with her escort. You are not going to believe this but as she was leaving she embraced me and asked Donna for a date!
"Girlfriend, I need a really big favor. Will you swap days off with me, oh, please say yes! We are going to spend the day at her spa. After a day of pampering, she promised to take me shopping for a new gown that would be suitable for dining at the supper club out on the point. Daisy, I am as giddy as a teenager, I think this is the beginning of a wonderful relationship. Daisy, 'Donald' really fucked things up with Alicia, now Donna is going to woo his wife back and start life all over!"
Daisy didn't have to even think about it. Helping his friends had become second nature for him. "Donna, I would be glad to swap shifts."
Donna's smile seemed to get even bigger. "Thank you, this is all your doing. I would kiss you but I have sworn a vow of celibacy so you will have to settle for a hug."
Daisy smiled back, tickled that he might have anything to do with helping Donna's relationship get back on track. "Donna, I think your corset is too tight, I haven't done anything."
"Oh, quite the contrary Daisy, you are my role model. Daisy you are prim and proper when required. Yet you can be forceful and rough around the edges when the clientele get raucous or obnoxious. You just ooze strength and confidence. When you want to, you have a seductive allure that the rest of us would kill for and you make it all look so easy. Daisy, you are the inspiration for my new persona. You've showed us all that self-respect is our right. Your self-confidence is contagious, why do you think the rest of us have been changing?"
Donna hesitated for a moment and then asked, "Daisy can I ask you another favor? I adore that perfume you wear, it's just so yummy. I don't have any extra money. I spent everything I had on my forms. Can I borrow some of your perfume? The dollar store is all out of my old brand. I would like to permanently retire it."
"Sure girlfriend, I will take your shift and I have an extra bottle of perfume in my locker it is all yours, I carry extra in my purse."
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No matter how hard he tried, Steve was still treated as a pariah by both the men and the women in the office. The macho men seemed threatened by his feminine eccentricities, while the women felt he was conning everyone.
It all changed one day when George, an old redneck agent with a large potbelly, intentionally bumped into Desiree as she had her hands full of hot coffee. It spilled on his favorite lilac colored cotton blouse. An unspoken rule since day one was Desiree was to only use the men's restroom. Steve left the mess on the floor for George to deal with and rushed to wash out his blouse before the stain set in. He stuck his head in the door of the restroom and found a full house, all the stalls and urinals were occupied.
He took a chance and peaked into the ladies room and found it vacant. He went in knowing full well that pandemonium would break out if it was discovered he was in the women's private sanctuary. He immediately stripped off the blouse and stood at the sink in his skirt, waist cincher and white lace pushup bra. He ran cold water over the stain. He was holding it under the hot air hand drier when in walked Naomi, Mr. Hampton's dour personal assistant. Steve locked eyes with her in the mirror, he knew he was in for it now. Trying to be nonchalant he continued to dry his top and stole furtive glances to see her reaction. Eventually she coughed and said "Excuse me Garibaldi, what the hell are you doing in here!"
He turned to face her and kept his head down in a submissive gesture. He immediately apologized and explained he would be done in a minute, he was trying to save his blouse. Naomi, in a commanding voice, said, "Don't you dare move! Stand right there, I'll be right back, the girls will never believe this."
Steve was apoplectic with fear. He slipped his hands in the sleeves of the blouse even though it was still damp. His fingers were trembling so bad he couldn't get the tiny pearl buttons to fit in their slots.
In walked a posse of angry women. From his perspective, all they were missing was a noose. Seeing the interloper with his blouse on infuriated Naomi. The look Naomi gave him would have petrified Medusa, "Damn it, why didn't you listen! Get that shirt off right now, I want to show the girls what we have here."
With quivering hands, Steve removed his blouse and felt totally exposed. He stood shifting his weight back and forth waiting for the ax to fall. The woman quickly surrounded him and were amazed at what they saw. The cups of his bra barely contained his blossoming boobs that had continue to grow despite the testosterone treatments.
Sally reached out and poked one boob with her finger. Astounded, she asked, "Are those real?"
Steve stood up and assumed a position of attention which only underscored the fact he had a curvaceous silhouette.
"Damn right they are and home grown too!"
Sally reached over with her whole hand and cupped one breast. With a sense of joy, she announced, "Ladies have a feel, by golly they are real, not padding. The rumor of him transitioning must be true."
Steve was speechless, he was emotionally fragile at the moment. He was not transitioning, but agreeing to the invalid assumption appeared to be a way out of his current situation. So he let her comments go unchallenged.
Naomi put her Ben Franklin glasses on off the tip of her nose and actually looked down her nose at Steve's décolletage. "MR. Garibaldi I have to tell you that seeing a man with larger breasts than me is off-putting. It just isn't right. Why would any normal man want to grow a set of boobs unless he is gay? Are you gay?"
The muscles in his jaws tensed and his eyes narrowed to slits. Having his sexuality challenged was a bridge too far. In a show of bravado, he decided to explain his condition. He folded his arms under his breasts and told the gathering which had grown alarmingly, "These are not choice. I have a medical condition, resulting from the fact while I was in my feminine disguise I was raped."
Norma, a late comer to the group, asked, "Who knows about this?"
"My wife, my doctor, Fred, and Mr. Hampton. I hate to cast aspersions on our boss but we had a meeting at a bar, Bob mistook me for a real woman and hit on me. My wife got pissed at his cocky, domineering Machismo attitude, she snuck a bottle of her birth control pills into his drink and told him it was extra strength estrogen. She led him to believe he would be growing a set of tits too. I thought it was funny and laughed at him. In retribution, he ordered me to work in drag and made me be Fred's secretary. You have to believe me, none of this is my idea."
A lady from the rear of the pack spoke up. "That sounds like Hampton, he's a total pig."
Naomi smiled and, as the woman who worked the closest with Hampton, she added to the conversation, "He rules this fiefdom as if he was an enlightened monarch, it would do him good to be taken down a peg or two."
The word RAPE had galvanized the woman.
They swarmed Steve and critiqued everything from his hairstyle to the polish on his fingertips. Each woman made constructive suggestions on how he could present as believable woman. The decision was unanimous. Desiree was becoming a woman, albeit not a very pretty one, but beauty is way over-rated anyway. Lilly spoke for the group, took Steve in her arms, and gave him a hug as she said, "Relax Desiree. We're going to support you. After all, imitation is not just the sincerest form of flattery, it's the sincerest form of learning."
It was a consensus that all the gals in the office would help any way they could. Steve felt like doing a happy dance, removing the pressure at work would make his life a lot easier. His bus ride home was pure joy. For once, he was not dreading his nightly chores. He couldn't wait to tell Phyllis about his day.
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Daisy was also in a happy place. At the dinner break, the girls gathered for their nightly gab secession, at what had been previously referred to as the witches' coven, which often became quite catty. BD (Before Daisy), the girls would divide into their various cliques. With fangs and claws out, they would viscously attack each other. Now the nightly cluster of girls was known as Daisy's round table. They would gather for a little gossip and friendship.
Daisy's acceptance was not universal by all the waitresses. Sara stormed off one night; claiming Daisy was driving her crazy. "Daisy with the hair twirling and constantly redoing your lipstick I just want to scream. You can take all this 'lady' crap and stuff it. I am a sissy and all I want to do is suck cock. Now I am leaving this nuthouse and moving in with my boyfriend."
Several other girls quit but the majority stayed and melded into a tight knit group of friends. The girls would gather around every night and just bond. The hierarchal cast system of gays, ex-whores, Sissy's, TVs and TGs had completely disappeared. It was now just a group of equals exchanging thoughts, suggestions, gossip, philosophies, and even sexual preferences and techniques.
The girls' shifting self-image also impacted upon the patron's conduct. The bar was no longer a 'freak show'. It was slowly evolving into a normal sports bar. Sure, the customers still got rowdy but now it was over some game, not a reenactment of a scene from 'Animal House.'
In fact, the club was beginning to get the reputation as a mantrap as large groups of single woman would frequently descend on the club during nights of major sporting events.
Tuesday afternoon, Ivan intercepted Daisy entering the bar. Ivan told her they were going to spend the afternoon outside, after confirming the time off with Phil, Ivan dragged Daisy off to his waiting chauffeur-driven Beamer. To Daisy's utter surprise, Ivan had them driven to the city zoo.
Daisy was standing intently watching the antics at the penguin exhibit. Ivan came up behind Daisy and wrapped his arms around his 'girlfriends' waist and snuggled up against her, deeply inhaling her enchanting perfume. Jack had to pretend that he didn't mind being held that way. But the pretending was getting easier all the time. It was a fun day spent wandering around the zoo holding hands.
Two nights later, Daisy had the night off from work. He had just finished his drinking/memory treatment with Linda. Jack always felt so relaxed after these sessions, kind of like he was floating in a cloud. But the treadmill sessions always brought him back to earth. Surprising how pain will do that to you. On the way to the treadmill, there was a knock on the door and Linda signaled for Daisy to answer it. It was Ivan and while standing in the doorway asked Daisy to dinner.
Even though he had already had his meager dinner, the opportunity to miss the degrading and painful trip on the treadmill was more than Jack could stand. In a flash, he jumped with glee and said "YES, I would love to!" Realizing his protocol mistake, Jack looked to Linda for permission and received a Cheshire cat smile and a head nod. Jack rushed off to his room for his purse, touched up his lipstick, and liberally doused himself with perfume.
Some minutes later, the couple was standing in line waiting for their table at a swank nightclub, Ivan stood admiring the object of his fascination. He slid up behind Daisy and gently stroked her hair, breathing in that heavenly aroma and nuzzled the nape of her neck. Jack loved what Ivan was doing but had to say something before he lost control of the situation. He just had to be careful how he said it. "Oh, stop that Ivan, it tickles."
Jack didn't expect what Ivan did next. Ivan spun Daisy around; his eyes were filled with lust and desire as he slowly closed the distance between their lips. In a reflexive move, Jack smiled at his date and reached up and put both hands behind Ivan's head. Ivan leaned in for a kiss. Jack met him with closed eyes and quivering lips and kissed him full on the mouth. Their tongues met passionately and then danced together, reminiscent of two experienced lovers. Jack playfully sucked on Ivan's tongue. Sighing, Jack broke the kiss. He felt his whole body tingle like it had been hit with lightning. He thought 'OMG, I kissed a man and I liked it'. Ivan continued to gently run his hands through his hair. Jack kept his hands firmly locked behind Ivan's head. Their eyes remained locked in a loving gaze.
Their name was called for seating and Jack reluctantly released Ivan's head but firmly grasped his hand. Jack was conflicted, he felt his emotions aroused like seldom before. He was losing control and it scared him. He didn't know what to do next. 'Act as if it was nothing out of the ordinary', he told himself. Stay calm, it was just a kiss between a couple out on a date.'
Jack remained attentive, before, during and after they ate. The rest of the evening Ivan was a little touchy-feely, dancing a couple of slow numbers. It was the little things he did, like sneaking up behind Jack and grabbing him around the waist, nuzzling his neck like he'd done earlier. It drove Jack crazy, but gave Daisy warm fuzzes all over. When Ivan dropped Daisy off after dinner, he grabbed her in a hug. Jack felt his body soften and molded itself to Ivan's masculine form. Jack anticipated another toe curling kiss but was disappointed when Ivan merely gave him a gentlemanly peck on the lips and said goodnight. A dejected Jack stood in his doorway; every emotion in his body called at him to run after Ivan and throw himself at him and play suck face. But Jack had too much pride to make a spectacle of himself. He reluctantly returned to his apartment.
Several nights later at the bar, Monday night football was on and Ivan invited Daisy to sit with him to watch the game. Jack took his usual spot on the couch, assuming that Ivan would sit at the far end, away from him. Ivan stood and dropped down on the couch right next to Daisy. The big Russian sat there for the next three hours. Sometimes he had his arm around Daisy, once he put his hand on Daisy's leg and stroked it absentmindedly as they watched the game. It should have made Jack's flesh crawl, but instead Daisy's tingled. Towards the end of the game, Ivan formally asked Daisy on another date. Jack knew he was to play hard to get, but Daisy simply squealed in delight and promptly said, "Yes, what do I wear and where are we going?"
Selection of just the right dress was difficult. It took Jack several days to settle on an elegant light lilac dress, provocatively short, backless and low cut. Jack took extra care on his nails, they were all glitzy. Jack had them painted in a gunmetal gray shade imbedded with sparkles that made his nails look like little disco balls. His hair was now long enough where it flowed gently over his bare shoulders and ended in a gentle upsweep.
As Jack was getting ready for his first formal date with Ivan, he still felt clumsy with his long acrylic nails. Jack's heart beat in anticipation as he selected a lacy little bra that supported well but concealed very little and then a pair of silk thong panties. He then slid them up and settled them over his smooth little cock. The best part was the way they teased his tight little rosebud. Next, Jack sat and applied purple eye shadow just past the wrong side of too much. Then came extra thick black eyeliner. Jack brushed his mascara up…up and up again onto his lashes. Even after all this time, Jack still had a tendency to flinch when the wand was next to his eye. But when he was fished he was delighted with the results. Fluttering his eyelashes Jack was reminded of a small bird flapping its wings. Finishing with a heavy coat of the very reddest lipstick in his arsenal then capping it all with a heavy coat of gloss.
Jack looked at himself in the mirror and literally drooled over the tantalizingly breathtaking woman staring back at him. He could scarcely believe it was him in the mirror. Embarrassingly, his little man tool reacted sufficiently so that the tip of its head sneaked a peak out the top of the panties. Readjusting his boy parts, Jack concealed the fleshy intruder. Jack then pushed a lose strand of blond hair behind his ear and moved his head slowly from side to side. The sparkling diamonds in his ear lobes glittered in the light. Very pretty, he thought to himself and smiled. The necklace was next and it lay in the valley between his oversized breasts. The addition of bangles on his wrists was just the right touch. Jack wanted more than ever to finish dressing. But realized he had another hour before his Russian teddy bear arrived. 'At least I can put on my perfume', thought Jack. Putting a little behind his ears, on his wrists and, as he smiled, then he put a generous amount between his breasts. The fragrance wafted up and had a strange effect on him. He enjoyed the wave of emotion and nostalgia that swept over him – 'that's the same brand Rose gotten him so many months before' thought Jack. Wrapping himself in his silk robe he settled down in the loveseat to wait. Within seconds Jack had dosed off for a quick catnap.
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Knocking gently, Ivan entered, looking very sporty in his suit; Jack was spellbound and surprised at the words coming out of his mouth. "Ivan I want you. I've wanted you for a long time... Come to me now!" Ivan crossed the room and gently laid his hand on her cheeks as Jack put his hand over Ivan's lips. "No words are necessary." He whispered as he reached up to Ivan with warm moist lips. They were helpless as the passion swept over them. Jack pushed Ivan's jacket off his shoulders and it dropped to the floor. Jack stood there looking at Ivan with desire. He slowly unbuttoned his crisp white shirt. It landed with his coat and tie at their feet. Again their lips met. Ivan's touch ignited every nerve in Jack's body, he thought he would go off like a roman candle. He longed for Ivan's soft caresses. Without their lips parting Ivan bent down, slid the robe off Jack's shoulders and effortlessly took Jack in his arms and carried him to the bed. After what seemed like an eternity to both of them, he lay down beside her. Neither spoke, no words were necessary.
Their lips were seemingly permanently attached as Ivan's hands roamed over Daisy's entire body, lingering briefly between Daisy's legs. Jack shivered with anticipation as Ivan's hand touched his sensitive man clit. Jack quivered with excitement as Ivan lightly stroked him down there with his fingertips.
Jack was completely receptive to the stirrings inside him. Jack found his hand moving on its own, to Ivan's ridged member grasping it through his shorts. Jack in an almost unconscious action slowly stoked the ridged member. Jack could feel Ivan's passion as if he were connected by an electrical cord. "Ahhh" a gentle moan escaped. It seemed to encourage Ivan. He shifted his position so he could reach Jack's breast with his warm hot lips. He covered one sensitive nipple and gently pulled on it with his lips, caressing it with his tongue. Jack's heart raced and his desire built until he thought he would scream. Jack felt something building inside him. Jack's excitement grew and grew, just as he was about to reach the level of release.
Jack's head slipped off the back of the chair. With a sigh of relief, Jack realized he had fallen asleep and had a bad dream, well 'bad' is probably not the right word. He was beginning to question his resolve to bring down Ivan. This Russian is not the evil person the government said he was. Can I go through with this wondered Jack? Would a lecherous life of feminine luxury really be that bad?
A thoroughly confused and disheartened Jack sat there. A depression settled in so severe that not even chocolate could help it. Then, noticing the time, Jack stood and finished dressing. He wore a black strapless tutu dress with a silver top, a pair if outrageous 6 inch black heels decorated with rhinestones. A pair of nylon opera gloves topped with a black satin choker. Jack spent several moments primping in front of the mirror.
Linda smiled at her roommate standing at the mirror adjusting her hair for the tenth time and said, "My, my we have become quite the narcissist haven't we? A penny for your thoughts."
Blushing, Jack turned to Linda and said, "Ivan is taking me back to his boat for a dinner party. I am scared and a little nervous. I just wanted to make sure I looked good."
Linda what do you think of the new diamond earrings and the delicate gold serpentine necklace? Am I gilding the lily and going overboard? Please Linda, as a professional woman, tell me what you think?"
"Daisy, I am not sure that I like being called a professional woman, that could be interpreted a number of ways. But putting that issue aside where did the diamonds and necklace come from?"
"Oh, they are a present from Ivan as are these rings he proudly displayed on his slender fingers. They were delivered by courier earlier today. He can really be considerate at times."
"Daisy, are you developing a 'man crush on Ivan? Girlfriend, do not allow your emotions to cloud your judgment. You can't be looking at him through 'Rose colored glasses'! Daisy it is all right to fall in love with the concept of love but never with a man. That allows him to have power over you."
Jack slung his purse over his shoulder and said goodnight to Linda with a series of small butterfly kisses on the cheek.
As he got to the door Linda said, "Daisy, please be careful, remember what happened last time you got on that yacht."
Suddenly apprehensive, Daisy stopped and said, "Linda, I am not sure I can do this again so soon."
"Daisy, this chance might never come again. We have an opportunity to get at this guy; let's not blow this just because you are getting the hots for Ivan."
"That's true, I guess." Jack said. After a few moments of acquired silence, he looked over at Linda. He could see tears welling up in her eyes.
"Linda is everything okay? Tell me what's wrong?"
Linda shook her head. "No. No, it's okay. Sometime I will need to talk about it, but not now. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be such a downer. I can't imagine what you must be going through. But I have trained you well. If a problem develops, don't over think it just rely on your conditioning. Now go or you will be late. Goodnight Daisy, I'll wait up for you, my perfumed princess."
Linda followed Daisy to the door and, as Daisy stood in the hallway, Linda said, "I love you" and then pulled the door closed. An amazed Jack climbed into the limo and slid in next to Ivan. He sat looking at himself in the hand mirror as his hand smoothed the soft knit material at his thigh. He was beginning to feel so comfortable dressing this way; he liked the way he looked. If only he knew what Ivan's plans for him were? 'Be careful,' he told himself, 'you're getting in deep.'
"A ruble for your thoughts?" Ivan said smiling at his small joke.
Jack giggled at the similarity between Ivan's and Linda's comments. "I was just daydreaming. It's so nice to be outside, on such a beautiful night."
"You seem so much more relaxed and happy lately, it's nice." Ivan said softly.
"Well my Russian bear, it has taken me some time to adjust to your last surprise. Now tell me again, tonight is just a dinner party, no more unannounced trips to Mexico. Please."
Her uncharacteristic kindness caught him off guard. Ivan turned and studied her face as they drove.
"As I stated before, it's only going to be my old partner and his wife, plus a few of our business associates and their wives and girlfriends. So there's nothing to worry about."
They were bringing wives and girlfriends? Jack decided maybe that wouldn't be so bad. At least there wouldn't be anyone there trying to hit on him, not with their wives there.
"I guess that doesn't sound so bad. Just a little dinner party, no boat ride this time, you promise!"
Upon reaching the yacht Jack again went through the rigorous security inspection. This time he had nothing to hide. Jack did note that again his rectum appeared to escape scrutiny. During the cocktail hour Jack attempted to mingle with the guests. He found the women to be antagonistic and ill-mannered. The men stared obscenely at his chest and never even looked Daisy in the eye. Several of the women were openly rude; one even had the audacity to ask how much an hour Daisy charged.
Jack returned the question with a long stony stare.
The woman boorishly asked again, "Well how much?"
Jack responded, "Are you asking as a competitor or a customer?"
Turning his back Jack wiggled his ass at the offensive women, looking over his shoulder, Jack licked his lips and seductively said "I will be conducting auditions in the bathroom for the next few minutes if you are truly interested."
Looking at the women's companions Jack loudly pronounced, "Group rates are available for a limited time only." Then Jack blew them all a mocking kiss.
Jack wandered through the ship, but was stopped by a crewman every time he tried to get below decks to Ivan's bedroom.
During the evening's events, Ivan was very affectionate and the couple danced a few times. Jack felt very secure wrapped in his big strong arms as Ivan snuggled into the nape of his neck and incessantly nibbled on Daisy's neck and earlobes.
On the ride home, Jack held Ivan's hand. Before exiting the car, Daisy took the initiative and kissed Ivan, this time aggressively using his tongue. The couple sat there and necked for a good 10 minutes before Ivan said he had to get back to his guests.
A flushed Jack, with smeared lipstick entered the apartment. Linda fully debriefed Daisy on everything that happened.
Jack's comment was "I barely escaped with my virtue intact."
Then he recalled every detail of his experience on the boat but neglected to discuss the car ride home or the goodnight kiss. Describing the dancing, Jack explained how he felt magical swaying in Ivan's arms, with tingles running down his spine from Ivan's nibbling kisses.
It was now that Linda began to view Ivan not only as a suspect but also as a rival for Daisy's emotions.
As the two cuddled in bed waiting for sleep, Jack happily sucked on his Vodka dipped dildo. Linda again grilled Daisy on her memories. Linda, introduced a new memory, 'How Jack had always dreamt of being married wearing a tight fitting leather gown.' Jack scoffed at the idea. "Leather my ass," said Jack; "If Daisy gets married it will be in satin and lace."
A satisfied Linda let that comment go and the two slept in a cocoon of soft silk and wrapped in each other's arms.
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Chapter 35 - A period of 'amore'
The next day was Daisy's day off so she and Linda watched TV together, both wearing almost identical peignoir sets, Daisy's in bright pink, Linda's in stark black. They were shod in mid-heeled mules. Sometime in the afternoon, the phone rang and Linda took the call. After listening for a few minutes, she said, "She'll be there whether she wants to or not."
Daisy knew that he was the subject of the conversation, but he couldn't imagine who could be calling, certainly not Ivan.
"Daisy that was Phil. He knows that it's your day off but there's a big party at the club. It seems a group of woman reserved the entire club for a bachelorette party and he needs help. Get your ass down there."
As much as he didn't want to give up his day off, Daisy knew better than to argue with Linda and he hurriedly dressed. Walking the couple of blocks to the club, he enjoyed the warm evening air. As Daisy approached the club, he heard a woman at the club entrance yell something that brought Jack up short and set his heart to pounding, "Rose, here over here!"
She was madly waving her arms to get someone's attention. Jack's focus was drawn across the street to where he saw a woman hidden in the shadows burdened with a colorfully wrapped package. It appeared she was waiting for a break in the traffic to jaywalk across the street. Jack moved closer toward the club entrance hoping to sneak in unobserved when he saw the woman was joined by four other party goers. As they stepped into the light, Jack recognized the ladies. His Rose was the one with the package and her companions were all from the office.
Dodging traffic, the pack crossed the street to reach the entrance to the club. Jack, with fear gnawing at his guts, pressed his face against the closest store front window. He held his breath and decided to wait until the women had disappeared into the bowels of the club to make his escape.
He was just close enough to eavesdrop on their conversation. "Rose, I'm so glad you could make it."
"Yes, I just got out of my anger management class."
"Anger management? What's that all about?"
Rose sighed, "I probably shouldn't say anything but HR received a complaint after I disciplined a salesman. They are all over my ass about it."
"That doesn't make any sense. That's your job."
"It was more about the how than the what. He screwed up a big order and I called him a fucking idiot during our weekly staff meeting. I guess I hurt the pussy's feelings as he went whining to HR.
"When I heard that I sent him a gift wrapped bottle of pansy scent douche. In retrospect, that might have been a mistake. When HR found out about my gift, they made a report to the board of directors and I was called on the carpet. They put me on probation and, as a condition for keeping my job, I have to see shrink for evaluation and treatment. The doctor decided I need to visit her on a regular basis. As part of my treatment she order me to take anger management classes. Can you believe that?"
Picking up her package, she finished, "Let's go get something to drink, I'm thirsty."
"Sure, but since you're pregnant, I don't think you should be drinking."
With one hand on her tummy, Rose replied, "I didn't say I wanted booze, I am on the wagon. This creature growing in me has me thirsty all the time. I am sure we can get a soda in this place."
Ann looked at the front door of the club and said, "This is kind of a sleazy joint. Why did you pick a club full of transvestites for a bachelorette party?"
"I have my reasons," Rose said. "Now let's go in I want to get a good seat where I can observe the entire club."
Jack thanked his lucky stars that he hadn't been working in the club tonight. Even though he no longer resembled the old Jack with his facial feminization surgery and the gift of his excessive boobage, there is no way he could have paraded around in front of Rose and her friends and not been unmasked. Jack did an immediate about face and returned home. Facing Linda's wrath was far better than having a reunion with Rose in front of her entourage.
Jack explained his predicament to Linda and she relented saying she would talk to Phil and clear the entire thing up. Linda broke out a couple of bottles and the two spent the night lost in a fog of alcohol.
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The next day, a delivery man brought a dozen long stem Roses to the club. All the girls rushed over to see who they were for. The card said they were for Donna, from a secret admirer. After a round of oohs and aahs from all the girls, Donna cornered Daisy with her news. She was as excited as a school girl.
"Alicia and I had our date yesterday; it was fantastic. Our first stop was her spa and, as we were lounging in the mud bath, Alicia called me pleasantly plump, which hurt my feelings. She made up for it later by saying my figure was attractively rubenesque. But then she said she wants to work with me on losing some weight. We had a ball shopping, our first stop was for a good full body corset. With it on, my waist was reduced by a full four inches. It wasn’t nearly as uncomfortable as I had imagined. I have decided I will wear on all the time. It makes a real difference. After lacing me into the garment we went dress shopping and both got new outfits which we wore for a candlelit dinner at a swank restaurant. Following the meal we retired the patio at sat under the stars and lingered for hours over drinks. It was so dreamy and romantic. Afterwards Alicia invited me back to her place for air quotes “drinks."
Donna smiled happily, remembering the evening. "Daisy, I broke my vow of celibacy, even if it was only girl on girl sex, it was the best love secession we had since our honeymoon. Afterword during pillow talk we even discussed living together again."
Daisy laughed and in a jovial tone said, "Shame on you. Sex on the first date makes you are a first class floozy. Be careful of your reputation, in this establishment you don't want to give the impression you are easy."
After a celebratory hug, the waitresses got back to work. Donna spent the rest of his shift with a spring in his step and a glorious smile pasted on his face.
@ @ @ @
Desiree was having a fantastic day. He had been accepted as a full member of the fourth floor lady's club, replete with cohabitation bathroom privileges. Throughout the day, most of the ladies made it a point to stop by his desk and just visit. A small gaggle even showed up at lunch time to invite Desiree out to lunch. He was disappointed, because of all the morning breaks he was behind in his secretarial duties. He asked for a raincheck.
At quitting time, with his purse firmly in hand, he made a quick visit to the bathroom. After attending to business, he spent several minutes touching up his hair and lipstick. Satisfied all was in order, he headed out the door, not looking forward to the bus ride. He encountered a reception committee waiting for him at the building exit. They swarmed him and made it clear that, after skipping their lunch invitation, he was going to join them for a girl's night out.
Steve tried to excuse himself, fearing if he missed his daily household chores, it might cost him his nightly pickle tickle play time with Phyllis. "I'm sorry ladies I have a date tonight with my wife, besides if I miss my bus I'll have no way of getting home."
Marge informed the reluctant volunteer (read draftee) that the issue had already been cleared with his wife and she had agreed to be the designated driver to ensure he got home.
Desiree was stuffed into the back of Marge's minivan along with six other girls. He found himself squeezed between two of the girls in the rear seat as they were driven to the local pickup bar. The place seemed to be swarming with unattached single men and woman.
The group was lucky enough to get a large booth where Desiree was made to get in first, two ladies sat on each side of him and two others sat across from him. He was trapped and could not escape without their cooperation. The women ordered drink after drink and Desiree's glass was never allowed to get empty. Eventually Naomi stood up and asked for quiet as she wanted to make a toast. She spoke, as always, with perfect diction more reminiscent of a college professor, than a government secretary. The general background noise of the bar ensured a semblance of privacy. Naomi raised her glass and said, "I would like to welcome Desiree to our Pussy Posse. The guy we thought had more balls than brains and would derogatorily call James Bond. Right before our eyes he has morphed into Ms. MoneyPenny. She traded in her double O's for a set of double D's
The toast was met with a series of ‘here, here for she is the jolly good fellow!’
The night was a real eye-opener for Steve. The ladies held nothing back and emphasized the differences between the sexes. They were not ill at ease discussing the most intimate of subjects, which totally shocked the faux woman. In a million years. Steve could never have envisioned a group of men sitting around and arguing about the range of topics that seemed to interest the women. They discussed and even argued about subjects ranging from clothing fashions to the best means of birth control. Nothing was sacrosanct, not even the status of their relationships with their husbands and boyfriends, in some cases both. But when they discussed their preference of sexual positions, Steve was flabbergasted. They ladies tried to draw him into the conversations but, despite the copious amounts of alcohol they were force feeding him, he remained mute and just absorbed as much information as he could.
When they started talking about their preference of partners, he was asked flat out what kind of men Desiree preferred as a bedroom partner. His obvious nervousness was like blood in the water to a school of sharks. One man against six woman wasn't a fair fight. They were relentless and eventually cajoled an answer out of him. His voice was an octave higher than normal, "I have no interest in men."
Which was met with a chorus of "Bullshit."
Trying to recover he said, "Except as friends."
To which Naomi responded, "You mean Friends with benefits right."
"NO! I am only into women!"
The table erupted with chatter, as Sally said "I knew it Desiree is a lipstick lesbian. We have all noticed she is into fashion, sexy lingerie, and long-lasting lipstick. Come on Desiree tell us, are you a top or a bottom?"
Steve's blush was so deep it that even showed through his makeup. He simply stared down at the table, sweat dripping down the back of his neck. . Sally took his body language as an admission of guilt and announced, "I knew it! She's is a bottom bitch. Come on Desiree, fess up. We're all big girls here, so give us the steamy details. What's more important to you; length or girth?"
His response of "Whoa there buckaroos you all need to back that buggy up. I'm a normal happily married man," was met with a chorus of laughter and catcalls. Marge banged her spoon against her water glass.
"Calm down ladies. We shouldn't be so judgmental, let's hear her out.
Steve glanced down at his chest and could plainly see the lace trimming of his bra straining to contain his mounds of flush. The thought of trying to explain himself to this jury of skeptical woman chilled him. He turned deep crimson from embarrassment, with everyone waiting for his answer he eventually said, "Okay, I'll admit it. Since I have been dressing en femme, sexy lingerie, makeup and pretty shoes have a certain allure for me. At times, it even feels awesome, who doesn't like to look their best? At work, I try my best to be as feminine as possible. But at home I'm all man."
Which was met with skeptical glances so he added, "Alright you caught me, I do all the household chores, to help my wife out; but only until the doctors can fixed my boob issues."
Beth, who was on his left, leaned in and stared down his front and said, "From where I'm sitting your boobs looks first-rate, I'd give it a C+."
Gail from his right put her hand on his shoulder and snapped his bra strap and said, "Your bra seems a little small to me. Girls, we need to take Desiree out for some retail therapy to ensure she is wearing correctly sized bars. How does tomorrow over lunch sound?"
A flustered Steve tried to stem the tide by adding, "Thanks but no thanks. I appreciate the offer, but remember this is only temporary, remember I'm a guy. I have plenty of lingerie."
Between bouts of laughter, Gail said, "Now there's something you don't hear guys say every day."
Steve, determined to change the subject, said, "Remember that thanks to Hampton I'm required to conform to the female dress code at work. This isn't something I'm doing willingly. At first, I took that as a form of humiliation, which is what I think Fat Bob intended. There was an unintended consequence of Hampton's decision though. Because I'm unable to conceal these several pounds of female extras on my chest, I had a decision to make."
Steve sat up straighter at the memory of the decisions they had made. "I could curse the light and hate every minute of my life or I could embrace the opportunity to experience life from the other side of the looking glass. Phyllis and I sat down and came to a decision to treat my feminine attire as more than pretty trappings, we decided that they are tools that I, as a counterfeit woman, can use to influence the environment around me.
"My training has made me a keen observer of human nature. I am proud to say I have used you ladies as my role models. The comradeship among the woman is extraordinary. By paying close attention to all of you, I've learned to mimic your mannerisms, your work ethics, and more importantly your attitudes. Before this all happened to me, I honestly I did not value what you ladies did. You were merely support staff. Now I see that we field agents' couldn't function without your contributions. You all are indispensable components to the operation."
Steve paused long enough to raise his glass and take a long pull on his Long Island Ice Tea. He gulped so quickly that the ice cubes fell into his mouth causing small rivulets of the liquid to run down both sides of his mouth and embarrassing small puddles to form on each breast. Beth reached over and scooped the liquid off his chest with her finger.
She laughed and said, "Well ladies, it isn’t exactly jello shots but not bad. Have a try."
A flustered Steve pushed away a flurry of hands headed in his direction. He glared at Beth and used his napkin to wipe up the drippings and went on, "Where was I? Oh now I remember, it didn't take long for me to see the handicap woman under. I have discovered that just looking and dressing like a female has certain drawbacks; like not being taken seriously.
"Don't forget wearing heels for 8 hours a day. I would love to get my hands on the idiot who said high heels where a requirement for our jobs." said Linda. Everyone smiled and nodded in agreement.
Naomi spoke up, "That's easy it's Hampton's rule. It's not a government requirement."
Steve wiggled his cramped toes in his pointy high heels and again took charge as he wanted to finish his explanation. "I'm the same person I was months ago. Because I now wear dresses and bras, suddenly, my arguments are not as sound. Walking into a meeting, I often feel like a piece of meat being put on display. Right or wrong, my physical appearance is used to judge my worth as a member of this department. Since I'm not that pretty, I have to use feminine accoutrements to enhance the image I am trying to portray. It didn't take long to discover that if I wear comfortable frumpy outfits my contributions are dismissed out of hand. If I dress decked out in an ultra-feminine manner it works to my advantage. I can strut my stuff and will have the undivided attention of every man in the room. That doesn't mean they unilaterally accept my input; but at least my ideas get out there for consideration."
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While Steve was out consorting with his lady friends, Phyllis was pacing back and forth in the living room constantly checking her watch and occasionally glancing out the window watching for the car that was to bring her husband home. When the woman from his office had called, they promised there would be no hanky panky – this time. She wondered about the ‘this time’ but let it go for now. They said they only wanted to familiarize Desiree with their social group.
It was the first time her Desiree had been out on his own. Now, she was beginning to second guess her decision to allow him to party with other women. She was feeling just the slightest pangs of jealousy mixed with regret. Hell, she had to make her own dinner tonight. She had become accustomed to having a handmaiden waiting on her hand and foot.
She had not met most of the other ladies in his office. Steve's attitude towards them had changed 180 degrees since he started working among them en femme. Recently, he had nothing but flattering things to say about them. She hoped his admiration only applied to their work. Phyllis was no stranger to office romances and was aware how notoriously hard they could be on marriages.
There was no way she is going to lose her lover to some secretary floozy. It had been a while since she had enjoyed Steve's morning woody, those memories created a bit of sexually frustrated tonight. She made herself a strong drink and sipped it as she set the stage for her planned evening lovefest with Desiree. She first went to the kitchen and found the bottle with the little blue pills and set it out on the counter where they would be readily available. Then she moved to the bedroom where she laid a new baby blue peekaboo nightie that would provide easy access to his girlie cones. She placed a dozen scented candles around the room. She would wait until his car showed up to light them. A smiled crossed her face as she imagined their love making session tonight. God how she loved to play with and nurse on his sensitive nipples, the love affair was mutual that foreplay always drove Steve wild with desired. She finished her drink and dressed in her sexiest nightgown and waited. No matter what time he got home she was going to ravish him tonight.
@ @ @ @
Back at the apartment, Linda received a call from Phil during the dinner hour.
Linda was still eating so rather than hold the phone she put it on speaker, "Listen Linda, I hired that Daisy chick as a favor to you, but she is screwing with my business. All of my girls are involved in some sort of a conspiracy. They are demanding to be treated with dignity and threatening that they will all leave if they aren't treated like ladies. Damn it, Linda it has taken me years to round up that collection of freaks. I'm not ready to start over. Please talk to Daisy. She is the ring leader walking around here all high and mighty."
Linda chortled and promised she would have a heart to heart talk with the trouble maker.
After she hung up she turned to Daisy and said, "Well young lady, what do you have to say for yourself."
With a smile on his face, he calmly replied, "Guilty as charged. Let's drink on it." Linda was perfectly willing to accept the blasé behavior from Daisy. After all, Daisy had started out as Jack, the milquetoast, who had almost been afraid of his own shadow. Daisy was now a strong transwoman who continued to demonstrate her sharp thinking and compassion for others. This was not something that Linda wanted to beat out of her student.
The girls had finished their nightly drinking routine. Linda was extremely satisfied how the memory rehabilitation was coming along. Daisy had ceased resisting and had come to fully accept the memories as truly being her own.
Tonight, they added a new one. Jack remembered his little league tryout with sadness because he didn't make the team. Linda explained the real reason he didn't make the team was because Jack wanted to take ballet lessons and not play baseball. His parents had insisted that he play ball with the other boys. All Jack really wanted to do was wear pretty tights and a tutu. Linda realized this was going to be a tough sell because the real Jack had grown up loving baseball. But the overall session was such a success Linda decided to celebrate.
"Come on Daisy. Go put on something pretty, we are going to have a girl's night out."
A tipsy Daisy bantered back, "What do you recommend, Oh mistress of mischief!"
"Anything tight that shows off your shapely derrière and make sure it is low cut in front to put the girls on display. "Daisy, just so you know, I will be going 'commando' tonight. So dress appropriately."
Sometime later, an eager Linda leaned against the doorjamb of the bedroom and impatiently tapped her toe. As Daisy continued her primping, an exasperated Linda said, "Come on Daisy, shake a leg I am tired of waiting for you."
Daisy responded by extending her left leg and shaking it then said, "I am not going to be rushed! Perfection takes time. Did Picasso finish the Sistine Chapel in a day?"
Challenging Daisy with a frown that didn't show in her laughing eyes, Linda snapped, "It was Michelangelo, you blond airheaded bimbo!"
A giggling Daisy replied, "Picasso painted Michelangelo, I didn't know that."
An exasperated Linda laughed and said, "Hee hee, now please hurry."
Daisy finished her makeup with a liberal use of her perfume, then inserted crystal earrings with a 6 inch drop. She swiveled in her chair and faced Linda with a seductive leer. Daisy stood and Linda noticed to her delight that when Daisy was flaccid her boy package hardly showed anymore. Daisy slipped on a bombshell of a dress that had a subtle green sheen. It was a straight skirt, scandalously short that fell to mid-thigh. The top was held up with a single strand tied around the neck. It was so low cut Daisy's belly button was in danger of being exposed. As Daisy, lightly licked her cherry red lips she purred, "Will you zip me up please?"
Linda gaped at her gorgeous girlfriend and let out a low wolf whistle. She forcefully strode over and started to work the zipper up. She stop and playfully said, "I can't get it over your ass, have you been putting on weight?"
Daisy replied, "You slutty whore, either zip me up or I will go 'Lady Godiva' on you." Daisy turned and thrust his chest out proudly in a way that made his hooters look even bigger. Daisy tied her hair up with a black velvet ribbon. She glowed and then proudly heralded, "I'm ready."
Linda stood slack jawed and uttered, "Wow! You are voluptuous."
Daisy responded with mischievous smile and uttered, "As Popeye use to say, I yam what I yam and that's all I yam."
Linda chortled, "You are going to be a yam with an 18 inch waist after I tighten your corset down. I will bet that cuts down on your wise cracks. Now gorgeous let's go we have reservations."
Taking her hand, the two sallied forth to dinner. Linda led Daisy to her car. Jack was really conflicted, he had just come to terms with the fact he was starting to develop romantic feelings for his primary target, Ivan, and now here was Linda being nice and loving. Poor Jack had never imagined being caught in a love triangle between two tormentors, then he thought back to his first love Rose, despite what she had done to him he still harbored deep feelings for her. He thought that this might be the first time in history for a love quadrangle. As Linda tried to insert her key in the door lock, Daisy stood behind her and lightly rubbed her breasts against Linda's back. A flustered Linda dropped her keys.
Daisy bent over the squatting Linda so her breasts dangled teasingly at eye level and whispered in her ear, "I am tired of hiding my feelings. Can we be friends tonight and not student and teacher?"
Linda regained her composure. She stood and faced her acolyte, "Sorry, no can do. Tonight you are my date and I don't date friends' just lovers."
On the drive to the restaurant, Jack sat and tried to digest what he had just heard. Did his tormentor just use the term lover? His world was quickly spinning out of control. It would appear he had a choice to make. The cruel manly Ivan or vindictive but beautiful Linda. He sat and twirled a lock of hair and chewed on his lower lip as he tried to decide where his heart lay.
The two women arrived at the restaurant parking lot and walked in holding hands, Linda had a firm, supporting grip on her date. Their steps became more urgent as they neared the entrance of the restaurant. Jack tottered on his heels as he walked over the uneven parking lot. When they reached the door, Linda pushed it open and watched Jack's face as he took in the surroundings. It was absolutely decadent. Every eye in the place followed the two women to their secluded table. Reaching their table, Linda pulled out a chair for Daisy. Daisy was unaccustomed to this display of manners, from anyone, and just stood there confused. Linda laughed and whispered, "You airhead, you're supposed to sit."
An embarrassed Daisy smoothed his skirt under him and sat as ladylike as he could. Linda paused behind him and the gently rubbed Daisy's shoulders. Daisy looked over his shoulder and batted his eyelashes at Linda, while he slowly licked his lips and seductively said, "Do you think I have broad shoulders?"
Linda, with a dry throat, said, "Daisy, you flirt shamelessly. I have no intention of answering a trick question like that."
Daisy tilted his head back giving Linda a view down his cleavage and responded, "I find it absolutely thrilling that you are attracted to me. You really make me feel so good about myself. Ms. Linda I want to tell you, these last few days have been heavenly. I feel like a butterfly that has shed its cocoon. I owe it all to you."
The couple had a very romantic dinner at the outrageously expensive French restaurant. The evening was spent between flirtatious touches and gazing lovingly into each other's eyes. After carafes of a superb Cabernet Sauvignon, the two women held hands across the table. Over the rim of his wineglass Jack studied Linda, admiring her profile as she said something to the waiter. Linda's features were strong and yet feminine and Jack liked the way she focused on whatever task was before her, whether it was in the bedroom, or here at the restaurant, dominating him with her eyes. He was ravenous for her acceptance.
Linda locked eyes with her date and said, "Honey, I have a confession to make."
A nervous Daisy waited anxiously. Linda leaned in close, "As you know I make my living as a dominatrix. I get paid training clients which requires me to remain detached. With you I have tried to remain impartial, but you are special. I find I can't remain detached. For the first time I have developed real feelings for one of my trainees."
Linda reached down and picked up her glass of wine. She took a polite sip and then set the flute on the table again. She reached across the table and slipped her fingers into Daisy's hair firmly grabbing his locks. Linda pulled and brought his lips to hers. Jack opened for her, expecting the thrust of her tongue, but she fed him the wine from her mouth instead.
Jack's world spun. The wine was so much more intoxicating coming from her, as the warmth of the fluid slid over his tongue and down his gullet. Jack melted, losing track of himself and everything around them. Linda placed her other hand behind Jack's head, crushing him harder to her, smashing their lips against each other. The last of the wine passed from Linda's mouth to his and her tongue replaced it, delving into his warmth as if to explore every bit of him. Jack clenched his fists in his lap, so tight his nails dug into his palms. His tongue meet hers. She tasted of wine and the promise of sex, and she smelled of the clean scent of her shampoo.
Linda's eyes caught his, held him. "Your turn," she murmured in a husky voice that told Jack she was just as turned on as she was. For a moment, he didn't know what she meant, but when he glanced at her cabernet he reached for it with a trembling hand. His fingers barely held onto the glass as he brought it to his lips, and he felt a little of it dribble onto his chin as he took a mouthful of the wine and held it, not swallowing. When he set the glass down, Linda leaned close again. Instead of meeting his lips, as Jack expected she flicked her tongue out, lapping up the drops of wine on his chin. Linda slowly moved her lips to his and opened her mouth. Jack fed her the wine, letting it trickle from his lips onto her tongue. Linda groaned and smashed their lips together and clenched his hair so tight the pain of it startled him, yet it quickly melded into a pleasure that joined the incredible kiss.
Jack recognized the familiar stirrings of love building in his heart. Linda had been a malicious bitch toward him and had been his jailor. Jack briefly wondered if he was suffering from Stockholm syndrome. At the moment however, he didn't care as he was really enjoying his life. Work was fun and low stress. He liked the ladies he worked with and he had come to appreciate Ivan's kindnesses. Now Linda had wormed her way into his heart. Life was good, thanks be to God.
Breaking the kiss, Daisy worked up the nerve to ask, "Linda I have very strong feelings for you. But I need to know why you do what you do. Do you hate all men or is this just a game to you?"
Linda leaned across the table and in a conspiratorial tone told her dinner companion, "Daisy, I don't hate men. At one time I feared them, but not anymore. Now I just don't respect them. I have come to the very profound conclusion that sexism is the foundation on which all tyranny is built. Every social form of hierarchy and abuse has been modeled on male-over-female domination."
Daisy was all ears, enthralled by Linda's lecture. Daisy leaned in closer, resting his chin in the palm of his hand then smiled as a way of encouragement. Linda took his other hand and tenderly kissed it and gazed lovingly into Daisy's eyes. Then in a voice that was just a whisper continued, "I have been a lipstick lesbian since I reached puberty. While I was in school, I had a couple of torrid love affairs. But upon graduation, I faced enormous pressure from my family to settle down and get married. They eventually wore me down when I met this very prominent local college professor.
"His name was David. He was a few years older than me, about my height with classical good looks. He was the closest thing to a Greek god this side of Mt. Olympus. Everywhere we went women swooned at the sight of him. We dated and were married after only two months. Initially, it was wonderful. He had the most beautiful cock and did he know how to use it. At first he was a caring and talented lover. On our honeymoon, we fucked nonstop for a week. It was glorious.
"But when we got back from our honeymoon, the novelty quickly wore off. We stopped going out and we barely spoke to each other. I realized that I never really loved him, I merely loved being wooed. When we made love, I would fake an orgasm just to get it over with. I started to miss my old life style. There is nothing in this world like a tongue licking my vagina from its entrance up to the clitoris. When your partner sucks your clitoris and envelops it in their mouth it is the greatest feeling ever, way better than having a cock crammed into you. Daisy, are you aware that ounce for ounce the tongue is the body's strongest muscle?
"I came to realize that David was never in love with me wither; he was too much in love with himself. There wasn't room for anyone else. I did everything I could to get the man I fell in love with back. I tried to spice up our love life hoping that would help. I pleaded with him to go down on me. I even swallowed my pride and begged him. He said the very thought of putting his mouth where his penis had been made him nauseous.
"Our marriage went downhill from there. I became disenchanted with all men. David was just a swaggering, macho pig. He made me do the whole doting housewife gig; cook, clean, laundry, host cocktail parties. It was pure drudgery. We quarreled continually, and then he became physically and emotionally abusive. If he came home and found the house wasn't perfect he would berate and beat me. He sent me to the hospital three times. Then he started raping me. We fucked any time he wanted it, even when I said no. Then he started forcing me to give him blow jobs, because he said fucking was too much effort for him.
"The absolute worst part was that he would constantly provide verbal advice on how I could improve my technique. Like how would he know how to give a blow job? I tried to resist and he brought out a very sharp carving knife and held it to my nipple. He told me if I so much as scratched him during sex he would cut a very thin slice off each of me nipples. My dear, he taught me that the fear of pain is an excellent motivator. I don't want to sound sanctimonious but it was at that point I decided that, for women, marriage is nothing but legalized slavery."
Linda had a single tear run down her face, it hung on her chin. Daisy reached across the table and with his fingertip and captured the lone salty interloper and brought it to his mouth and sucked the essence of Linda's sadness into his mouth.
Linda smiled at the small gesture, took a deep breath and resumed, "At that time, I started having affairs with woman in the neighborhood. I was feeling terribly guilty about cheating until I came home one day from a tryst with our next-door neighbor. I sneaked in the backdoor, heard a strange moaning coming from the living room. As I glimpsed around the corner I was shocked to see David on his knees between our landlords' legs sucking his cock. He performed like a pro, bobbing up and down like a woodpecker. It was obvious this was not a onetime thing. I used my cell phone and took a whole slew of pictures and e-mailed them to myself, before my presence was discovered. Well when I finally interrupted their love session all hell brook lose, a lot of very mean and hateful things were said by both sides.
"Let me tell you, I used the threat of exposure to put that faggot through his paces over the following few weeks. It was the most empowering thing I had ever done. Emasculating a man is the most satisfying thing I have ever experienced. It was my first exposure in forced feminization. It was then that I developed my mantra "Men are as trainable as pets, beat them when they are naughty and pat them on the head when they are good.
"The first thing I did was make him go get a permanent wave hairstyle and then get both ears pierced. I went out and bought David his very own outfit; a black micro-mini leather skirt, a lacy black bra, size F breast forms, a see-through blouse, 5 inch stilettos and enough jewelry to outfit a gay pride parade. At night, I would dress him like a drag queen, put bows in his hair, douse in in cheap flowery perfume, layer on extra heavy makeup, complimented with long heave earrings and then bring some random gay guy home.
"I forced David to service them, just like when he would force me and I filmed each encounter. I took every opportunity to degrade and ridicule that sissy bastard. On nights when I couldn't find any candidates to bring home or just didn't feel like going out, I would make David kneel at my feet and watch my home movies. I would gleefully critique his performance while I would finger myself to orgasm after orgasm. OMG what a thrill! Even my limited praise was derogatory. If he did anything right I would tell him what a good girl he was becoming.
"One night I blundered and brought home one of David's students. David freaked out and eventually grew a pair and threatened to leave me. I couldn't let that happen, at least not on his terms, so I feigned reconciliation. I meekly apologized for my behavior and I booked a romantic getaway to Acapulco. I told David it would be our second honeymoon.
"The first night there, after a few extra strong drinks, I slipped David a Roofie. I managed to get him dressed up like a Tijuana hooker and I glued on his F size tits with super glue. Putting on his slutty girl makeup and a ton of cheap jewelry completed the whole picture.
"I managed to drag his semiconscious ass out to a lounge chair by the pool. I placed my largest dildo in his lap. Then I took a dozen pictures with my cell phone of him sprawled on that chair. I left him there to sleep it off. I took his room key, his passport, all his money and his credit cards along with all his identification and flew out that night. Daisy, let me tell you that plane trip home was the most pleasurable ride I ever had. I ran the battery dry on my phone going over those pictures. Just envisioning that jackass waking up and trying to talk his way out of his situation produced three earth shattering orgasms before we touched down. I never saw or heard from him again. For all I know he is still in Acapulco.
"My only regret is the fact that I personally never raped his ass. If I could rewind the clock, I would have brought my strap-on and fucked him raw before leaving him there. Oh well, I guess we all have some regrets in life. It was on that flight home that I knew my destiny in life. I have since taken the Marquis de Sade as my inspiration and role model. "
While Daisy was processing this information, Linda took Daisy to a nearby lesbian dance club, appropriately named the Lesbos Club. The two women drank, flirted, laughed, and danced until the wee hours of the morning. As they boogied the night away, Linda nestled in the crook of Daisy's neck and fondled her partner's plump rump. Staggering back to their apartment, both woman fell into bed together. Jack was aroused late the next morning by a wondrous sensation emanating from between his leg legs. He felt the warm wetness of Linda's mouth enveloping his ball sack. As what was left of Jack's manhood responded, Linda switched to bobbing up and down on Daisy's petite cockett. Linda wasn't able to put the ram back into the rod, but she had Daisy's engine running at red line RPM.
It took immense will power for Jack to ask Linda to stop, saying, "Honey, I love what you're doing, but we have been here before. I am just not ready for that, just yet. Please stop."
Withdrawing her head from under the covers Linda said with a twinkle in her eyes, "Oh you party pooper, I hate you! Daisy, getting you to let me make love to you is harder than nailing jelly to a tree. Your voice says no but your little willie is singing a completely different tune. Give me five minutes for the conclusion of my aria, please."
"Linda, the temptation to say yes is nigh on irresistible. As far as I am concerned you are a Caruso of cock sucking but can't we postpone the final curtain for a while longer."
Linda crawled up to Daisy and engulfed him in a passionate hug. Linda pulled back and looked Daisy in the eyes. "Daisy, you realize I love you and I believe that you love me. You know about my feelings on marriage between a man and a woman, but between two equals I think it could work. My first marriage was a disaster. But with you, I know things will be different."
In a silky voice Linda asked, "Daisy, I know it is a major faux pas to propose without a ring but Daisy Bell, let me ask you, will you marry me?"
A bewildered Jack just gawked intently at Linda while twirling a strand of hair with his finger. It was a habit that had been encouraged by Linda. Jack was stalling for time as he thought out his response.
After a long pregnant pause, Daisy stared at Linda and tried to put together an answer. Linda held her breath waiting for an answer. After several long moments Daisy responded, "Yes Linda. I think I do love you, but I can't marry you, I am still legally married."
"Daisy, my love that is a mere technicality, it can be corrected by one phone call. Just give me the word and you will be a free woman."
"Linda, thanks for asking but let me think this over. Can we talk about this after we bring Ivan down?" I'm so confused right now. I would like nothing better than to drag you into my lair and have my way with you. I am sorry, but I can't forget that I am still married."
"Daisy, what are you sorry about?"
"I am not sure Linda, it's just that I'm sorry is my go to phrase lately."
Daisy, in a playful tone announced, "Linda if that time does come, I am telling you right now I'm not going to be the groom. As a husband, I was a total failure so if I get married again this time I am going be the wife. FYI, I am definitely not going to get married in latex or leather, its silk and lace or I won't participate."
Linda let Daisy curl up in her lap. It had been an emotionally charged day and now Linda was offering him such a different life then he had ever imagined. Daisy was conflicted because it was a decision he wasn’t prepared to make right now. Unquestionably he had feelings for Linda, not unlike what he felt for Ivan. Then there were his unrequited feelings for Rose. So he cried, and cried. Finally exhausted, the two finally fell asleep.
Jack awoke several hours later with a deliriously magnificent experience happening again in his groin. Linda's brunette curls were firmly ensconced between Jacks legs. His small prick was being sucked in the most loving fashion, then there was Linda's middle finger being wiggled deep into Jack's ass, rubbing on his prostate. Then Jack shrieked, "No way, STOP that!"
A disappointed Linda raised her head with tears in her eyes and pleaded with Daisy, "Honey, I was just trying to make you feel better. Let me finish, please."
"Um, Linda that was wonderful, in fact it was beyond wonderful, it was glorious, but I can't right now. I'm sorry but I just have some issues I need to work out. Please sweetheart, be patient with me, I promise soon my darling, very soon but just right now.
"Linda I have gone along with your dildo sucking, but my ass is off limits. Things come out but under no circumstances do I want anything going in. There is still a small part of my masculinity that just won't allow that. I am sorry."
Linda put her head down on the soft pillows of Daisy's breast and went back to sleep.
As the dark shadows of sleep slowly crept across Jack's mind – his last thoughts were of lacy white wedding gowns with intricate veils and an extra-long train.
"Good Girls go to heaven, Bad Girls go everywhere."
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Chapter 36 - Mike visits the club
"Women need a reason to have sex. Men only need a Place." Billy Crystal
The girls at the club had taken to meeting for a nightly gab session after closing. Everyone had really come to love these intimate times of sharing. At first everyone would discuss only girly things like hair, makeup, and fashions. Daisy became a font on information on these topics. If she didn't know an answer, Daisy would consult with her tutors and return the next day with a response. She tried to avoid being 'in charge' but her education and natural leadership skills couldn't be hidden. Everyone looked to her as their leader. All the girls started to imitate Daisy, from her mannerisms to her style of dress. As the girl's admiration for Daisy grew, their makeup became less garish; their outfits went from trashy to classy. Everyone started to like each other-and more importantly they started to like themselves.
Daisy made it a point to never lecture and tried to avoid philosophical issues. Despite her best efforts, today's conversation settled on sexual orientation and how each girl viewed herself on the gender spectrum. One by one, they contributed their opinions and life experience. Paula shocked everyone by claiming, from his earliest memories he always had Daddy issues. "At 16 his mother and siblings were gone off visiting relatives, leave Paula and his stepfather alone for a three day weekend. He put on some lipstick, put his hair in a high ponytail wore his mother's sexiest underwear to seduce his stepfather. The bastard resisted for all of a day before he had me bent over the hood of his car in the garage."
Then Candy's contribution had everyone shaking their heads, "My sex life is really kind of private; sex is nobody's business except the three, four or five people involved."
Georgette contributed that his road to feminization was a bit different from most. He had started here at the club as George, a straight man. To keep his job, he was forced to wear woman's cloths. At first he hated it; but his experiences with his first boyfriend caused his opinions to change. He morphed into a panty loving sissy. If he was pushed to identify himself now he would say he was a first class cock sucker. "I'll bet my next paycheck I'm better at it than anyone here." He bragged.
Everyone laughed at that. A number of the girls were willing to take up the challenge. After some discussion, it was dropped as there was no way to quantify how the winner would be determined. Peer pressure finally forced a response from Daisy.
After pondering the issue for some time, Daisy opened up, "Friends, I don't know how to answer you. I am unable to firmly locate myself on the gender spectrum. Growing up and into adulthood I was happy being a boy and then a man. I never wanted to be a woman, not sure I do now. However, I do admit I love wearing pretty clothes, makeup, and perfume. Most days I view myself as nothing more than a man in a dress. Most mental health professions would probably classify me as transvestite. When I think about all the lovely clothes in my closet and get a warm fuzzy feeling all over, I would have to agree I am a transvestite.
"However, when I'm with my special guy I want to do anything to please him, it's so nice to be held and loved so apparently I'm gay. Then there are days where the gay tag just isn't accurate because I wish I really was a woman and am sure I'm transgender. It is really confusing, days like today I know I am a woman. My true spirit is feminine, Mother Nature just screwed up my plumbing. So you all tell me what I am."
Sophie stood and made an announcement, "That's a great speech Daisy. As you know not all of us want to be woman; we just like visiting from time to time. Personally, when I get off work, I normally go back to boy mode. I don't ever want to give that up. Being a passable bisexual transvestite, I figure I am a member of a privileged class. I have the best of all worlds. I mean, why limit yourself. I have almost an inexhaustible combinations of partners.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to get all preachy on you but if we are going to be good friends I wanted to let you all know who I am. 'I is no transsexual, I is just a lovable tranny with tits'. Of course mine aren't as magnificent as Ms. Daisy's." This brought the entire crowd to cheers.
Daisy stood and said, "Hold on girls. I have something to say. I realize we all make a living as entertainers. I know we are waitresses, but think about it. We are here to entertain the perverts that frequent this bar. The more we flirt and expose ourselves, the bigger tips we get. Since I acquired these big accessories my tips have escalated. As a result, I suspect a lot of you have boob envy. Let me tell you having a rack this size isn't all rainbows and unicorns. My back aches all the time. When I wear a support bra the straps dig into my shoulders. Walking or riding in a car the jiggling never stops. It's so embarrassing. Nip slips are a frequent fact of life and happen when I least expect them.
"It is impossible to have a simple conversation with anybody. I can't maintain eye contact with anyone guy or gal. Forget about walking on the street, even little kids stare and point. Even hugging someone has become tricky, the girls get there before my arms do. Hell even knock, knock jokes take on a whole new meaning."
As the group broke up Paula mumbled, "Maybe we should get Daisy some cheese to go with her whine."
Sophie stared daggers at her co-worker as she maneuvered Daisy to the side for an individual hug and kiss on the cheek. As they were about to separate, Sophie grabbed Daisy by the shoulders and pulled her face in close and kissed her full on the lips, a very chaste kiss but one that spoke volumes about friendships and acceptance.
Grinning at the surprised Daisy, Sophie said, "I warned you, I swing both ways. Later maybe we can get to 'know' each other a lot better, if you know what I mean?"
"Thanks Sophie I'll take your offer under advisement. I'll have my secretary get in touch with yours," Daisy replied with a somewhat dazed smile.
At that moment, to Daisy's utter amazement, Linda walked into the club. It took Linda only a few moments to pick Daisy out of the group and she pulled Daisy to one side to keep their conversation secret before she said, "Come with me. Steve needs to talk to you. Now."
"Steve? As in government agent man Steve?"
"Yep that's the one. Come with me, he's waiting for you in the alley out back by the loading dock." She pulled Daisy along by the arm and Daisy had no choice but to stumble along.
Linda led the way to the back service entry. Opening the door, she motioned for Daisy to go through.
A concerned Daisy turned to Linda, "Aren't you coming?"
Linda shook her head. "No. He was very clear he wanted to talk to you alone."
Daisy cautiously stepped out and Linda pulled it closed, trapping Daisy in the alley. Once the door had closed it became as black as the grave. There was not a single light visible, the overcast skies completely blocking the moon and stars. It also appeared someone had broken the street light. Daisy stood still perfectly afraid to move, waiting for his night vision to kick in. Then off to the left, from deep in a doorway the glow of a cigarette shown like a beacon.
"Over her Daisy", came a deep, gravely smokers voice reminiscent of Bea Arthur.
Daisy walked cautiously careful not to stumble in her 5 inch heels over the trash littering the alley. Eventually reaching the dark alcove.
Jack spoke using his well-practiced Daisy voice, "Is that you Steve? It's so spooky out here, I can't see anything. Can't we go someplace else?"
"No I picked this place specifically for its privacy. If you can't see me from three feet away and I can't see you, then no one else will be able to identify us either. I needed to talk to you in private."
Then Steve thought to himself, 'Besides I don't want to get too heavy a dose of his perfume.'
"You're scaring me, what's going on?"
Steve took a deep breath and said, "What I'm about to tell you must stay here. No one else is to know what we discussed."
"Surely I can tell Linda, she is going to want to know."
Steve pulled a scarf tightly about his neck as a cool ocean breeze whipped up the canyon of the alley.
"Listen up Jack, NSA has intercepted an email sent to Ivan. The essence of the message was a warning that a government agent had penetrated his inner circle of contacts. We have no idea who Ivan's mole is. So we can't take any chances. This whole affair is classified top secret and on a strictly need to know basis.
"We know for a fact that he is having you checked out again. You were checked when he first met you and they are doing it again. He sent people to your old company, under the pretense of being FBI agents conducting a security update. They were asking about you and your relationship with Rose. They also have interviewed your neighbors, and even talked to people at the club where you were outed."
"Oh my God get me out of here!"
Jack's heart was pounding and thumping in his ears that he almost did not hear Steve tell him, "Relax. So far your cover is intact. I, Fred, Linda and my boss are the only ones who know your true identity. None of us can be the mole because the email did not identify you or your position. No one else has been read into the operation. It must be someone on the periphery of the case. We are running background checks on everyone, I'm almost positive we'll find him or her before it is too late.
"We even kept you in the dark about most of what we did to you during your preparation time for this mission. That way you couldn't accidently let information slip out. That also ensured your reactions would be genuine. Rose fought us on a lot of the things we demanded of her, arguing we were being too tough on you. "
"Really she did that. Why didn’t she tell me?"
"We wouldn’t let her. It seems we were correct, as everyone has backed up your cover story."
A nervous Jack chewed on his lower lip, "You don't understand. I know Ivan, if he has everyone checked out and can't find the rat, he will keep digging until he finds it. He'll figure out that it's me." Jack was working himself up into a panic attack.
Jack couldn't see him nod in acknowledgment, so Steve tried to make his voice as calming as he could. "That is exactly what we thought too. So we are going to give him a patsy to take any focus away from you. We've been watching his main guy, Anatoly, who has a girlfriend that is a strung out junkie. Our plan is to quietly scoop her up, send her to rehab, and then the witness protection program. She'll be spending her future in Montana. Once she is out of the picture we will send a uniformed agent to their apartment looking for her while claiming to be her brother. It is subtle; but hopefully will give Ivan a scape goat."
"What do I do now?" The plan was only slightly reassuring, but he had enough experience now to know that he had no choice but to hope that it would work.
"Relax and continue to do what you've been doing. Your reports about who Ivan has been in contact with has helped us build a list of all his confederates. Keep up the good work. As a word of caution, don't ask too many questions, if it seems you are prying it might raise suspicions. Just keep your eye and ears open."
Steve reached into his purse and withdrew a pack of cigarettes. Taking one out, he asked Daisy if he wanted a smoke. It was one of the few times in his life that Jack said he would take one. It was apparent that Steve could see better than Jack because Steve's hand touched his own with the cigarette.
Daisy put one in his mouth as Steve struck a match. Like a good gentleman he lit Daisy’s smoke and then his own. The flare of the match partially blinded Jack, so he only got a very brief glimpse of Steve. From what he saw, he never would have recognized the person standing before him. He was not sure he would recognize Steve again if they ran into each other.
Steve quietly disappeared at some point, but Daisy never heard him leave. Daisy took the time to quietly breathe in the tobacco smoke and try to get control of his jangled nerves.
After finishing his smoke, Daisy rejoined the other waitresses. The Friday night rush had started. Several hours in, Paula asked for help, her section was crazy. She had two large parties and everyone was drunk and being rowdy. Daisy broke away from her section and headed over to help.
Jack almost had another anxiety attack when recognized the most boisterous drunk was Mike his old boss. Jack quickly went through his options, run and hide or stay and help out his friends with the rowdy group. Thinking on his feet, he quickly came up with a game plan he prayed would work. He would draw attention away from the face, by flaunting his spectacular curves he hoped to prevent discovery. He undid two buttons on his blouse, trying to focus everyone's attention on his massive décolletage. He reached into his bra and readjusted his girls into 'a cup runneth over' look.
Jack helped out all he could and tried to remain in the background as much as possible. While carrying a fully load tray of drinks, the guys grabbed them off his try rather than wait to be served. Jack noticed Mike was wearing a wedding ring. With his interest peaked, Daisy stood behind Mike, close enough to eavesdrop on the group's conversation. Daisy overheard the other guys giving Mike a hard time about his wife. "We are surprised the old ball and chain let you join us Mike. How the hell did the old confirmed bachelor and perpetual playboy, end up married?"
Mike testily responded, "Get off my case guys. I had been fucking this gal from work for a long time. She was married to one of my employees so I figured I was safe. Then the bitch threw her husband out. Naturally she turned to me for consolation. The bitch stopped taking the pill. Her husband had been trying for years to give her a baby. Well mister stud here only took about two tries to put a bun in her oven. Anyway, after she told me she was KNOCKED UP with my kid I was kind of forced to do the right thing. I married that redheaded hot tempered bitch.
Everyone laughed, "Yeah, the way we heard it, you either married her or she was going to cut your balls off."
After another round of laughter at Mike's expense, Mike tried to restore his macho credibility as he responded, "We may be married but that hasn't slowed me down any. I go out drinking and fucking every weekend. I'm here now aren't I?"
With that pronouncement he grabbed the nearest waitress by the arm and pulled her towards him. Daisy had the misfortune to be with arm's reach when it happened. He struggled to pull away; but Mike said "Come here bitch let's have a look atcha. Don't I know you? You sure look familiar."
Daisy was petrified at being recognized so he turned his back to the drunk and said, "No sir. I'm sure I would remember a stud like you."
The pause was just enough for Jack to get his arm loose while Steve slurred, "You're probably right, I would never forget a dame with headlights like yours. But you do remind me of someone I just can't put my finger on it. Give me time I'll remember."
Daisy kept her back toward Mike as he gathered a couple of glasses from the table. Mike took that as an invitation and pulled Daisy onto his lap. In his mind, every girl was ready and willing. Daisy struggled and tried to stand but was no match for the ex-football player. Mike grabbed Daisy and forced a kiss on her, trying to pry her mouth open with his tongue. The shocked and intimidated barmaid meekly sat on his lap, not wanting to draw additional attention for fear of recognition. Breaking the kiss, Mike made a shocking proposal, "Say bitch, I could use another notch in my belt, how about you and I go to a backroom and I fuck your sweet pussy."
This brought another boisterous round of laughter while an intoxicated Mike tried to stand. His buddies cruelly pointed out to him the type of bar they were in. They raucously announced that if he explored his date's panties he wound find an "outie" and not an "innie"!
In an attempt to regain his pride and reputation, Mike grabbed Daisy by the shoulders spun her so they were face to face. He reached up and roughly groped for one of Daisy's breasts. In the process he ripped her dress exposing a breast. Daisy shrieked.
"Relax bitch, it's just a wardrobe malfunction. I'm just making sure they are real."
Then he rephrased his initial proposition, "All right you sissy cock tease how about you and I go to a back room and you can suck my dick?"
An indignant Daisy stood and covered her exposed mammary with one hand and replied, "No way! I only give blow jobs to real men. You, you needle-dicked homophobe, certainly don't qualify by that standard!"
At that the bar, erupted in choirs of cheers. Mike's entire face flushed red in anger at the putdown and tempers flared all around. As ludicrous as it seemed, Daisy stood his ground, one breast flapping in the breeze and his fists clenched. Jack was fully prepared to get his ass kicked. At least, he hoped it only got kicked. But no matter what happened Jack had decided Daisy was going down fighting.
Mike faced Daisy and laughed arrogantly and said, "Just how in the hell is a 100 pound Tinkerbelle like you going to take on a 250 pound Paul Bunyan, like me?"
It was now that two burly bouncers arrived as well as a half dozen of the other girls. Daisy suddenly found himself standing at the front of a small army of friends who were prepared to fight alongside of him.
Looking at the forces arrayed against them, Mike and his friends decided that discretion was the better part of valor and beat a hasty retreat. As a parting gesture, Mike turned, took out his cell phone and snapped several pictures of Daisy and made a threat, "Bitch, I will remember you and will be back, count on it!"
Daisy's only response was a theatrical wink thrown at Mike, which only served to infuriate him further. Daisy conducted a tactical withdrawal to the ladies room, Sophia, Donna, and Candy found Daisy sitting on a stool crying her eyes out. Daisy's friends keep trying to console her, but to no avail. Finally, Daisy stood and announced, "That's it, I quit."
The shocked waitresses pleaded with Daisy to reconsider and stay at the club.
Daisy responded, "You don't understand, I quit this whole façade. I am tired of living a lie. I am going to end it all!"
Word of Daisy's threatening suicide spread like a wildfire throughout the club. Every waitress in the club, plus a few woman patrons, all crowded into the bathroom. The tension was palpable. Everyone was trying to talk at once; the tower of babble couldn't have been this bad. The crush of flesh had Jack backed into a stall, which he was now sharing with 4 hysterical women.
Finally Jack realized what the commotion was all about. Standing on the toilet seat, with one exposed knocker, he shouted, "LADIES, SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
With one hand over his exposed breasts he went on, "I have something to say. When I said that I am tired of living a lie and that I am going to end it all, I meant that I was going to become a real woman and schedule SRS, not kill myself."
The group broke into spontaneous applause. At that precise instant, Daisy's high heels slipped and she ended up standing shin deep in the toilet bowl. The applause turned to laughter. After a round of hugs and little air kisses Jack was left alone to empty the water out of his shoe, repair his dress with a safety pin and redo his makeup.
Seeing Mike and his wedding ring had brought a crushing sense of defeat to Daisy. With the unsolicited and unconditional support of all his friends, Daisy now felt a sense of elation. Jack never had friends like these. His life had definitely taken a strange turn. The term SRS had simply slipped out. It was meant only as a means of appeasing the crowd, not in seriousness.
'But perhaps that is really my destiny,' thought Jack. What was said out of desperation maybe would become his true path. The only thing Jack knew for sure was that he has never been happier than he was right now. Jack realized that getting a vagina is not about sex, it is more about feeling like a complete woman, rather than an interloper.
It had been a long and emotionally charged day. All the girls had changed and left for the night, so Daisy was the last to leave, even Phil had left. As she closed and locked the front door, she heard a muffled scream. As she turned, she caught just a glimpse of Bubbles being dragged into an alley. Without a thought for her personal safety, Daisy took off running toward the same dark alley she had been in recently with Steve. He found running in stilettos on an uneven sidewalk to be an adventure. A panting Daisy entered the alley just as two men reached the back with Bubbles. One held her up against the wall and the other was in the process of ripping her blouse off.
As Daisy ran down the alley, he yelled "STOP, leave her alone!"
Two bemused men turned toward Daisy and stared in disbelief. They grabbed Daisy before she could put some distance back between them and forced her to stand next to Bubbles. Then the two thugs started arguing over who was to get which girl while Bubbles cried hysterically.
Daisy boldly took a small step forward them and made the two men a proposition. "Listen you worthless dirt bags, let's make a deal. You can see my friend is on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Let her go and I will stay. Not only will I let you do whatever you want to me but I will do so as a willing participant. I promise no problems, I will really ring your bell. Just let my friend go unharmed."
After a brief whispered discussion between the two muggers, they agreed. "Lady with jugs like yours we would be idiots to turn down an offer like that."
Once released, a hysterical and sobbing Bubbles ran out of the alley. The two thugs had Daisy trapped between them. Daisy was forced onto his knees the first man took a knife and cut open Daisy's blouse, then roughly yanked down his bra, displaying his tits. Suddenly, a primal scream could be heard from the street. "RAPE, RAPE, PLEASE somebody HELP!"
The thug put his knife to Daisy's throat. You said you wouldn't cause any trouble."
"Hey, my dimwitted friend, I made no promises on behalf of my friend." Daisy could not believe that things were working out this way. These guys had to be idiots.
At that instant, flashing lights illuminated the alley and a police car blocked the only access. In a moment of confusion and fright, Daisy was rescued by Miami's finest. From somewhere, one officer provided a blanket to cover her nakedness.
Two hours later, Linda was escorting Daisy home to their apartment. Daisy relived her night in great detail, telling Linda everything except Steve's revelation.
Linda, in an attempt to lighten things up, asked, "Well Daisy, aside from the fight and attempted rape, how did you enjoy your day?"
Daisy tried to fight it but couldn't but help but smile. "Linda, to be honest this day was a total waste of makeup!"
Daisy had bathed and climbed in bed and slid between the inviting sheets hugging his favorite teddy bear. Linda cuddled up to Daisy and handed her a large glass of vodka. "Daisy that was quite a magnanimous gesture and a very heroic act. Why would you sacrifice yourself for a person you barely know, and don't even like?"
"Linda I have no idea. I didn't think, I just reacted. It seemed like the thing to do at the time."
"Daisy I understand that thug had his schwanz out and was about to demand a blowjob. Would you have done that?"
"Oh, heavens no, he may have killed me; but if he had put that disgusting thing in my mouth I would have bitten it off."
Daisy began to get the shakes as the ramifications of her actions hit home. Our poor superheroine crime fighter spent the night in the fetal position sucking on her thumb.
Some days, this isn't a job. It's Hell with fluorescent lighting!
Chapter 37 - Linda makes her case
"Love is whatever you can betray. Betrayal can only happen if you love" John LeCarre
Daisy came home from her shift at the bar bubbling with important news.
Linda was on the phone with Phil and she shushed Daisy as she entered the room. He was making his weekly status report on her latest charge and he was not a happy camper.
"Linda, that girl of yours has turned my business on its head. I had a near revolt today. Every one of my female impersonators banded together and insisted I close the club so they could air their grievances. I spent a long afternoon in a group summit, surrounded by an angry mob of drag queens. Let me tell you, when you mix testosterone with that much pancake makeup it's not a pretty sight. It was like trying to deal with 20 broads all with PMS, all at once."
He paused for a moment to gather his breath. "Get this, they are demanding I start screening my customers, to keep out the degenerates. Hell that would cost me half my business."
Linda let that pass as she knew it was closer to 80%.
Phil paused again to get his anger under control and then went back on the offensive. "Before I agreed to take on your acolyte, I made a very nice living managing this freak show. Everyone was contented, at least they didn't complain. These queens all lived for the degradation and they took to it like fish to water. Now my staff of fledgling intersexed gender benders have become self-proclaimed feminists. They demand to be treated like ladies.
"Even my brother, Georgette, got all up in my grill. He said he wasn't going to let me select his worktime outfits anymore. He's become a real pain in my ass. Today I was forced to replace him as my receptionist. He was spending all his time fiddling with his hair or doing his nails. Customers were not being serviced the way they should be.
"To make things worse, under a threat of going on strike, my entire workforce all signed a petition demanding I pay everyone a clothing allowance. So they can appear more ladylike. Have you any idea how that is going to cut into my profits?
"Then there is that bitch Donna, I only took him in as a favor to his wife. Who as it turns out is a mature attractive woman and can be quite enthusiastic in presenting oral arguments, if you know what I mean. After our second date, we went back to her place and came to a nice arrangement. Her husband would work for me and, since she didn't want at him at home, he would live here. He lives in a small room over the bar. He became my cleaning staff and he cleans the bar every morning. Then, starting at lunch, he takes over as a bartender.
"His wife dictated how he would appear in public. To ensure he was adequately punished for his 'indiscretion', she insisted he be outfitted in nothing but outlandish outfits. So much so that he became the main event in this side show. He is my most shameless Drag queen. All his outfits are shockingly flamboyant. Donna paraded around here in his clown makeup, and dresses three sizes too small and those ridiculous water balloon tits. Then as the pièce de résistance, his wife made him slather on oodles of the cheapest perfume you ever smelled. As ridiculous as it sounds, he has a real loyal contingent that lives just to torment him. The best part is I don't have to pay him. His wife told me to make him live off his tips. I have adopted 'a don't ask, don't tell' policy. What he does for those tips is strictly between him and the customers.
"Now, times have changed, at first he had a vile attitude. Rather than just taking his punishment like a man he pouted and acted like he was better than the other girls. His insolence started to cost me business. I had to sit him down and remind him he was here only because of his dalliance with a student. He sulked around here and made everyone's life miserable. He slowly adjusted to his life as a sissified barmaid. Time flies when you're having fun. His personal services contract is up next month and I was going to have to find a replacement.
"Well, almost overnight everything has changed. He went from being my court jester to my most requested waitress. Recently, his makeup has become subtle and tasteful. He threw out the water balloons and acquired an expensive set of breast forms and a good corset. He's still a tad chubby but he presents a realistic womanly figure. His outrageous outfits have all been retired and now he is only seen in appropriate conservative dresses. He has developed the sweetest persona a gay bar has ever seen. He still wears perfume in heavy doses but at least nowadays it's classy. Donna has transformed himself into a vivacious, girl next-door, submissive 50's housewife type, my customers eat that shit up. Why yesterday he found an old bullet bra that had the guys drooling.
"That was all fine until today when he had the nerve to barge into my cramped office, close the door and demand a private meeting. I was working on some paperwork and it took several minutes before I could talk to him. While I worked, his perfume seemed to fill my office. I took a deep breath and started to complain but then changed my mind. I couldn't get enough of that aroma. I took several deep lungful's and found it was almost hypnotic."
Phil took a deep breath and continued with an embarrassed tone. "I finally had to look up from my work. For the first time I saw Donna in an entirely new light. His hair was styled without a strand out of place, his makeup was beauty pageant quality. His foundation and blush gave him a radiant glow. His movements were totally feminine. The heavy tassel earrings he had on his newly pierced ears were enchanting as they swung freely about his head and just barely grazed his shoulders." Phil sounded almost poetic as he described his meeting with Donna.
"Anyway as he talked to me, the words meant nothing because I was fixated on those plump luscious lips. He sat on the edge of my desk and leaned over to see what I was working on. I could feel his breath on my cheek. The bitch was flirting with me as he sat within kissing distance. His perfume was the most enchanting thing I had ever smelled. I wanted to ask him what it was so I could get some for all my ladies. I was stunned to realize I had a raging hardon. For Pete's sake, I'm a straight, heterosexual guy who has become a tranny chaser with a major man crush on one of my girls. Damn it Linda, I was ready to get down on my knees and propose.
"Luckily for me, he broke the spell when he demanded a new work contract. My spirits soared when I thought I wouldn't lose him, he was going to stay beyond his contract. Then my heart sank when he told me that he plans on moving back in with his wife and now wants a normal salary. Instead of a paycheck, he wants it all put into a medical savings account. It seems that they are planning on some improvements to his figure. Linda, I'm going crazy. I agreed to everything he said just to get him out of my office."
After a heavy sigh, Phil went on, "If this keeps up, my girls will be running this place. It's all her fault. Get Daisy out of here!"
Linda had to work to keep the smile out of her voice as she replied to Phil's frustrations. "I'm sorry Phil, but those all sound like your problems not mine. The only thing I can suggest is for you to run your girls through me for a refresher course. I promise after graduation they will be as meek as kittens."
Phil was even more upset at Linda's apparent lack of sympathy and she could hear it. "I'll think on it and get back to you. Before I could do anything like that I'd have to check with my business partner."
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Hanging up Linda turned to Daisy with a smile. Hearing Phil venting about something silly had put her into a good mood. "Now what was it you wanted to say?"
Daisy was almost bouncing up and down in excitement. It was possible that his release from this hell could be in sight.
"Linda, Ivan has invited me for a 'private' dinner aboard his yacht. I think this is the opportunity we've been waiting for."
Linda nodded in acknowledgement. "That's great, after your treadmill lesson we'll celebrate by going out for dinner and drinks."
Daisy quickly changed into his exercise clothes and got started on his nightly treadmill run. Linda watched for a little while and marveled at how Daisy moved with such catlike grace and did not jump when she was prodded.
Puzzled, Linda asked Daisy why he did not react when she zapped him with the cattle prod.
Daisy smiled and answered, "I don't jump anymore because it doesn't hurt."
A tipsy Linda responded, "What do you mean it doesn't hurt?"
Daisy responded, "Because I took the batteries out of your baton ten days ago."
A startled Linda said, "But you still do whatever I ask, why?"
Daisy stepped off the treadmill wiped his brow and pondered the question before answering.
"Linda, when this all started I did what I was told because I was afraid of being humiliated. As time went on, I did it from fear of pain, physical and emotional. Both you and Rose made sure I experienced a great deal of each.
"I hated both Rose and you for a while. Then I realized that Rose merely opened the door and nudged me outside. I'm the one who walked the path. I must take the responsibility for my own actions. Eventually, my motivation became more a fear of letting you down. Then it hit me that I wasn't afraid anymore. I had withstood your evil tortures and still survived. I'm now driven solely by a fear of failure. This mission is more important than my physical safety. I finally stopped feeling sorry for myself. I realized I wasn't being used as much as I was letting my natural submissiveness control my life. There was a part of me that enjoyed giving up all responsibilities and letting someone else simply tell me what to do. It was then that I stopped viewing you as my keeper. My feelings for you evolved to first a mentor, then you became a friend and now I view you as my potential mate.
"Linda, if it is my destiny to die as part of this mission, then so be it. But my country, the world, needs to purge itself of terrorism and I'm going to do my small part! Let my epitaph read 'He died doing her duty'."
With her eyes starting to get misty, Linda replied, "Damn it Daisy, I knew I was being too easy on you. Not afraid of me anymore that sounds like a challenge. I should give you a good hiding for touching my special training aid."
"Linda, I know you can still hurt me, but I refuse to cower in fear. I don't believe you will kill me. I have withstood you diabolical tortures before and I know I can in the future."
A proud Linda stood face to face with Daisy and broke into a huge grin, "My little girl seems to have grown a pair. Daisy, you are amazing. I want you to know that all of your instructors came to me in mass today. They all are in agreement that there is nothing to be gained by further lessons. You have mastered everything that they have tried to teach you. I have had a few students surprise me, occasionally I had one two trainers say that to me, but to have them all come to me in a group is unbelievable!
"Now, you are wading in some pretty deep water and you need to be very careful. I just got word Ivan is double checking on your background. He has interviewed several patrons from the bar. Mike and your wife showing up at the club within days of each other is not just a coincidence. That and the fact we have confirmed word that a number of the secretaries at your old workplace have been questioned about you. Steve has also told me there have been checks on the references you presented to Phil. He even had a couple of his goons checking me and my background.
"Daisy, Ivan is doing more than checking out a girl working at his hangout. There is something more going on. We have no idea if he has found any holes in your cover story. I am pulling you out of this operation."
Daisy was both warmed to hear that Linda was concerned for his safety and alarmed that she might actually try to follow through with her decision to end his involvement.
"Oh, Linda you are starting to sound like an old lady. Ivan isn't as evil as you make him out to be. He actually is a sweet, peace loving guy."
Smirking Linda responded, "Yeah, peace loving, he leaves little pieces of his victims all over for the police to pick up. Daisy, a few weeks ago the police found a guy who reneged on a bet with Ivan. He was tortured to death. Someone had taken pliers and crushed his nuts. Then cut them and his prick off, stuffed them in his mouth then stapled his lips together. The poor bastard, eventually bleed to death but it wasn't pretty. I have given this a great deal of thought and believe we should pull you out. It just isn't worth the risk. Don't go getting overconfident, that will get you killed in this business."
"Linda that is real sweet of you. But I believe this is my decision to make. If I back out now, all this will have been for naught."
"No Daisy, you are wrong! Something monumental has come out of this operation. I have found the person I love – Daisy Bell. Now I want no shenanigans out of you, the decision is made. I will call Steve in the morning."
"Linda, I am not afraid of you anymore. Don't make me hurt you, you touch that phone and I will turn you over my knee!"
"Yeah, like that will happen in a million years."
"Linda before your mouth writes any checks your ass can't cash, remember I'm the one exercising every day for over 6 months. I haven't see you even break a sweat in weeks. Are you sure you want to take on this tigress? I have gown very sharp claws over these months. "
"Besides, think for a minute. If I were to be pulled out now, by any one, what conclusions would Ivan jump to? He would be sure that I was some kind of spy and he would never stop looking for me. If he doesn't intend to kill me now, he surely would if I suddenly disappeared. There would be no place safe enough to hide in."
Once he had finished his lecture, Daisy rubbed Linda's shoulder a little and said, "Now Linda honey, let's get to bed, my tits are just aching for a good tongue lashing." He surprised Linda as he maneuvered behind Linda and grabbed her ass.
The dominatrix jumped and squealed, "Sheesh, Daisy you scared me!"
Turning to face Daisy, Linda reached around and returned the favor and massaged both her ass cheeks. Linda laughingly commented, "Well Daisy sweet cheeks, with a fetching bottom like yours, I think we can permanently retire your padded panty."
They spent the night cuddling in each other's arms.
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Steve returned home from his night out with his new friends in a slightly tipsy state. Phyllis met him at the front door, wearing only a diaphanous cover-up that didn't cover a damn thing. He tried to say he was tired, but Phyllis was having none of that. She marched him by the ear into the bedroom and ordered him to strip.
Standing there in only his birthday suit, Phyllis marveled at the changes that had transpired in such a short time. At first, she had regretted giving him those hormone pills that triggered his metamorphosis. But looking at him now, half female and half male, a true hermaphrodite got her juices flowing. Life had a funny way of throwing you curveballs. She had never considered herself a lesbian, maybe bi, but never gay; but she found herself having to reevaluate that position.
She had also been concerned about how Steve would react to the changes the hormones had wrought upon his body and how she had treated him. She had confessed her sins to him some weeks ago and she had been relieved and thrilled to find that her husband realized that he had become a macho bigot and he regretted many of his actions over the years. He had laid her fears about her conduct to rest. Now, rather than regret her actions, she openly celebrated them.
Before her stood the most beautiful man she had ever seen. His physical transformation was spectacular, surpassed only by his psychological adjustments. It took those physical mutations to get him to recognize and appreciate that he had an inner feminine side. He had gone from being a machismo bigot, to a caring lovable… she struggled to express her impressions. The only term she could think of, as much as Steve would hate to hear it, was open minded feminist.
As she went through these mental gymnastics, Steve stood there nervously waiting for her next command. God how she loved being the mistress of the manor, but he seemed to enjoy being the manor's chief servant. She gallantly fought the urge to take advantage of her position, she had no desire to be a true dominatrix, but did so enjoy being in command in and out of the bedroom. Having her previous domineering husband willingly become her submissive handmaiden was a power trip, every time he acquiesced to her demands only made her feel more attracted to him. For the first time they were on equal terms, he was a true loving partner.
Once they began their sexual gymnastics, she really put him through his paces. She took pride in the knowledge that she gave as good as she got. It was a marvelous night of passion and neither got any sleep as they made mad passionate love till well after sunrise. She surprised Steve by bringing him breakfast in bed after he called the office to take a personal day off to recover.
Desiree and Phyllis continued to have a lot of pleasurable times as a married couple, which made their time as two girlfriends even more enjoyable. As her girlie man, Phyllis insisted that before beddy-bye time Steve moisturize his entire body. Bit by bit, his skin acquired the texture of a baby's bottom.
Steve woke every day with a spring to his step. Going to work was no longer a drudge, the women at work treated him like a friend and sorority sister. They cried together, laughed together and worked together. He found himself bound to them by strings fastened to his heart, a friendship that was stronger than anything he had experienced with his male compatriots.
He liked Fred and considered him a good friend; but he had stronger feelings about the other girls. Love might be too strong a word but it came close. Everyday, Desiree was included in small gossip sessions around the coffeepot and some of these even overflowed into the ladies room. That was fine with Steve as he rapidly become accustomed to the jovial intimacy of the power room. The one concession he made was he always sat to pee.
He was fully accepted as just one of the girls. On one memorable day, he was coming out of the bathroom stall and bumped into Beth almost knocking her over as she rushed into the cubicle. Steve excused himself and moved to the sinks where he put his purse on the counter and proceeded to wash his hands when he heard, "Oh damn, I'm out of tampons. Desiree, would you happen to have one I can use?"
To Steve's utter embarrassment, he had to admit he did. Phyllis insisted whenever he left the house he always carry one in his purse along with a sanitary napkin. He threw the tampon over the stall, rather than open the door and hand it to her.
Today, like most days, he went to lunch with his circle of homies, where they shopped, ate and gossiped the time away. To almost everyone's delight, their server was a real hunk today and all the ladies commented on him. As he walked away, Beth said, "Desiree, how about giving us a sissy's assessment, would you take him to your bed?"
Before Steve could respond, Beth enlightened everyone on her predicament in the bathroom and how Desiree came to her rescue. Steve blushed a bright almost radioactive crimson.
Once the laughter had died down Steve addressed the table, "I'm not a sissy damn it!"
Beth snickered, "Then what are you?"
The table fell silent as everyone waited for his rejoinder. Steve thought for almost a full minute and finally said, "I'm a male lesbian!"
A chorus of "Bullshit" met that response. After a brief debate it was decided Steve was really an aspiring girl wannabe.
Steve acknowledged that and took it as a compliment. Steve glanced at his new watch, a gift from Monica, a new girl in the IT department. It was bedazzled with moissanite crystals, he simply loved their sparkly qualities as the stones had double the refractive quality of more expensive diamonds.
With his lunch hour over, he started to leave. Surprisingly, the others remained glued to their seats. Betty turned her head and said, "Run along dear. We have something to discuss. You aren't invited on this one."
Returning from lunch, he found a smug Fred leaning back in his chair with his tie off and his feet propped on his desk. Fred gave his partner a devious smile and pointed to Desiree's overflowing inbox. He returned Fred's expression with his best flirtatious smile. Desiree sat at his desk, opened his purse to spread out his compact, lipstick and hair brush on his table top. He made a production of retouching his lipstick, combing his wig then gave his wrists a brief spritz of perfume. After checking that his appearance was flawless, he carefully stowed his feminine accouterments back into his purse. Which he then secured in the bottom right hand drawer of his desk. He took his work load in stride because his skills as a typist had improved tremendously. Much to Fred's consternation, he had an empty box by quitting time.
Steve grabbed his purse and rushed to catch the elevator and found it packed with his friends. Between floors he pushed the stop button and faced the others spread his legs and put his hands on his hips. "There's something going on. I want to know what's happening!"
The ladies all looked at each other and huddled quickly and seemed to come to an agreement. Acting as the group's spokesperson, Beth spoke.
"Alright, we wanted to keep you out of this with plausible deniability."
Looking him in the eye, she said, "Let me be brutally honest. Steve was never real popular among us ladies. His smugness rankled us. It was our general consensus that he tended to look down his nose at the support staff. He was an arrogant self-centered chauvinist bastard. Not a one of us would have crossed the street to help him up from a fall."
A confused Steve said, "Well hello, you keep talking like I'm not here."
Betty spoke up from the rear and replied, "Steve isn't here. We only see a girlfriend named Desiree, a sweet caring sister."
"Thanks that is really nice of you. I do need to apologize for my earlier conduct. With the recent rape combined with an earlier boyhood incident, that shall remain unspoken of, I think I was overcompensating trying to prove my manhood. I am afraid I was taking my inadequacies out on you ladies."
Beth continued. "We all listened to your tale of how Bully Bob treated you. At first, we had no sympathy for you. We expected you to resent being demoted to the typing pool. But you surprised us all by not only accepting the assignment but actually embracing it with a smile on your face. Congratulations. You are probably the hardest working secretary in the building."
Steve took offense at her comment and corrected Betty, "I'll have you know that I am an administrative assistant, not a secretary!"
Betty laughed and replied sarcastically, "Whatever. A rose by any other name.
"Anyway your wife's creativity in telling him that she had given him some of what you were dosed with gave us the embryo of an idea. Naomi has been spiking Bob's coffee with birth control pills. That didn't seem to have much effect on his man boobs so Crystal, who is going through 'the change', donated a bottle of her extra strength estrogen tablets. Which has worked much better.
"This morning, Naomi caught Bob with his shirt off, sporting a nice set of hooters. In Naomi's judgement, Bob is rapidly approaching a B cup. He was feeling himself up, checking out his chest. He gave her some lame excuse about a heat rash. We all wonder how he has explained those puppies to his wife. We all had a good laugh over that one."
Judy spoke up, "If you watch closely he is constantly scratching and rubbing his freshly minted baby boobs. I bet he is going crazy trying to figure out what's happening. He has been so preoccupied with his problems he doesn't have time to screw with us. We'll keep you posted on Operation Booby-Trap as it develops."
Steve pushed the go button and said, "That might explain why he has been riding my ass. I bet he thinks his feminine development is a result of what my Phyllis did to him. When I tell her she'll get a kick out of it."
Steve could identify with the mental anguish Bob was going through; nevertheless it didn’t disturb him enough to intercede. So he put on his pink heart shaped sunglasses and walked to the bus stop humming a happy tune.
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As he rode home through the canyons of tall buildings, Steve reflected on his home life. In the past, going home only meant a quick TV dinner and a few beers in front of the tube, sex was reserved for the weekends. That had all changed for the better. He had first viewed his housekeeping responsibilities as a burden; but as his domestic skills made titanic gains, his spirits soared. He now looked forward to his responsibilities as a domestic engineer and household CEO. He thought that if the stars aligned just right maybe someday he would be promoted to director of child development. He found the changeover from full time government agent to lowly chamber maid a relatively seamless transition. He took great pride in a spotless home and the house had never looked better. Nightly, he hurried though his domestic chores so that the prim and proper Desiree could morph into an unassuming submissive nympho who ate, breathed, and lived for sex.
The bus ride home was uneventful, but that all changed when Desiree sauntered into the house. He stumbled on his wife's bra, heels, and underpants that had been discarded at the threshold. He caught his balance before he fell and gasped at the sight before him. Phyllis lounged seductively across their tan living room settee, with her head back and eyes tightly closed.
The room absolutely reeked of sex. She had one hand playing with her left breast the other hand was up her skirt apparently diddling her twat. Two lipstick stained empty tea cups were perched precariously on the cushion in front of her. Steve silently lowered his purse to the floor, afraid of disturbing the sexy tableau taking place in his living room. He stood with his jaw open and willingly played the part of a voyeur as he watched his wife pleasure herself. Her breathing quickened, sweat broke out on her forehead, and a soft moan escaped her lips as she stiffened, her toes pointed straight out. As the happy ending overtook her body, she relaxed.
It took Steve several moments to get his heartbeat and respiration under control. He adjusted the bulge in his pink panties and he said sheepishly, "Hello dear. What's up?" Smiling at his small pun.
A startled Phyllis sat up somewhat taken back by his presence, knocking the tea cups on the floor. She removed her hand from under her dress. "Oh it's you. I didn't expect you so soon."
Steve smiled broadly. "Apparently."
With a mischievous smirk on her face, "I've been waiting on you to get home. I'm going to get freshened up while you clean up this mess. Make us a couple of martinis, then get right on dinner. She brought her fingers to her mouth and licked them clean and said, "I'm starving. We'll talk over cocktails."
Which prompted Steve into an exaggerated deep knee bending curtsey. He kept his head bowed and answered, "Certainly, I live to serve her Ladyship."
His dramatic show of manners elicited a giggle from Phyllis as she left the room.
During supper, Desiree continued to act as his wife's lady's maid and served dinner, catering to her every desire. Phyllis explained why she was in such a good mood.
"I made a new friend today. Our new neighbor Sally paid me a visit. She's a lovely, mature fun-loving woman. It turns out she is a partner in a local law firm and telecommutes from home. We have a lot more in common than meets the eye. For example, our tastes in men. I can't wait for Desiree to meet her. We spent the afternoon chatting about all kinds of things. I gave her the grand tour of the house. She was overwhelmed at the way our home looked and that there is not a speck of dust anywhere. She claimed it could easily be on the cover of Home Beautiful Magazine."
He didn't know why, but something told Steve that there was something off. All he could do was wait for the other shoe to drop. Then it came with a thud.
Phyllis gave him a look of reproach. "Don't look so sour, I gave you full credit. In case she ever asks, you are Desiree, my maid. She had heard from the others in the neighborhood that I am married. She inquired about you, not having seen a man around. So I told her Steve my husband is away on business. That way, when she sees Desiree coming and going there will be no uncomfortable questions.
Oh, one more thing she did ask if there was any way she could hire Desiree for parties and maybe one or two days a week on a regular basis."
Fear gripped his heart and Steve's eyes narrowed as he asked, "What did you tell her?"
"I told her I would check with you."
Astonished at how casual Phyllis was acting, he answered, "That ain't never going to happen! I'm strictly a one woman woman. What happens when Steve returns?"
Phyllis chuckled and said, "I thought you understood, even when you reappear as a man I still plan on retaining you as my live-in maid. When the time is right. I can see you becoming our au pair."
"Oh, where did that look come from? You can't honestly expect me to return to the drudgery of housekeeping. I enjoy being a woman of leisure. Now finish the dishes and meet me in the bedroom."
Phyllis had been dipping into their savings after maxing out the credit cards because she made almost daily runs to the Victoria Secret store for additional intimate unmentionables. That resulted in nightly lingerie fashion shows and tonight was no different. Steve had come to embrace his inner bimbo. He spent almost a half an hour parading around the house flashing his headlights in his sexy negligées and five inch stiletto heels. He thoroughly enjoyed his daily time as Phyllis's slut-slave. It was empowering to just let all his responsibilities and worries go and have only one goal – lustful gratification.
Phyllis recognized that tonight Steve must have gotten into the little blue pills. She covered her mouth and bite her tongue to keep her laughter under control. The sight of a busty woman cavorting around seductively lost something with the very unlady-like teepee protruding from his panties. Like most evenings, tonight ended the same way with Desiree on his knees worshiping her precious love nest with his mouth. He took great pride in his ability to give his wife multiple orgasms using only his tongue before they engaged in the main event. He was so glad he had gotten over his silly inhibitions about going down on his wife. He found that cunnilingus wasn't the culmination of sex only the opening curtain on their love making sessions.
After she got him off his knees, Phyllis ensured he got equal time on the receiving end. She loved to play with his boobs and suck on his sensitive nipples. Once she had him worked up to a fever pitch she would lick and nibble her way down to his cock. With its diminutive size, taking the entire length all at one time was no real challenge. She made sure that she gave her girlie looking husband as much pleasure as he provided her.
The couple had refilled the prescription for the little blue pills twice since Desiree's unveiling. On weekends, every spare moment was spent canoodling. Some days, Phyllis wouldn't let her life partner come up for air. It was a glorious time.
During rest periods from their recreationel activities, Phyllis drilled her husband in feminine behavior that even include elocution lessons. Over time, the semi-permeant makeup that Rose had caused Steve to be stuck with faded to a dull shade. To compensate, Phyllis initiated Desiree into the Cosmetology arts. Steve was a quick learner and was soon a better than average beautician. On special occasions, he even did her makeup.
Eventually, Phyllis found that spending her afternoons and nights at home was rather boring. Taking her time, she found the perfect outfit for her husband's coming out party. It would take a shoehorn to get her hubby into the low cut silver spandex dress; but the results would be worth the effort. They were going to leave their wedding rings at home and go out clubbing. She envisioned two girlfriends going out for a wild night of drinking, flirting and dancing.
He came home on the night of the planned outing and opened to for his wife, "Phyllis, I shouldn't be telling you this but the operation is about to reach fruition. Daisy has been invited into Ivan's stronghold. With the data she collects and her testimony, we will be able to put Ivan and his gang away for good. If things go as we have planned, when she returns, we will have all the evidence we need."
Phyllis frowned. "When she returns? Aren't you talking about Rose's husband?"
"Yeah, it's just a slip of the tongue. I've seen pictures of her. It is hard to think of Daisy as a man. According to Linda, Daisy has fully crossed over the gender divide, Jack's persona has been eradicated."
A concerned Phyllis confronted her husband, "Doesn't it bother you, that you have taken a man's identity away from him?"
Steve had the briefest of thoughts that probably was an adequate description of what was happening to him. Still he defended his actions, "I haven't taken anything; I'm merely an observer. Furthermore, it's a matter of national security. This is one time where the end justifies the means."
Telling a little white lie he added, "Besides Jack eagerly volunteered for this mission. He could have backed out anytime he wanted."
Phyllis filed that tidbit of information away for future reference. "For your sake, I hope that your bumbling Inspector Clouseau operation doesn't screw things up. I don't know Jack; but Rose is really a nice lady."
Pointing to the lingerie laid out on the bed in preparation for tonight's activities she questioned Steve, "How would you feel if Steve permanently disappeared and was replaced full time by Desiree?"
"That's different, we are just playing a game, and no one is hurt by me wearing makeup, bras, high heels and dresses."
It took the two of them working together a full thirty minutes to get Stevie laced into his corset giving him a classic womanly midriff.
Phyllis was shaken when she noticed that his boobs brazenly spilled out of the bra cups. She couldn't understand, she had taken his measurements and consulted a corsetiere. She took his recommendation on the correct size before she purchased a Strapless Longline Bra with double C cups. There is no way he could have outgrown that size bra in this short of time.
"Honey, I got that corset in your cup size but it now seems too small, you are busting out of it. Have you noticed anything going on with your breasts?"
Steve reached up and cupped his double handful cones, "Now that you mention it they are swollen and are uncomfortably painful, along with my sore nipples. All my bras and dress tops are tight. It's embarrassing to mention; but when I walk the jiggling takes several seconds to stop and I have experienced frequent nip slips. The girls at work find it amusing but I don't."
It took another twenty minutes to get his new silver dress on. It was as tight as a virgin's pussy on her wedding night and showed every curve. Phyllis had envisioned that dress would sexily cling to his body, but his proportions threatened to split the seams at the top.
He sat at the vanity and sipped a glass of white wine and waited for the last coat of nail polish to dry, while Phyllis donned a clingy backless A-line neon pink dress. Steve was just settling into his playful Desiree guise when his phone rang.
Picking up the phone carefully and trying not to ruin his nails, Steve uttered, "Oh shit I totally forgot!"
He waved his hands wildly about trying to accelerate the drying process and turned to his wife and inquired, "Where are we going tonight?"
Phyllis shrugged her shoulders and replied, "The Velvet lounge. If we hurry we can still make happy hour. What's going on?"
Steve turned away from his wife and spoke into his phone, "Tell him I'll meet him at the Velvet lounge next to the Hilton on 10th Street, in 20 minutes."
"Who was that?"
"I'm sorry I should have told you. That was Betty from my office. Her brother is in town and I promised to meet him for a final goodbye drink. It will only take a few minutes."
Her eyes narrowed. "Hold on Princess! We aren't going anywhere until I get an explanation. You have some serious explaining to do."
Steve tested his nails and found them dry, "Let's go, I don't want to be late. I'll explain it all to you when we get there."
Fifteen minutes later, two very hot woman walked into the front door of the Velvet lounge and took up seats at the bar facing the front door. Before either could get comfortable, two Pink lady cocktails magically appeared in front of them. In response to their confused looks, the bartender said they were free, it was ladies night.
Steve took a long swallow of liquid courage and began his explanation for Phyllis. "It's like this honey. Betty has become a really good friend. Her brother is in the Air Force and just graduated from flight school. He's been in town for several weeks. Betty had other obligations and couldn't keep him entertained, so she asked me to help out."
Phyllis put her hand on her husband's nylon clad knee and squeezed as hard as she could, "Just what did this help consist of?"
Her fingers were digging into the tender portion of his knee and there was both the threat and promise of lacquered nails making their presence known. Steve reached down and pried her fingers off his leg one at a time, "Relax it was mostly innocent. We met a few times for lunch and had drinks one night after work. He is just a lonesome serviceman looking for a little companionship."
Phyllis laughed despite herself, "Dear, I know you are new to all this woman stuff. No one could be so naive to think a young flyboy only wants companionship out of a blind date arranged by his sister."
Steve coughed and stared into his drink, "He flies out tonight to go overseas and just wants to say goodbye. He did get fresh a couple of times; but I let him know I wasn't interested."
Jealousy reared its ugly head as she questioned, "Fresh, how so?"
To his credit, Steve was able to meet Phyllis' eyes as he said, "It was nothing just a quick two or three goodbye kisses."
Seeing his wife's concerned look he tried to ease her apprehension by saying, "Relax honey, there was almost no tongue involved."
A pissed off Phyllis was about to ask Desiree to explain the 'almost no tongue' comment but luckily for Steve, the inquisition stopped when his date walked in wearing a handsome Air Force uniform.
He scanned the lounge several times before he identified his target for the night. She was sitting at the bar with another attractive lady. Much to his delight both were giving him the eye.
He swore under his breath, 'Damn it Desiree brought along a chaperone. I had really thought I would get lucky tonight.' He swaggered over to the bar and forced his way between them. He put his arms around each girls shoulder and wowed them with the line, "I must have died and gone to Heaven because you're both angels. Can I buy you ladies a drink?"
Steve, in his best feminine voice, held up his glass and replied, "No thank you, we have one already."
Don then asked, "Ms. Garibaldi, Can we go somewhere private and talk?"
Steve gave his wife a quick sideway glance. When she didn't say anything, he accepted Don's hand and slid down off the bar stool. He gained his feet, but Don remained control over his hand. Don led him away. Desiree made a rookie mistake when he left his purse unattended on the bar, a subject that Phyllis intended to speak to him about later.
Phyllis sat there abandoned as her husband wandered off with the handsome fighter pilot. She watched them quickly vanish into a group of couples on the dance floor. She was not sure if she was mad, jealous or both. The two of them walked with Don's arm firmly attached to her husband's shoulder. She observed the couple until they passed through the dance crowd and made for the side patio exit. Phyllis took the opportunity to go through her husband's purse. She also checked out his call list on his phone. She found nothing suspicious thankfully. It seemed like forever to Phyllis before she saw them returning via that side door. Don was in the lead while Steve walked a pace behind and appeared to be flushed.
Phyllis scooched over her chair expecting the man in blue to rejoin them. Unexpectedly, Don rubbing a red cheek walked on past and went straight to the front door. Steve peeled off and returned to his seat next to Phyllis.
"What was that all about?" she asked.
Steve waved at the bartender and ordered another drink for each of them and before he answered her. "Men can be such pigs! How do you put up with them? He took me out to the patio where we were alone. First he asked if he could write me, which I thought was rather sweet. Then the pervert asked for something to remember me by. I was thinking a trinket of some sort, he corrected that impression as he brazenly tried to force my head to his crotch. He made it plain he was thinking of a blow job. So I slapped him and marched back here."
Phyllis was nonplussed at Steve's story. She had experienced that kind of behavior herself when she was younger and in college. Hearing her husband talk about having to deal with it, regardless of his appearance was something that had never occurred to her. A shiver went down her spine as for the first time she worried that her feminized hubby might someday prefer licking dick over pussy.
All she could say was, "I'm sorry to hear that. What do you want to do now?" But she was sympathetic to his experience.
Steve looked up and saw their reflection in the barroom mirror and he brushed a stray hair back into place. He took his a lip-gloss from his purse, and reapplied a coat of shimmering gloss.
"First, I want to sit here with best looking woman in the place and ply her with copious amounts of liquor until she gets drunk. Then I plan to rent a hotel room and spend the rest of the night drinking champagne and fucking her brains out. How does that sound to you?"
Phyllis smiled at her husband so broadly that her cheeks threatened to blind her. "I thought you would never ask. Bottoms up!"
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The next morning, Phyllis was shaking him and telling him to get up and get dressed. The bright Florida sunlight streamed into the room, forcing Steve to squint. He had a first class headache that seemed to pound in multiple places in his skull. The alarm clock showed that he was already 30 minutes later for work. His panicked jolt did nothing for his headache. He would have to fix his hair and makeup before reporting and there was no way he could wear spandex to work.
Phyllis who was sitting at the room's vanity serenely combing her hair, managed to calm him down when she told him she had called his office and informed them that he was taking a sick day.
Confused, he replied "I have a hangover, I'm not sick."
Phyllis put the hair brush down and walked over to where he was sitting on the bed. She kneeled at his feet, took his hands into hers and said, "Don't be so sure. The way your bust is developing is inexplicable. Keeping you in proper fitting underwear is getting expensive, why the salesclerks at the Victoria Secret know both of us by name. Then last night when I was suckling on your two BOOBIES and I got the shock of my life. I got a mouthful of a sweet tasting liquid. I have no idea what it was. I only know we need to get you to a doctor to figure out what is going on.
"Why don't you pop into the shower? I'll go down to the gift shop and get us something appropriate to wear."
@ @ @ @
An hour later, they were at the doctor's office and Steve was being escorted to an exam room. Steve asked that Phyllis join him and the two sat down and explained his latest symptoms when the doctor came in.
The doctor asked several probing questions. She was not surprised to hear Phyllis describe how breast and nipple stimulation had become a major part of their lovemaking sessions. Phyllis also mentioned her husband's frequent mood swings and his recent weight gain. The doctor assured them that she had a good idea of what the problem was but some tests were required to confirm her suspicions. She did not want to go into those possibilities until she had the test results though.
A nurse came in get blood and urine samples. Steve and Phyllis sat in the office for quite some time. Finally, the doctor returned and asked Phyllis to step out for few minutes while she spoke privately with Steve.
The doctor pulled up a chair and sat directly in front of her patient. "Mr. Garibaldi, let me get right to it. I warned you that mixing the male hormones with your feminization drugs could have unforeseen consequences. I’m afraid what we have here is the worst case scenario for a married man."
Steve jumped directly to the worst case conclusion. "Oh my God Doctor! Am I going to die?"
"No, nothing like that, let me finish. Your tests reveal indicate your body is at war with itself. There is a battle raging between some very strong and divergent hormones in your system: testosterone, estrogen, progesterone and prolactin. Your body is confused. Right now, it has been tricked into thinking you are pregnant. All the things you described are classic symbols I would expect to see in a woman entering her third trimester. I am sure you have noticed your breast have gained a couple of cup sizes and are swollen and uncomfortable. That is because you are starting to produce the nourishment your baby will need. In other words, you are lactating."
"Doctor that's impossible, I'm a man!"
"Sorry Steve or do you prefer Desiree? In either case, you are misinformed. There are a number of documented cases of men breast feeding, provided they have been prepared with the right combination of drugs. Your case is not all that unusual."
"What am going to do?"
"I've called a number of specialist and they all agree that the safest thing to do is let your body purge itself of the abnormal hormones. This is going to sound strange but I have to tell you in the short term, I suggest you invest in a good electric breast pump. Your boobs are going to fill with milk and they need to be emptied on a regular bases. If not, your life will be a living hell.
Steve collapsed in his chair and wept like a child. Seeing that the news of his condition had hit him particularly hard, she decided to let Steve tell his wife about what was happening to him and then come back to answer any questions they would have. She went out to the waiting room and beckoned to Phyllis to come with her. The doctor ushered Phyllis into the exam room.
"Steve, I'll let you explain to your wife what is happening to your body right now and I'll come back in a few minutes to see if you have any questions." She closed the door quietly, glad to be out of there.
Seeing Steve in tears, Phyllis feared that the news was somehow horrendous. She sat down next to her husband, took his hands in hers, and looked into his eyes. "What's wrong honey? Are you going to be okay?"
Steve looked down, not wanting to meet his wife's eyes because of what he was going to tell her.
"Phyl...I was stupid. Because I demanded that the doctor give me the testosterone to make me a 100 percent man again, the hormones in my body reacted against each other. That is why my boobs kept on growing. The super estrogen thought it was under attack so it overpowered the testosterone and pushed me even farther into feminine territory. My body is acting like I'm a pregnant woman. That's why I'm lactating!" He spit the last out like it was a bad word. His eyes filled with tears at the thought that he was even less of a man now.
Phyllis wasn't surprised at the news that her husband's breasts were starting to produce milk. They were pretty large now and some of her friends had experienced this side effect when they had been taking fertility drugs. She was saddened at the fact that her husband was the one able to give milk though. She would give anything to be pregnant with her own baby.
Steve was filled with guilt and shame at the fact that his wife had to deal with a girlie husband who now had even more physical problems. His entire world view and attitudes had changed over the past weeks and he knew that he was nothing like the arrogant, womanizing Steve he had been. It would be better to make a clean break with Phyllis and let her find someone better. A real man.
"Phyl...It's my fault that I'm this way and why you don't have a man for a husband anymore." He proceeded to tell her how he had been about to have sex with Trixie and he had been attacked by her pimp. That was when he had been injected with the massive doses of experimental hormones.
Steve knew that when he was done telling her about his infidelity, she would walk out the door and want nothing more to do with him. That is what he thought he deserved and what he thought she would want.
It was a shock when Phyllis wrapped her arms around him and put her head on his should instead.
"You silly man! Don't you think that I knew that you were fooling around once in a while? That's why I always insisted upon using protection, even though I wanted to have a baby so badly."
She pulled back to look Steve in the eye and continued. I was still concerned about catching something from you. That's the main reason why we have drifted apart over the past couple of years. I have been seeing the doctor on a regular bases to make sure that you hadn't given me something." She used a finger to lift his chin to make sure that he was looking at her. "But I still love you. You dumb shit! Knowing that you weren't completely faithful to me hurt and made me mad. That's probably why I was so mean to you when this crossdressing thing started.
"Now, you're in a situation where you really need me and I know that you aren't going to be playing around, unless one of the girls at the office want to fool around with a half man/half woman." At the quick shake of his head, she smiled and pulled him into a hug again. "We're going to get through this and I hope that you are a different man when this is all over."
Steve smiled at Phyllis through his tears and said, "I don't deserve you Phyl."
Now it was her turn to feel guilty, Phyllis pushed him back to arm's length again so that they could see each other. "Steve, I have a confession to make I too was unfaithful to you." Steve's eyes widened at her confession, he would never have thought of Phyllis as a cheater.
She took a deep breath and pressed on, "I slept with Jeff the night before our wedding."
"Jeff? My best man?" Steve's reaction was not as outraged as Phyllis would have thought and she nodded.
Phyllis sat up staring and braced for the eruption she knew was coming. Surprisingly he appeared unruffled and said, "I can't say that I'm surprised. Jeff really liked you. I know from personal experiences he is hard to resist."
Now it was Phyllis's turn to be surprised. "What do you mean by that?"
Steve sheepishly kept his eyes focused on his lap. "I slept with him too."
"You what! Would you care to explain that?" Phyllis had never been aware that her husband might be bi-sexual and hearing him make this admission was a complete surprise.
"It was during my freshman year in college after a rather wild frat party and I think that I got a dose of a roofie that someone had been using." He paused as the memories came back. "I remember things as if it were in a dream. For all I know, Jeff might have been high on something too. When he noticed that I was pretty much out of it, he helped me up to his room. His roommate was gone for the weekend.
"When I went to lie down on his roommate's bed, he pulled me over to his bed. He started to hug and kiss me and…" Steve paused as he recalled what happened. "He was acting like I was his girlfriend and I'm ashamed to admit that it felt good." He looked down, not wanting to look Phyllis in the eye. When she put her hand over his to encourage him, he continued, "Phyllis, Jeff had sex with me that night."
She patted his hand and said, "You weren't in control of yourself Steve. It doesn't sound like Jeff was either."
"You don't understand Phyll. We spent the entire weekend in him room and I had sex with him repeatedly. We both sobered up completely by the end of the weekend and we agreed that we would never talk about what we did. We've remained best friends ever since."
Phyllis just looked at her husband. So many things seemed to make sense to her now. Her psychology was very rusty but some of her husband's behavior over the years could actually be due to some subconscious shame of rape. He was trying to overcompensate by trying to prove that he was a real man.
She made a mental note that this subject was not closed and that she wanted to discuss it further. Maybe encouraging Steve to discuss this particular incident with a counselor would actually benefit him.
Steve shook himself and said, "Phyll, if you were going to cheat on me with someone, Jeff is the one I would choose, he is a great guy. That doesn't mean that I don't want to punch out his lights."
He smiled as he said that and it was infectious. The two of them were hugging and kissing affectionately when the doctor knocked and then opened the door.
"Uh...kids?" She said to get their attention, even though her patients were both older than she was." As happy as I am that you are not upset with each other, this is a doctor's office and not a motel room. Let me answer any questions you might have and let you get home to continue this." She was smiling good-naturedly as the two of them sat straight up and looked a little embarrassed to be caught necking. Never mind that there was nothing wrong with it.
"Passion is the quickest to develop and the quickest to fade. Intimacy develops more slowly, and commitment more gradually still." Robert Sternberg
Chapter 38
"I have never seen a situation so dismal that a policeman couldn't make it worse." Brendan Behan
After leaving the doctor's office, Desiree was an emotional wreck. He sat in the passenger seat and cried. Phyllis handed him tissues as he tried to compose himself. The mere thought his body was producing milk like a breed mare was devastating to his male ego. The ride home was the world's biggest pity party, all that was missing were party favors.
The doctor's parting advice drove a dagger into his masculine self-esteem, she told Steve as he left her office to, "Stop fighting what is happening, it will only give you ulcers. Think of it like a roller-coaster ride. You've gotten to the top of the loop and are accelerating down the steep hill. There is nothing you can do but hang on. You should embrace your femininity and enjoy it."
Phyllis tried to lift his spirts with light hearted banter like, "Look on the bright side. We can always bottle your motherly excretions and save a boat load of money by never having to buy milk again."
He didn't know if he should cry or laugh at that one. My lord how his world had changed. He was so grateful for the loving support of his wife. Her driving left a lot to be desired though. She seem to hit every pothole on the highway. He caught her glancing at him, almost as if she were enjoying his misery. Every bump was incredibly painful as his animated airbags leaped wildly around like a tilt-a-whirl. He was afraid his boobs would burst like over inflated balloons.
Once they were home, Steve let out a sigh of relief. He gingerly made his way into their bedroom and got undressed. Phyllis ran him a nice hot bubble bath and handed him a glass of wine. He climbed in to soak away his troubles. As he lounged in the soapy water he began to relax, the buoyancy of his boobs, took the strain off his chest muscles. A mild euphoria replaced his feelings of hopelessness.
After a while, the water became tepid and he added a shot of hot water that worked for a time. Eventually it turned cold, a signal it was time to get out. Drying himself off, he went into the bedroom to get ready for bed. The lights were out, the house was deathly quiet. He called out for Phyllis and got no response. He threw himself on the bed face down and immediately regretted it. He rolled on his back and realized his nights of sleeping on his stomach were over, quite possibly forever. He lay there in the dark lamenting his current plight. Being viewed as a man with tits was bad enough. Being mistaken for a nursing mother was a more distressing issue.
He was just dropping off to sleep when the bright bedroom lights brought him back to full alertness. Phyllis bounced into the room with a bundle under one arm. She threw the package on the bed. Saying, "Here, this is for you."
Steve, still naked, skooched his way to the end of the bed. He sat up and dangled his legs over the edge. His little man showed no signs of life and lounged limply between his legs. In contrast, his boobs seamed to defy gravity with no sag whatsoever, as they stood out swollen and firm. More disturbingly from a masculine standpoint, they were topped with a pair of constantly erect hypersensitive engorged nipples that just seemed to plead for attention.
Phyllis licked her lips as she marveled at his dairy pillows and counted the minutes until she could get her playtime with them. She handed the box with the 'Babies R Us' wrapping to her busty hubby. He opened it to find an electric breast pump. Phyllis was very pleased with herself as she elaborated, "The salesman claimed you can use the pump in the hands-free configuration with most top-flap nursing bras. Isn't that marvelous?"
Steve swallowed hard and mumbled, "Yeah, it's fucking mind-blowing fantastic."
Phyllis's smile collapsed into a frown as she said, "Don't be such a Gloomy Gus, everything will be fine. I plan on doing whatever I can to raise your morale."
Steve perked up and asked, "Does that mean I get to drive later tonight?"
Phyllis tittered and said, "Don't be a Silly Sally. That ain't ever gonna happen again."
Phyllis sat next to her miserable husband and picked up the box and pointed to the container as she pronounced, "This was the most expensive model they had. But I wanted nothing but the best for my Mommy Desiree."
Steve flinched at her remark. If Phyllis noticed, she didn't show it.
Steve sat in a stupor. Phyllis was determined to drag her husband out of the doldrums; but she was completely oblivious to the fact that her behavior was not helping. She took him by the hand and pulled him to his feet where she could get a panoramic view. She circled him examining his body. Unsure of her intentions, he stood and trembled like a leaf in a strong breeze.
Phyllis stopped behind her husband and slowly with a feathery touch she ran her finger tips over his body paying particular attention to his firm hairless buttocks. She stopped and suddenly gave his rump a not so gentle slap, which stung and startled him. Then she laughed in his ear. Steve turned his head to look at her and inquired, "What's so funny?"
Her hands now firmly cupped and lifted his derriere. She chuckled again and said, "It's amusing how the cosmos works. Several months ago, I had a he-man government agent with big aspirations. Now I have a she-man Mata Hari with a big ass."
Steve craned his neck around trying unsuccessfully to see what she was talking about.
"You know when changes occur gradually over time it is hard to identify the magnitude of them. I've noticed for a while you fill out your clothes in all the right feminine places. However, all my attention has been fixated on your darling titties. Which prevented me from recognizing you've also developed other womanly curves. Like your slim waist and beautiful plump tushy. It appears as if four inches of fat off your tummy has repositioned itself to your backside. With these dimensions, how in the world to you keep your pants on?"
"I just tightened my belt when I wear slacks."
Then with a hangdog look he went on. "I've noticed how my body has changed. To be honest, I'm terrified it might also be a result of the witch's brew of hormones battling in my body. I was ashamed to tell you about it."
Phyllis gave him a mock pout and a love tap on his caboose. "You silly goose, I really am here for you. I'm sorry that I seem to be enjoying all of this. The thing is that I don't care if you look like a man, a woman, or my newest favorite, a blend of the two. We are a couple and I'm not letting you go."
She turned him around to face her and said, "Now tell me what other secrets are you keeping from me out of shame?"
Steve stared at the floor while Phyllis stood waiting patiently. "Alright, I'll tell you everything. I've been wearing your knickers to work and take them off as soon as I get home so you wouldn't know."
"For heaven's sake why?"
"It's a long story. As a man I always looked at underwear as a ubiquitous fact of life. That is until my tightie whities didn't fit anymore. They are loose in the waistband and too tight across the southern hemisphere. Looking in the mirror, I realized my back side had become more Ginger than Fred. I attributed it to the fact I haven't been working out and eating too much. So I started to watch my diet. I reasoned that losing a few pounds would slow or even reverse my posterior development. The only thing that got me was a continuous gnawing hunger. The other day on the bus, my tummy growled so loud the guy sitting next to asked if I was alright. I have lost 12 pounds but my trunk is still pulling up the rear. Nothing seems to work.
"How did this all start?"
"I arrived home before you one day and realized we are now about the same shape down there. So I did the trial and error thing with your stuff. After several attempts, I learned your collection of Boy Shorts fit me perfectly and still provided the support little Steve and the twins needed."
Phyllis's hand flew to her mouth in astonishment as she realized which panties he was talking about. "Oh my goodness, you mean you have been wearing my collection of lace brief panties, the ones from Victoria secret? I've wondered where they went.
Weren't you concerned about flashing your visible panty line?"
"I never thought about that. Do you think anyone noticed?"
Smiling broadly she said, "It would be remarkable if they hadn't. I hate to break the news to you, that style of panties are notorious for showing a VPL. That is why they are normally in the back of the panty drawer. Where have you been hiding them?"
"After you are asleep, I hand washed them and then hide them in my sock drawer. I'm sorry I didn't ask."
"I would have let you use them. In the future, you can use any of my things. All I ask is that you let me know. Why didn't you say anything?"
Steve blushed a deep red and responded with a high and squeaky voice. "Because I'm a freak caught between two realities."
The tears streamed down cheeks softening the effect of his flushed face.
"Are things really that bad for you?"
"That’s the terrifying thing. I am starting to enjoy this experience. As a man I know I shouldn’t; but I do. That makes me even more confused. I don't know what I am anymore. My God even when I dream it has been as Desiree."
Phyllis held his hands in a viselike grip and said, "Don't cry darling. I don't know what you are either; but I know who you are. Throughout my life, I have experimented with both guys and girls. Now when I look at you, I can check both boxes at the same time. I hope you're happy with the way things are because I sure am."
To make him feel better she pulled him toward the bed and wrapped her arms around his waist. In a loving tone she said, "I'll go out tomorrow and get you your own supply of pretty panties."
Steve smiled and said, "That would be lovely. Only dark colors please. I don't know about panty lines but from experience I know pink and white show through most of my outfits."
Phyllis' desire finally got the better of her and she wanted to be done with conversation. She moistened her lips and attached herself to his right breast. Flicking her tongue across the protruding sensitive nipple and around his areola which sent signals of pleasure to his brain. Steve let out a soft moan and he cradled her head pulling it tighter against his breast. Phyllis delighted at the response and began nursing in earnest. She dipped her fingers into her snatch capturing a large amount of her secretions. She thought that as long as she was there she would take a moment to pleasure herself while she continued to nurse her husband.
It took only a few minutes to reach her crescendo. After a mild orgasm, she used her wet lubricated hand to cradle her better half's manhood. She pumped him gently as she slurped the tiny droplets of milk oozing from his jugs. When she sucked harder his milk began to flow and Steve's legs turned to jelly, his stomach turned flip-flops. Butterflies arose in his tummy, his entire body began to tingle. He was turned on like never before in his life. Suddenly, he felt an electric jolt surge through his body followed by a series of pleasurable pulses, each better than its predecessor.
He swooned and began to sing an aria in a sweet falsetto. He remained standing only because Phyllis held him up.
Phyllis broke suction with his breast but continued to play with his pole and asked, "Do you know what just happened?"
"I've no idea. I never felt anything like that before."
Phyllis just smiled and said "I know what it was. Well done, you just had your first female orgasm."
"No way, why despite your best efforts down there I'm not even hard."
Phyllis was eyeball level with his protruding nipples and their dark areolas. She was mesmerized by their apparent stiffness so she reached up and pinched one testing for rigidity causing him to flinch. She answered, "Your little man may not be firm; but you can cut glass with these puppies.
"Let me prove to you what I said was the truth."
"Yeah, how are you going to do that?"
"Like this!" She pulled him down to where he was sitting on her lap. She attached her lips onto his left boob like an octopus and went to licking and sucking. With her off hand, she continued to toy with his other teat. Her combined efforts sent chills through him in places he had never felt before. The rush of pleasurable sensations was so intense it took his breath away. The slow sensual rhythm of her nursing quickly escalated as the euphoria built. He experienced a surge of physical delight unlike anything he had ever known. He never wanted her to stop so he hugged his wife with all his strength.
It took a little longer this time but it happened again. The outpourings of delights rapidly built one on another. The sensations started as a ground swell in his neither regions and just kept building, wave after wave. The feelings were so intense he was unable to keep them in, he cried out incomprehensibly as the ultimate rapture carried him beyond bearable limits.
When they finally stopped he tried to stand but his legs wouldn't support him, so, flushed and wobbly, he collapsed onto the bed, savoring the last of the magical moment.
Phyllis had a satisfied grin on her face as she sat beside her prostrate hubby and smugly said, "I told you so. Congratulations, it appears you have experienced your first multiple orgasm. You are now truly one of us!"
Steve looked adoringly at his wife and probed, "Does every woman have orgasms like that?"
"No! Only those with vibrators."
Steve sat on the edge of the bed and realized his inner Rambo was probably gone forever. Replaced by a fairy princess. All in all, not a bad trade.
Steve was ready for bed but Phyllis was too wound up to sleep. Her night was just beginning. For the first time ever, they maneuvered into the classic 69 position. Steve on the bottom and Phyllis on top of course. She suckled on his man meat until it was firm and ready to go. Steve did his thing, worshipping at her pubic patch. With his talented mouth she came first. To prove he wasn't just a one-trick pony he rolled her on to her back and spread her legs and climbed on board. For the first time in weeks, they made love using the standard missionary position. As he pumped in and out of her, Steve was overjoyed that since Desiree's coming out party Phyllis had stop insisting on him using protection. His rubbers remained safely in the bedside drawer. Steve was working his thing with a slow steady pace not trying to rush things. When Phyllis raised her head and latched onto a sensitive nipple, it was like a fighter pilot that had hit the afterburners. He went into overdrive with quick deep thrusts that had the bed rocking. They both came together in an earth shattering climax.
@ @ @ @
They fell onto the bed and cuddled against each other, Phyllis cupping a breast but not trying to tease him or arouse him. She could tell Steve's breasts were engorged so Phyllis again tried to convince her husband to use the breast pump.
She picked up the breast pump box and proudly announced, "Look at all the extras it has."
She read aloud from the product highlights section. "The kit features Personal Fit breast cups for massaging comfort. The convenient carrying bag contains everything needed by the nursing mother. This module guarantees to capture more milk in less time while pumping at the Maximum Comfort Vacuum level thus freeing mommy for other more important chores."
Her concluding remark was the death knell to his male pride, "From the size of your girlie melons it's obvious we will need to get extra bottles, I'm sure two will never be enough."
Phyllis was like a kid at her birthday party wanting to try out her newest toy. She insisted they give the pump a try, "Just to make sure it works", she said.
Steve resisted until he felt the pressure build to almost unbearable levels in his chest. He finally relented and Phyllis literally leapt into action. She assembled the kit. Pushed him onto his back and sat astride his hips. She centered the flanges over his nipples. Then pressed them gingerly against his breasts to make an air seal. Without getting off, she adjusted the pump suction and turned the machine to high. It took several minutes of rhythmic sucking but eventually the milk began flowing freely. Steve let out an audible gasp as the pressure diminished. Aside from feeling ridiculous, it proved to be the right solution for his hyper inflated boobs.
After about 20 minutes, both bottles were full and the flow of milk stopped. Phyllis rushed the milk off to the refrigerator. While his wife was taking care of his dairy products. He found the suction was not at all unpleasant. He managed to conceal it from his wife as embarrassingly enough he found himself aroused. Steve gathered his things and headed into the bathroom for a degree of privacy to relieve all of his pressure points and pump himself. With the aid of a little baby oil he relieved one problem, threw on his nightgown, washed his hands, and he returned to the bed ready for a long winters nap.
Morning came all too quickly. After last night's bedroom activities he was still felling frisky. Now that he had his wife's tacit permission he decided to try something new and decadently sexy. Going through Phyllis's drawers, he selected a black lace thong bikini panty. He had never worn a thong before but decided to try it on. To his amazement, it fit his slim waist and expanding hips perfectly. Even the strap up his intimate crack was different yet not uncomfortable.
He tucked his boy parts back out of the way. Next came its matching seamless lace bra. He had worn it occasionally unbeknown to his wife. Of all her bras this was his favorite because, in addition to its sexy appearance, it had breathable lace cups which proved beneficial in the Florida heat and humidity.
The racy lingerie made him feel womanly, an emotion he was coming to relish. He minced his way over to the full length mirror mounted behind the bedroom door. He faced front, turned right then left and appreciated the way his lingerie made his coconuts appear, the virgin white flesh showed provocatively threw the dark lace. Best yet, when he arched his back, the cups tried valiantly to retain the swellings of womanly flesh on his chest.
Phyllis walked into the room from the bathroom naked right from her morning shower and caught her husband admiring himself. She let out a wolf whistle. She was astonished to recognize he was wearing her brassiere and from her position it appeared too small for him. Then she rationalized it was because he was lactating, his size was probably temporary. To test her observation, she walked up behind him pulled on his bra strap and felt it was in fact taut so she snapped his bra strap and playfully inquired, "What's the occasion? Isn't that awful sexy for a day at the office?"
He turned to face her and came literally tit to tit. He took a small step back and said, "The other ladies at work invited Desiree to go to out for a drink after work so I decided to dress for the occasion. Is that alright?"
Phyllis closed the distance between them so her nipples lightly crazed his. "Only if I can join you. I have to protect my investment. There are too many beach bums out there looking to score. Take my car, I'll catch a cab and met you at the nightclub. I'll be your chaperone and the designated driver."
"Sure that sounds great. I'll text you the address. Say about 5:00, if we can get away we plan to leave work early."
"Now let me help you finish getting dressed. If you don't hurry you're going to be late. While you were in the bathroom playing with yourself I made the coffee. Your coffee mug is on the kitchen counter."
Phyllis went through their closet and selected an outfit to compliment his lingerie, a dark burgundy button up blouse and a black snug high-waist pencil skirt for her husband. She suggested panty hose while handing him his 3-inch open toe pumps to finish his outfit.
After pulling on his hose and adjusting them, Steve decided today that, rather than carry his weapon in his purse, he would use his thigh holster, a comfortable and functional alternative. He attached it and slid his pistol into place, closing its Velcro strap.
Felling mischievous he left the top two buttons of the blouse undone. For makeup he created a sultry effect with black eyeliner and white shimmery eyeshadow. Three minutes with a curling iron on his wig, and a quick coat of pink lipstick he was ready to go.
He put on his blinged-out watch and located his designer purse on the dresser. As a man, he had never realized the advantages a purse provided. He thought back to those times when he could only carry those items that would fit his pockets and wallet. Now as a woman he could carry everything he needed or might need and do so with style.
He opened the snap and sorted through the contents to make sure he had all his essentials. There on the bottom he found his an extra ammo clip, his Swiss Army knife, and his federal badge, office security card and the damn sanitary napkin and tampon Phyllis made sure he had at all times. Next level up were his iPhone, tablet, pen and paper notebook, wallet, change purse, nail file and clippers. He located his hair products: aerosol hair spray, comb, brush, bobby pins and hair ties. Check. The top level held his makeup repair kit, with its compact/mirror, moisturizer, extra lipsticks, and eyeshadow, mascara, and travel size perfume atomizer. Check. Then came his personal items: House keys, lighter, sunglasses and tissues, breath mints. Unbeknown to his wife, or so he thought, he also had a Cuban cigar and a pack of condoms hidden in a side pouch.
As he turned to leave, Phyllis yelled, "Don't forget this." She threw him a small tube. He caught it and read the label 'Astroglide.' He glared at his wife. "Really Phyl, the tube of vaginal lubricant the doctor gave you?"
She mischievously taunted, "She gave you, not me! I produce all the lubricant naturally that I need. You on the other hand must always be prepared for any contingency.
"By the way, I found your condoms in your purse, sweetie. That really pissed me off. I could only assume they are there for your protection, not for some nefarious carnal rendezvous with some tart. If you intend on using them make sure your pussy is well lubricated, until some guy gets you properly stretched out there is always the possibility of damaging something."
"Phyllis you know I'm not into guys."
"I have a friend in my nightstand that can prepare you. Whenever you feel the need to become a true woman."
Steve stomped his foot and said, "Knock it off. I don't find that funny."
"Mon Cherie, I doth think you protest too much." Phyllis smiled impishly.
All he could do was shake his head slowly with a long-suffering expression on his face. "Where are your car keys?"
"Hanging on the hook by the back door." There was the unspoken: 'Where they always are, silly.'
He picked up his coffee in its travel mug, grabbed the keys and walked through the breezeway to the garage. He unlocked the door put his coffee in the cup holder and threw his purse on the passenger seat and slithered gracefully into the driver's seat of Phyllis's silver MG sports car. The tight pencil skirt he was wearing today restricted some of his movement, but it actually helped him in this case. The car was something he had recently picked up during an impound lot auction. It was a thank-you present to his sexy paramour. Still steaming at his wife's small joke, he opened the garage door, slipped the car in gear and drove off into the bright Florida sunshine looking forward to his time at work.
Ten minutes into his commute his day continued to get worse as he was pulled over for speeding by the highway patrol. One hand casually resting on the butt of his service revolver, the patrolman moved immediately to the driver's side window. Not waiting to be asked, Steve handed him his driver's license, registration and proof of insurance. Smokey removed his reflective sunglasses but never looked at the documentation. Rather, being a stereotypical man, he blatantly glowered down Desiree's open blouse and ogled the cleavage on display. Once Steve realized what was happening he felt terribly violated and as casually as possible did up the two open buttons.
With the peep show over, the patrolman eventually examined the documentation. The registration and insurance were in Phyllis's name, when he got to the driver's license his jaw dropped. "Miss, there must be some mistake, I need your license not your husband's."
Steve frantically searched through his purse to locate his badge that had slipped its way under his sanitary napkin. He showed his badge as he replied, "Officer, that is my license, I'm on the job undercover in drag."
The cop snickered and took the ID's and went back to his car. He returned after about 15 minutes and handed Steve back his paperwork. "Agent Garibaldi, you check out. As a curtesy to a fellow lawman, I'll let you off this time, just watch the speeding in the future."
Then as he adjusted his Smoky the Bear hat, with emphasis on the first word he said, "SIR, what have we learned today?"
Steve unsure of what was expected he shrugged as an answer, so the cop laughed to himself flippantly and lectured, "In the future I, recommend you don't drag and drive."
@ @ @ @
As Steve walked in the front door of the building, his smartphone went off. He frantically rummaged through his purse to find the thing. After a successful mining operation, he brought it to the surface. He stepped into the elevator where he would have some privacy and read his text message. Suddenly his world turned to shit. Daisy was missing!
HLS knew for a fact Ivan had been double checking Jack's cover story. If there was a hole in it, Jack was a dead man. Ivan's past indicated he would personally see to it that Jack suffered terribly before being finished off. The thought sent shivers down his spine. Reaching his cubicle he sat at his desk. Luckily the anger and fear only served to focus his mind. He quickly put together a contingency plan to first find and then rescue as needed. His mantra was hope for the best; but plan for the worst. Therefore the plan was based on the worst case scenario, which had Ivan holding Daisy prisoner.
The first call went out to alert his contact at the Miami Hostage Rescue Team (HRT). Daisy's cover would be maintained until the rescue team needed to take action. The second was to the local law enforcement officers (LEOs) as they were called to put out a missing persons bulletin on Daisy. Then he drafted a classified message and called for a runner to take it to the message center. It was a warning order to Seal Team Eighteen, a local Reserve unit that was on standby for use in this mission.
In no time at all, he had an outline of a plan ready to go. However, he couldn't get over the feeling that he was forgetting something. Between trips to the copier and fax machine, he paced his cubicle like a caged tigress as deep frown lines creased his forehead. His spray on antiperspirant was failing miserably.
He tried to think what else he could do. He had been raised with the adage that in a crisis, if you're not doing something, you are probably screwing up. A fire burned in his belly and he so wanted to do something audacious.
He finished his second Red Bull of the morning and threw the can into his wastebasket where it landed with a thud. He fought valiantly against the impulse to light up a big fat cigar. It was a habit he had been trying to break, as his wife pointed out it was so unladylike to puff on them. He desperately searched for the Cuban Montecristo he kept hidden in a side compartment of his purse, just for emergencies. Today when he really needed it, he found in its place a pack of girly menthol lights Virginia Slims.
"Phyllis, damn her hide!" he muttered out loud. He continued to pace and realized if the morning continued as it had begun, he would be forced to smoke the damned things. To take his mind off the nasty habit, he reached for the cup of black coffee sitting on his desk. He took one sip of bitter drink and discovered it was now lukewarm. He started to buzz for one on the secretary's to fetch him a fresh cup. Then he felt ashamed of his thought. He would make do with what he had.
Fred waltzed in late for work his tie askew with his suitcoat over his arm. He threw the coat onto his desk and plopped in his chair and said, "Wuss happenin?
Steve turned toward his partner pressed his thumb and forefinger to the bridge of his nose and growled, "Well good afternoon. Nice of you to grace us with your presence!"
"Who put a bur up your saddle? What is it your time of the month?"
Glancing at his Timex watch he said, "For Pete sake it's only 8:34. I told you I had a dental exam."
Steve slammed his coffee cup down on his desk so hard it spilled the brown liquid across the desktop and dripped onto his seat. Steve swore, "We are having a code red emergency and you are worried about your pearly whites. Where are your priorities?"
"Partner get a grip. I'm not clairvoyant how was I to know we have an emergency?"
While his crossdressing partner searched for something to clean off his desktop, Fred mumbled under his breath 'Asshole!'
Seeing Fred's gym bag in the corner, Steve grabbed an old sweatshirt off the top. Despite his partner's belated objections, Steve wiped the coffee from his desk and chair and tested it with his hand. Satisfied it was dry, he sat on the corner as daintily as he could muster. Fred, watched with detached indifference. Steve threw the nasty, smelly thing at his partner.
Fred looked at him with a frown. "So what is this so called emergency that has you so worked up?"
"We lost Daisy!"
Fred sat bolt upright. "What the hell do you mean lost?"
"As in can't find, have no idea where she's at."
Fred jokingly replied "Have you tried the ladies room?"
Exasperated that Fred failed to grasp the gravity of the situation, Steve quietly seethed and resisted the urge to bitch slap his partner into next Tuesday.
Getting his emotions under control he went on. "This is serious Fred. Linda called the duty officer and reported she sent Daisy off to work at 7:30 like usual. She said that at 8 a concerned Phil called when Daisy never showed up for work. I had the LEOs put out an APB for both Daisy and Jack Sokolov. As we speak, Miami's finest is looking for Daisy. So far nothing and, with a figure like her's, it's hard to imagine not being noticed. She has vanished off the face of the earth."
Fred spoke up, "You realize if we lose him, this entire operation goes down the shitter?"
"Asshole, I'm no longer concerned about that. We, you and I, are responsible for getting her into this situation. If something happens to Daisy I will never forgive myself."
"Cool it man. She probably came across a dress sale and dropped in to check it out."
Fred was starting to get dizzy with the switching back and forth from he, she, him, and her. He tried to focus and move on.
"Damn it Fred, if something bad happens to Daisy. You're going to be the one to make the notification to his wife."
"Don't tell me, you're afraid of 110 pounds of fluff."
"Fluff my ass! She is more like a pit viper with foot long fangs. There's no way I'm getting in the same room with that wildcat. So the ball's in your court."
"Alright, nuff said. There ain't a woman alive I'm afraid of. I'll take care of that if it comes to it. What's she going to do to me?"
Steve adjusted a bra strap and chuckled to himself, 'We'll see about that.'
Steve picked up a large pile of folders from his inbox and walked to Fred's desk. He stood in his heels towering over his partner. He pushed Fred's coat on the floor and dumped the files in its place. "I will be gone most of the morning. After I get final approve on the rescue operation I will need to make final coordination with the Seals and Miami SWAT. Do something useful and go through these counter-intel reports to see if you can find our mole. If that son of a bitch is the cause of Daisy's demise, he or she will wish they had never been born. After I kick their ass I'll have them in chains and on the way to Gitmo before the sun sets."
Fred immediately buried his head in the pile of reports, and started to take notes on his tablet.
Steve retrieved his purse from its resting place beside his desk. Straightening his skirt, he flicked a piece of lint off his sleeve and headed out of the cubicle. With a flourish he announced, "I have to go get Bob's final okay before we storm Ivan's boat."
Fred's head shot up from examining the files and he challenged his partner, "Hold on Steve, Ivan is no amateur. Surely he has procedures in place to destroy all evidence in case of a police raid. Besides we can't proceed without a court order and a search warrant."
"Fred, if Daisy doesn't show up and we have even a hint she is being held on that boat. I'll be damned if I am going to concern myself with niceties like a search warrant. Besides it easier to seek forgiveness than beg for permission. We'll storm that place like Santa Ana taking the Alamo."
Fred worried at that analogy. If he remembered correctly, General Santa Anna said the battle would involve no quarter, meaning he would take no prisoners. He hoped that wasn't Steve's intentions.
Fred replied "That would cost you your job and your pension."
Steve sneered at that remark and said "So what's your point. Jack is worth way more than a lousy pension."
@ @ @ @
Steve stood at Hampton's door and knocked lightly. He didn't get and answer so he knocked again a little firmer this time, careful not to break a nail. He heard a strange noise he couldn't identify coming from inside the office, so he carefully pushed the door open to keep the hinges from squeaking.
He cautiously peeked his head around the corner to clandestinely observe what was creating the sound. A lock of hair blocked his vision so he hooked it behind his ear and looked again. Steve was stunned at what he saw. Papers littered the floor, a trash can was overturned, spilling candy wrappers on the carpet. Commandant Bob sat at his desk slumped over in his chair. He was repeatedly thumping his head against the table top.
Concerned, Steve walked in and took his customary position three paces in front of Bob's desk. He asked, "Boss are you alright, what's going on?"
Bob sat up and leaned back in his chair, showing small welts on his forehead and red bloodshot eyes. His white dress shirt had the buttons misaligned, like he had hurriedly gotten dressed. The bigger issue was what could be seen through the shirt. A dark hue showed in a circular pattern where his shirt was pushed out from his chest. He motioned for Steve to take a seat. Desiree sat on the stuffed chair across from his boss as demurely as he could crossed his legs at the ankles and listened.
"You ask what is wrong. Tell me what you see."
"I'm not sure how to answer that Mr. Hampton."
Bob started sobbing and rubbing his eyes with his hands. Steve opened his purse and handed Bob several tissues. He took them, wiped his eyes and blew his nose before callously discarding them onto the floor. Then said, "Thanks that has been happening with regularity recently. I can't figure out what is wrong with me. My emotions have been all over the place.
"Look more closely. Can't you tell that I'm wearing a bra?"
"Why would you do that?"
"I need to talk to someone. Since you are my resident crossdresser you are the best candidate, so here goes. My personal assistant Naomi came in first thing this morning with a sob story. It seems on her way home from work yesterday she stopped by the lingerie shop across from the federal court house. Evidently they have a bargain table with underwear just thrown in a pile grab-bag style. She claims she picked up a handful of bras and panties. It wasn't until she got home she discovered among them was a satin black training bra. You are aware she is a well-endowed large boned African American woman and could never squeeze into an A cup bra."
Confused, Steve wondered how that involved his boss. He maintained his silence and hoped that things would make sense.
Pulling up a bra strap that had slide down his arm Bob went on. "Anyway she came in this morning and presented it to me as a present, since she can't return underwear bought on sale."
"I accused her of being crazy. In her defense, she pointed out that everyone in the building has noticed I was constantly fiddling with my upper body. According to her, my man boobs had recently become rather pronounced and a subject of much speculation around the water cooler. She told me a bra would be a viable solution. I told her to get back to work. She dropped the bra into my in box and stomped out.
"It sat there for the longest time. As I worked my nipples were being rubbed raw by the starch in my shirt. So I thought what the hell and tried the damn thing on."
Steve looked questionably at his boss and waited for more.
Bob sniffled and wiped his nose with the back of his hand. "The damnedest thing happened, it felt exquisite. For the first time in weeks, I'm comfortable. When I walk I no longer jiggle. I made a command decision to keep it on. Then I looked at my reflection in the window. It was devastating. I may be asking the wrong person. But how can a real man wear a bra? No matter how good it feels. It's just not normal."
Steve rankled at the backhand insult. Still he needed Hampton's approval for his plans, so he swallowed his bitterness and scooted his ass to the edge of his chair to get closer to his emotionally distraught supervisor. "Boss, I wouldn't be too concerned with normal. It's all a matter of perspective. After all, what's normal for the spider is catastrophic for the fly."
Bob smiled at the joke. Steve slid back in the chair and had a long and intimate tête-à-tête with Bob. He felt the need to treat Bob like a friend and not his superior. Once that bridge was crossed a strange thing happened he found himself listening to Bob to discover how he was feeling rather than trying to solve his problem. He found himself wanting to share, a trait he had developed from his frequent chitchats with the girls in the office. So he told him about the drug reaction that produced his boobs. He went on to discuss his experiences with his first bra and how humiliated he was on his initial outing wearing it. Steve reached across the desk and took Bob's hands in his and confessed he once felt the same as him. However, over time, he had come to love the way his feminine undergarments felt. Sitting back in his chair, Steve told his boss, "Think of wearing a bra like a perpetual hug."
Bob took a minute to digest what he had been told and asked, "Do you think what is happening to me is an allergic reaction?"
Steve smiled inwardly when he realized what the ladies were doing to Bob had produced a changed man. So to soften the blow, he agreed that Bob's condition was probably a temporary reaction. And would eventually go away.
Bob had another brief snivel and lamented that his wife would blow a gasket when she saw him with tits and a bra.
Steve reassured him by telling a small white lie, "Don't jump to conclusions. My wife has been totally supportive once she got over the initial shock. In fact, I think she likes the idea of us having that in common."
Taking a chance, he said, "Of course you can expect her to be initially upset. Once she calms down have her call my wife. That might help."
Bob thought that was a dandy idea and got back to the issue of why Steve was there. It took some negotiating; but Desiree left with a blessing on the hostage rescue mission. The one caveat was that they would only go forward when there was some evidence Daisy was actually on the boat. Leaving behind a still distraught boss, Steve did the unthinkable and he walked around the desk to give Bob a big hug and a quick kiss on the cheek. The hug was enthusiastically returned, not so the kiss.
Steve stopped by the powder room on the way back to his cubicle for a quick repair job on his lips. Kissing Bob goodbye on the cheek probably wasn't professional but it just seemed like the right thing to do.
@ @ @ @
He found an animated cubemate. As he walked in Fred asked. "How'd it go with Mr. Hampton?"
Steve gave him a thumbs up. Fred threw a file on Steve's desk gloating, "I've found our rat."
Pushing the pile of reports off his desk into the trash can, he smirked and said, "Those reports are worthless. Lucky for us I decided to check the security videos of our parking lot. I saw that one of our night janitors has recently begun driving a new Mercedes. I checked all his financials, and found no possible explanation for his newfound wealth. So I reviewed all our security tapes and monitored his movements and found that when he went to empty the trash, he threw the bags into his car rather than the dumpster. My assumption is he has been going through our trash and picking up bits and pieces of information. There is no record of him contacting Ivan. I have security on their way to his house right now. I'm sure once we get our hands on his cellphone and computer we'll find the proof we need."
"That's great work Fredericka!"
"Now hold on a minute! I hope you aren't saying what I think you are."
"Afraid so girlfriend. I have to go over to the joint operations command center and brief the team on the rescue mission unless Daisy has turned up."
Fred dashed his hopes as he shook his head and said, "Fraid not. She's still a ghost."
"That only leaves us with one stone unturned. We're monitoring Daisy's phone. The communication section tells me it's turned off so that's a dead end. We've checked with all the local hospitals and even the morgue. I dispatched agents to his and Rose's home, and to his old place of work. We also have eyes on the ship, but no joy there either. That only leaves the club. We have to know what's happened to Daisy. Someone must go to the Pussycat Club and snoop around for information. You've been there before so you're familiar with the general layout. That makes you the best option."
"Okay, I understand that; but why must I go in drag? Those damn stilettos are a killer on my toes."
"Ivan's security is on high alert so anyone entering the club will be subjected to his facial recognition program. To defeat that you need to be as unmanly as possible. I ordered a Veronica Lake wig for you. If you're lucky the long hair and heavy bangs will distort the computer software."
Fred fell to his knees and grabbed his partner's manicured hand and pleaded, "What if I'm not lucky. Please anything but that."
"Resistance is futile Fredericka, get off your knees. Sorry old friend they are waiting for you in wardrobe right now. By the way in addition to the wig, to assist in your disguise I ordered a corset, 5-inch heels and a set of DD's for you. Keep me informed about what you find out."
@ @ @ @
Steve adjusted his skirt, placed all his papers in his briefcase. He gathered the briefcase and his purse before heading out of his cube. Plucking his ID badge off his blouse, he tossed it into his cute clutch purse. He waved goodbye to the girls and took the elevator to the garage where a car and driver were waiting to run him to the command center that had been set up in an abandoned warehouse near the docks.
During the drive he was uneasy about having to appear in front of that crowd in a dress and high heels. He wished he had time to run home and change into a pair of slacks. But it just wasn't meant to be. At the gate to the warehouse, he presented his credentials to a guard dressed as a rent-a-cop. The sentry searched his purse and briefcase and then he was shown to a glassed-in room at the end of the warehouse. Steve could see a haze of blue cigarette smoke hanging head high in the room.
As he walked into a room crowed with Seals, SWAT teams, and burly cops he could feel the testosterone level which was so thick you could cut it was a knife. The machismo was almost suffocating and here he stood in a skirt, heels and makeup carrying a girlie purse.
He was introduced by a young ensign wearing a SEAL Trident. "Guys, here is our HLS contact, Ms. Garibaldi to brief us on today's operation. Let's show her all the respect befitting her billet."
As Steve moved to the lectern there was a stir in the room, a shuffling of feet as those present straightened up in their chairs. He saw skepticism and curiosity in some faces, and contempt in others. As he laid out a stack of papers, he could feel the anticipation leap through the room like a flame. Steve was perspiring profusely, the room's ventilation was not designed to handle 40 plus bodies and was stifling. It did not help that he looked like a woman. He regretted the decision to wear pantyhose instead of stockings as his nuts were swimming in his sweat.
He handed out photographs of Daisy, Ivan and all his key lieutenants, emphasizing that he needed Ivan taken alive. Then Steve wandered through the crowd distributing overhead satellite imagery of the marina, with red X's showing the known sentry locations. As he passed among the warriors he received more than one pinch on his back side. Lastly, he distributed schematics of the ship's interior gotten from the builder of the yacht.
Returning to the front, he bent over to retrieve a tissue from his purse to dab his brow, which allowed his blouse to fall away exposing his lacy brassiere. Looking up he noticed the front row staring down his top at his décolletage. Self-consciously, he stood and pointed to his eyes and commented to the guys in the front, "Up here guys." He pushed a stray strand of hair back and patted it in place. The wig was hot and itchy, for the first time he wished his hair was long enough where he could retire the wig.
These guys were all adrenaline junkies who lived for action. Using his command voice to be heard over the room's din, he spoke up to ask for quiet. He was betrayed by his deep tone. Someone in the rear shouted out, "What the fuck she's a he! I'm not taking orders from any queer."
Pandemonium broke out, the gathering divided into three camps, those that agreed agent Garibaldi was a drag queen, those that insisted that no way she was a man, and the third and largest contingent was undecided.
Steve needed to get their attention he took a moment to compose himself then he picked up the microphone and he reverted to his soft feminine voice, obviously too late, as he asked for quiet promising to answer all their concerns.
He was suddenly pensive and unsure of himself. He stood ramrod straight and addressed his audience, "Gentleman, a dress is just a piece of cloth and not a determinant of competence. Yes I am a man. It's true I stand before you today masquerading as a woman. The why is not important! If you can't accept that then we probably don't need you. Anyone is free to leave; but do so now before I reveal the actual plan. I will point out I have a degree in Criminal Justice. I also have over 19 years of law enforcement experience. I joined Home Land Security right after 9-11. I have been the lead agent on bringing down Comrade Vladimir. Ivan is an ex KGB agent so he is no novice at the spy business."
At that point, a grizzled old navy Captain strode to the front of the room, "Listen up you egg heads, stop using testosterone to think with and try using your brain cells. This agent ain't leading nuttin! He is merely the person who put this plan together. He'll monitor the operation from the command center and act as an advisor once we get the go ahead. Miami SWAT will be the lead for the actual assault and take out the sentries. They will be backed up by Miami PD, which will secure any prisoners and collect anything of intelligence value.
"Unfortunately, as you guys know, the law specifically prohibits the military from participating in law enforcement actions within the US. Therefore the SEALs will only act in a support role. We will secure the seaward approaches around the yacht to ensure there is no outside interference."
Steve thanked the Captain and proceeded to give a quick intelligence update. He started by saying that long range surveillance had two separate sightings of Ivan wandering above decks within the last few hours. He also mentioned that three panel vans had stopped by apparently making food and booze deliveries to the ship during the morning.
A local cop asked, "Are you sure that was all they were delivering?"
Steve checked his notes, "Our vantage point only provides limited observation. So to answer your question no we don't know. I can only say we've checked out the companies, they are legit."
He gave each of the separate organizations their mission statements. Another question from the side was asked by a stern looking police officer. "What do we know about his security detail?"
"We don't have a lot of intelligence on that issue. The bad news is that the one's we have identified are Spetsnaz, ex-Russian Special Forces. Therefore they are well trained and equipped, to include night vision devices. The good news is they are only hired help. We don't anticipate any fanatical resistance. Ivan is not a charismatic leader. He controls by fear and intimidation. It is unlikely they will put up a stiff resistance when faced with overwhelming force. So the key is to resurrect the shock and awe campaign, to hit them hard and fast before they have a chance to react."
"That said, the Captain here will cover your rules of engagement after I have finished my presentation."
After answering several other questions he reminded them, "This is first and foremost a hostage rescue. The detainee is not a trained agent and his reactions could be unpredictable. So if deadly force must be used, make sure of your targets."
He released the groups to plan their part of the combined operation. The Navy Captain announced that each sub-element only had three hours before they were required to give a briefing back on their part. There was a mad rush to get out of the room, they had been trapped there for over two hours. The guys were backed up nuts to butts waiting to get to the head.
Satisfied everything was in good hands, Steve was ready to return to his office. He waited for the room to clear, picked up his purse and walked out of the room into lovely fresh air. He was escorted back to his car by a shy young policeman who opened the door and offered Steve his hand as he assisted him into the back seat. Steve thanked him with a smile and a wink.
@ @ @ @
As they pulled into traffic, Steve's phone rang, he glanced at caller ID and saw it was from Fred. His heart raced fearing the worst.
"Yeah, Fred what's the news?"
"I'm on my break and only have a few minute. So let's make this quick."
"On break what the hell are you talking about?"
"When I arrived, they were just opening up for business. There was no way I could blend in being the only customer. So I told the receptionist I was looking for a job. I was led to the manager, who said I was in luck. They were two servers short. Daisy and one called Donna are AWOL. I was hired on a trial bases, making minimum wage plus tips. So since 11:30, I have been working my pantie clad ass off."
"I've checked every nook and cranny in this dump. From the store room, bath rooms, locker rooms, even the recreational rooms that you are familiar with. No sign of either girl. No one appears to have any idea where they are at. Everyone is very concerned. From what I have ascertained those two are the most popular girls working here."
"Oh, by the way a girl named Trixie recognized me and said to say hello to Steff."
Steve snickered and told his partner, "Okay, come on back to the office."
"I can't. I have four more hours before my shift is over. If I leave early I'll forfeit all my tips. I've worked too hard to do that. Besides there is this really nice guy in my section who is a big spender. If I play my cards right I think I'm in line for a huge payday."
"Alright you asshole be careful and don't get complacent. Stay there and keep your eyes and ears open and watch your back."
Steve was caught in a quandary. Daisy was unaccounted for. He had his Dobermans straining on their leases waiting to attack. He was out of ideas. He undid the top buttons on his blouse and relaxed in the cool of the air-conditioned car waiting for inspiration.
The car pulled up at the front doors of his office building. He hurried though security and rushed to his office. As he stepped out of the elevator, he was met by Gladys, a recent hire. She handed him a message that had just come in. He got his hopes up only to read that Jack's house and old place of employed had been cleared. Daisy wasn't there.
He went back to his empty cubicle to wait and wait. The afternoon dragged by. He about wore a path in the carpet making bathroom breaks to empty his nervous bladder. The urge to step out for a quick smoke was almost overwhelming. He fought off the urge afraid he would miss a phone call. Despite all his worrying and planning the feeling he had forgotten something haunted him. But for the life of him couldn't figure out what it was.
Then around 4 o'clock his phone rang. Glancing at the caller ID Steve let out a sigh. It was Fred again.
"Steve we just heard from Daisy. She's been at Miami General Hospital all this time."
"What we checked there twice!"
"It turns out she wasn't a patient just visiting a sick friend. She is well and on her way back here to the club as soon as she can catch a cab."
"Hold her there I'm on my way. We need to have a long talk."
Steve literally skipped out of the office, telling the girls he would be at the Pink Pussy Cat club.
Going through security he noticed the guard had his eyes locked on Desiree's jiggle. He reached up and undid a third button on his blouse. Assured he had the guard's undivided attention he gave the guard a wink and blew him a kiss. Poor old George about had an eruption in his shorts.
@ @ @ @
Desiree drove his sports car to the club, at one stoplight a man in the next car waved at him. He had to circle the block twice to find a parking spot. During the short walk to the club, he had two guys flirt with him. Desiree suspected sadly that these were all signs of things to come.
When Rose and later Phyllis, pushed him out en femme, he had felt more like Ricard Simmons in a dress than a true woman. Now things were changing deep down inside. He had never felt so radiant or so femininely self-confident. Why now a new shade of lipstick seemed to flood his brain with Dopamine's and a new pair of shoes was almost orgasmic.
He sauntered into the club like he owned the place, his skirt swirled about his legs as he picked his way past the tables. He settled on a two person table off to the side where he could keep an eye on the entire floor. Steve sat as ladylike as he could and leaned over to put his purse on the floor when a pair of shiny black impossibly high heels glided in to view. Steve looked up and said, "Fredericka, how's it hanging?"
Fred reflexively reached down and tugged up his pantyhose. "Damn your eyes Steve. I tucked like wardrobe suggested so my guys are not hanging at all, in fact they are squished and killing me. I just can't get comfortable down there. Can I sit? We need to talk."
Steve despite himself stood and pulled out a chair for his feminized partner. Fred sat rather gingerly and adjusted his skirt.
Steve scanned the room for any sign of a potential threat but he detected nothing threatening. So he questioned. "Any word on Daisy?"
"No not yet. He had to take a taxi, being afternoon rush hour there is no telling how long it took to catch one.
"Let me tell you about my day. I was given a cubbyhole to keep my stuff in and then shown what tables I was responsible for. A number of the hostesses offered to show me the tricks of the trade. During my orientation, I was reminded the size of my tips were proportion to how cooperative I was with my clients. At first, I thought they were shining me on. I now think I was being over sensitive because they have all welcomed me as one of them."
Fred adjusted his breast forms that had slipped to the left and went on, "My disguise isn't as good as I thought. My first few customers were rude and condescending. I mentioned it to Georgette. She looked me over and thought I was feminine enough but suggested I try some perfume. I told her I didn't bring any. She led me back to the dressing room and went to Daisy's cabinet. She handed me a spare bottle Daisy keeps in her locker."
Steve thought, 'Oh no, not her pheromone spiked perfume! That could get old Freddy boy into deep kimchi.'
Fred went on with his story. "I put some on my wrists and a double dab between my double D's and went back out to my section. My lord it was like a magic elixir. My male clients were suddenly falling all over themselves being nice. Now I visit the locker room during every break to reapply the stuff. It's funny that the more I use the nicer the gentlemen are to me."
"Nicer how?" asked Steve out of curiosity.
Fred reached into his bra and pulled out a business card and laid it on the table. "One man. Wearing what looked like a $1,000 suit offered me a job as his personal assistant and travel companion. He said the base pay wasn't much but I would make up for it with lots of overtime. He also promised that I would enjoy his large compensation package."
Steve bit his tongue to control his laughter. "What did you tell him?"
"I told him I would consider his offer. I'm no dummy, I asked around to the girls about him. It seems he's a regular. He prefers all his woman with something extra. I was told he is an investment banker and very rich."
Giggling Fred went on, "And, according to Sally, his pants contain more than a fat wallet."
With a knowing smile on his face, Steve realized exactly what Fred was implying. "Fred you can't seriously be considering that offer."
Fred fluffed his wig, then checked to make sure his clip-on earring was still there and answered, "I know this isn't real; but I have to look out for number one. If this Daisy thing goes bad. I could be without I job. It won't be my first choice. I'm just keeping my options open."
"Well option me a scotch on the rocks. I'm thirsty. No Wait! I've changed my mind, make that a white wine. It's more ladylike."
Fred stood and gave Steve a small curtsy and said, "Oh yessa massa I be a good girl."
Fred returned with the drink, placed it in front of Steve stood back and said, "That'll be $3.99"
"You have to be shitting me. You're going to charge me?"
"Yes ma'am. You either pay it or it comes out of my paycheck. That ain't happening. Now pony up."
Fred stood there until Steve had found four one dollar bills in his purse. He handed the bills to Fred and said sarcastically, "Keep the change."
About that time there was a commotion in the rear of the club. All eye's turned toward the jubilant celebration. Steve could just make out the figure of Daisy in the middle of it all. He ordered Fred to go tell her to report to him immediately.
By the time Daisy arrived at his table, he had finished his wine and was ready for another.
Daisy said politely, "I was told you wanted to see me. What can I do for you?"
"First get me a refill on my wine than sit down we need to have a talk."
"Certainly, is this cash or are you running a tab?"
"Just get the damn wine. You'll get your money."
As he left Steve checked his wallet and realized he would have to use his Steve's credit card as he was out of cash. He briefly wondered what it would take to get a credit card in Desiree's name. Pushing that aside he next made a mental note to ask for receipts so he could put the drinks on his expense account.
Daisy returned and set the long stem glass in front of the pushy person in a smock. He looked closer and wondered if it was a guy or just a butch female because they got both kinds in here. She wasn't sure which category this individual fell into.
In a distinctly masculine voice, Steve said, "SIT!"
Daisy's respiration accelerated. Had his cover been blown?
"I'm sorry I can't do that I'm working."
"Listen Miss Daisy that wasn't a request it was an order. Don't you know who I am?"
Daisy shook her head. "Sorry, I haven't a clue."
"Daisy I can't decide if I want to strangle you or kiss you. You had me scared to death."
Now Jack was really confused.
The dude in a dress gestured toward a waitress that Daisy didn't recognize. Looking closely she was vaguely familiar and more resembled a fashion model than a man in a miniskirt.
Steve said, "Fred over there and I have been looking all over for you."
The name Fred triggered something. A veil lifted and Jack remembered back to that horrific day when two government agents paid him a visit. Daisy looked at Steve and said, "No way you're that Steve!"
A smug Steve simply replied, "Way!"
Looking at his cleavage Daisy stuttered, "Bu…but you've got boo...boobs. They look so real, are they?"
Steve squirmed in his seat and replied, "Yes very real and all home grown. It's a long story. But we're not here to talk about me.
"Where in the hell were you this morning? Everyone was looking for you. I even planned a hostage rescue mission figuring Ivan might have snatched you up."
"Ivan? Why would he do that?
"Oh, I don't know. Because he is a sadistic murderer. Now I'll ask again. Where were you and why?"
"I was at the hospital. Donna, a friend and one of my fellow waitresses, went in for elective surgery. He got a feminizing brow lift and tracheal shave. He wanted to surprise his wife so he listed me as his emergency contact. The poor guy had a reaction to the anesthesia and his airway partially swelled shut. The hospital called me when I was on my way to work. I rushed right there and have been sitting with him all day."
"Why didn't you call anyone?"
"With my best friend's life at risk, it didn't seem important. Besides, there are signs all over the emergency room saying to turn off your cell phone."
"Don't you realize you put this entire operation in jeopardy? I was about to break procedure and raid Ivan's yacht to rescue you. If you weren't there it would have exposed you as an agent."
"I'm sorry for not calling in. But my friend needed me. He could have died."
Steve scoffed at the idea and said "Your friend's life is just collateral damage. We must keep the big picture in mind."
Even Steve, the government agent, realized that his words rung a little hollow.
Daisy pursed his lips in frustration and said, "I know I'm the central figure in this ruse. I have become disenchanted with the whole thing, patriotism only carries you so far. I can't count the times I was ready to call it quits. Without question, I've sacrificed more than anyone. When I think about what I have given up, it just didn't compare to my friend's well-being. I was prepared to forego all that because he needed me. That was my place of duty today. I think you have the wrong impression of Ivan. He may be a little gruff; but he is really a lovable guy."
Steve almost came up out of his chair, Ivan had been called a lot of things, but never loveable. "Daisy, open your eyes Ivan is the master of duplicity."
Daisy got red in the face and gave Steve a withering look. She bit off each word as if it had a caustic taste and said, "You don't know what you're talking about. Ivan is just a businessman. Once I get the data from his computer it will prove it."
Trying to make peace Steve said, "Daisy, just make sure your Prince Charming doesn't turn into a Frog."
"Let me worry about that. You do your James Bond thing. I'll take care of my personal life."
Steve realized he was on thin ice. His agent obviously had a strong man crush on Ivan or he was seeing Stockholm syndrome beginning to take hold of Daisy. So rather than attack Ivan's character he decided to change tacks.
"In all seriousness, we need to step back and look at this objectively. A person's true character is defined by his actions rather than his words. Let's look at the things we know Ivan has done recently. Tortured and murdered an undercover agent. Butchered his own men for perceived misconduct."
Daisy shook her head, obviously discarding Steve's statements. "Alright, let's agree to disagree about Ivan's character. I want to get this over with so I can prove he isn't the monster you think he is. I refuse to betray him just because you think he has done something wrong. What ever happened to presumed innocence?"
Steve took a sip of wine. He placed the long-stemmed glass off to the side, and drummed his longish nails on the table top. "But dagnabbit this is a matter of national security, we're dealing with terrorism. We are not in a court of law."
Daisy ran a thought through her brain and was unhappy at the conclusion. "Steve, if you believe Ivan is a terrorist, does that mean you want to send him to Gitmo, or does he get his day in court?"
This was not Steve's arena of responsibility and he did not want to discuss what might happen to Ivan. "That depends more on him than me."
"You must give me your word he'll be taken alive and unhurt, given a lawyer and a chance to defend himself in a courtroom and not made to disappear into a cage in Cuba. If you are so convinced he's guilty, arrest him now. You don't need those damned computer files."
Steve looked across the table in wide eyed astonishment and said, "Just what would we charge him with?"
"I'm not a lawyer; but how about kidnapping me, unlawful imprisonment, performing surgery on me without my permission and illegally injecting me with drugs."
"You're right Daisy, you are not a lawyer. There is no proof he kidnapped you. His lawyer will argue you willingly entered his boat. When the yacht returned from the Mexican cruise, he let you leave. As to the surgery, he will just say it was you that asked for the feminization surgery."
"But that isn't true."
Steve realized a number of those accusations could be brought against him. "Daisy, remember we are talking about our legal system. What we know as being true and what we can prove are entirely different. I'm afraid we may have done too good of a job convincing your associates that you are a transsexual. Ivan could march in at least a dozen people who would swear you outed yourself as a crossdresser. It is my opinion that they honestly think you are what you appear to be. Even when this is over, I don't know how you will convince them you are a man."
"Why you will tell them, I was acting on your orders."
"I'm sorry but that will never happen. This is a classified operation. Under penalty of law, no one can ever talk about it. That includes even you."
Daisy let out a monosyllabic growl. Anger flared in his belly. Directed not at Ivan but surprisingly at his own government. "Why didn't you tell me that when you recruited me?"
"Would you have agreed, if I had?"
"Of course not!"
"Well there's your answer."
That answer prompted Daisy to do something he never envisioned, he would do. He let fly a round house slap that struck Desiree across the cheek so hard he saw stars. Steve did something he never expected too. He held his cheek and started to cry. Needless to say their conduct attracted a lot of attention. Phil came running over and stopped before their table, "Ladies, do we have a problem here?"
Both answered together, "No everything is fine."
Once alone, Steve apologized for his actions, as did Daisy.
Steve asked, "Where do you want to go from here?"
Daisy lifted her chin and had a resolute expression on her face. "I intend to go on my dinner date and spend a lovely evening with my friend. If I get the chance to tap into his hard drive I'll take it. But it will be on my terms."
"Can't you understand you are in great danger? Ivan is on high alert? Let me review the situation. We recently found out that he had a mole working in our office. We don't know exactly what information he passed along to your terrorist friend. Email Intercepts and bank records recently uncovered show some hajji has been funneling a boat load of money to Ivan. I can only guess that has something to do with your involvement with Comrade Vladimir. From his reputation, he will do anything to keep that pipeline open. We just got word that he sent investigators to Ohio State, the school we dummied your degree from. They have been to the registrar's office and are looking for students that would have been there during your time there. People in your office have been questioned again. There have been a number of checks on your credit record. That amount of scrutiny cannot be good for your health. We can't protect you if are off playing nursemaid. We are on the verge of cracking this case. It's imperative we finish this thing today before he breaks your cover story."
Daisy's thought back to all the terrible things she had heard about Ivan and drifted off into a complete daze. Her fingers began to tremble. Steve recognized a loss of fine motor skills that was a manifestation of terror.
He tried to reassure his agent. He reached out and touched his hands. An action that evoked a wince. "Daisy you'll be fine. Just stick to the plan. I think it is poetic justice we are using those gigantic tits as a way to bring him down. Linda has the chemicals and other paraphernalia you'll need. Just so you know, I'll keep the rescue operation on standby. You won't be in any additional danger."
The one thing Daisy insisted upon was that no one would intercede and enter the boat until they get a signal from Daisy. Daisy stood her ground and made it plain that, without Steve's word, there would be no Operation Daisy. Desiree brought his manicured hands to the side of his head and rubbed his temples as he knitted his thin brows. It was a mistake and he knew it, but he agreed to Daisy's demands. Steve held out his hands palms up in surrender and agreed to Daisy's ultimatum.
They joined hands and leaned in close over the table so on one would overhear. They quickly became lost in deep discussion on the best was for Daisy to retrieve the information off Ivan's hard drive and most importantly how to get away without getting caught.
It was while they were talking that Phyllis walked into the club, checking her phone one more time for the anticipated text from her husband. She had bought a new dress and spent hours at the hair dresser in anticipation of a night out with Steve and his girlfriends.
Not having heard anything, she called his office. The secretary who answered the phone told her where to find Desiree. She took a quick look around the place and saw her husband holding hands with a blonde floozy. She marched straight there, knocking aside any hapless chairs that were unfortunate enough to get in her path.
Fury was in her heart and she promised herself that, if he was cheating on her, this would be the very last time. She had her cuticle scissors in her purse that would be good enough to make him a eunuch on the spot. Her spiked heels resonated loudly off the titled floor. She stopped directly behind Desiree. He sensed her presence and tried to stand. Phyllis put a hand on each shoulder and forcefully push him back into his chair.
Steve looked over his shoulder and asked, "Honey, what are you doing here?"
She kept he hands on his shoulders and dug her fingernails into his shoulders and spoke in a menacing tone, "Dear who is this busty blonde bimbo you are with?"
Daisy looked up with fear and looked for a way to escape and started to stand. Phyllis glared at her and said, "Sit down Sister! I'm not through with you."
She continued to dig her newly elongated nails into Desiree's shoulders. "Dear did we forget something? Or is your phone broken. I have been waiting all day for your text."
"Oh shit, that's what I was forgetting. Sorry, I have been under a lot of pressure today, things got crazy at work."
Phyllis took a look around and saw a group of scantily clad waitresses scurrying away from the domestic dispute like a bunch of cockroaches. "I can see that, so instead of spending time with your wife you decided an adulterous affair with this tramp would relieve those built up pressures."
"No dear, it's not like that." His tone of voice was calm, not like a man who had just been caught cheating on his wife.
She released the death grip on his right shoulder and instead moved her hand to his ear. She dug her nail into the earlobe and pinched. "Silly me. When a man makes a date with me. I expect him to call, not find him having a drink in a sleazy bar with a hooker."
"No you have it all wrong. Please let me explain!" Steve was working hard to maintain his composure in the light of Phyllis' nails digging into his ear.
At this stage, Phyllis was trying her best to unscrew her husband's ear. "Alright you have two minutes and it better be good."
"Phyllis this is work related. Let me introduce you to my friend. Phyllis, this is Jack Sokolov, Rose's husband."
Jack extended his hand and said, "Call me Daisy. Jack just doesn't seem appropriate anymore, I'm glad to meet you."
Phyllis pulled her husband up out of his chair by his ear and took his place across from Daisy. She handed Steve his wine glass and said, "Be a good girl and get both of us a drink, make it the good stuff we don't want that cheap rotgut you drink."
"Phyllis she is the waitress not me."
Phyllis glared at her husband who stood there with the empty glass in his hand. "I know I didn't stutter. Now be on your way."
Steve was back in a flash, having cut in line at the bar to fulfill his mission. He placed the glasses on the table and waited.
Daisy started to stand saying, "It’s nice to meet you but I have to get back to my section."
Phyllis gave her husband an impish smile but said to Daisy, "Do you have your order pad?"
"Sure right here."
"Give it to Desiree he is going to take care of your customers while we talk."
"But Phil, I can't…"
Phyllis glared at her husband, "I know you weren't about to defy me and say what I think you were!"
A flustered Steve in trepidation took a couple if tiny steps backward and meekly said, "No of course not. I was just going to point out I don't know what section Daisy is responsible for."
Daisy smiled at the fledgling waitress, "Those eight tables over by the bar are mine."
Steve took the pad and turned, suddenly he stopped and faced his wife. Briefly it looked like he was going to make a stand. Instead he asked, "Do either of you ladies have a pen?"
Daisy, handed him hers and he trotted over to his section and left the two of them alone.
Daisy leaned her elbows on the table and said, "What happened to him? That's not the same guy I remember."
Smiling over at an amazed Daisy, she said, "Oh how the mighty have fallen. No the self-confident, authoritative Steve has grown into Desiree my loving helpmate."
"Is he still a man, down there? I only ask because I’ve seen his impressive cleavage."
Phyllis leered at Daisy’s impressive cleavage and fought for the right words. "As to his boobs, they are very real. During our marriage he was always an authoritative tyrant. It’s wonderful how the cosmos works because he has gone from being a boob to having them. He’s still a man where it counts, just his chase grillwork's been upgraded. In 12 weeks he has gone from a 40 year-old with flabby man boobs to a full chested guy capable of nourishing our baby. He has just started to lactate. If you listen carefully you can hear him slosh when he walks. I owe it mostly to your wife. She's the one that got the ball rolling. I owe her a ton of gratitude."
A confused Daisy asked, "How did she help?"
"She sent him home to me in a heels a skirt and wearing enough makeup to be a streetwalker. She turned him from a drab looking man into real eye candy in one afternoon. At first I thought it was just a great way to bring him down a peg or two. Then I noticed his dress affected his domineering personality. I couldn’t let your wife’s work go to waste. I decided to see how far I could push it."
"Rose did that? How would she get an authoritative he-man like Steve into a dress?"
"She got you into one. Why not my stud of a husband. You're as much of a man as he was."
Jack put his head into his hands and wept thinking of how her treachery had tricked him into giving up his manhood.
Phyllis sat at the table and toyed with the charm bracelet on her left wrist. "Jack, I'm not judging you. Just pointing out that a determined woman can do seemingly impossible things. Steve insists that he was drugged. I'm not so sure he wasn't a willing participant."
Daisy said, "He seems docile."
"Yes, I know. Isn't that wonderful? When we were first married he was the one issuing all the demands. He never suffered from self-doubt. Except maybe in the bedroom. Now the high heel pump is on the other foot. I'm the one giving the orders and he jumps. As Desiree, he has blossomed as a lover whose niche is pussy licking. Just between us girls, being the lord of the manner gives me a deliciously naughty high."
Jack could see so many parallels between the two dominated men. He vividly remembered the way Rose made him suffer for displeasing her. "How? Have you physically abused him?"
"Oh, heavens no. He was ill-mannered but never physically abusive, so there is no way I would cause him physical pain. He has assumed the submissive partner role solely because he wants to please me. I love him too much to resort to violence, just like Rose loves you."
"Rose loves me?" Jack gave her a crooked smile. "You must be kidding. She is nothing but a black widow spider in stilettos. Why in almost a year, I haven't heard a word from her."
"Daisy, that is impossible. Rose told me she has been sending you messages though my husband almost every week."
"I don't know anything about that."
An infuriated Phyllis stuck her hand in the air and snapped her fingers to get her husband's attention. At that moment, he was balancing eight beers on his serving tray, terrified he would spill them on the customers lap. He quickly placed them down. Leaving his tip on the table he hurried to his wife's side.
"What can I do for you ma’am?"
"I want an answer. Rose thinks you have been passing her messages to her husband. But Daisy tells me he hasn’t heard anything. I want to know why!"
Steve sheepishly answered, "We decided it was a matter of operational security."
Phyllis reached up and grabbed the front of his bra and pulled his head down close to the table. Which left his ass fully exposed in the air, not the wisest thing in this club. "Dear don't lie to me. It makes me unhappy."
"Alright! It was Linda's idea. She was afraid that if Jack retained his attachment with Rose it would weaken her hold on him. I went along with her on this."
A pissed off Phyllis glared at her husband. "I must be getting soft. I should use my hairbrush to turn your plump derriere cherry red. We'll talk more about this at home."
Daisy looked at his watch and noticed he had to get home. It would take time to get ready for his dinner date. He excused himself and ran home as fast as his stilettos would allow.
There's only two people in your life you should lie to...the police and your girlfriend. Jack Nicholson
Chapter 39 - Daisy and Ivan Have an 'Interlude'
Linda helped Daisy pick out his dress and lingerie for the evening. Surprisingly, Linda insisted there were no need for a corset or waist cincher.
"Daisy, with your diet, exercises and corset training, you are down to a fighting weight of 110 pounds, your waist is positively waifish at a mere 22 inches. Your fat distribution has become more feminized, collecting at the hips, thighs and rear. In short, you have a body that would put Aphrodite to shame. So for your big night, we will go with just a garter belt and panties."
Daisy was so excited at the news of being free of the accursed corset he clapped in glee. His joy didn’t last long as Linda had Daisy bend over the bed in preparation for the insertion of the special tampon which contained the decoder device. She dipped into a jar of lubrication and generously coated his sphincter muscle with the lube. Daisy thought she took much longer than was required; but he accepted the invasion with as much dignity as he could. Once the device was firmly implanted up his rectum, he was ready to get dressed.
Next, Linda attended to Daisy’s hair. It took a few minutes, but in the end, his hair was perfectly coiffed for his date. With no need for foundation garments, it allowed the two women to select a maroon, sequined maxi dress with a plunging V neck that was open from Canada in the north to just above the Panama Canal in the southern hemisphere. Standing straight and remaining perfectly still, the cut of the dress just barely covered his feminine charms. By swaying his shoulders gently from side to side, Daisy had a deliciously naughty thought that, with little provocation, one or both of his girls could be called into the spotlight from their covered positions.
For accessories, Daisy decided to go with the necklace and earrings Ivan had given him. Then, for the first ever in public, he attached an 18K Gold belly button ring with its long dangling rhinestone hearts. Both ladies agreed that it was the ideal piece of jewelry with the dress's plunging neckline,
Jack thought back to their trip to the tattoo pallor when Linda had talked him into getting his naval pierced. He had resisted Linda at first as it seemed such an impractical thing to do. She tried to convince him that two small nipple rings connected by a thin gold chain would be exquisite with his current outfit. He vetoed the idea in favor of the more conventional belly-button ring. He eventually gave in to Linda's wishes on the belly piercing. Now looking at the way the rhinestones glittered, he knew he made the right decision. The gold chain idea intrigued him; however he was still glad he had passed on the nipple piercings.
To complete his look, he added his ever-present ring and watch.
Linda stood back and admired her creation. She marveled that his glutes were the perfect combination of firmness and bounce. Then she lectured, "Sweetie, I know you will do me proud. Remember, you're not Don Quixote. It is not your responsibility to fight the unbeatable foe. Your job this night is to use your womanly charms to get at his computer to collect information that can be used by the government."
"But Linda, how can I be sure I can get into his bedroom?"
Linda scoffed at his skepticism. "Babe, just look at yourself, any man with a heartbeat would do anything to have sex with you. If that man doesn't want to fuck you he is in serious need of medical help. With yours looks, getting into his bedroom will be the easy part. I would be a lot more concern about getting out.
"The knockout drops are in your purse disguised as eye drops. I am assured that it will only take a small amount to put a person to sleep. You just need to get Ivan to ingest it. A lot of thought has gone into the best delivery system. You can try to put it in his food or drink. If that fails, I think you must use the assets you have available. Obviously, Ivan has a thing for big boobs. Get him in his stateroom and coat your perky nipples with the drug. Then let Ivan suck the drug while he nurses at those puppies. You don't want to paint your nipples too soon, your skin could absorb the drug and you’ll be the one taking a nap. Do it right before Ivan has a chance."
Daisy stood in front of the full length mirror and adjusted his dress one last time, his humongous boobs playing peekaboo whenever he moved. He made a mental note to remain motionless if he wanted to preserve his modesty. Taking a deep breath, he thought back to his childhood when he had dreams of performing in a ballet at the legendary Bolshoi Theatre in Moscow. In his dreams, he was a man, a danseur. He realized now if he were to dance again it would only be as a ballerina. He stood with mixed emotions, caught between anticipation and dread. Recently Ivan had been a loving considerate boyfriend. Yet one glance at his surgically altered body reminded Jack what Ivan was capable of. To relieve his pent up nerves he stretched his long willowy legs and checked to ensure his seams were straight one last time before heading to the waiting limo. His goodbye with Linda was a somber one. The two exchanged air kisses as Daisy headed out the door.
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The limo dropped off a very nervous Jack in front of a lookout stationed amidships. Obviously, he was expected as the guard, after comparing Daisy's face to a photograph he was holding, escorted him to the gangplank. Daisy smiled at the sentry and stood at the foot of the footbridge quaking. He looked skyward and offered up another prayer, just in case his first 500 had gone unheard. He walked up the gangway with a death grip on his purse. Each step produced an adrenalin rush, unsure if it was from fear or anticipation. In his heart, he believed that Ivan was not a terrorist. However, he knew from experience that the man had a mean streak. If Ivan thought he was spying on him, the results would be draconian. He thought back to high school and remembered a Shakespearean quote, 'Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.' He thought to himself as he walked up the catwalk 'Once is more than enough.'
As he stepped onboard, Daisy was met by a two-man security detail. He was escorted into a small booth, told to disrobe to his underwear and then meticulously searched. One checked his shoes, clothing and purse. The other concentrated on a full body search. The guard seemed to enjoy his duties. Rather than a visual search he took his time sliding his hands over her body. He even lifted up each tit and examined the folds under them. He even required that Daisy open his mouth for a cavity search.
The other guard pulled the small perfume bottle from his purse. Daisy opened it and the guard whiffed it then handed it back. The guard was curious about the eye drop bottle, Daisy simply blinked his heavily made up eyes and responded "contacts."
That placated the security man, and then he pulled out two tampons still in the wrapper and handled them like they carried an infectious disease. Daisy just smiled at the man and shrugged his shoulders, saying, "That time of the month." Pulling the side of his panties he proudly displayed the tell-tale white string hanging down. He turned his butt toward the guard, bent at the waist, and started to pull his panties down. Looking over his shoulder he asked, "Want to see?"
Totally flustered, the security man said, "No that's not necessary. You can get dressed now. Have a good night."
Ivan met Daisy with a hug and kiss on each cheek. Jack was worried. He had seen too many movies of gangsters being gracious to their intended victims then having them whacked. He wondered if Ivan was playing that game. Ivan took his free hand and escorted Daisy up the ladder well to the forward deck where a candlelit table awaited them.
Ivan pulled her chair out and waited for Daisy to take her seat. She placed her purse on the table and sat smoothing his dress under him. With a snap of his fingers Ivan had dinner served on deck with the lights of Miami as a backdrop. There was a violinist who appeared out of nowhere and stayed in the shadowed background and played melodies by Tchaikovsky.
The dinner was delicious, and very romantic. Daisy looked for an opening to spike Ivan's food but none presented itself. Daisy knew he had to resort to plan B. During the meal, Daisy caught Ivan ogling his chest as a breast would occasionally sneak out from behind its curtain. This made plan B a perfect solution. After clearing away the empty dishes, their waiter brought a single, long-stemmed rose on a silver tray and set it in front of Daisy. Staring out at the collage of twinkling harbor lights, Jack thought this was the most romantic setting he had ever been in.
Ivan politely requested, "Daisy, give me your ring for a moment, please."
Jack hesitated but decided to trust Ivan. So he was completely shocked when Ivan causally threw the ring over the side into the bay. Daisy jumped to his feet and glowered at Ivan. Before words could be exchanged, Ivan got down one knee and opened a ring box to reveal an exact duplicate of Daisy's old ring. Ivan took out the ring and used it to make a series of scratches in the glass vase on the table. From his position on one knee, Ivan explained, "I had your costume jewelry ring duplicated and replaced with real gold and a 3 carat flawless diamond."
Then he slid the new ring onto Daisy's finger. Staring down at it, Jack just cooed as a warm feeling enveloped his heart. Jack collapsed back into his seat overwhelmed by the moment.
Continuing to kneel and holding Daisy's hand, Ivan kissed it and made his proposal, "Daisy you don't have to make any commitment now, just think about it. I love you and want us to be together. If you will have me as your husband, I will cover you in diamonds and furs."
Jack found Ivan's proposal to be very personal and totally sincere. Jack closed his eyes and wondered how to respond. Jack tried to push the tears away but he wasn't successful as a single tear trickled down his face. Jack collected his emotions, pulled Ivan's chin up and bent over and lightly kissed him on the lips. Sitting upright, Jack gave Ivan an inviting smile.
Jack thought, 'This is surreal, my second marriage proposal this week - hell I'm doing better than Elisabeth Taylor. Of course I have better tits than her.'
An emotional Jack stood, retrieved his purse and the rose. His voice was shaky as he asked Ivan if he would give her ten minutes and then meet him in his stateroom where he would give Ivan his answer. Before going below decks, Daisy told the crewman standing in the wings, "We are not to be disturbed for any reason." A thrilled Ivan nodded his consent and the waiter disappeared into the labyrinth of the ship.
Jack headed first to his stateroom and uncovered what he remembered being in the wardrobe.
As Ivan entered his stateroom, he found Daisy standing along the edge of the bed wearing a benevolent smile and a rose in his hair. Jack ran his tongue over his lips, making them glisten. Daisy threw her hip like a fashion model. As seductively as possible he cooed at Ivan with "Hi there, stud muffin."
With a lecherous grin Ivan responded, "Are you ready Daisy? Tonight is your début. Science fashioned that body, but tonight I make you a woman, my woman."
"Ivan, just remember I'm a virgin so you must promise me you will be gentle, please."
"Daisy of course you're a virgin, you wouldn't be here otherwise. I've had you checked three times. All my 'girls' are virgins the first time." Ivan casually walked over to the bed and reached down and tweaked one of Daisy's big, prominent nipples. The sensation was like Jack had been stuck by lightning. Jack jumped away from the bed and ran past Ivan. Jack wore a pair of seven-inch stilettos, his jewelry, frilly little virgin white panties that were straining to contain his plump posterior.
Jack looked precious as he teetered his dainty way along, skipping along with tiny little hops and arms flailing, his ass wiggling, big boobs bouncing uncontrollably, whimpering with the effort. He romped past Ivan, deliberately over-emphasizing a sinuous hip undulation and created a tit bounce that threatened to permanently throw Jack's back out.
As Jack squeezed past Ivan, the Russian reached out pinched Daisy on his exposed buttocks. Jack shrieked, then continued running as best he could. Jack glanced over her shoulder and taunted, "Catch me if you can" taking little steps, giggling at the bouncing of his boobs, and keeping his arms way out to try to keep his balance, hair softly flowing over her shoulders as Jack flounced his way around the cabin.
In the confined space of the stateroom, the chase only lasted a few seconds. When Ivan did finally catch-up to the flirting Daisy, he trapped her up against the bulkhead and then Ivan gave Daisy a very passionate kiss. Ivan had very soft lips and a talented tongue. A tongue that was so limber Jack swore Ivan could use it to tie a knot in a cherry stem. As the kiss lingered Jack found his body responding to the kiss. He felt a warm glow spread through him and a tingling sensation centered in his nipples. Jack broke the kiss with a smile locked on his face. He couldn't help but compare that kiss to 'The Kiss' he had shared with Rose those so many months before. Ivan was good but a distant second place to Rose in the Kissing Olympics. Ivan was making an effort to be a gentleman; something Jack knew didn't come easy.
Trying to regain control of the situation, Jack excused himself to the secure confines of the head. Exiting the bathroom with a fresh coat of lipstick, Jack held his breast up with his hands if making an offering.
"Ivan, they're still sore and I'm extremely ticklish," Daisy whined, trying to sound as demure as possible. He twisted to give Ivan a full profile view of the massive chest. Jack bit his bottom lip, as if he was considering something very carefully. "If you're a good boy and promise to be gentle I will let you take these puppies for a test drive.
I know you promised to be gentle. Being the manly man you are, for my personal safety I must restrain you. Once you're tied up I can do all kinds of naughty thing to your virile body."
It was obvious that Ivan was unwilling to give up control, by the look on his face. Daisy only had to run his hands around his breasts before ending with a hand under each one, holding them as if offering them like a meal. Ivan agreed like someone who had been hypnotized and Daisy quickly had Ivan handcuffed spread eagled to the bed.
Jack was strutting around the bed like a $2 whore, his ass cheeks rolling wildly as he frolicked about. "Do you like?" Daisy asked, and without waiting for a reply he put one hand on his hip and the other one behind his head. He shook his shoulders at Ivan, setting his gigantic tits into oscillation. Starring Ivan in the eyes; Jack held up one of his breasts up and played with his nipple until it stood out firm and inviting. Jack marveled at how large and sensitive his nipples had become. Thanks to Linda his nipple erections had become a genuine source of pleasure.
Ivan smiled, "Well babe, you certainly got your high beams on tonight. Can I have a taste?"
"All in good time, right now I mean to have desert. I see Russian Cream pie is on the menu. You will get your sweet Tart for dessert later."
Jack prowled toward Ivan, who just lay there mesmerized. Maybe it was the pheromones, but Jack was also really feeling sexually adventuresome at the moment.
Jack climbed into the bed in as sinuously as he could, and then squatted on his heels between Ivan's out stretched legs. Sitting up straight, he thrust his chest out to accentuate his impressive melons. Then Jack began jiggling them around as he had seen a strippers do.
Ivan, forever the asshole, said, "Stop playing around and let me see the Neil and Bob show. Your type of women usually can't resist my cock once they discover it. Would you like to check it out, my dear?" Daisy giggled. It seemed giggling had become his response to anxiety.
With Ivan tied spread eagle on the bed, Jack was feeling a serious dampness between his legs as his tiny prick leaked pre-com like a sieve. He hopped forward and knelt on Ivan’s legs. Looking down beneath his new boobs staring up in lust was Ivan. Ivan directed his attention to Jack's itty bitty clitty of a prick that was trapped between their bodies and said, "My, my look at that puny cock, I guess it's true. Nothing grows in the shade, right bitch."
Jack looked down at the helpless Ivan and used his talon-like finger nails to reach into the forest of chest hair. He gave Ivan two really painful titty twisters and threatened, "Don't call me bitch or I will rip these man tits right off".
A contrite Ivan responded, "I'm so sorry my lady, please forgive me." Like a typical man, the combination of restraint and a little bit of painful foreplay seemed to arouse Ivan even more.
Daisy bent over and said lovingly, "That's better, my Russian bear. Let me kiss your boo boos, and make then all better."
Giving up on playing demure, Jack decided that it was time for the next act. He kissed Ivan on the lips, long and slow, before he moved his mouth down, down, down towards the ultimate prize. As Jack passed the naval he noticed Ivan's cock twitch in anticipation. Jack continued his southern journey until his lips were just a breath away from Ivan's crotch. Ivan's tubular demon rod was already in launch position, leaving no doubt about the operator's desires. The rod stood there in all its glory, Jack stared down at the purple helmet and was in awe. It was already leaking its precious pre-cum. Jack watched as it oozed out and spread slightly out from the tip.
Jack trembled at the realization of what he was about to do. Linda had prepared him for this moment, he wasn't sure he could go through with it. Would this act change him forever? Would he go from playacting at being a transvestite to nothing but a cocksucker?
The thing that pushed him over the top was his desire to make Ivan happy. Daisy really felt something for this person and wanted to give him pleasure. He opened his mouth, stuck his tongue out, and just touched the head of Ivan's prick, licking the salty liquid off. Jack was shocked to find he relished the rich flavor and his taste buds could not wait for the grand finale. Surprising everyone concerned, Jack forced the tip of his tongue into the small slit of Ivan's manhood. In and out, in and out of his urethra, what a fun game.
This produced a gasp from Ivan. Encouraged by his success, Jack slowly took the head between his lips; pausing for a moment he used his tongue to explore every inch of the soft mushroom head. Ivan became impatient with the slow pace; he raised his hips off the bed and tried to force it further into Jack's mouth. With every thrust, Jack was able to dance playfully back keeping it just barely inside his mouth.
Eventually wearying of the game, Jack started to greedily gobble on Ivan's battering ram and was delighted with both the pleasing texture and taste. Ivan was rapidly responding to the novice cocksucker! Jack swirled his tongue all around to make sure Ivan was completely wet, and then he drew his penis slowly back almost out of his mouth, holding just the head between his lips. He sucked on it like a teenager trying to produce a hickey on his girlfriend.
Becoming impatient, Jack then extended his tongue as far as it would go and holding it there along the length of this pricksicle. Jack ignored the cramping in his thighs and buttocks and slowly slid Ivan's cock back into his mouth, stopping only when the tip of his tongue came into contact with Ivan's testes. Jack proceeded to bob up and down, each time ending with a lick of the sack. All those hours with Linda's dildo were paying off. Teasing the sack with his tongue Jack started to swallow. Ivan's balls rested high inside the drawn pouch of a tightened scrotum. The throat muscles were the catalyst for the eruption of the mini Mount Vesuvius. Time seemed to stand still as Ivan moaned, then erupted into Jack's mouth with columns of salty sperm. It spewed into every corner of his mouth and down Jack's throat. The volume nearly caused Jack to gag but he managed to desperately swallow the vast majority of Ivan's red-hot man sauce. A small amount of cum dribbled out the side of his mouth, down his chin and onto his breasts where it mingled with the tendrils of his hair. Jack sat there resting on his haunches. The top of Jack's breasts were heaving from exertion.
All Jack could say was, "Wow". Then he bent over and licked Ivan's shrinking phallus clean. He scooped up the residue semen pooled on his chest and sucked it into his mouth. Then brought the saturated hair into his mouth and sucked on it to retrieve everything he can of Ivan's seed.
For a moment Jack was proud of his first womanly accomplishment. He felt he was in a dream; his emotions were all warm and comfortable. As his euphoria died Jack was concerned that if it was too good, Ivan might question his claim that he was a first time virgin.
"Da, da, da (Yes, yes, yes), Jack you are a world class cock sucker. Find my wallet, you have earned a bonus." The classless Ivan emphasized the masculine name, trying to illicit some response from his partner. Ivan lay limp for a while as Jack sat back on my heels, still between Ivan's thighs, holding Ivan's penis gently in one hand like a limp joystick. In response to Ivan's tasteless comments Jack gave a painful tug on his prick and a slight squeeze to his balls. Not much just enough to let Ivan know Jack had control.
"My, my I seemed to have uncovered a new talent. Ivan, you know if I was still Jack and a whore I would take you up on your offer. I might even take offense to that comment," again lightly squeezing his balls, "but luckily for both of us Jack is long gone. He was unquestionably a slut but never a whore. Just think Ivan, that was Daisy's first time. Imagine how good I will be with some practice!"
Extricating himself, Jack said, "Don't go away Ivan, I have to freshen up, I'll be right back."
Jack grabbed his purse and headed for the bathroom. He stripped to just his heels, garter belt and stockings, after removing his tampon and it’s hidden component he used a lot of lube and prepped her man pussy just in case. Better to be prepared than sorry. Lastly, he liberally coated each nipple with the knockout drug. Jack passed the time waiting for the drug to dry by recoating his lips with a generous amount of cherry red lipstick.
Climbing back onto the bed, Jack propped Ivan's head up so he could nurse on the drug laced tits. Jack ever so slowly lowered himself until Ivan's manly obelisk was positioned over Jack's boy pussy. Surprisingly, Jack felt an itch like poison ivy in his rear gateway. In an effort to relieve that internal longing Jack slowly, cautiously with ever increasing pressure lowered himself toward that hot cock. Just as it made contact Jack would stop and wiggle his ass around, coating the head with the lubricant leaking from his backdoor.
Ivan nursed and Daisy teased as he held his rectum in a position where it would just touch the tip of Ivan's penis then he would retreat. Jack could tell he was driving Ivan crazy as the big Russian wildly thrashed about under him. Ivan bucked his pelvis trying to impale his manhood into Daisy's virgin prize. Each thrust by Ivan was met with Daisy keeping her behind just out of reach. He had been at it for what seemed like ages, Jack's legs quivered and screamed for relief. Jack prayed the drugs would kick in before he lost his virginity. Eventually his palsied tremors allowed Ivan to reach his goal and he managed to get the head of his pole at Daisy's hole.
Jack still wasn't sure he wanted to let Ivan him use him as his fuck toy. Muscle fatigue was the deciding factor and he was unable to hold the position of his ass hovering in space over Ivan's pole. Fatigue drove all rational thought from his head. Mentally and physically, he stopped resisting the inevitable and rested his weight on the protruding phallus. However Jack's sphincter proved to be a resolute sentinel and it did not give up Daisy's virginity without a fight. Entry to his portal was eventually achieved through sheer persistence as Ivan thrust his pelvis wildly upward. Ivan's dick fought its way into Jack's nether regions. The initial sensation of the meat sliding past the sphincter, was not pleasurable at all, rather Jack almost lost his breath from the pain as he was no longer a virgin in mind or body.
To rest his exhausted leg muscles, Jack kept pushing down his butt until it came to rest on Ivan's pelvis. As it slid past his prostate, Jack felt an upwelling of pleasure. As the ache eased slightly, he realized that he had crossed a threshold so why not enjoy the experience. A slight rocking motion caused the penis to massage his prostrate, sending waves of pleasure through his body. Muscle fatigue was put aside as he went into autopilot, his hair flailing left and right, all about in a wild flurry as he rode Ivan's pole like a champion bronco rider in a rodeo. Jack suddenly felt like the energizer bunny of nymphomaniacs, establishing a rhythmic cadence that succeeded in burying Ivan's man tool to the very depths of his bowels. As Jack bounced on Ivan's love shaft waves of pleasure penetrated every fiber of his being. With each downward stoke, Jack squealed with delight as his prostate felt the marvelous touch.
Jack quickly learned that as the prick passed his prostrate he could derive a substantial amount of additional pleasure by clenching his sissy twat muscles. Meanwhile, Ivan acted as a human bra and kept Jack's tits from flying about by enthusiastically suckling on Jack's nipples, so much so that for a while Jack was concerned Ivan was going to suck them right off his chest. The feeling radiating from his chest put Jack into a trance like state of euphoria and elicited a contented moan.
After five minutes of frenzied activity, squirming, withering, bucking, thrashing, riding the pogo stick, Jack was becoming exhausted. Jack's glutes eventually fatigued from intensely squeezing them so tightly. He knew that it couldn't get any better than this and then it did.
It seemed that Ivan was having some kind of convulsion. Jack could see the intensity of Ivan's heartbeat even through the forest of chest hair. Ivan's face went blank, his eyes rolled back into his head and then his face scrunched as his orgasm hit. Just as Jack began to quiver from exhaustion he felt the dick impaling him swell in size. Then it squirted a warm stream within him. Jack's tiny squeals of delight turned into a full blown scream of ecstasy as his orgasm coincided with his lover's. Jack felt an overwhelming sense of accomplishment. Not only had he received pleasure, he had returned the favor to his partner.
Tired but emotionally contented Jack was in a happy place thinking ever so briefly, 'Maybe this being a chick ain't so bad'.
Then, as rational thought returned, a schizophrenic Jack felt a great sense of shame at what he had just done and more so because he enjoyed it, while at the same time Daisy felt a sense of triumph. Jack remained in his squatting position as Ivan's manhood slowly deflated, and slipped out of its gateway. Ivan, with his libido spent dozed off into his drug induced nap leaving a pool of drool on Jack's breast and a puddle of bodily fluids on the bed. Remembering all the times Rose had complained about having to sleep in the wet spot, Jack laughed and thought, 'Let's see how Ivan enjoys the experience.'
With Ivan comatose, Jack felt free to continue with the government's plan. Moving to Ivan's PC, Jack couldn't help but walk with a dainty sway to his ass. He first went to the trash can in the head and retrieved his discarded tampon. Opening it up, he attached the device to the bug from under the computer. A couple of quick keystrokes allowed Jack to log on and down load the entire hard drive.
Mission accomplished in a matter of minutes, Jack swallowed the bug as he had been instructed. Jack opened the new tampon; wrapped the electronics in its protective coating and inserted the loaded thumb drive into its hiding place. As Jack was seating the tampon firmly in place, a paranoid Ivan opened his eyes and asked "Whatcha doing lover?"
Jack had expected Ivan to be out for the count. He hadn't prepared for the contingency of Ivan waking up. Thinking quickly he showed the tampon dispenser and announced, "Oh sugar bear, I don't want to lose any of your love juices; I want them to stay inside of my pussy where they belong."
At Ivan's insistence, Jack released the bear from his bonds. Ivan immediately stood and swept Jack off his feet and onto his back on the bed, where he retrieved the tie downs and announced, "It's now my turn Tit for tat."
Minutes later Jack was helplessly spread eagled on bed. The fullness in his ass reminded him what was hidden there. He started to hyperventilate, worrying that Ivan might again want access to his rear end.
Ivan started kissing the helpless prey on his mouth and worked his way down Jack's body, eventually ending up at the source of the river of pleasure. Ivan had Jack's tiny cock and gonads in his mouth simultaneously. Jack mewed appreciably and thought, 'My, he is talented with his mouth'. Ivan used one hand to toy with Jack's buttocks while the other is playing sweet music with Jack's tits. Jack discovered that by lifting his butt and clutching his ass muscles he could cause the tampon to massage the prostate.
The calmative affects sent Jack into a nirvana of pleasure, reminiscent of his first time with Rose on their wedding night. Jack's love muscle hadn't responded in a long time but, thanks to Ivan's oral manipulation, Jack's genitals stirred ever so slightly. A tribute to the talents of Ivan, his schwanz began to swell and harden ever so slightly. Jack found it was not his old firm staff but the sensitivity was still there. The combined pleasures radiating from his chest, ass, and groin had Jack squealing in delight.
First, his face went blank, then it scrunched as the orgasm hit. He was thrusting, bucking, and thrashing, like a marlin on a hook. But then instead of a cock releasing orgasm, Jack's whole body started shaking. Ivan played Jack like an impresario plays a piano concerto. Ivan sucked on his privates and twiddled his nipples while Jack started screaming uncontrollably in a girly voice, "Oh god, I'm cumming. Please don't stop it feels sooo good. I'm cumming... I'm still cumming… I'm STILL CUMMING!" At this moment, Jack lost control of his body. He just surrendered to the sweet pleasure. The entire world now revolved around nothing but Ivan's mouth and tongue. The orgasms hit in waves, until Jack almost blanked out.
Jack welcomed this outrageous usurpation of his manliness, this feminization of his person, this unmanning of himself. He wondered, for whose sake did he do this? For his country's, for Rose, for Linda, for Ivan? He didn't know and, at the moment, could not have cared less. Live for the moment. Pleasures in life are too few and come too seldom.
More importantly was this transformation, making Jack, if not fully a woman, something that was also less than a man. He was a member of neither the masculine nor the feminine. With two pleasure centers, his feminine chest and masculine groin contributing, Jack's climax mounted then burst like a wave on the shore. The fluttering of his anus coincided with the convulsion of his penis and the divine sensations radiating from his nipples. Jack experienced an orgasmic sensation like none he had ever known before. Oral sex from Ivan was incredible; Jack and Daisy both were astonished to realize their world had never been rocked like that.
In his post sex euphoria Jack's body, like his mind, accepted his new status as a part man, part woman. Jack felt privileged at the moment, he had just experienced what he felt was the best of both worlds. Jack wondered, 'If being a sexy woman isn't better than anything he ever had as a wimpy man. Maybe I'm in love, Ivan is so gentle. He is my knight in shining armor, come to carry me off on his stead. Could I spend the rest of my life being ministered to rather than having to always take care of a needy woman?'
At that moment, Jack decided he could not betray this man. He had just been fucked to a frazzle and he loved every minute of it. Jack thought it was nice to be with someone who appreciated you. As strange as it sounded, he wanted to spend his life as this man's wife. Daisy decided he could not betray Ivan. He didn't know what was on that thumb drive. He made a promise to himself, that no one would ever see it.
While Daisy glowed in post coital bless, all warm and contented, Ivan excused himself to make a phone call. Being alone, Jack tried to imagine what it would be like to be married to Ivan. The image of walking down a church aisle in a beautiful white wedding gown was amazingly pleasing to Daisy. Just like that, Jack made up his mind to officially say 'Yes', the how and whys could wait until later. Now Jack just wanted to share his decision with Ivan.
His intention was to sneak into the salon to surprise Ivan. Jack tiptoed on the hardwood deck so as not to disturb his future husband. He stood behind a partition within a yard of the big Russian bear. The first words Jack overheard brought his heart to a stop. Ivan was talking in Russian, a language Jack could still understand. He clearly heard his fiancé say. "What do you mean you want my Daisy? I tell you again he's not for sale!"
After a few second pause Ivan went on, "Oh, you just want to rent him? That's a different story. How long and for how much?"
A longer pause this time. "Boris, you were at dinner that night and saw him close-up. Not only does he make a beautiful looking woman; but thanks to me he has a set of world class tits. You can show him off anywhere, he makes the perfect trophy whore."
Ivan chuckled then said, "In the bedroom is where his talent really shines. He has the tightest boy pussy you'll ever find. He's the best fuck I've ever had, and enthusiastic like you wouldn't believe! He's the ideal fuck toy. I guarantee he'll provide you with days of endless entertainment."
After a pause, Ivan laughed, "Yes, the other end is pretty good too. He sucked so hard I thought I was going to lose it. Boris, this one is special, he not only accepts debasement, he welcomes it. He is a submissive cocksucker. You do whatever you want to him; he will just love you for it and come back begging for more."
Another pause. "No, it's all right he means nothing to me. I did spend a lot of money on his physical makeover, so make sure you return him in good condition. After I am finished with him, I want to be able to put him up for auction."
After a dramatic pause, Ivan continued, "All right Boris, double that amount and we have a deal."
"Great! It's nice doing business with you. I'll tie him up in a pretty pink bow and put him on a plane tomorrow."
Another pause and then "Of course he's worth it. Have I ever cheated you?"
"Well there was that one time. How was I to know he preferred girls? Yes, I know he ran away with your daughter. Do you ever hear from them? It's my understanding they are living in Demark as a lesbian couple?"
Ivan hung up laughing and headed back to his room, thinking one more fuck for the road.
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Payback is a bitch, named Daisy!
Daisy hurried back to Ivan's lair before Ivan ended his phone call. Foremost in his thoughts was his revenge upon the man he thought that he loved.
When Ivan walked in, he found a divided Daisy, who was seething angrily on the inside; but all lovey-dovey on the outside. It took very little to talk Ivan into another session of lovemaking. Jack reminded Ivan that it was his turn on the bottom. After Jack had him firmly secured, Ivan could do no more than squirm and writhe.
Salvaging his eye drop bottle, he climbed on top of Ivan and held his nose and forced the remaining liquid into Ivan's mouth. Before he completely lost consciousness, Jack retrieved his used panties, wiped his dripping ass with them and stuffed them into Ivan's mouth, thus serving as an effective gag. A wide-eyed, confused Ivan looked questioningly at Daisy. Jack simply said, "Ivan, like you I'm a Russian therefore I never get even, I get ahead."
Now, 110 pounds of raging estrogen sat atop the struggling Ivan. As an act of pure vengeance, Jack dismounted and searched Ivan's toy chest until he found a pink vibrating dildo.
From a position between Ivan's spread-eagled legs he said, "Ivan, you may not know it yet but I am your chauffeur to hell. This is for Laura." Ivan's eyes got as large as saucers. Then without the aid of lubricant Jack forcefully rammed it up his ass till just the base was visible.
Jack watched with amusement as this Russian mobster reacted to the intrusion to his 'boy pussy'. Leaning over to Ivan, Jack whispered in his ear, "Relax BITCH the best is yet to come. Let's see how you enjoy being the whore! I put fresh batteries in just for you, the package brags they are good for up to 24 hours." Turning the vibrator on high, Ivan reacted violently.
Jack was momentarily concerned that this bear of a man was going to break free of his restraints. Ivan fought tenaciously to keep his eyes open, realizing he was in big time trouble. Thankfully, the drugs eventually took effect as Ivan fell into a slumbering heap.
Ideas for further revenge swirled in Jack's mind. Looking at Ivan's repulsively hairy chest, a devious plan came to him. First, Jack retrieved Ivan's electric razor from the head and shaved his chest to produce a nude area in the silhouette of a bikini bra and straps. The contrast was quit striking, the dark hair set off by flesh akin to color of the underbelly of a frog. Then he shaved off Ivan's eyebrows. Next he went back to the desk and retrieved a set of permanent markers. He painted Ivan's lips rosy red, thin high arching eyebrows in dark brown, eyelids a pretty sky blue, heavily lined his eyes with black and shaded his cheeks in pink.
With Ivan's lips a radiant red, he ran a heavy bead of the super glue on each lip and firmly pressed them together thus entombing the panties in his mouth. Using a bottle of black permanent ink from the desk and Ivan's toothbrush, he combed the ink into Ivan's eye lashes, in place of mascara. Jack next removed his earrings and their fasteners. He placed the sharp posts on each earlobe and using nothing but brute force pushed each stem through Ivan's ears. Then Jack bent the post flat so they won't come off.
Jack returned to his stateroom and retrieved a large 10oz bottle of Chanel No. 5. He poured the entire flask of perfume over the sleeping giant. Gagging from the overpowering scent, Jack turned to make his exit, only now even thinking of his own getaway. In his stateroom, he discovered a beautiful full floor-length Russian Sable coat. He touched up his lipstick with a heavy waxy coat before abandoning his purse and clothing, figuring that the guard's search of them would only slow down his getaway.
Wearing only his shoes and the sable coat, Jack headed for the gangway. Ten steps into his escape Jack had an inspiration, he returned to the desk where he found two alligator clips. Remembering how much pain he was in after just a few minutes, Jack wondered how Ivan would fare after 24 hours. With a smile Jack attached both to Ivan's nipples.
Jack made his way to the main deck and found a steward. Daisy told him that under pain of death, Ivan had left strict orders not to be disturbed until tomorrow. 'Let him stew in his own juices' thought Jack. He reported to the quarter deck and announced he was leaving. Security sent him to a private room for a search. Only now did Jack realize his plan might have a minor flaw. Without the guards noticing he reached between his legs and tucked the white string up his butt to hide it from view.
The guard entered and gave his coat a cursory inspection, only checking the pockets. Jack stepped back and opened the coat revealing his voluminous naked body. Doing a twirl in Russian Jack asked, "Do you need to frisk me?"
The guard leered at Daisy, his eyes never left his breasts. He shook his head no.
Jack surprised even himself when he strolled over to the big Russian on duty. He reached up pulled the guards head down and bestowed on him a wet passionate kiss, and even treated him to a little tongue. The sentry melted right there. Jack could have walked off that ship carrying a nuclear bomb and this guy would have merely offered to help. Jack gave the Russian a beguiling smile and said, "Thanks, big guy," and strode off to the waiting limousine. Jack ordered the driver to take him home.
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Desiree sat in his office monitoring his radio. The reports of Daisy leaving of her own free will were met with jubilation by the entire staff. Honoring his promise to Daisy, he called his quick reaction force and told them to stand down. He waited to hear officially that Jack had gotten the data before giving the okay to raid the boat.
"Sex is not the answer. Sex is the question. 'Yes' is the answer!" - Helen Brown
Chapter 40 - A Successful Mission
There was a rapid knocking on knocking at the door and Linda opened it to see a distraught and disheveled Daisy. Throwing the door open, she pulled Daisy into the apartment and looked quickly around the corridor outside to make sure that Daisy was alone.
After she closed and bolted the door securely, she turned to Daisy and asked, "Did you get what we need?"
Jack kicked off his heels and stood shivering before her, hugging his coat tightly to him. He answered, "I got what was on his hard drive. I have no idea what the data contains.
Linda nodded with satisfaction. "That's great. You did well. I'll let Steve know."
The past few hours had been intense and he felt every minute across his entire body. "Please hold off on letting anyone know. I need time to decompress."
She wasn't entirely without a heart and she looked at Daisy with concern. "Sure thing sweetheart, but we can't wait too long. Did you have any problems getting off the boat?"
"No actually I simply got up and walked off the yacht."
Linda was surprised at that. Ivan's reputation wouldn't let someone just walk away from him. "Ivan didn't have anything to say about that?"
The images that came to him let Daisy smile through his fatigue as he replied, "No, I can honestly say he kept his mouth shut.
"I was a little concerned about my exit security check. So I left everything behind except what I was wearing. In the end it worked out fine. The sentry was only interested in my chest more visible assets. Luckily for me, he isn't an ass aficionado." He shimmied for a moment, causing his large breasts to wobble slightly inside his coat.
Linda chuckled at the small pun. Jack, in a very serious mood, went on, "Linda, I've changed since I left here. Today cost me more than my virginity. The memories of my sleepover will haunt me in my dreams forever. Hot water may clean my body; but nothing will ever purge my mind of the things I've done."
Linda rolled her eyes. "My, aren't we the drama queen. Get over it Daisy, it was only sex. It's not like you were gang raped." She looked at Daisy with concern as she realized that could actually have happened. "You weren't were you?"
Daisy blinked at her. How could Linda be so clueless? There were things far worse than rape, especially when you were a willing participant. "Don't be ridiculous, I wasn't raped at all. That's the problem, I was a willing participant in my own deflowering. I gladly gave myself to that bastard. I was blind to his dark side."
Linda took Daisy in her arms and tried to console her. "You're not the first woman to be taken in by a chauvinistic pig. The important thing is you're safe."
Linda ran her hands over Daisy's back luxuriating in the feel of his fur. "Now, let's talk about something really important, like where do you get that gorgeous coat?"
Daisy knew that he had a good thing with the coat. Never mind that it kept him warm, it was Sable! "Oh, this old thing, I swapped my earrings for it, I was always a good horse trader!"
Linda stepped back to get a good view of the coat, she could see the quality before her. She used both hands to open it in order to examine the lining. She gasped when she discovered that Daisy had gone commando underneath.
"My lord you're not even wearing panties."
Daisy shrugged. "I had to keep Ivan quiet so I left them with him as a souvenir of my visit."
Leering, Linda licked her lips and said "It's a bit warm for a fur coat don't you think why don’t you take it off?"
He dropped it on the floor and stepped over it. Jack bent over to pick it up off the floor and inadvertently pointed his exposed ass toward Linda's face.
He stood up and laid the coat over the divan cushion. He was a bit peeved that Linda wasn't more concerned about his physical and emotional welfare. He sarcastically said to her. "Linda, my jaw is sore, my ass hurts, thanks for asking by the way."
Linda grimaced. "Don't be a jackass, the formalities about your physical wellbeing can come later. You know I care about you. But this is too important to wait. We need to let Steve know whether to round up Ivan and his crowd."
"I think we should wait and see what is on the memory stick," Daisy cautioned.
Linda admitted to herself that was a good idea. She stood admiring the porn star contours of her acolyte. She eventually said, "You should be happy, why the long face?"
"Linda, I got what I was sent for. I went there with the faint hope of a romantic dalliance and to prove that the government's supposition that Ivan is a terrorist was wrong. But what I got was an express elevator to hell. He ravaged my ass and broke my heart. Your device is still up there somewhere. I had to push it in as far as I could so the guard wouldn't see any sign of it. I think I over did it, now it's so far up, it may take a colonoscopy to get it out. I've tried but can't find the string. Will you help get it out of me?"
Linda smiled at the goddess before her. "It will be my pleasure to probe your ass."
She had Daisy bend over the arm of the couch. After fishing around for several minutes Linda responded, "Yuck gross, is this goo what I think it is?"
"Well unless all those hormones you have fed me have changed my shit to sperm, yes it probably is what you think. Despite his shortcomings, Ivan is a very virile man."
Daisy flinched from the discomfort and uttered, "Ouch, Linda, take it easy! You don't have to use your entire hand to reach it do you?"
"Oh, stop complaining I just want to be thorough. Be glad I took my rings off first! Now relax, just a little more to the left and I think I have it, oh sorry I meant a little to the right, or maybe just a little deeper."
"Linda, if this is your idea of fun, we are never having sex. Having 'things' stuffed up my bum wasn't as enjoyable as I had envisioned."
Linda wiggled her fingers trying to stimulate Daisy's prostrate. "Oh come on. I have been butt fucked a few times and didn't find it all that bad. Wasn't there anything about it you found pleasurable?"
Jack blushed at the question. "I'll admit that once I relaxed and he hit my G spot, I loved the feelings that coursed through my body. What was equally enjoyable was that it was psychologically rewarding. The look of ecstasy on Ivan's face touched my heart. When he was fully seated in my bum I thought I felt something for him, infatuation, love, lust I am not sure.
"He managed to kill any feelings I had for him, the bastard was going to rent me to one of his friends. Actually the way he expressed it, I was just a short term lease. The bastard can rot in hell."
Linda froze. It sounded like Daisy had done something foolish. "Daisy what did you do? Please tell you didn't do something stupid. You promised you wouldn't let him notify everyone that we have taken his info."
Jack smiled at the memory of what he had done. Ivan probably wouldn't even be thinking of computer espionage for quite some time.
"Oh, Linda don't worry about that, Ivan will be tied up for quite some time. When I heard what he had planned for me I spent some time developing the most egregious plan I could come up with. At first, all I could think about was causing that vile man pain. I wanted to watch him physically suffer. Then I realized I was thinking like a man. So I decided to take my revenge using the creativity that only a woman can bring to the task. If I had had a knife, I would have cut his balls off. Then I came up with something that would make him suffer. I just won't be there to see it. It was delicious being the one doing instead of receiving for a change."
Jack retold the ominous things he had done to Ivan. By the time he finished, Linda was laughing so hard that she actually wet herself.
To Jack's relief, Linda finally withdrew the hollowed out tampon and retrieved the thumb drive from inside. While Daisy went into the bathroom to cleanup, she inserted the drive in her laptop, but found that all data was encrypted. After 30 minutes of scanning the file names she realized they had the information the government wanted.
When Daisy returned, Linda announced, "We can call HLS and Ivan will be in jail tonight."
Jack had a mysterious smile playing across his face as he politely asked Linda to wait until the morning before raiding the ship. Linda didn't really understand and she reminded Daisy that it was important that Ivan not be given the chance to contact his people or to escape.
Daisy merely responded with a smile, "Don't worry Ivan isn't going anywhere."
Linda still didn't fully understand, but consented to his request. Linda called Steve's cell and left word Daisy was home and safe if not unharmed. She promised to make a full report first thing in the morning, suggesting that he stop by her apartment first thing.
At 7 AM, Linda tried again but was still unable to open the files. She woke Daisy from a sound sleep in the hopes he could do something. It took the computer wizard all of 47 minutes to break in, after he discovered that it was a simple encryption. The password had turned out to be Ivan's last name. Linda scanned the data and yelled, "Girl we have done it, there is more here than we imagined. Not only does it contain the names and addresses of his contacts, but there are pages of bank accounts and phone numbers the government can go after!"
Linda immediately called Steve and gave him the code word for success. She would be bringing the thumb-drive to him immediately. Steve called his quick reaction forces and gave them the go ahead. He changed course from Linda's apartment to the office, things were going to get interesting very quickly.
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The special teams raided the boat midmorning. At first sign of the raid, two of Ivan's men broke into his stateroom to check on their boss. What they saw brought them up cold. They both backed out of the room in shock, Boris turned to Anatoly and whispered, "I had heard the boss was into some kinky stuff but I never imagined anything like this. Let's get out of here!"
SWAT took out the guards with little to no resistance. Once the exterior was secure, they turned it over to the LEOs. The police split up to search the ship. Patrolman Tim O'Brien and Sergeant Gomez found Ivan with his fancy makeup, and writhing in excruciating pain.
Looking at the feminized Ivan, Tim asked, "Sergeant, is there something in water around here? Every guy in this city seems to be into cross-dressing?"
Gomez gave the junior officer a hard look. "Partner I don't like you talking like that. We're not here to judge. Just enforce the law."
Once his hands and feet were freed, Ivan removed the alligator clips and massaged his tender nipples. Gesturing that he could not speak, they got him a paper and pen and he requested that he be allowed to get dressed.
After reading him his rights about remaining silent the bemused cops unceremoniously rejected his request and dragged his naked ass off the ship and into a waiting paddy wagon. During booking, Ivan was charged with trying to smuggle contraband into the jail. A male EMT removed the still vibrating dildo from his colon and painfully pried open his mouth to retrieve the panties. The booking sergeant laughingly told Ivan that he could get his personal items back when he was released."
A docile and sweet smelling Ivan was a big hit… repeatedly…in the holding cell! He discovered that effeminate men are treated like royalty in prison. As the resident cellblock Queen Bee, he had drones buzzing around him all the time leaving lots of pollen deposits. At first he resisted the sexual assaults; but by the third night the fight had been beaten out of him.
Back at the HLS offices, there was an impromptu celebration. At lunch time, the office ladies surprised Desiree as they brought in a picnic lunch of green salads and unsweetened ice tea for everyone. They pulled in chairs and filled the cubical. Fred, back into his masculine mode, felt a tad self-conscious among all the ladies who were cackling like a bunch of hens. Fred excused himself and opted for a burger at the local diner. As the cleanup began, Desiree started to stand to help. He was unceremoniously shoved back into his seat. En mass, the ladies encircled him and produced a box tied with a large red bow.
Bewildered, Desiree asked, "What's this?"
"It's a congratulation present. It's a tradition around here among the women. Whenever the office closes a big case we celebrate. Normally it's just us girls. But with Desiree straddling the divide between agent and secretary we decided to include you."
Desiree excitedly tore the wrapping off the package. Lifting the lid off the box revealed a pile of fluff. Holding it up to his chest he found it was a pink peignoir set. It had layers of sheer material with billowing sleeves and was held together by satin bows everywhere. It was the most feminine outfit Steve had ever seen. When he dug deeper in the box he found matching French lace panties and at the very bottom a pair of pink slippers with a kitten heel with a bow across the toes.
The ladies all waited with bated breath for Steve's reaction. His smile said all that was needed. The grouped women shared a hug. Desiree truly felt that he had been accepted into their sorority and his heart leapt with joy. He couldn't wait to get home and model his new outfit for Phyllis. He was sure she would love it as much as he did.
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Chapter 41
Hampton called Steve into his office just before quitting time. When he arrived, he was surprised to find the office unoccupied. He took a seat to wait for his boss to show up and to find out why he had been summoned. Taking advantage of the alone time, he removed his compact to check his makeup. Satisfied with what he saw, he swapped his compact for a rattail comb. He swept the comb through his hair and retouched his side-swept bangs. He had just returned the comb to his purse when Bob entered and closed the door. Pompously, he parked his behind on the edge of his desk and didn't waste any time.
"Garibaldi, I just left our resident doctor. He's been in discussions with your civilian physician. I'm pretty bugged about what little I could find out. Is it true that you are more female than male?"
Steve squirmed self-consciously in his chair. He understood that his personal life had a direct bearing upon his security clearance and his ability to do his job, but it was embarrassing to discuss it with someone not in the medical profession. Even then it was difficult.
"Yes sir. It's more complicated than that; but basically that's what I've been told."
"I was afraid of that. I know you have been seeing our shrink. He won't talk to me so I'll ask you. Are you seriously considering swapping the old bat and balls for a pussy?"
Steve came up out of his chair, appalled at the bluntness that only Hampton seemed to exhibit. "I'm sorry sir that is really none of your business!"
His boss held up his hand to forestall Steve's outburst. "Calm down, don't get your panties in a bunch. It's my business to ask because I'm in danger of losing my best agent. Whichever way you decide to go, there will have to be some changes in regard to your position around here."
"I don't understand." An uneasy feeling was forming in Steve's gut. It was never good when your boss told you that things were changing in some fashion.
"Come on even a dumb Ginny like you must be able to see with you looking and acting like a Miss America contestant you can't be the same effective agent," Hampton answered with a frown.
Steve slumped in his chair. He waited for Bob to continue.
Bob, looked Garibaldi in the eye. "Steve, I'll confess you were considered by most as the agency's number one agent. Before you became a full time crossdresser there was talk of moving you up to being a regional director.
"Our country is just not ready for a tranny HLS director. I'm afraid that J. Edgar killed that for you and your type. If you want a shot at that promotion you will need to change. The way I see it we have three choices. Option one is to lose the dresses, makeup, jewelry and the Tinkerbelle mannerisms. Look and act as much like a man as you can. We'll just consider this crossdressing as an anomaly because of your recent concussion."
Bob fidgeted with his bra strap and went on. "Just between us. You can keep the lingerie as long as it's not noticeable. Option two, Desiree continues to work here as part of the administrative support staff. She has become the most proficient and well-liked sexretary in the office. Of course we will still need her operational expertise. I see Desiree acting in a mentor and advisory role to our other agents."
He paused for a moment before laying out Steve's final choice. "The last option is that we use Desiree as a female undercover agent. You could go places and do things our real woman agents can't or won't."
Bob glanced over at his full in-box then added. "The damn bureaucratic paperwork is killing me. So I would require Desiree continue as an admin assistant between field assignments. Give it some thought and get back to me with your decision."
None of the choices his boss were very palatable. What would Phyllis think?
"How soon will I have to decide?"
"Take your time. We'll talk after the trial."
Bob watched Steve / Desiree walk out of his office slowly. It was hard to keep the two names separate in his mind and he knew that he would always think of Garibaldi as Desiree, regardless of the decision his agent made. He moved back around to his desk chair and resettled his breasts in his bra before he sat down to finish his day's work. He only hoped that his own breasts were temporary. He sincerely hoped they would stop growing. If not he was going to have to ask his wife to take him bra shopping. That thought terrorized him. As he watched the door slowly close he wondered how he would respond given the same ultimatums he had given Steve.
Steve had a lot to think about on his bus ride home. He had always identified with his job and what he did for a living helped to define who he was. Being a Federal agent generated a great deal of job satisfaction for him. With the events of the last few weeks he now realized despite all the accomplishments and accolades he had not been happy.
His time as a faux woman had opened his eyes. At work, being Desiree the secretary was satisfying. At home playing the lesbian spouse had reignited his love life. Changes at work meant that he would have to change how he worked with people. There was the issue of giving up his girlie friendships. How would the ladies in the office treat Steve if he were to return?
As the bus bumped along on the pothole filled roads, Steve could feel the pressure building in his milk jugs. He needed to get home soon and pump. Which only served to remind him of the upcoming baby and what Phyllis expected of him. That would complicate things at work. Steve got an amused expression on his face as his mind's eye as he pictured the reaction that Steve would receive sitting in the men's room breastfeeding his baby.
Steve pondered the question, 'Was giving returning to his old self worth sacrificing his newfound happiness?' It would not be an easy decision. It was something he needed to talk over with Phyllis, this was no longer something only Steve or Desiree could determine.
He decided to procrastinate on life changing decisions and turned his mind to the present he had been given by the girls. He wanted to get home, excited to show his gift to Phyllis. He literally skipped off the bus and walked the short distance to his home. He hurriedly dug through his purse to get to his house keys, unlocked the door pushed it open and ended up bumping his nose against the door.
Feeling rather foolish, he realized that the chain was across the door. He called out for his wife, but it took her several minutes to reach the door. A barefoot Phyllis wearing baggy white cotton slacks and an orange cotton shirt with log billowing sleeves answered the door. Her hair was tied back with a piece of white yarn. Steve couldn't but help but notice that his wife's face was flushed, her eyes were red as if she had been crying. With his purse in one hand and his box under the other arm, he excused himself and sidestepped her and moved into the foyer. Phyllis backed up into the living room and gestured vaguely toward the love seat.
Before he could ask her what was wrong, she inquired, "What's in the box?"
"A present from the girls at work. I can't wait to show it to you."
It quickly became apparent that the box was of little interest to her because Phyllis's demeanor was as cold as the proverbial well diggers… In a serious voice she said, "That can wait. First we need to talk."
Steve didn't like the sound of this. The uneasy feeling he had had in Bob Hampton's office came rushing back. Was Phyllis preparing to tell him that she was leaving him after all? Was there something wrong with the baby? Was there something wrong with her?
He sat on the settee, positioned his purse on the floor next to his feet, the box he held in his lap. He sat ramrod straight with his knees pressed tightly together.
Phyllis paced the width of the room in front of him, obviously struggling with what she had to say.
"Steve, I have something to confess. I was at the mall today, with several of my girlfriends. We ran into an old friend of mine, Larry. He was in town for a business convention. I wanted to be the one to tell you, before the rumors get back to you."
Steve swallowed twice and said, "Larry, the ex-football player? The guy who never met a mirror he didn't like?"
She nodded. "Exactly, so you remember him?"
"Yes, I do."
Phyllis sighed. "He was looking really fine today. He's still tanned and has retained all those sexy muscles. He has lost the crewcut. His black hair now curls around his ears. The other girls swooned when he flashed his purely whites at me."
Steve swallowed. "Wasn't he was the guy you were dating before me?"
Phil took a deep breath and summed up her courage to go on. "Actually, I was still seeing him while we were dating."
Steve's eyes opened wide and bulged out, his mouth hung open. His body tensed up from that body blow. Even though it was in the past, it was still a shock. Especially when she was bringing up now and acting this way.
Phyllis saw his reaction and rushed to say, "Before you get too upset, let me explain. Remember the first time we made love?"
Phyllis could see her husband was obviously distraught, but needed him to answer her question.
"Of course I do. It was in the backseat of my Dodge Charger."
"Now be honest with me, on a scale of 1 to 10 how was it for you?"
"That's not fair. There is no way I can answer that!" Was she telling him that she was leaving him because Larry was better in bed? What was he going to do?
Phyllis smiled and said, "You just did. I felt the same way. There was no special spark for me either. I knew from that moment there was never going to be any earth shaking sexual experiences between us. I think that lack of sexual chemistry is responsible for some of our marital problems. As a man, you were a good and considerate lover. But let's be honest. You were never anything special in the bedroom. You tried hard; but let's not confuse effort with success."
Phyllis's voice lost her normal tone of confidence and authority. Her voice grew soft and subdued. It was too late to turn back so she continued, "I have learned the key to great sex is communication. As Steve's wife I should have said something; but I never wanted to hurt your masculine pride.
"In my family, all of us girls were taught that our primary function in life was to be homemakers, mothers and wives. I was brainwashed into thinking enjoyment of sex was exclusively a male prerogative. A proper lady never wanted to come across as a tramp. So I didn't feel free to tell you what I wanted and what you were doing wrong. I kept hoping you would figure it out by my lack of enthusiasm. It never happened and we just drifted through our sex lives. On the other hand, Larry was the best no-strings attached hook-up I have ever had. He really rocked my boat, we had wild jungle sex every time we got together."
She watched as her husband's expression turned first to shock and then to grief.
Steve / Desiree got up out of the chair like he had been shot out of a cannon. The box he had been holding his lap spilled its contents on the floor as it fell. He walked over to the window where he stood looking out with his hands locked behind him. The sky was a soft shade of gray mixed with streaks of rose and pink from the setting sun. Steve couldn't say a thing as he continued to look off into the black distance with its fading streaks of rose. His continued silence made Phyllis increasingly uneasy so she turned on the lamp on the table. She sat down in a nearby armchair and leaned forward, hands clasped in front of her.
Determined to finish her explanation, she went on. "In comparison, even from the first time with you we never had sex, we made love. It was obvious that you loved me. I was torn, Larry was a self-centered bastard but a fantastic lover that was gifted at navigating a woman's body. I kept seeing him on the side to take care of my carnal impulses. I never had a thoughts of a long term relationship. He was a means of getting my rocks off, nothing more. You on the other hand had everything else I wanted in a mate.
"If you remember, we dated for a few months before I agreed on being exclusive. I stopped having sex with him after we reached that contract. You were a considerate lover and the man I loved. It finally come down to a decision between great sex and love. So I stopped seeing Larry so we could be together."
From his position at the window, Steve waited for the other shoe to drop. Knowing there was a BUT coming. He didn't have long to wait as Phyllis continued.
"It was apparent Larry was glad to see me despite the way I had treated him. We had a lovely chat and he invited me to lunch. Lunch became drinks and a lot of flirting. After several cocktails, the old urges came back. I was sorely tempted to let him ravish me. To make a long story short, he invited me back to his hotel room."
Phyllis stopped talking for a moment before she forced herself to go on.
"This is hard to say. It has been so long since I have had just a no-strings attached romp in the hay. I accepted his offer, hoping to rekindle some of the old magic."
Steve stood looking out, rocking back and forth on his heels. Steve felt everything in his life was spiraling out of control, starting to feel ill. He eventually found the nerve to say, "I assume you spent the afternoon in his room."
Phyllis jumped to her feet and moved toward her husband and said with as much conviction she could muster, "Oh heavens no. We both had driven our own cars to the mall. He gave me his room key and I went to freshen up, agreeing to meet Larry in his room. While I was in the loo, I gave the whole proposition a lot of thought. I decided an hour or two of sex wasn't worth risking our marriage and relationship. So I went out the side door and came home to the person I love."
Steve fought hard to keep from sobbing in relief but managed to get out, "I can understand how you would be tempted considering that I have not been a real man in so long."
Phyllis came storming back emotionally, scolding him. "It seems I think more of you than you think of yourself. True, your current condition is marginally your fault. If you hadn’t been fooling around with a hooker, you wouldn’t have been attacked by her pimp. But that is in the past and we love each other more than ever. At least, I love you."
Steve broke down and shed a storm of tears, "You don’t understand. Bob Hampton had a long talk with me before I left work today. He made it plain that I am no longer qualified to resume my old position. He told me I had to choose between being a mere secretary or working as a female undercover agent."
"Those are your only options?" Phyllis asked, her expression incredulous that Steve's expertise as an agent could be so easily discounted.
"No, he also said if I gave up dressing and acting like a woman, I could try to resume my old job. But with my current physical attributes, I don't see that as a viable option. I will try to be Steve again and give up on Desiree if that is what you want."
"What is it that you want?" It was all well and good that Steve would do this for her, but his happiness and comfort was also important to her.
"I'm not sure I want to give all this up, but I will try if it means we can stay together."
Steve looked at his wife. She walked to a chair and dropped into it. A single lonely tear fell to her lap.
"Honey, there is no way I am ever letting you go. I didn't mean to hurt you with what I told you. If we are to remain together we need to come to an understanding. I've been crying my eyes out since I got home, thinking about all we have lost as a couple. In our bedroom, like a good wife, I repressed my sexual needs, desires and hungers. I have needs that Steve was unable to fill. I can now see how my not telling you how I feel put our entire marriage in jeopardy. That ends as of now!"
With a smile on her face Phyllis continued. "It may be selfish of me. But I think we will both be happier if Desiree lives here. She is my best friend. Since Desiree has shown up, I feel empowered to actually ask and even demand what I want. I am free to take charge. I love being the dominate partner for a change. I would die on the inside if I lost Desiree. From my perspective you seem to enjoy being the submissive one. Tell me if I am wrong."
Steve stood there mute trying to decide what to say. He could clearly see how he had been an arrogant SOB, both in and out of the bedroom.
Phyllis pleaded, "For Pete's sake. Say something."
Steve turned to face his wife and wiped the tears from his eyes. "You keep talking about Steve and Desiree as if they are two different people. "But I'm the same person. Steve is Desiree!"
"No, you're wrong. Steve is the strong independent man of the house. Desiree is a meek, mild, needy young lady. One who looks to me for support and advice. When was the last time Steve ever asked me what to wear or how to comb his hair? It feels good to be needed. Can you understand that?"
Steve came to the decision that he wanted to save his marriage. Phyllis's confession to being tempted had upset him. He could now empathize with how much he had hurt her with his dalliances. He was determined to be honest and faithful from that moment on.
"No, you're right. I like it when you are the dominant one in our love making. As Steve, I always felt pressure to perform. As your submissive lesbian love partner, I can relax and enjoy being told what and how to perform. Being the docile one has allowed me to experience pleasures Steve never dreamed of."
Phyllis smiled at his response and said, "Let me ask a very personal question. From what I have been observing, you have more than accepted the change in gender roles. Whenever you've been given a choice, I notice you always pick the most feminine garments available. Do you envy women?"
"No, it's obvious I am going to be a female for possibly the rest of my life. So I decided I would try to emulate them. I always thought I was good as a man. If I am going to be a woman, I want to be the best, most feminine one I can be."
Phyllis smiled lovingly. "When I am with Desiree, there is an emotional closeness. A true sense of intimacy. That was never there with Steve. It sounds strange but being with Desiree makes me feel like a woman. More than that like a Goddess. Desiree is concerned with my pleasures without thought of reciprocation. We can talk later to figure out how to make your job work. Let's make a deal. I'll forget about Larry if you will."
Phyllis got her answer when Steve pulled her to him and the two clung to one another for the longest time. Eventually, Phyllis broke free and picked up the lingerie that was at their feet. She insisted that Desiree model it for her.
Smiling, Desiree rushed to their bathroom to put on the lingerie and freshen up while Phyllis went to pour a couple of glasses of red wine. The two met at the foot of their bed. Phyllis was surprised to see that he had changed his makeup from normal daywear to a more Lady Gaga look. Eyeliner and shadow heavy as a streetwalker. Phyllis casually remarked that, with his see-through lingerie and heavy makeup, he didn't look very lady like and Desiree retorted, "Who said I'm a lady? Tonight I only want to be your sex toy. Come play with me."
With hearts racing, hands trembling, and muffled cries of passion their first copulation didn't last long. What it lacked in tenderness it more than made up for in passion and animal lust. They united throughout the night and into the next morning as only people in love can.
During the ensuing trial days, Phyllis took over all but the most routine decisions around the house. The only decision Desiree was allowed to make was whether to wear 'underwire or soft cup.' Every day, Phyllis laid out his outfit and supervised his hair and makeup. He was shod exclusively in towering stilettos. His outfits quickly evolved, from business classy, to housewife attractive, to sexy, to ultra girly that moved to Kim Kardashian style club outfits ending up being almost trashy. It got so bad that one day, the bailiff would not allow Desiree into the courtroom. Steve had to rush into a 7-11 and buy a sweatshirt.
With her supremacy at home, Phyllis took a different tact. She refused to wear heels. Her outfits at first were neutral and androgynous with no makeup. That progressed into pants then for more formal occasions to pantsuits with a blazer and flats. When he commented on the disparity in their clothing, Phyllis jokingly dismissed his remark by saying, "One of us has to wear the pants around here." She softened any sting her words might have had by wrapping him in a loving hug and assuring him that she was only teasing and that, yes, she was experimenting with some role reversal.
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Weeks later, the big day finally arrived. As Daisy and Linda walked into the court house, Steve stood off to the side of the lobby and paced nervously back and forth waiting for Mr. Hampton to appear. The ladies walked right by without noticing him. He had been totally consumed by the trial every day since its beginning. He hadn't been to the office in weeks and he hadn't seen or even talked to his boss in all that time.
Yesterday, he had received a text message that Bob wanted to be at the courthouse for the finale. Bob was almost 30 minutes late so Steve called his office number. Surprisingly, Naomi answered the phone. When Steve said he was looking for Bob, Naomi laughed and said he was home sick. Concerned, Steve asked, "What's wrong? Nothing serious I hope."
This elicited a giggle from Bob's PA and she replied, "He got back from the doctor yesterday diagnosed with shingles and a condition called meteorism."
"Never heard of it."
"Very few have," Naomi said. "Its primary symptom is uncontrolled flatulence."
"What would cause that?"
"Nerves. With you being tied up in court you haven't been around the office recently. The day we sent Bob home with his first bra, his wife Margret went ballistic. She was waiting at my desk the next morning demanding an explanation. We went for coffee and had a heart to heart talk.
"She was aware of the fact Bob has a roving eye, but she didn't know about was his philandering since they moved here. I told her about his dalliances with prostitutes. She was furious and concerned he may have given her some disease.
"Her initial plan was to humiliate him by taking him bra shopping. We talked over possible revenge scenarios. I mentioned that after he hit on you as Desiree what your wife did to him. Making him think he had been dosed with female hormones. I even confessed that we ladies at work got so fed up with his sexist attitude we followed through on Phyllis's plan and have been feeding him our birth control pills.
"I was worried about how she might respond to that news. You wouldn't believe how surprised I was when she laughed so hard she couldn't breathe. After she regained her composure, she came up with a really Machiavellian idea. She suggested we continue with what we are doing. She has noticed her husband has been a lot more docile recently and she is enjoying the experience. In addition to the hormones we are feeding him, she planned to visit a health food store to purchase supplements that are thought to increase breast development. She assured me that her husband will be wearing bras from now on, the only question is how big his cup size will end up.
"We ended up going back to the office as the best of friends. She marched right into his office and dragged him out to go shopping. Being Miami with its beach culture, they went to one of the surfside boutiques. Despite his protests and under threat of divorce and scandal, she had him fitted for a string bikini. From there, they went to the closest tanning salon. Wearing the bikini, he spent the better part of an hour in a tanning bed. Every day since then, he has to skip lunch and go to his standing tanning appointment. According to Margret, he has lost ten pounds and now has a dark bikini tan line.
"She said that every time he disagrees with her, she threatens to make him sunbath on the beach. I guess the pressure just got to him. Should I tell him you called?"
Steve's smile had grown to the point where it felt like his face would split wide open. There was a smile in his voice as he responded, "No that's alright. I'll catch him when I get back to the office."
Steve put his phone into his purse and, after clearing security, went to Desiree's reserved seat in the gallery. He knew his mission was a total success. Not only was the madman Ivan going away for a long time, but a large number of network operatives had been rounded up. The data Daisy collected off Ivan's computer led to the mid-eastern terrorist cell that started this entire operation. They were disgruntled Muammar Gaddafi disciples looking for payback. They were now on a long forced vacation in Cuba.
He was as surprised as everyone when the plea agreement was announced. Amid the jubilation in the courtroom, he looked at his watched and realized he had several hours before his scheduled meeting with his doctor. He was concerned because the Viagra had stopped working and he continued to need frequent milking's. He wanted solutions so he decided to head that way to see if the doctor could squeeze him in early. He was desperate for answers.
He made good time to the office and told the receptionist he wanted to speak to the doctor. She explained that the doctor was with a patient and would see him as soon as she could. He took a seat and picked up an old copy of Good Housekeeping. He discovered a fascinating article about baking organic brownies. When no one was looking, he tore out the pages from the magazine and hid them in his purse. It was only a few moments later that the door opened and his wife walked out. She was wearing black denim jeans, white sneakers with a pale blue polo golf shirt.
Shocked, he said, "Phyllis? What are you doing here?"
She sat down next to him and put her purse between her feet. "I had an appointment for some tests."
"Tests? What's wrong are you sick?"
She shook her head no. Looking around she lowered her voice so no one else could hear. "No they were not that kind of test. Sweetheart, how long have you been going down on me?"
Bewildered at the question, his first thought was she had some kind of urinary problem. He thought and tried to count the weeks and could only guess, he proudly said, "Daily for about 8 weeks."
"Well Sherlock, does that tell you anything?"
Steve was puzzled, and answered "No, nothing I can think of."
Phyllis's smile covered her entire face. "How many days did we miss because of my period?"
At that moment, it hit him. "Are you saying you're pregnant?"
"Yes dear, the doctor says that I'm about four weeks along. It must have happened about the time your water works dried up. The good news you had just enough juice to get the job done."
Desiree jumped for joy and let out a yelp. There were scandalized looks at the sight of two woman hugging and kissing, but there were some indulgent looks as well. Desiree bother to do anything to clarify the situation when he announced, "She's having my baby."
That is when Desiree's name was called by the doctor's nurse. The two woman held hands and followed the nurse to the doctor's office. The doctor looked up from a pile of forms spread out across the desk as they took their seats. With a serious look on her face, she began, "Desiree let me ask, can you still function as a man in the bedroom?"
Steve put his head down in shame and stared at his hands in his lap. "No, not for a while, about four weeks I guess. Even when I doubled up on the Viagra, nothing happened."
"That is a long time to go without sexual gratification. How are you handling that and getting sexual relief?"
"Phyllis has been giving me all the sexual pleasure I need. I'm still sensitive down there. It feels great when Phyllis plays with me. It just doesn't get firm."
The doctor made notes in Steve's file then turned back to Desiree, "How often are you milking?"
"I pump morning, noon and night."
The doctor wrote something else in her notebook. "Does that relieve breast pressure?"
"Well Phyllis helps when she nurses on me nightly." The doctor looked at Steve over the rim of her glasses. "And what else aren't you telling me?"
"Well I do leak during the day, enough that I stain my clothes. So to remain discreet I wear disposable Nursing Pads between nursings."
That got an eyebrow lift out of the doctor. "From what you told my nurse when you requested this appointment the volume and frequency of your milking is an issue."
Steve answered "Yes, the requirement to milk has become pain. It's embarrassing to have to run off to the lavatory at work to milk myself. If I don't milk frequently, my breasts swell and become quite uncomfortable. How long will I continue to produce?"
"That is a matter of hormones. A woman produces milk for as long as she continues to nurse or pump. I have one patient that has been breastfeeding for three years. There are medications that can dry you up. If that is what you want."
Before Steve could respond, Phyllis spoke, "No thank you doctor, I like my husband just the way she is."
Steve looked at his wife and started to comment. Phyllis shushed him and said, "Not now dear, we'll talk about this in private."
The doctor, with an amused expression on her face, turned to her patient, "Now that issue is off the table. Steve, I have your latest lab results here. I'm sorry to say your testosterone levels are close to zero. Conversely, your female hormone levels are super high almost off the chart."
"What does that mean?"
The doctor took off her glasses and made eye contact with her patient, "In my medical opinion, it means Steve is gone, in all likelihood forever. With the physical changes taking place in your body, it would be my recommendation that your best chance of leading a normal life is if you present yourself as a woman."
Phyllis's heart jumped for joy, while Steve became light headed, slumped and slid off his chair onto the floor. Both the doctor and Phyllis rushed to his aid and assisted him back into his seat.
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During the car ride home, Phyllis explained her objection to the medication. "Honey, I realize it has been a rather traumatic afternoon. I need you to answer me honestly. Are you happy about the baby? If not there are certain things I can do."
"Oh heavens no. I'm delighted we are going to have a baby."
Hearing her husband affirm her own feelings made her so happy that she felt light-headed.
"Alright. Question number two. How do you feel about having to live as Desiree? I know you never held a high opinion of women, now you is one." They had had this conversation before, but having a baby made it more important.
Phyllis held her breath waiting for the answer. Steve chewed on his lower lip and took his time before answering. "This is hard for me to admit. When you forced me to live as Desiree, I wasn't happy about the situation. I resented you and everyone else who forced me to become a second class person. I came close to quitting my job, packing up and running off."
Phyllis laughed and said, "Buster, it would have been a race to the door. I can't tell you how many times I thought about leaving you. So let's cut to the bottom line. How do you feel about having to live life as a woman?"
Steve stared out the window lost in thought after several minutes he responded in a weak and indecisive voice.
"There are a lot of things that I have come to appreciate. I simply love the variety of clothes I get to wear instead of the bland old suits Steve always wore. Desiree has developed friendships unlike anything Steve ever had. The girls at the office have been wonderful. Even our relationship has blossomed into more of a friendship and our sex life is spectacular.
Those things are all positives. However I'm having a hard time excepting the fact I'll never be a functioning man again. I'll surly miss our husband and wife intimacies. However since you asked for honesty. I'll tell you penetration was always the focal point of our love making.
"We now do more to bring each other pleasure with our mouths, tongues and fingers than my ding-a-ling ever did. Hell even kissing is now a trip to nirvana. Even if I could, I'm not sure I would want to go back to what we had. How about you, will you miss your husband Steve?"
"Honey, I don't want to hurt your feelings. It may be the dormant lesbian in me; but Desiree does things for me that manly Steve never did. She is the most caring considerate partner a woman could ever ask for. To be truthful, I find that giving pleasure to her only heightens my own enjoyment."
Phyllis stole a quick glance at her husband trying to read his reaction. She was rewarded with a grin that went from ear to ear. She merged into the slow lane so she could concentrate on their discussion.
"We both seem to agree that our sex life is better like this. But being Desiree is a lot more than just bedroom gymnastics. How does Steve feel being daytime Desiree?"
Steve needed time to think so he adjusted the seatbelt so it ran between his breasts. Once he was comfortable, he continued, "I'm ashamed to admit that, as a man, I objectified all women. Certainly, I never considered them as intellectual equals. In my family, male chauvinism was something to be proud of. We were taught to believe men are superior to women."
Pushing a lock of hair out of his eyes, he focused on Phyllis to gauge her reaction. Her body language revealed nothing, she remained focused on the road ahead and gave no indication of being upset at what he was saying. So he took a deep breath and continued, "Thanks to all that's happened to me. I now have a totally different perspective on life."
"A new prospective how so?"
He shrugged. "That could take all night. Let's start with the obvious. I never really grasped how much effort a woman goes through to look presentable. Like most men I paid lip service to the concept; but until you live it you can't appreciate all that goes into it. You make me jealous the way you wake up looking beautiful. It takes me an hour to just look presentable."
Phyllis took one hand off the wheel and waved that comment away as if it was too trivial to bother with.
Steve went on, "When I was a man, I would run a comb through my hair and use an electric razor to shave on the way to work. Now that I'm a woman I fret over a million small details. Does my outfit match, what accessories should I wear? Am I putting on weight, do I need a foundation garment. Are my nails, hair, and makeup perfect, what perfume should I use? I'm exhausted before I get out the door."
Phyllis pulled up to a stop light and turned to her husband. "Steve, you keep talking about yourself in the feminine gender. Is that how you see yourself?"
"That's complicated. I have had what by all measures is a successful life and career. I was always the go to guy. The mission came first, no matter who I had to steamroll to get it done. Take poor Jack for instance, he was merely a means to an end. In all honesty, I never really liked myself. I was more and the end justifies the means person. Not someone that was very likable. Even at work I was tolerated because of the bottom line.
"That's really disturbing Steve, but you didn’t answer my question. How do you see yourself?"
"How do I see myself you ask, as a despicable human being? I would not blame you for leaving me."
Phyllis pulled her husband to her and they both shared a brief cry. If the car behind them and had not honked they might still be in the loving embrace.
Phyllis drove on. Desiree searched into her purse for a pack of tissues. The two lady's shared them.
Once he had composed himself, Steve went on, "I realize now that your conduct toward me was an attempt to restore my humanity. Did I feel humiliated? At first I was embarrassed. Believing most people saw me as a man pretending to be a woman. My male friends always made fun of people like that. The guys at work were vicious in their comments and insinuations.
"But as I became more comfortable with myself that changed over time. I'm the same person I was several months ago. But by simply wearing a dress and being the proud owner of a pair of breasts, my IQ dropped in the eyes of my contemporaries. As a woman, if I know something or have an operational opinion, I'm encouraged to conceal it as best I can. The last few weeks have shaken my belief system to its very core. Men are not superior to woman. Quite the contrary. Being a woman allows me the freedom of my feelings. I don't have to keep everything bottled up. If I feel sad I cry, if I'm happy I laugh. It is gloriously empowering."
Steve reached out and placed his hand on top of his wife's. "I found that I liked who Desiree was a lot more than I did Steve. I now wear my perceived womanhood as a badge of honor. I found that, as a woman, I have to fight to get my ideas accepted. Being an underdog and winning is very gratifying. I am accepted for what I can do. Being Desiree hasn't diminish who I am or what I can do.
"Now I admire all woman, not for their femininity or beauty but because they have accomplished so much despite being held down by jerks like the old Steve."
"If it was possible would you want to go back to being the old Steve?"
"I don't think that is possible. I know what the doctor said about my body. That is not what I am referring to. My very essence has become more feminine than masculine. I want our relationship to continue. I'm not sure how I can continue to be your husband when I feel more like a woman than a man. Please forgive me."
They pulled into their driveway. Phyllis had one more question for her husband. "From what I am hearing, you are happy with the way things are concerning your body. Do you still find me attractive sexually or do you consider yourself to be gay or transgender?"
Blowing out a breath of air in a big sigh of resignation, he stiffened his spine and with a false air bravado answered. "I hate labels. I like feeling like a woman. Does that make me a transgender? I don't know. All I can tell you is I am not sexually attracted to men. If I was trans would you leave me?"
"Don't be silly Desiree, we will always be married. Our roles may be somewhat altered from the traditional husband and wife. We can work out the particulars of who does what to whom later."
"However until you're a mother and a wife. You can't be a true woman. The wife part is easy.
"The mother criteria is a little more complicated, but doable. With me having our baby, I think it only fair we share all the parenting responsibilities and I do mean all. Our baby is going to have two loving mothers."
"But honey I have a job to go to. I will help at night when I get home."
"That's not sharing that's helping. Your office has an attached nursery right? You can take the baby with you to work and leave it at the daycare center."
"Yes, but I have a job to do."
"I don't expect you to quit your job. You get a noon time break, there is no reason you can't drop in on the nursery and feed our child during lunch. We will both nurse our baby, it will provide an excellent bonding experience for all of us. I'll take the 2 AM feedings and you do all the others. Before you say anything, this is not open to discussion."
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Chapter 42 - The Trial and Its Consequences
During the trial, Daisy was required to be in attendance every day. He didn't always sit in the gallery; but was available if called to testify. Linda was his constant companion and body guard. HLS had issued her a pistol in case one of Ivan’s mob felt the need to take Daisy out. The government used the data collected from Ivan's computer to build their case against the defendant. The entire courtroom was amazed at what they heard. Step by step, it was shown that Ivan's network was as intricate as a spider web. Not only was he involved in terrorism, he was a big time money launderer and was the largest loan shark in Florida. The real bombshell came with the revelation that from his days with the KGB, he had sleeper agents throughout the country.
Daisy missed going to the club and being with his friends. He tried several times to stop by for a visit but the federal marshals strongly suggested he stay clear. Ivan still had friends on the loose that would like nothing better than prevent Daisy from testifying. He was on standby to testify about the chain of custody of Ivan's computer data. Daisy had been deposed by both sides in the case. The defense tried to make it appear Jack had fabricated the entire thing. He was made to describe in excruciating detail, how he had acquired the data and smuggled it off the boat. Daisy left the room feeling like a total tramp. Thankfully, Linda was there for him and the two had spent the night drinking wine and cuddling on the couch.
After court adjourned, Linda took Jack/Daisy to a series of doctors for examinations where he received the horrendous news he had been chemically castrated. The doctor further informed Jack that the breast inserts could be removed but there was so much natural breast growth Jack would always remain well endowed. To such an extent he would be the envy of most biological females.
The only other option offered by the doctor would be a total mastectomy of both breasts. This all resulted in a need for professional counseling.
The plastic surgeon speculated that if he had the double mastectomy he could make Jack look more masculine. But at best, he would be rather androgynous. He recommended that Jack give some serious thought to going the other direction and undergo SRS. It took Jack several days to digest all the medical information. After considerable, thought he rejected those options. Jack had become addicted to the pleasures of living as a female; but had no desire to actually become a woman. With Linda's love and support, Jack decided to postpone all surgeries for now.
Mother Nature had given him this body, with the assistance of Rose, Linda and Ivan. He wanted time to decide on the direction of his future life. He was resigned to the fact he must live in it for now!
The only thing that Linda insisted upon was taking Jack in for total laser hair removal. Jack would never have to shave again. After only a few visits, Daisy was as smooth as a baby's behind. Despite the fact that it was painful, as a gift to Linda, he took his technicians aside and talked them into denuding his genitals and the surrounding terrain.
After weeks of testimony, Ivan's trial was almost over. Linda yanked the blanket off Daisy and said, "Come on my Lady of the Perky Nipples, it's a dazzling morning, get out of bed. We have a big day ahead of us. The case against Ivan should go to the jury today and we both need to be there for that. Use the bathroom and I will lay out an outfit for you."
Jack grumbled, "Linda, I hate the fact you are such a morning person."
As Jack returned to their bedroom, he glided with effortless ease. Out of habit, Jack always walked in a flowing rhythm with a slight sway and swing to his hips. Linda stood at her observation post and watched with a great deal of pride as her protégé sat at the vanity and methodically swept an ivory comb through his long hair. The tresses were so luscious and long now that they had become one of his best features. When Jack sat up straight, his hair draped down his back and reached past his shoulder blades. Jack stood and dropped his robe where it fell in a fluffy heap. Daisy pirouetted on his toes and posed for Linda.
"My Lord - Daisy you make one bodacious woman. Where have you been all my life?"
Spreading his arms, Jack said, "Linda, you know that this flower has been in hibernation, I was a mere seedling when you took me under your tutelage, and it took your stern and uncompromising cultivation to get it to bloom into the radiant flower you see before you now."
"Damn, I do good work! Daisy you are my girl and tonight if things go as planned, I am going to deflower that pretty little ass of yours!"
Blushing fiercely, Jack looked over his shoulder at his posterior and commented, "It's not so little anymore."
Linda laughed and said, "Girl, I admit you got some serious junk in that trunk. I just can't leave it alone."
She reached over and grabbed the bottle of Daisy's pheromone laced perfume and poured a copious amounts on her hands and rubbed the perfume into his plump rear end. Some flowed down his crack and puddled on the floor. Then Linda wiped up the spill and handed her roommate, today's outfit. Jack examined the dress Linda had selected.
"Linda, this sun dress is awfully low-cut in front; it exposes my 'girls' for the whole world to see."
Smiling, Linda replied, "I know sweetheart; it's the exhibitionist in me, I just love to show off your gorgeous figure. Please wear that outfit for me, pretty please!"
"OK, Linda, I'll wear it; but just for you."
"It better be just for me, remember I'm armed!"
Jack made a scrunchy face at Linda and said, "You only have that puny 38 in your purse." He made a dramatic gesture of hold up his boobs in his hands and said, "On the other hand I have these lovely set of 44 magnums. It's no contest."
Putting on his bra, Jack started to complain. "Linda, this is the last time I let you do my laundry. You shrunk my bra. Look I am spilling out of this damn thing."
Linda chortled out loud. "Silly, the fact that your bra can't contain your copious assets has nothing to do with the laundry. I am afraid you are still growing. The endocrinologists told me that "those estrogen implants from the doctor in Mexico are still flooding your system.
As Jack stuffed his jugs into the hopelessly overmatched cups he continued to bellyache, "Linda, this bra is so uncomfortable. Isn't there something else I can wear?"
"Stop whining Daisy. There's a sexy lingerie shop in the strip mall across from the courthouse. Here's $100. Go buy yourself something special after the trial, I want to celebrate with you tonight. We can both get dressed up. Then go find a lesbian club and get out and have some fun. What do you say?"
"All right Linda. But why must I wear these heels? Stilettos are hard enough but these 6 inch skyscraper needle heels were never made for walking."
"You will wear them because I say so, and besides they are the only ones you have that go with your outfit. Watching you from behind in those is pure poetry. Besides, you handle stilettos better than a Las Vegas showgirl. I just love the way you half mince and half prance in those shoes. It's so ladylike. Now stop complaining. Those needle heels are only a little more difficult than standard stilettos. You have been wearing heels like that for months."
Linda handed Daisy a present. It was brand new long strap shoulder purse. It was bright yellow with a large white Daisy for a clasp. Slinging it over his shoulder, the purse rested comfortably on Jack's hip. Linda checked her watched and noticed the time. "We have to get going."
The two hotly dressed ladies headed for the courtroom in a jovial mood. Twenty minutes later, the women had passed through the security check and taken their seats in the courtroom.
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The entire courtroom sat in stunned silence. Minutes before the case was to be handed over to the jury, the defense came to a plea agreement. The bailiff announced Ivan had pleaded guilty and consented to fully cooperate with the government in rounding up all his deep cover people.
"Linda, does this mean the government is finished with me? I won't have to testify and I can come out of hiding."
Linda nodded. "Yeah, I believe so, Daisy."
At that point, Ivan's lawyer came over to Daisy and handed him a handwritten note. With trepidation Daisy opened it. After several minutes Daisy broke into a huge grin. Linda asked, "What is it?"
"It's a note from Ivan. He says part of his plea agreement allows for conjugal visits. As his fiancé, he's invited me to join him."
A concerned Linda looked at Daisy and asked, "What are you going to tell him?"
"I was thinking of saying no thank you. My sexuality is still a bit confusing, but right now I am leaning toward being a committed lesbian."
Just then, the courtroom doors flung open and a horde of reporters burst into the room. A news blackout had been in place for the duration of the trial. But now the trial was over and the judge's ruling was no longer in effect. TV and newspaper photographers were everywhere. Linda frantically attempted to conceal her face, but the two attractive women, one who was rumored to be a man, received more than their fair share of attention.
Out of desperation, Linda dragged Daisy through the horde and out of the courtroom, seeking sanctuary in the ladies room. Linda pushed Daisy into the lavatory and braced her back against the door to ensure they would have some privacy.
"Daisy, we need to talk. All of these reporters have changed everything. I am a lesbian and proud of it. My customers are fully aware of it. It actually works to my advantage, when a woman turns her husband, boyfriend, boss, or son over to my control she feels at ease knowing my sexual preferences. If we openly lived together as lovers, there is a chance someone could put two and two together and realize you are one of my prior male students. That would destroy my reputation and my business.
"Daisy, you have just been outed by ever major newspaper in the country. I can explain my presence with you today, but that charade won't hold up for long. Daisy, I love you but I don't think it is fair for you to ask me to give up my career."
Jack's head spun, the shock of Linda's words bringing him close to fainting. He swallowed as a sudden lump formed in his throat. Stiffening his back, he looked to the side to prevent Linda from seeing the tears in his eyes.
Then he responded naively. "Linda, we can skip the formal commitment ceremony and still live together as a couple. I will support us by working at the bar. The girls are talking profit sharing and I can make enough for us to exist. I'll make you happy."
Linda totally missed the dedication that Daisy was putting forth and actually snickered at his offer.
"No honey, I don't want to just exist. I have become accustomed to a very lavish life style. People pay very good money for my services and I am not prepared to sacrifice all that just so that we can live together. I have to think about my career. We can never be together openly. It won't look right, me living with an ex-client. I will get you your own apartment. Then I can stop by at nights when I have no client responsibilities. We can have a great life, but we have to keep in on the down low."
"Holy crap, Linda. It sounds like what you want is a mistress. I'll not be anyone's concubine!"
Linda stepped forward and took Daisy in her arms as she said, "I guess you can look at like that, but I love you and that's the only way we can be together."
Just as quickly, Linda moved from being warm and friendly to being all business. "Daisy, you go do your shopping; I have to get to HLS office to finish up some paperwork and pickup my paycheck. We'll meet at our apartment at 5 PM and we can talk more about this then. Once we finish talking we both are going to get shitfaced. I will bring the booze home."
As Daisy snuck out the door looking for an avenue of escape. Linda softly mumbled under her breath, "Then my little flower I am going to fuck your brains out!"
Daisy turned and said, "Did you say something?"
"No Daisy, I just said pick something with flowers on it. Now get going."
Jack had a lot of thinking to do. He found an empty back staircase and found himself all alone on the courthouse steps. He headed to the one place where he was most at home, the Pink Pussycat club.
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Daisy strolled towards the club, slowed by the fact his feet were killing him. Despite all the training he had been subject to, he was unsteady in the needle heels on the uneven pavement.
The announcement of Ivan’s plea deal had sent his feeling soaring. He had not felt that good in months. Then in one brief instant, the realization of his true status in life came crashing down on him. His aspirations, his dreams for the future, his self-respect were thrown into the dumpster by Linda's brusque demotion of their relationship. The euphoria he had felt at the end of the trial evaporated like the morning dew on a summer's morn. He was tired of being used by people and then thrown away.
He thought to himself, 'I've played the victim one too many times. Well things are going to be different this time. I'll give Linda a night of her dreams. That lesbian will be unable to resist my feminine charms. That's one promise I make. I'll have Linda begging for me, and then I'll be the one that says adios and walk away. That will be my revenge, let's see how she handles rejection.'
Entering the familiar confines of the club, Daisy gathered all the girls. After hugs and kisses were exchanged, they all sat down for a meeting, an explanation and a confession. Jack started the recitation off by apologizing to everyone and claiming that he was a pathetic person and not worthy of their friendship. He related how he had come to the club as an interloper, as a spy, an undercover agent.
Jack recounted his entire story, from HLS recruitment, Rose's feminine lessons, Rose's hateful outing in the bar, Linda's harsh training, his kidnapping and surgery in Mexico, Ivan and his marriage proposal, Linda's proposal, and retraction. Jack reluctantly talked about falling in love with Ivan, only to be betrayed. How Ivan offered to sell him to his business partner. He discussed his escape, and Ivan's arrest and trial.
By the time Jack was finished, the girls had gone through two boxes of tissues. Jack related how terrified he had been on his first day on the job, "I felt like an impostor, I wasn't like the rest of you. I was better, I wasn't a freak. I was out of place, I was miserable. I was parallel parking in a diagonal universe. Friends, we all came here for different reasons, for some it was a fetish, some a lifestyle and", smiling at Donna, "some of us as punishment for past transgressions. Most of us felt a shame at what we are. But today I believe we have all forged an alliance of proud, dignified, and strong individuals. I had heard every stereotype out there about the TG community. I brought my prejudices and preconceived notions with me into this bar. But what I found was anything but the prototypical gay cross dressers. You girls showed me true strength does not come from physical capacity. Rather it comes from an indomitable spirit."
Jack became lost in his own mind remembering a book he once read about "There is a line written over the Oracle of Delphi that best translates into 'Know thyself.' By the time the maxim made its way to the likes of Socrates and Plato, it came to mean 'Learning how to be who you are.' I had to overcome the personal demons that were foisted on me by an evil and vial wife. The canker of my bitterness and hate was slowly replaced with hope, love, and happiness thanks to the friendship and support of you lovely people. I owe you all my life."
Using a tissue to wipe his nose, Daisy went on, "I found at this club nothing but cordiality and companionship. I was welcomed by you girls almost immediately. Your acceptance made my life worth living, before coming here my life was nothing more than survival. But thanks to you all, I am now living and not just existing." Staring directly at Candy he said, "I haven't stopped smiling for weeks thanks to y'alls."
With deep anguish Jack continued, "Our lifestyle makes a lot of men more than a little uncomfortable. I witnessed and was subjected to reprehensible conduct by most of the customers, but I was able to persevere because of you girls. I saw you ridiculed, debased and humiliated daily. You were knocked down day after day yet everyone just kept getting up. It renewed my faith in the human race. Donna once said I was her idol, well girls you were all my inspiration. I quickly learned to respect you all, and eventually came to cherish your friendship.
"I actually feel that I flourished here and evolved into a better person. I have not only changed my view of girls like you, but more importantly I changed how I viewed myself. Over the weeks I have been here, my self-image has morphed so often I don't know who I am most of the time. Hell, I changed my self-image more often than I changed my underwear. For a while I was a man in disguise, but over time that disguise was absorbed into my personality. Depending on the day and my emotional mindset I was either a drag queen, or sissy, or a fairy, or a fagot. Those were the times I wanted to die. Then thanks to your love and understanding, I moved up fluctuating between being a transvestite, a woman wannabe, a trans-woman, a transsexual, hell at times I felt like a royal Queen. As Homer pointed out, it's not the destination; it's the journey that makes life. I am still not positive I have reached my final goal. I do know that I may be genetically a male, but I am no longer a man, nor do I ever want to be one again. I can't say this lifestyle is for everyone. What I do know is that I would have missed out on more happiness than I could have imagined had I listened to the skeptic in my soul."
Smiling at his posse he continued, "I can in all honesty say that I love every one of you. I hate putting labels on people but without hesitation I know I can label all of you as 'Ladies.' You are the only family I have left. I feel like we are all sisters and just as close as any blood relative could ever be. I know I loved my job here in the club. I freely proclaim my love for you ladies to the highest mountain. I may not be able to define it, but I take great pride in what I am and what I have become. Now let's plan for the future!"
Jack went over improvements for the club that had occurred to him. Georgette piped in that his brother 'would' agree to profit sharing or else he would get his peepee wacked. "Ladies, if my brother insists that this continue to be a freak show, I promise you he will become our star attraction. Donna, do you still have your old outfits, keep them handy we may find a use for them."
The girls all had a good laugh picturing Phil, or should we say the new Philomena, prancing around in a tight miniskirt, 5 inch heels, heavy garish makeup and gigantic water balloon tits.
Then they got down to business. They discussed a number of ideas to make the club more profitable and classy. It was unanimous that no one would ever again be forced to work in the club. The goal of every girl would be to create an illusion of femininity that was a compliment to all women. Anything that demeans woman would not be tolerated. Customers would respect each other and all the help. Anything else would be unacceptable.
Jack, with his computer expertise, volunteered to set up a web site and an electronic reservation system for the club.
Sue an admitted TV, suggested they have an armature night. The club could keep a set of costumes, wigs, shoes, etc. and one night a week men could agree to experience a night of being a classy cocktail waitress. Each volunteer would be paired with a regular waitress. She would help with the dressing and makeup… (A mini transformation service). The ground rules would be clearly spelled out. It would not be acceptable to ridicule anyone. There would be no caricatures, no drag queens; everyone would attempt to create illusions, the most realistic as possible. The club would simply provide the local community excuses to dress up and have fun without being judged. If we do this right, the volunteers might even feel comfortable in bring in their female companions.
Paula, another TV, suggested 'Bunny' night, ears, tails the whole thing. There wasn't a great deal of interest shown by the girls so the idea was tabled for now.
Candy wanted a 'Southern Bell' night, with hooped skirts, fans and parasols. Everyone thought that had a lot of potential.
Sophie suggested a western night. All the regulars could get all gussied up and become Kitty's saloon girls. The only argument was over who would have be Matt Dillon.
Donna proposed a 50's night. She had located a source for bullet bras and poodle skirts.
Bubbles wanted a Marilyn Monroe night. Libby wanted a 'Prom night'. The ideas flowed like water. Eventually, everyone had to return to work.
A giddy Jack headed off to the strip mall, convinced his plan was going to work. He was already envisioning franchising the club. Jack found himself skipping along, humming the Helen Reddy tune, 'I Am Woman Hear Me Roar', and thinking glorious thoughts about making mad passionate love. It had been months since he had been muff diving, but cunnilingus was like riding a bike, you never forget how. The only disconcerting thing was the face of his partner was always bleary, he would focus on Linda, but the face kept morphing into a woman with long red hair, freckles and green eyes.
On the way to the strip mall, Jack passed a flower shop and then a beauty salon. 'What the hell' he thought. 'I may not have an appointment but maybe they can squeeze me in. If I can't win Linda with logic, I will seduce her with my beauty. If that fails I will use oral arguments to convince her she can't live without me. I need to look my very best.'
Jack entered the beauty shop without an appointment and gave the receptionist his sob story and begged her for an appointment. The receptionist called the owner over and explained the situation to her. The story about trying to win a lover back who had threatened to leave resonated with the twice divorced woman.
"Tonight was her one chance to win 'him' back," toned Jack.
Once that explanation was out, the bond of womanhood took over. The owner promised Daisy 'the works' and she even called in girls from their day off to help. Jack was immediately ushered to a chair still warm from its previous occupant who had relinquished her appointment to help this total stranger. Jack sat on his throne like a queen bee with half a dozen workers swarming around him, tinting, curling, painting, and primping. Two hours passed quickly, filled with feminine chatter.
Standing and looking into the mirror, Jack was overwhelmed with emotion, he didn't think he had ever looked this good. His hair glistened it was so shiny. It was styled in the most feminine fashion with large flowing curls. Daisy just stared at the breathtakingly beautiful woman he had become, and wondered what had ever become of Jack.
He stood there glowing in his femininity. The makeup was a bite more dramatic than was his normal preference. The sequined eye shadow was a bit over the top. Nevertheless, it was perfect for his planned seduction. His lips were like two plump pillows. They were colored in a bold red that would make Lady Gaga do a double take. His thin high arching eyebrows were accentuated by white highlights that were blended right into the brow. His nails have been extended and colored perfectly to match is lips. Jack hugged each girl as a thank you, not a one would take even a tip for their services. A guilty Jack bought a shopping bag of cosmetics, more as an act of gratitude than of need. A choked up Jack became misty eyed and on the verge of tears. Seeing the potential for disaster, the entourage of beauticians threatened Daisy if she screwed up all their hard work. Jack sashayed to the door, feeling like he was floating rather than walking.
With the cheers of "Good Luck, go get him" ringing in his ears, Jack exited the store, feeling like Cinderella and struggling with his new purse and a shopping bag overflowing with beauty products. He immediately encountered the flower shop, where he stopped and gaped at his refection in the window, his breasts were predominantly displayed in the open low cut dress. Jack loved the way they swayed when he walked. 'My goodness, I am being aroused by my own refection', thought Jack. 'Linda selected this exhibitionist outfit now she will have to deal with consequences. There is no way that luscious lesbian can resist me now.'
Jack ducked into the florist and purchased two box loads of flowers. One box containing a dozen long-stemmed roses - red for passion and the other box containing white Daisies wrapped in a sprig of baby's breath. An invigorated Jack headed for the strip mall burdened with his packages.
The jubilation he had enjoyed at the end of the trial had been destroyed with Linda's possible abandonment. However, the camaraderie he found in the club followed by the beauty salon rejuvenated Jack. He was again confident that his planned seduction would succeed. Walking, he felt his large breasts struggling to escape the snug confines of his undersized bra. Glancing down at his cleavage Jack smiled at the ponderous amounts of flesh on display. Jack spoke softly to no one in general and said, "God is in his heaven and all's right with the world."
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Following the trail Bob had signed out at work and hurried home to be with his wife Margret. After a delicious dinner of golden beer-battered cod with chips, he poured them each a strong drink and they sat in the lounge enjoying the evening sunset through their large plate glass window. Bob stood and took off his suit coat, put his hands at the small of his back, and arched his spine which accentuated his new feminine charms.
He started off, “Honey, look at me and tell me how to you see me?”
"Why whatever do you mean?"
"I mean do you see your husband standing here, or do you only see a hermaphrodite?"
Margret was flustered at the bluntness of the question. After an intentionally long pregnant pause, Bob continued, "Margret, I've never had any desire to wear woman's clothes. I'm not a fool, I have known from the beginning what you and the ladies at work have been doing to me. The reasons behind why the ladies at work did this are easy to understand. My question is what your motivation was?"
Margret braced herself for a massive fight. She decided to unleash her pent up anger and let the chips fall where they may.
"Alright you asked for it. For the past 18 years, you have been a real asshole. You treated me more like a servant than a wife. After I had a talk with your secretary, I saw an opportunity for some payback. That was even more diabolical because it knocked you off your high horse and humiliated you. Watching you squirm set my heart fluttering. I had hoped you wouldn't recognize I was causing your feminine development until it was too late."
Bob laughed, "Like I believed your sudden interest in health foods. A simple google inquiry told me the herbal supplements you have been feeding me have but one purpose, increased breast tissue growth. I was angry at first. I even contacted a divorce lawyer."
Margret became pale. Bob went over to her and held her hands. "I couldn't go through with it. I know our marriage hasn't been perfect. But I still love you and consider you my best friend. Hell, you’re probably my only friend! Anyway, I did a lot of soul searching. My shingles were a direct result of the stress this has produced. I also went to see our in house psychologist. It took several long sessions but he helped me to see I've been a real sexist. My curiosity about crossdressing prompted him to administer a series of standard tests to ascertain my true gender identity.
"The good news is I am firmly in the heterosexual camp. He also had me take a complete physical to see if what I had been digesting had done any harm. Luckily, there is no damage. Feeding birth control pills to an adult male has little to no affect. Aside from a tendency for water retention and nipple sensitivity. Which I find rather enjoyable.
"He also gave me a number of self-help books to read. The doctor is a behaviorist. His conclusions were I have always been a self-centered individual, concerned primarily with my professional successes. My relationships with women in general revealed that deep down I felt women were put on earth for my gratification. I have spent a life time disrespecting not only you but woman in general. I had never given any thought to what my actions meant to the women around me.
"Through his help I came to understand if there is to be absolution, I needed to be punished. My feminization is really a kind of karma payback, it is a justified penance for past indiscretions. The doctor pointed out that whether you knew it or not the punishment you selected fit my crime.
"Understanding that, I sort of went with the flow to see how far you would go and where it would lead."
Bob knelt at his wife's feet so that he was eye level with his wife. "Now here is the shocking news. I don't think I want to go back to the old me. Don't misunderstand me being a women is not my desired end state.
"However, I realize that if a pair of embryonic boobs can alter my life outlook drastically. I'm prepared to keep them, if that makes you happy. With these there is no way I could ever be contemptful to any woman again. Any ridicule should rightfully be heaped on my head. It's a well-deserved feminist vengeance."
Margret had a confused expression on her face. She had expected an angry outburst and instead found the man she fell in love with kneeing at her feet. "Excuse me dear, are you saying you're not upset with me?"
"Yes dear, that is exactly what I am saying. I would like to experiment a bit more to see if my new found enlightenment is permanent or a temporary thing."
An excited Margret inquired, "How are you planning on doing that?"
"I will keep my boobs as a badge of honor. Then with your help and advice, I am plan on taking a few days off and live as Bobbie, your helpmate. I want to ascertain how my life could be improved if I spend the time in full feminine mode."
Margret sat there with her mouth agape as Bob went on, "Will you take me shopping, I can't wear your clothes so I guess I will need a little of everything. Could you also give me pointers in makeup and feminine deportment? I guess what I am asking is could you by my teacher in the school of womanhood?"
Margret fell into his arms and they shared a tender moment.
Bob, pushed her back his eyes got dark and mean and he and went on. "However, my subordinates need to be punished, even if their motives were well intentioned. The fact that the women did this to me is a serious breach of security and put my mental health at risk. An entry will have to go into their personnel file.
"It is my intention to return to work next week in full swishy drag, maybe even a little flamboyant."
Bob pushed his wife's mouth shut. "My goal is to shock the hell out of them. I will tell them their efforts have persuaded me to fully transition."
"But couldn't that cost you your job?"
"I have talked this all through with our psychologist. He'll cover for me and he agrees this could be a great teaching point for the busybodies in my office.
"If they thought I was a terror before, wait until they meet the new Bobbie, the aggressive lesbian. Workplace relationships between men and woman are frowned upon. But ladies going out shopping, long lunches and drinks after work will now be required in the name of team building."
Bob ran one hand gently across his wife's face. "You are the love of my life, I won't do this unless you are with me 100%. If you agree to this plan I promise you that my behavior will change here in the house, we will become a team. I'll never put my needs ahead of yours. The housework will become my responsibility, starting with all the cleaning and laundry. I have 18 years of transgressions to make up for. One more thing, I've always wanted to learn to cook and bake. Will you teach me how?"
Margret grabbed her husband by the ears and forced their faces together where they shared a passionate tongue wrestling kiss. When they broke she breathlessly said. "Yes dear, on one condition."
"What's that?"
"I want Bobbie to take lessons in love making. Bob has always been the aggressor in the boudoir. I was there to satisfy his need. For instance he insisted I go down on him. I think it's time Bobbie return the favor."
"When you hold resentment toward another, you are bound to that person by an emotional link that is stronger than steel. Forgiveness is the only way to dissolve that link and get free."
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Chapter 43 - A Reunion of Sorts
There is no love without forgiveness and there is no forgiveness without love.
Jack was on a mission. He barged through the front doors of the lingerie shop like a bargain hunter on Black Friday. As he entered the shop, he stopped to get the lay of the land. Off to one side were two middle-aged ladies gawking at a display mannequin outfitted in a leather peek-a-boo bra, garter belt, fishnet stockings and matching leather G-string panties. One women tittered nervously as she poked her friend and said, "I know we came in here to try and spice up our love life. Can you imagine my husband's reaction if I surprised him wearing that outfit?"
The other woman laughed and said, "Silvia, it would look fantastic on you. I bet Fred would be dead from shock before his thing even reached half-mast."
Jack left the two alone and wandered the aisles, skipping the section devoted to sex toys. He was looking for something with a little more class. Months of his life were about to climax in this one night. Jack took his time browsing, price was no issue today. His choices had to be perfect.
He was distracted by the two ladies giggling over something. He glanced over his shoulder and noticed they had discovered the sex toy section. He took the opportunity to glance at his watch and realized he had several hours before his planned assignation with Linda. He had decided that tonight was going to be THE night. Linda had been seeking his sexual surrender for weeks. The fact he was going too eventually surrender his virginity was never the issue. But his capitulation would not be unconditional. He was not going to sell his virtue cheaply. He was going to get his pound of flesh in return.
He intended on giving Linda the time of her life and force her to reconsider her decision. The evening he envisioned would show Linda what she would be giving up – a soul mate dedicated to her happiness.
Since Linda's declaration of love followed by a proposal, Jack had been forced to question his commitment to his marital vows with Rose. He kept returning to the last time he had laid eyes on her. It wasn't definitive; but it certainly appeared as if she had chosen Mike over her marriage to him.
Glancing down at his protruding chest, he couldn't really blame her. He certainly was no longer a man and he couldn't compete in that arena with Mike for his wife. However, the realization hit him that his figure and face were made to beguile Linda, the lusty lesbian. He had formulated a master plan to seduce Linda and show her what a fantastic lover and wife he could be. He took a minute to daydream, 'I'll cook, clean, do the shopping and the laundry. I'll be her maid in the living room, a chef in the kitchen and wanton whore in the bedroom.'
Jack took a deep breath and mumbled, "Why shouldn't I have some fun? The doctors have informed me I will never be able to have sex as a man again and it's only going to get worse with time. Why should I wait any longer, I only have one night to change Linda's mind?"
Heading to the rear of the store, Jack spotted a table labeled 'Today's Specials'. Going through the piles of underthings, he found a bra and panty set that were identical to the ones he had worn on that fateful day so many months ago. With a rush of adrenalin, Jack paused to remember the night Rose mocked him and threw him out.
Searching through the mounds of unmentionables, he discovered several lingerie sets in that style. As luck would have it, he found a bra in his new size… 40F with the matching pantie and garter belt. Jack headed to the changing room to try on the bra. 'If nothing else I want to be comfortable lugging these melons around', thought Jack.
The changing room was occupied by two giggling teens and he patiently waited his turn. Glancing at his watch Jack realized that the hands hadn't moved. A quick look at a clock on the wall made Jack panic, he realized his watch was broken and he would have to rush to get home in time to prepare the apartment with the perfect ambiance of chilled wine, flowers, candles, soft music and Linda's favorite dinner. Calculating in his head, he had just enough time if he really hurried. Jack was determined to come back later for a proper fitting. But first things first, tonight would be all about seduction, comfort can wait.
As Jack stood waiting at the changing booth, Rose walked in the front door. 'The government guy told me the trial will be over today and I would be able to pick up Jack and take him home', thought Rose. 'My Lord, it's been a long 11 months. After looking through the store, Rose eventually found her way to the same 'Today's Special' table. Browsing through the jumbled pile of intimate apparel, she saw something that made her heart skip a beat. 'Eureka', thought Rose, 'these are identical to the set I had Jack wear that horrible day. I'll get a replacement set and surprise him by wearing them tonight, our first night back in our marital bed. Excitedly, she scooped up her size and turned to head to the checkout counter. Rose hurried down the aisle toward the front of the store, with her head down intently examining her new lingerie for defects.
Deciding that he would either have to put his items back on the table or hope that what he had selected would fit, he chose the latter. He could always return what didn't fit later. Jack grabbed up his handbag, new lingerie, and two flower boxes. Doing a balancing act with his parcels, he practically ran for the checkout counter like an out of control kamikaze.
His head and attention were down trying to open the clutch on his new purse. "These damned long nails," mumbled Jack. He wheeled around the 'Today's Special' table and collided into another customer, bumping heads. The impact was enough to knock both of them to the floor. As Jack fell, one arm became entangled in the long purse strap and the other was encumbered with his packages. He flailed wilding trying to grab something to break his fall. His efforts only allowed him to snatch a pile of silky lingerie stacked on the table. With no way to break his fall, Jack again struck his head on the floor, pulling the pile of delicates onto his face.
Rose was totally embarrassed and looked over at the cause of her calamity. The hit on her head had been enough to give Rose a terrible headache and her vision was slightly blurry. She squinted at the other woman lying next to her, buried under a pile of undergarments. The woman was moaning in obvious pain.
Rose tried to regain her feet to help this woman up and only managed to hit her own head on the underside of the table. Staggering like a losing boxer in the 11th round of a prize fight, she put one hand on the table for support and tried to clear her senses. Once she was on her feet again, she put her hands under the woman's armpits and helped lift her to a standing position. They quietly mumble a simultaneous apology to the other.
They both bent over to pick up their bras, timing the event as if it was rehearsed they bump heads again. Stunned and suffering blurry vision, Rose stood back and watched the other woman again bend over to pick up her items. Rose found herself unashamedly leering down the front of this young woman's dress and was aghast at the amount of cleavage on display. The woman's beautiful long hair fell across her face and clustered amongst her impressive cleavage.
The woman finally got upright and adjusted her breasts in her obviously too small bra. 'My lord thought Rose, 'the boob fairy paid more than one visit to her house. As the woman faced Rose, her features were obscured by the flowing locks. Rose shook her head to clear her double vision and viewed the scene with a mixture of jealousy and lust. Rose thought, 'She looks like a cover girl super model, I wonder if that is why she looks familiar?' The woman stood with her face framed in a halo of disheveled blond locks. Rose thought, 'She has the most impressive figure I have ever seen. This woman could stop traffic on the interstate. Women like her are what made me switch sides. Sadly, she's going to develop major back problems lugging those gargantuan things around.' thought Rose.
With a lascivious smile on her face, Rose cautiously squatted and retrieved a bra from the floor. Both woman looked at their purchase and realized there was a mix-up. Rose said, "Miss, this must be yours; my DD girls would get lost in this."
They quickly exchanged lingerie. Jack said "thanks" and for the first time actually focused upon he woman in front of him. She was dressed in a conservative, mid-calf length classy business outfit, with comfortable looking loafers. Her red hair was piled high on her head in an attractive coiffed style.
Jack scrutinized the face before him. The year had been hard on her, but Jack recognized this woman as his estranged wife. The realization that his ex-wife was standing just a few feet away triggered an avalanche of emotions. Her face displayed strain; but was still attractive. Jack stood frozen, dazed from playing bumper cars with his noggin. His mind was in turmoil, his palms grew damp, his heart raced, he felt faint and his legs began to wobble. He could feel the blood leaving his face as it blanched at least three shades lighter. His breath came only in short gasping spurts; he had a sick feeling of doom; that settle in his stomach.
Without realizing it, Jack's hands clutched into fists and his shock grew into anger. There were so many things he had wanted to say to this hateful woman over the past months. But now that he had the opportunity, Jack felt only a deep sadness. The urge to flee was the only thing that mattered now.
Rose was still stunned and she had not arrived at the same cognitive level of comprehension as Jack had. Her mental image of Jack was the one from months ago. Rose ogled the woman in front of her and did not recognize her own husband. With all the cosmetic changes, Rose failed to identify the sexy woman, although there was a haunting familiarity about her. All she saw was a tall buxom woman with silky golden tresses that cascaded down her front in a mane of curly waves. Rose intently studied the woman's face trying to figure out why she looked familiar. The woman had an enchanting face. She had a broad forehead, thin highly arched brows, long luscious lashes heavily coated with mascara, high cheekbones, a petite nose, complimented by two darling dimples and very, very generous plump lips.
As the woman reached up to brush a lock of hair off her face, Rose caught just a glimpse of a watch on her wrist and then a familiar looking ring on her finger. Rose gasped at the realization, "Oh my lord! Jack?"
The woman turned and headed for the exit as she said, "No." Rose grabbed her arm, stopping the attempted escape, and spun her around to look intently into her face. It was a different face. The nose, lips and dimples were new; but the general shape was well-known to her. Rose took a tremendous chance and reached over and pushed this stranger's hair behind her ears, exposing her entire face. Then Rose concentrated on those dreamy eyes, looking past the long thick lashes, she saw only two blue pools, so deep you could get lost in them. Rose had an epiphany!
"It is you!"
"Leave me alone lady," Jack snapped, yanking his arm free. He grabbed his purse and packages off the floor and made a dash for the door, blond hair flowing in his wake. Rose chased right after him. In his stilettos, it was a race Jack was destined to lose. In desperation, he threw the bra and flower boxes on the floor. Rose jumped over the boxes; but didn't clear the discarded undies. Her foot became entangled in a bra strap and she ended up falling into Jack's legs. For all intents and purposes tackling him.
They tumbled to the floor rolling around like two ferrets. Unfortunately for Jack, he again struck his head on the floor, making it the fourth sizable lump of the day. Both individuals ended up in a Gordian knot of legs, arms, high heels, purses, cosmetic bag, flowers boxes and lingerie.
With a bra strap draped across her face, Rose inquired, "Honey, what's the matter? It's me. Why are you trying to run away? Don't you love me anymore?"
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Sitting there on the floor, Jack stared daggers at Rose and he responded tersely, "Rose, at one time I was weak-in-the-knees in love with you. The day you agreed to be my wife, I felt like a kid in a candy store. Then you turned on me. You stole my Halloween candy. I've come to realize that you are a drunk and a domineering, stone-hearted bitch. You threw me out like yesterday's day's trash. You robbed me of my dignity. I hated you, hated what you did to me. I still bear the physiological scares of your sadistic bent."
"Wait a minute! I did all that on orders from the government."
Hearing his wife attempt to justify her actions was patently absurd.
"Just following orders! Isn't that what a bunch of Nazis said trying to justify their actions?
"When you threw me out, something changed, permanently, in me. My heart broke that day, and it will never be the same. You threw me out and I had to walk alone in the darkness of my despair. Hell, I kept Kleenex in business for the first few months. What you did to me was the cruelest thing imaginable, and I know cruelty – I have lived it every day for months."
Jack gave Rose a reproachful look and continued, "When I showed you my pain in that bar, what was your response? You ridiculed and laughed at me. How can you ask me, if I still love you? You are nothing but a Judas. At least he got 30 pieces of silver. How much blood money did you get for turning me over to the government?"
Rose looked intently into his pitiful eyes. They were saturated in tears, "I'm so sorry. That day is the worst memory of my life. But I will not let you sit there and harangue me. Yes, initially deceit was necessary to get you to agree to your feminization. That was all part of the grand master plan.
"From my observations you seemed to enjoy the experience. No one is forcing you today and here you sit looking like a fashion model. No more recriminations! What's over is over."
Rose resisted the urge to slap some sense into her husband and went on. "It's essential that you understand what I did was to save your life. My actions were not done for any sadistic amusement! There was never any malice on my part. You are the sweetest, most caring and sensitive man I know. You have the gentlest soul of anyone alive. What I did was to toughen you up. Be honest. You were an emotional a powder-puff when this all started. If the old accommodating Jack took on that terrorist, he would have been eaten alive. True toughness is in the soul and spirit. I had to harden your personality and force you away from your normal tendency towards timidity and submissiveness. My goal was to make you into the feminine version of the 'man of steel.'"
Jack's expression did not soften a bit as he responded.
"Well Rose you succeeded in your objective, my soul is now armor-plated. It is covered in so many scars; nothing can ever reach it again. I didn't know the meaning of true love and respect until I was befriended by my sisters in the bar where I was sent to work in. I felt more love and appreciation at the club than I did with you or with your government handler."
Rose wonder about the sister comment but went on with her defense. "That night in the bar, your reaction had to be genuine, your humiliation real. Everyone watching had to report the same thing. That is the only way your cover could be protected. I hated what I was doing and loathed myself for doing it. I still detest myself for the things I did and said. My actions that night had all been orchestrated. I was required to do that to you. I am ashamed to admit I threw down a two quick shots of whisky waiting for you to come into the bar. I needed it to prepare myself for that performance.
"During the entire Daisy training period, alcohol was my emotional crutch. It was the only way I could get through every day. Please don't hate me; I don't think I could survive that. Darling, we are at war and as a soldier's wife, I did what was necessary to help ensure your safe return."
Rose's defense struck a hollow note for him. How dare she throw him under the bus?
"I never volunteered to fight this damn war."
"I know dear that was the problem since you refused to volunteer; I found it necessary to draft you!"
"Just who the fuck gave you the authority to draft me?"
This reunion was not going how Rose had pictured it. So she fell back on her true authoritative nature. "Don't you get prissy with me! Lower your voice and calm down and I will explain it to you."
"As a child, my parents taught my brother and me to love our country. We were raised in a culture of sacrifice and service to the nation. They gave us a deep sense of patriotism. It was practically baked into the marrow of our bones. Before my mother died, she made me promise to look after my brother, he was the only family I had left. My brother joined the Army and was sent to the first Gulf War. I felt I had an obligation to look after him. I went to the recruiting office and tried to join. Well, due to an unfortunate incident in my school days, they turned me down. I felt my brother was unprotected because of my shortcomings. It haunted me. As you know he was wounded and returned home from the gulf. I felt relieved and guilty at the same time. Then when he was killed by those damn terrorists during 911. I had to do something. I felt I was letting my family down. Then this opportunity came up where you could help our country. I felt I had to push you into doing it. You had become my surrogate. Look at the big picture. You helped save our country from a terrorist attack. We are all appreciative of your sacrifice."
Jack practically sneered at Rose and her rationalization of the torture she had put him through.
"That's a convenient excuse. If you're looking for absolution, go find a priest. I don't think I can give it to you. What you did to me hurt too much. The woman, who professed to love me, betrayed me. How could you risk my life and our marriage to placate your conscience?"
Rose stoically continued. "Let me tell you what I believe. Love can overcome anything. Every mistake can be made right. Nothing is unforgivable. Wives have been sending their husbands off to war since man first walked upright. I'm no better or worse than any of them. Our marriage did not end with you deploying. It was simply on sabbatical."
Rose noticed her husband looked very sad. His deep blue eyes now lacked the old sparkle that she remembered.
"It was never my intention to cause you pain, but by the time you left that club it was obvious that is exactly what had happened. I was an emotional wreck and so wanted to go after you and hug you and kiss away your tears, but that would have ruined the entire plan. To quote a famous philosopher, the good of the many outweighs the good of the one."
Jack found that he couldn't even look at his wife. "Yeah, you're right Rose it is much better to protect the precious plan, don't worry about how old Jack is going to feel."
Rose frowned, truly puzzled at Jack's behavior. "Why are you being like this? It was all explained to you!"
Now he looked at her, his eyes narrowed. "What in hell are you talking about?"
"Jack, you must believe me, the government agents in charge of the operation promised me that they would tell you it was all an act. Steve assured me he was communicating to you through your tutor. That night in the bar, they actually scripted what I had to say and do. I rehearsed it for days. I will confess there were some adlibs that I threw in, I am particularly sorry for the little Willie cracks. But Steve told me if I could get you to cry real tears, it would be a bonus. Lover, you must understand it hurt me as much as you to say all those nasty things."
"I doubt that very much. Please don't lie to me. Too much of what you did was just plain vindictive. As far as I am concerned, the only motivation for that level of malice is hate, pure unadulterated hate or as you so succinctly put it, 'Once you lose respect for someone, the only thing left is contempt'."
Rose reached for Jack's hand. He pulled it away from her as she went on. "Let's be honest, some plans born out of desperation look good at first blush but in hindsight don't seem quite so perfect. I'll admit that my motives were not purely patriotic; there is a side of me that gets off on the power. Turning you into my ideal mate brought me orgasmic pleasure. But that doesn't mean I wasn't concerned about you. I'm seriously trying to control that side of my personality. Please believe me I have regretted so many of the things I said and did to you.
"Sweetheart, please listen to me. I was your advocate in all the planning with the government. They had a host of psychologists and psychiatrists monitoring your behavior 24-7 and guiding me. They filmed and recorded everything you said and did. They had cameras and microphones in our home, in your office, even in our cars. They scrutinized not only what you said, but how you said it. They evaluated your nonverbal communications, such as your body language, your every gesture, every facial expression; they heard every word, every sigh. You were put under the proverbial microscope. Jack, your behavior and personality profile was monitored and evaluated every step of the way by the best and brightest minds in the government. I pleaded with them to allow some intimacy between us. But the experts wore me down and persuaded me to do it their way. I was forced to be harsh, and critical.
"Contrary to the government's wishes, I even stopped by your place of employment to check up on you. But you weren't there."
"You mean you just decided to drop in for a spot of tea and see how far over the gender divide your husband had gone."
"It wasn't like that. I took a chance of destroying the entire operation just to speak to you."
Jack sighed dramatically and said, "That night you threw me out was the most terrible thing I've experienced. Well, one of them anyway. I have accumulated a lot of bad memories in the past few months. I can assure you not a soul told me anything. I mourned our marriage. Rose, what we had you killed, that night in the bar. I have come to accept that fact. For 11 months, I felt betrayed by the woman I loved!"
"Did you say loved, as in past tense?"
"Yes, Rose. You heard me correctly."
"Then explain why are you still wearing the ring and watch I gave you?"
After a pause, Jack took a deep breath and articulated, "I have kept them on because I gave my word that I would always wear them, and I keep my promises, unlike some people. Besides, diamonds truly are a girl's best friend, they won't betray you like people."
"Jack, don't you dare talk like that! Yes, I became more assertive as your training progressed but it served me well. After Mike was canned for sexual harassment. I was given a chance at being vice-president instead of just an executive secretary!"
"Well excuse me madam President! But who the fuck is Jack? The man named Jack died of a broken heart 11 months ago. Like the Phoenix raising out of the ashes the destroyed soul of a man rose up to become a strong, confident person called Daisy. I like the new me, I've even developed a fondness for these bouncing Buddha's on my chest." He grabbed his breasts and thrust them up. "Their massive size can make life miserable, if I let them. It took a while to get used to everyone ogling them. My pleasurable experiences with them in the bedroom make up for the negatives. I think I will keep them around for the foreseeable future."
Staring in amazement at the protruding mountains of flesh, Rose said, "Yeah, about those – they are quite spectacular by the way. What the hell happened, your face is different too, and your nose and those dimples are so adorable. When I last saw you, you had a willowy Twiggy silhouette and now your figure more closely resembles Dolly Parton on steroids?"
"That's a long story; it involves forced plastic surgery, genetics, hormones, herbal supplements and implants. Please, I don't want to get into that right now! Yes, I have changed! Despite what you are leering at, most of my changes have been on the inside. I am not the steady eddy you use to know. I've grown and I'm a changed man. Pun intended."
"Well… Jack or Daisy, whatever…. This name thing is going to take me awhile to get used to. How about I just call you 'lover'? I don't care what name you use; I love you". Poking Daisy in the protruding chest Rose mockingly said, "It appears that in addition to us being husband and wife, we are now truly bosom buddies."
The tension was briefly broken and both snickered at the small joke. After a few minutes, Rose attempted to untangle their legs, trying to avoid the rose thorns she noticed a splash of color. "What's that on your ankle?"
Jack tried to hide his ankle. Rose grabbed his leg and drew it up for a close look. "Is that what I think it is?"
"I don't know. What do you think it is?
"It's a tattoo of a Daisy."
"Yes it is. Ivan had his initials branded on the outside of both ankles as a sign of his ownership." While he was on trial, I went to the tattoo pallor and had them cover his initials with colored flower tattoos.
"Well, I love the tat and those shoes are to die for. Where did you get them?"
"Oh, those were a perk from my last job."
Rose noticed that Daisy was acting extremely nervous and her blush deepened.
"Lover, what aren't you telling me?"
Jack attempted to conceal his other ankle. Rose grabbed that leg and looked closely at it. "Oh sweet Jeezus, it's a tattoo of a Rose. Why?"
Without a thought, Jack responded, "As long as I was at the tattoo parlor, I decided to get something to remember the woman I love, I mean loved."
Picking up a rose and wagging it in Jack's face, she said, "Nice try, I heard what you said. You still do love me – say it. Damn you, Jack or Daisy… whatever. You better say it, don't make me hurt you. Say it again and this time I want you to look me in the eyes."
There was a pregnant pause as Jack glared at Rose around the rose stuck in his face. Jack eventually declared, "All right Rose, there was a time you made me believe in magic. Then I hated you for the longest time. I eventually came to realize that hate is counterproductive. I have grown and am not the gullible, subservient man you mocked those many months ago. After a great deal of introspection, I have come to realize I still love you, thorns and all.
"But that doesn't change anything. I still have to go; the other woman in my life, Linda, is expecting me at home."
"Lover, you are blushing like a virgin bride on her honeymoon, what else aren't you telling me!"
Jack instinctively covered his bellybutton with a free hand.
Rose laughed nervously and said, "Why you little devil, let me see."
"Go to hell Rose, what do you want me to do strip in the middle of the store?"
"No lover, we can wait when I get you alone for the full body cavity search."
"I still have to go; Linda is expecting me at our apartment and I don't want to be late."
"After you declared your love for me, if you think I am going to let you leave and go to this Linda woman, you must have a brain aneurism. Let me ask you, do you love this Linda? In all the time we have been together, you have never lied to me. Are you telling me you were lying 15 seconds ago? If you lie to me now, I'll bitch slap you into next Tuesday."
After a long thoughtful moment, Jack replied, "Rose, Linda is a beautiful, sexy woman who says she loves me. She is a strong resourceful person, but also an egomaniac, with a strong bend towards megalomania. She scares the hell out of me. That all said, Linda makes me feel safe and secure and it's nice to be with someone who appreciates you for who you are. I need to feel loved and appreciated, not taken for granted. Surprisingly enough, living with her, I'm happy and contented for one of the few times in my life. In all honesty, I don't think I love her. Our time together has been more tumultuous than satisfying. She has dedicated her life into molding me into a temptress."
"My dear husband, she has certainly succeeded. You make a magnificent looking woman. You are truly beautiful, no strike that, you are breathtakingly stunning. Is she the one who gave you those mountains of mammary flesh?
"No, I was kidnapped by the terrorist the government wanted me to watch. The bastard equated the size of one's chest with femininity, the bigger the boob, the more feminine the person. As a result, thinking he was doing me a favor, he forced these Queen-sized breasts on me as a present. I looked into getting them removed or at least reduced but the doctors all say I risk a possible loss of nipple sensitivity if I go that route."
"Do you intent to trade your pole for a hole? Is that the direction you are heading? I'll support whatever decision you go with."
"That is a rather delicate question, what gives you the right to ask me something like that?"
"I am still your wife legally, emotionally, and spiritually. That is what gives me the right. Quite frankly, I don't give a damn about your plumbing, it's the person behind the makeup that matters. I just want to know if I am going to spend the rest of my life with a man, a woman, or someone in between.
Jack wasn't sure where on the continuum he fell, so he answered her with, "Despite my feminine shell, in my heart I see myself as a man. I admit that I do miss dipping my wick into a warm pussy. On the other hand, it is hard to ignore the fact I have blossomed into a glamorous looking female."
He sighed and continued, "Granted, I am a dudette with a gigantic set of oversized jugs; but I have learned to live with them, they even have become a source of pleasure. I have also acquired a fondness for sappy romance novels, would never think of leaving the house without makeup and a good bra. I am not afraid to let people see what is behind the veil of my emotions. But I have no idea how I am classified, for now I am content to retain my male genital."
Rose with obvious enthusiasm continued her monologue, "Hot damn, spike the football and start the happy dance! Lover that is fantastic, my dreams come true. Keeping your genitals means we are still legally married. Albeit as my lesbian husband! Thus I have a partner, a husband, and helpmate that will love, cherish me and our children. That same package has a surprise bonus between his legs.
"I get to share my home and life with a sultry siren, from the way you are dressed it would seem that at times you can be a bit of a slut; but still a strong, independent, beautiful, empowered, and sexy woman. Dear, this means we can do everything together, shop, dine, go to the spa, have our nails done, flirt, and even share intimate details. When the time is right, if you want maybe even double date. The only way we aren't leaving together is if you retract your declaration of love for me. Now it's a simple question do you still love me?"
Daisy's eyebrows went halfway up his forehead. Evading the question, with a dramatic sigh Jack continued his story, "Rose, it's not that simple. How do I know I can trust you?"
Rose stared down at her lap trying to think how to convince Jack she too was a changed person. This was something she had not anticipated in her daydreams of being reunited with her husband.
"Honey, I have a lot of time to think over the last few months, I've made a lot of mistakes in my life. But marrying you was not one of them. I'll do anything to prove to you I still love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you. Please don't reject me, I will simply die."
Jack fought back his emotions and said, "For once will you listen to me! I will try to explain. There is no simple answer. We have no future together. I am now a eunuch; the doctors tell me my thing will never work again. I have been chemically castrated; my system has been saturated for too long in female hormones. I am packing nothing but a starter pistol. I can't be your husband anymore; my worm is as dead as the one in your favorite bottle of Tequila. We can't be together as man and woman, no matter how much you want to."
"That is all nonsense; marital bliss is more than sex. Our shared love is what will bring us true happiness."
Jack feeling insignificant, ashamed, and dirty continued, "Rose I'm sorry, but things have changed. I've been unfaithful to you."
In a quivering voice she asked, "Was it with this Linda woman?"
"No it was worse than that. I cheated on you with a man, Ivan!"
Rose harrumphed that comment. "Jack, for our entire married life I was always concerned about losing you to another woman, not a man. Did those people turn you gay on me?"
"Heavens no, Rose, I…how do I put this? This loathsome man took my pollen and in return he fertilized me in the ass. I am nothing but a whore!"
"Lover just say it, you had sex with your sodomite mobster friend. Of course this means you can't wear white at our next wedding. I guess we will also need to be vigilant and see if you miss your next period! Unwanted pregnancies can be such a nuance." Rose smiled at her attempt at humor.
"Rose, this is no joking matter. Please understand that it was soulless sex. It was merely mechanical; there was no intimacy, no emotional connection in the end, pun intended. It was just part of my assignment", added Jack.
That was a small lie, but Jack figured after what Rose had put him through he was entitled to it.
Rose inquired, "Did Daisy or more importantly, did Jack enjoy the experience?"
After an inordinately long pause, Rose finally got her response. "Jack hated it, but in all honesty, I will admit as Daisy, I was a little curious. It was satisfying and a little empowering knowing I had the kind of control over a powerful man like Ivan. It was simply a biological act. I discovered that having sex, is not the same as making love."
"That's all I need to hear. Darling, your erectile dysfunction is of no consequence. You are a total diva and I can't wait for us to get reacquainted. I don't care about your little worm not working. I have always had a tendency toward lesbianism. I'll teach you how two woman give and receive pleasure.
"Just let me know if your curiosity is ever aroused again, maybe we can work something out together. There is David in accounting; he is a real hunk and a fantastic kisser. Then there is Tom in marketing, he is really into kink, but let me tell you he has the hands of a skilled surgeon. And then there was my genealogist, his name very appropriately is Thor. He is built and endowed like a god. Oh boy, my shorts are getting damp just remembering my last appointment."
"What are you trying to tell me?"
"It started as a normal pelvic exam. With my pregnancy and child birth. It had been almost a year since my last manly experience. With you about to come home I wanted to know if I was still responsive down there. I’m sorry we both got carried away. Rather than instruments, the doctor used his god given thing to ensure I was still responsive."
"So you did have sex with him."
"No more like coitus interruptus. He had just pushed it into me when his nurse walked in on us. All hell brook loose."
Leering at her husband Rose quipped, "Thor is now an ex-doctor. It would seem we are now both in need of a new OB/GYN."
"My god Rose you cheated on me!"
"Now hold on Daisy Svensson, you shameless little hussy, don't get all sanctimonious with me! Obviously you still have your balls; you just told me you had a homoerotic sexual experience with a man. You sucked his cock and let him fuck your ass and then you have the nerve to play the jealousy card on me! Lover, right after you left I had a very active social life. I was a highly sought after commodity; being an attractive bachelorette. I had all kinds of men trying to console me. But when the baby started to show, most men lost interest.
"Lover I mostly did those things to reinforce your cover. I was told that type of conduct was expected. I had several dates, went to parties, spent numerous nights out with Mike entertaining various clients, and went out with the girls from the office and chased men, and other things. That is what a jilted wife was expected to do."
"Other things?"
"Yes lover, I am a healthy woman with a normal sexual appetite and needs. Can you blame me for giving in to my natural instincts? It's not like I have callouses on my ass or knees. But I had a couple of petting and necking sessions. That was the part I was told to play. I was an actress doing my best, I will not apologize for the fact I am human and have certain anatomical responses to physical stimuli. Like there was that one time with Rebecca, you remember her from the beauty salon? She offered to introduce me to her 10 inch spinning strap-on. But that's a story for another time. With the exception of my obstetrician, my box was closed to all comers."
Rose got a faraway look and confessed, "I will concede I found out all the wonders of battery operated power tools and relied heavily on personal relaxation devices. I hope you are well rested you are going to need it. Lover, I haven't had real sex in 11 months! My virtue is intact; can you say the same?
"Everything I did was all an exercise to convince this Ivan character that you and I were through. Does that answer your questions?"
In a quivering voice and on the verge of breaking out in tears, Rose wrung her hands like a nervous schoolgirl and again inquired, "Now just to clarify the original issue, do you AKA, Daisy Bell Svensson, still love me, Rose Ann Svensson? Just as important, do you want to come home with me and stay there forever and ever? I really need you, the girls need you."
Jack paused while his right hand twirled a strand of hair around a finger and extended his left hand and just stared at the ring. Eventually, he looked Rose in the eyes and said, "Oh God yes I do, bu…but."
"No buts about it then, you are coming home with me. I need to introduce you to Lilly and Violet."
A bewildered Jack inquired, "Lilly is that your baby, and is Violet the babysitter? Oh Rose how could you do that? Lilly was the name we selected for our daughter."
"So what is your point, lover?"
"Rose, I guess celibacy wasn't written into your script. I saw what I thought was a very pregnant you and Mike together. You told me you were going to find a real man to make a baby with. I am sorry Rose, there is only so much humiliation I can take; I don't want some other man's leftovers."
Scolding Jack as if he were a naughty child, Rose kept going, "Sweetheart, yes I was pregnant but Mike was not the father!"
"Well Rose unless you had Miami's first virgin birth, some guy obviously got into your pants."
"Lover, there is no need to be cruel. Lilly and Violet are both your children! Let me make this perfectly clear; you are and always will be my only alpha male, luscious tits and all. I am keeping you with me until you enter menopause, then we can talk about renegotiating our contract. You impregnated me with twins that last week we were together. Our daughters were born on Mother's day. The first one out of the chute was Lilly at 8.7 lbs. I named her Lilly Jacqueline Svensson, Violet arrived several minutes later at 8.1 lbs. and I name her Violet Roseanne Svensson. That government guy assured me he would notify you all about it."
With tears in his eyes, Jack reached up and twirled a trundle of hair and asked with a worried frown, "Rose, I saw you with Mike, he drove you home and walked with you into our home."
Thinking for a minute Rose responded, "Oh, that! My car broke down and Mike offered to drive me home. I invited him in for a drink as a thank you. Nothing ever happened between us."
"But Rose, what about those late nights, with you coming home smelling of liquor and cigar smoke, and that night you came home without any underpants and for heaven sake what about the lost underwear?"
"God, I am so sorry I deceived you. Mike is a total scoundrel that uses his position to bed every woman in the company. But Mike and me, that's disgusting how could you possibly imagine us together? Lover, you will pay for that filthy idea later, I promise you! You should thank Mike, not be jealous of him. After all, he was the responsible for my promotion, making me temporary vice-president. He also paid off the mortgage on our house."
"Rose, I will never thank that SOB for anything and why would he pay for our house, you aren't making any sense?"
"Well after you left me, his sexual harassment was nonstop, once the baby was born it got to the point I finally had to make a formal complaint. The lawyers kept it out of the courts but I received a huge cash settlement, enough so that I paid off the house. To ensure my silence, he conditionally made me VP, I don't think Jill, his new wife, would understand if I spread gossip about his philandering ways."
"Lover, those late nights, were all spent with Steve. They were strategy sessions. To ensure we didn't run into anyone I knew, we always meet at his favorite cigar bar. You must understand that your entire education was a collaborative process between HLS and me. We were discussing your progress and various options."
Thinking back over all those months, Rose continued, "The underpants incident was something entirely innocent, as I told you I was at a meeting with Mike and clients all day, my period arrived early and I ruined my panties, I took them off and showered. That is the reason I rejected your advances that night, after you had gotten all pretty for me.
"As for the missing lingerie, I feel really bad about that. I wanted to talk to you that night but you stopped me, refusing to hear what I had to say. Well, we were partying real hard and Mike took us to a strip joint. The clients kept telling me I had a better figure than the strippers. One thing led to another, I was extremely intoxicated and I ended up on stage. It's not like I did it for the money; but I did earn enough to pay the utility bills for the month. I guess there is a bit of exhibitionist in me. When I got up on that stage, I literally and figuratively let my hair down. It's a bit hazy but I know I enjoyed myself. I have no idea whatever became of my delicates. The last I saw of them was when I flung them into the audience."
"Wait a minute, the bottoms too?"
"Yes, like I said I got carried away. That's when I did something that I am truly ashamed of. With no clothes I had to get creative on where the audience tucked their tips."
"OMG, you didn't let Mike touch you there did you?"
"No Jack relax, the cheap bastard tried to tip me with a five. For that I wouldn't let him stuff it up my ass. Now if he had offered a $100 it may have been a different story. Sorry baby, I really wanted to tell you about it. I tried, but you're the one that said you didn't want to hear about my night. My poor baby, have you been thinking I was cheating on you? Lover that's cuckoo, I never have and never will cheat on you.
"Now I have a proposition for you.”
Leary of the innuendo, Jack answered, “go ahead I’m listening.”
"I mentioned I was promoted conditionally, know what that means?"
Jack shook his head no. So Rose went on.
"The board wanted to see how I would do. So instead of a long term contract, I was a probationary CEO. Unfortunately, they let me go last week. Some bullshit excuse about my lack of empathy for my subordinates."
"Does that mean you are unemployed right now?"
"Not exactly, they offered me a job as a secretary."
"You mean your old job as an executive secretary?"
"No. Sadly, that position had been filled already. I am back in the typing pool. My salary won't even cover day care costs. Now that you are back, your government salary will also stop. Honey, we are going to have some financial problems.
"Now come on, I am excited to get you home and introduce the girls to their father. You are coming home aren't you?"
Jack paused for a long moment and the tension built as Rose actually became afraid that her husband would not be coming back to her. He pushed some arrant strands of hair behind his ears and then solemnly announced, "Rose, I really want to come home to you and our daughters, but it feels too much like a battered wife going back to her abusive husband. The difference between me and that battered wife is that the next time you hurt me, I will be gone like a shot. So I will come home but with some conditions!
"First, you have to see someone about your 'anger and control' issues! Second, you need to get your drinking under control. Third, you must get rid of that damn Ping-Pong table. Next, I will take care of my children but I will not be the family maid, I am your equal or there is no deal. Lastly, and most importantly, you have to let me borrow that gorgeous purple chiffon gown.
"Those are my terms and they are not open to negotiations!"
Laughing a musical, feminine laugh, Rose retaliated by chewing on her lower lip as if lost in deep thought and finally responded, "The anger issue has already been taken care of. Well kind of, sorry about that bitch slap remark, I am still a work in progress. I started seeing someone the week you left. He is the best shrink in town. Besides after you deserted me I was majorly depressed. My conduct towards you during your training was monitored and mandated by the shrinks at HLS. Lover, watching you go through that broke my heart. That is what drove me to the excessive drinking. The only way I could do and say all those mean things was to rely on alcohol. Jack, I was sure that you were strong enough to survive the conditioning, but it almost killed me."
"Rose, if your therapist is that good, maybe I could see him to help me with my issues."
"No way Lover, he may be the best psychologist in town but he is also a real dreamboat. There is no way I am leaving Daisy and him in the same room together un-chaperoned. We will find you some 90-year-old female shrink.
"The pink pong table and all its paddles were given to Goodwill the day you left. I never liked the game anyway.
Now for the dress issue, you may not borrow it. That dress is now yours. Hell, once you wear it, it would be stretched all out of shape. We can work out an equable payment later."
"Rose, that sounds delightful, in fact I know this intimate, ladies only dance club. Tomorrow I am taking you dancing wearing my new dress."
"Now that it is agreed, let's go home so you can meet our daughters! But…before we do that, there is one more thing I have to tell you, it may come as a shock." Rose again appeared lost in thought. Her face scrunched up, her eyes closed. Jack almost yanked a lock of hair out of his head, he twisted it so hard.
After the long painful pause, Rose continued, "Lover, I knew that there is no way I can bring a total stranger home and introduce him to our babies as my husband and their daddy."
Jack heaved a heavy sigh and felt his heart sink, Rose just sniggered and said, "Think about it, how would people react to a person named Daisy and sporting bazongas like yours being called Daddy! Besides, as far as the world knows I am a single mother; it would scandalize the neighbors to have a strange person moving in with us."
Now fully engaged in this game, Jack suggested "How about Aunty, we can tell everyone I'm your younger sister?"
Rose stuck out her tongue and said, "Younger my ass, how about my old spinster aunt, we can call you Big Jugged Jackie!"
Now Jack returned the favor. In parody he stuck out his tongue and crossed his eyes.
Rose scoffed at that. Jack, with a solemn heart and a quiver in his voice, asked, "Well if I can't be your husband and their daddy, can you hire me to be the live in nanny? As a nanny I can be together with all my girls. The neighbors would be placated."
Rose pondered that option for a minute and made a pronouncement, "No Daisy Bell, for years you have cooed at every baby we have met. I'm anxious for you to meet our munchkins. Being a single mother with twins I am exhausted. I have never really taken to the domestic lifestyle and I was spoiled when you were my maid. I can't wait to immerse you into the nuances of dirty diapers and housekeeping. But I couldn't possibly hire you as a nanny, I would have to thoroughly check your references, and with your recent exploits and association with known terrorists there is no way you could possible pass my vetting process. Therefore, you will never be their nanny."
Rose opened her purse and retrieved Jack's wedding band. Grasping his hand, she slipped the ring back on his finger with a pleading voice she continued, "Lover, when I put that ring on your finger it was a commitment for life. Therefore, the only possible solution is if you will agree to come live with us and be my lesbian wife. You are and always will be their parent and my spouse. I think it would be more apropos for the girls to call you 'Mother' or 'Mom'. Sorry, lover, but I have reserved 'Mommy' exclusively for myself. Is that acceptable with you, sweetheart? Our babies are going to have two Mothers, two loving committed mothers, end of discussion. If our daughters turn out to be half the woman their father is I will be a happy."
"Rose, if I agree to your proposal, I still want to be an equal contributing partner. I also insist that I have total control over our checking accounts until we become solvent again. May I come back and work with you at the company?"
"No way lover! I don't believe in nepotism! Besides, I will not turn the care of our children over to a stranger. Moreover, your salary as a starting secretary would be laughable; with your lack of experience it would be lower than mine. Lover, I need for you to make like a good wife and carry the load around the house, not worry your pretty little head about business. I will take care of that. You will do all the childcare, cooking, washing, ironing, sewing, shopping, cleaning, and run all the errands. But no wife of mine is going to work. You will be the stay at home housewife and I will be able to devote all my energies to the business. The board has privately told me that if I do a good job as a secretary they will put me on the fast track for middle management."
With a devilish smile Rose reached up and cupped her husband's breasts and laughingly continued, "The only thing I intend to do around the house is nurse the babies. That is unless you could possibly?"
Slapping her hands away, Jack continued, "As much as I would enjoy that I am not equipped to be a nursemaid. However, Rose I would love to be your wife and our baby's mother, as long as you agree to treat me with respect."
Kissing Jack full on the lips Rose rejoiced, "Young lady? You just made me the happiest woman alive!"
The kiss generated a collective gasp from the crowd of voyeurs watching the two women sitting in the middle of the busy store.
"Wait a minute lover, from what you have described of your recent exploits I am not sure 'lady' is an appropriate descriptor."
Laughing at her own joke, Rose said, "I would kiss you again but it would scandalize the entire store."
Trying to make up for the last 11 months, Rose engulfed her husband in the world's biggest hug and squeezed as hard as she could. Embracing her husband as if she was never going to let go, Rose tenderly stroked his hair and gently swayed him like she was rocking a newborn in a cradle. Jack felt their breasts squish together and really enjoyed the sensation. Grinning like a maniac, Jack broke the embrace and stared adoringly at Rose.
Rose was puzzled at the peculiar look on Jack's face. "What is it sweetheart, did I hurt you?"
"No I just realized that I could get to like this bosom buddy thing!"
Rose's eyes crinkled with glee as she responded, "You wicked wench. I could sit all day holding you. But I have just had a better idea. You wait here, don't you dare move an inch. I have more shopping to do."
Rose reluctantly untangled herself from her beautiful husband and gathered up the underwear that started the whole incident. With a jaunty smile on her face and a spring to her step, Rose headed to the sleepwear section. She selected half a dozen diaphanous nightgowns, snatched up a book that caught her eye, and several packages of batteries. Paying for everything she returned to where Jack sat on the floor. Helping her husband stand she said, "Here Ms. Svensson these are all for you, after we put the children to bed you are going to put on a fashion show. Then, while I make dinner, you will read this. Do it carefully as there is going to be a test later." Initially confused, Jack glanced at the book title. He broke into a giggling fit as he read, 'The Art of Lesbian Sex'. As the giggling turned to outright laughter, Jack held up the batteries and raised an eyebrow in the form of a question.
Wearing a coy smile Rose quipped, "Tonight we will see what I can do about waking up Mr. 'Van Winkle'. Lover I may have to prime the pump, to get things flowing, so I am going to call upon my personal waterproof massager. The current batters are sooo…dead. I am betting we are going to need the entire lot. Let's get going, our second honeymoon starts now and I guarantee you it is going to be a late night in the Svensson household."
Jack felt needed. He stood and gathered his articles and said, "Rose, it's not fair to Linda to just not show up. If I'm to return to you, we have to stop by Linda's apartment and let her know what's happening. Plus, there are a few personal items I would like to pick up."
The two went directly to the apartment from the store. Rose pushed Jack to the front. As he stood at the door, he could feel his loins quiver. Rose gave him a gentle nudge and he knocked on the door deciding to get this over. Rose wasn't sure of the reception they would receive so she remained hiding in his shadow.
Linda answered the door and threw herself at Daisy and covered his face with kisses. She eventually looked over his shoulder and saw Rose cowering. Before anyone else could say anything, Jack pried himself loose and asked, "May we come in?"
A bewildered Linda stepped back and allowed the two into the apartment. Trying to regain control of the situation, Linda firmly closed the door, set the deadbolt, and secured to chain lock.
Linda glared at Rose, who timidly refused to make eye contact. She knew who Rose was, even though they had never met. For her part, Rose kept Jack between her and the domme she had heard so much about.
Linda reached out with both hands and grasped Daisy by the biceps. She firmly said, "Daisy, what's she doing here?"
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about. She is my wife."
"I'm no moron I know who she is, my question remains what's she doing in our home?"
"Linda, I owe you a lot. You helped mold me into the person I am. We can argue about your techniques, but regardless of your methods, the finished product came out pretty damned well. I am a better person for my experiences. Yesterday I was ready devote my life trying to make you happy. This morning you made it clear my future with you was only as a part time concubine. Rose has offered me a loving home and a chance to be with my daughters who need me."
“Oh please Daisy, don't leave me, I need you too. We can still have a good life together. I know you want me. Our sex life will be memorable. That much I promise you. Losing you is more than I can take."
"I'm sorry Linda I’ve made my choice. Love wins over sex every time."
Tears filled her eyes and Linda collapsed into the nearest chair, her head in her hands. He knew that he had just delivered a serious blow to his domme's life and that it seemed heartless. But his first allegiance was to his wife and daughters, regardless of how things might work out in the future. Linda had only offered a life based on sex and a semblance of love.
Daisy went to his room and collected his toiletries and a few of his favorite outfits. When he came back to the living room, he found Linda sobbing and on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Rose had retreated to the apartment door, watching Linda and crying somewhat in sympathy. Daisy felt bad for Linda and, as much as he wished he could console her, Linda's grief was entirely self-centered. She wasn't crying because a loved one was leaving her, but crying because something she had built up in her mind was gone.
He silently kissed her farewell on the top of her head and led Rose out to the car. He wasn't so cold-hearted that he didn't mourn what he and Linda had had though. He wiped away tears a couple of times on the trip home and Rose was diplomatic enough to ignore it, Daisy knew that he would cry later for what he had left behind.
Linda slumped to the floor and thought of all she had lost. First her husband who probably ended up as a eunuch in Mexico. Now she had lost Daisy, how would she survive?
To be continued!
"Heroes know that things must happen when it is time for them to happen. A quest may not simply be abandoned because things become difficult. Unicorns and princesses may go unrescued for a long time, but not forever. A happy ending cannot come in the middle of the story."
Chapter 44 - Aftermath for a Domme
It had been a full week since Daisy had departed from Linda, leaving an agonizing, gaping hole in the dominatrix's life. She struggled to fill it with anything, but alas was currently in the depression stage of loss. Therefore, the knock on her door was both unexpected and welcome, and she hurried to answer it, sure that Daisy had come back.
The woman waiting outside was not one that Linda recognized, but was well dressed in a blue suit and skirt with a modest build and wearing sun glasses. She had rich ebony tresses that fell to the middle of her back and carried a black purse on her shoulder.
"Linda? Linda Boreman?" her voice was rich and thick, like caramel, yet controlled and professional. It held the confidence of a person accustomed to getting their way.
"Yes, I am Linda Boreman, and you are?" Linda could smell the money on the woman, it was in the way she moved, spoke and in the conservative suit. Enough to show professional confidence but not so conservative as to suggest that she was uncomfortable with her body.
"Alice will suffice. I have heard you run a business for punishing spouses."
Linda switched into business mode; this was just what she needed to get her mind off Daisy! Punishing some arrogant, macho male would do much to burn through her anger and despair.
"Not to put too fine a point on it but, yes. Though I prefer to think of it as rehabilitation" Linda gave a shark-like smile, "would you come in?"
Alice entered and glanced around the house.
"You've done well for yourself I see, this work pays well?"
Linda gave a cautious shrug, "Well enough: I don't worry about where my next meal is coming from if that's what you mean"
The pair entered into the dining room, where Alice took s seat.
"Wine?"
"If you would, it may help my tale a little."
Linda gave a sympathetic nod and retrieved two glasses and filled them with white wine. She returned from the kitchen and set them upon table and her attractive new friend sipped away at the wine for a few minutes.
"Take your time," Linda urged, "Tell me everything you remember." Linda had also produced a pad of paper and a black ink pen from somewhere to take notes.
"It began a while ago, i was not the best spouse," Alice admitted, "Maybe I was a bit angry and selfish...but…" The dark haired woman looked at her wine glass intently.
"Go on" Linda urged, "There is nothing wrong with being angry, it's healthy. And everyone's a little selfish too."
"Maybe...but then I was...punished. They made me do such terrible things." Alice dabbed her eyes.
"They?" probed Linda,
"My spouse."
"And what is his name?" Linda scribbled furiously, "What did they make you do?"
"...I was forced to have sex with others and...and...then we went to Acapulco."
Linda's writing slowed.
"And...they left me there...without any money. Without my passport"
The dominatrix felt an icy cold ball in her gut and she looked back up at the beauty before her, who smiled and sipped her wine.
"Hello Linda."
"David," she hissed.
Her ex-husband smiled wider and took another sip of wine, showing the dominatrix just how unconcerned she was.
"It's Alice. As in Alice in Wonderland. Heard of it?" she chuckled while Linda felt herself terribly off balance, but tried to regain control of the situation.
"So I see that my training took with you! Are you still packing downstairs?" she taunted, but the words didn't seem to affect the other woman who simply laughed.
"Is that the best in your arsenal? I can't imagine how you have struck fear into so many men and ruined so many marriages with a repertoire like that." Then she took a final sip of the wine and pushed it away, "As for your question, I am as complete a woman as surgery can allow. It was my husband's gift to me last year."
Linda's retort didn't die as much as it was mangled and came out a squeaking: "Husband!?"
"Yes, husband. You know, a man who loves you? Oh sorry, of course you wouldn't know that. My apologies."
The dominatrix's face twisted into a snarl while Alice leaned back, smiling wickedly, "I'm sorry, did I touch a nerve?"
It took all her willpower not to lunge across the table at her ex-husband.
"Why are you here David." snarled Linda, "Revenge?"
"At first," Alice responded, "And the name is Alice, but...I see there is no need. You've done a good enough job for me"
Linda was taken back at the statement, and felt a burst of confidence.
"Oh?" she sneered, "You're the sissy faggot married to a real man and I have all your money. I have a successful job and the power to do and have whatever I want. That is your revenge?" she laughed and threw back her wine, a look of savage mirth filling her face.
"Admit it, you're just as fucking balless as you always were. You have nothing, I have everything and you can't accept that!"
Yet...the smug smirk that her feminized ex-husband wore didn't decrease in the slightest, in fact grew and grew with each bold claim.
"Oh? Is that so? Well, I’ll certainly admit: you have a job, and power and my money...oh yes," she leaned forward, knit her fingers and rested her chin on them, staring into the eyes of her ex.
"But I have one thing you'll never. Ever. Have. Love."
Linda's smile melted from her face.
"Oh yes. My husband is quite taken with me. Love and lust are a wonderful combination; the kind of thing no amount of money can buy. The emotional security that follows you when the freshness of youth is gone."
Linda's face was sour, "And how do you know? I just so happen to have a sexy, feminized creature waiting for me!" A lie, but Linda still held out hope that she could get Daisy back.
"Oh? Oh!" recognition swept over Alice, "You mean Daisy."
Linda's heart nearly stopped.
"How did you-" the dominatrix sputtered in shock.
"Oh come now!" mocked Alice with a jubilant laugh, "You truly believe that you are the only one that HLS has on retainer? Such arrogance. How do you think I found you in the first place? You over stepped your boundaries and they quickly realized you're a loose cannon; unstable and dangerous. That's how I found you...they're probably hoping that I would be overcome with rage and remove this embarrassment from their side. You needn't worry though...I’m past that."
The feminizing dominatrix didn't know whether to be relieved or insulted.
"Well see you Cinderella, my man is waiting for me," she turned and walked towards the door, but Linda refused to have her have the last word.
"CINDERELLA!?" spat an insulted Linda,
"Oh yes. Cinderella indeed," Alice gave the woman a once over with a critical eye, "Because it only makes sense. I'm the Alice you sent to wonderland, a scary but exciting place. But you? You have been living your dream world, your fantasy ever since."
Alice's look turned twisted and dark,
"But news flash princess, midnight is coming but fast and your princess charming just left you and your glass slipper. That's why I won't kill you...I’m going to let you see how your life plays out: alone and angry at the world. With all your money, all your victims...but not one solitary person who loves you."
Linda lashed out with her ace.
"Fuck you, you sadistic piece of shit! How dare you stand there sermonizing, when you beat me, hospitalized me and fucking raped me! You're no better than me you rapist slime!"
Alice, for her part frowned slightly and Linda felt a grim satisfaction at wiping that smug, self-superior smirk off her face.
"You're right. I did...but we are nothing alike. I was a terrible person, yes...but i never lied about why i was doing what I did. I was satisfying myself, nothing more. You have deluded yourself into thinking you're somehow doing the world a favor...All so you don't have to face the ugly truth."
She stepped over to Linda, her eyes burning with an intensity.
"You're a sadist. You enjoy hurting people, torturing them, mutilating their minds, bodies and spirits. You get off on causing pain and misery around you and use me as your justification why. But the cold truth is that you were always ugly inside, I just let the beast out."
Alice stepped back, her expression turning pitying and Linda found that she hated the feeling of being under that gaze.
"But I changed; I suffered for my crimes and I learned how to be someone better. Someone took my broken spirit and soul and mended me, taught me to be a better person," the feminized male shook her head.
"But you? You never will. You enjoy hurting people too much, torturing them, twisting them. You enjoy all the suffering you inflict too much to dare to allow yourself to be put into a position to be hurt. You're a classic sociopath; you don't even realize other people have emotions or goals or dreams. All you see is how people can better you, not how you can better them."
Linda's blood boiled as her gorgeous ex stepped away and opened the door to let herself out.
"Thank you for the wine, Linda and you enjoy yourself." the woman shot a glance over her shoulder, "But remember...midnight is coming and when it does, your stagecoach will turn right back into a pumpkin."
She turned and walked out the door, calling behind her; "If you need me, I'll be in Wonderland."
Linda screamed and slammed the door behind the infuriating transsexual, cracking the frame slightly.
That horrid bitch! That abusive...piece of shit! She, no IT was wrong! Daisy would come back; she had to! Linda MADE Daisy into what she was, no one else! Daisy loved her and would definitely come back! She had to! That wife of hers threw her away like so much trash, Daisy would definitely come back when she saw what a mistake she made.
Linda heard the sound of a car door opening and closing, and her ex-husband, her first victim, pulled away.
Daisy had to come back...she just had to...she would certainly come back.
...
Right?
An Epilogue
With the end of Ivan's trial came a level of relaxation at the office. Steve took a week’s well-earned vacation allowing he and Phyllis to use the time to come to terms with their new lives. Desiree found housework chores to be a relaxing experience compared to his normal high pressure job.
Phyllis had initially thought that she would be content as a woman of leisure, but quickly found that she was not suited to a life of laying around eating bonbons and watching TV. Realizing that something more was needed to make her life full and meaningful, she decided to search for a job outside the house.
Her first offer came from a firm looking for a receptionist, which she declined when it was pointed out that there was a strict dress code. Dresses and heels were mandatory, where she had come to enjoy the freedom of pants and loafers. It took a number of interviews; but she eventually found part time employment as a truck driver, making beer deliveries for a local microbrewery. It permitted her to set her own hours and dress as she wanted. The best part was coming home to a clean house, a hot meal and a loving wife. Many women would have fallen into the trap of becoming a butch lesbian, but Phyllis conducted herself with the decorum of a gentleman.
Steve worked hard to perfect his womanly persona as Desiree. The night before he returned to work, the couple completed their gender reversal. Phyllis played the gentleman, putting lifts into her shoes to compensate for her spouse's stilettos. She outfitted herself in a man’s suit and coat, slicking her hair down into a masculine style.
Steve woke and found his neither regions tender from a wild night of love making. For her part, Phyllis was not walking completely steady either. He took his time getting ready for work, wanting to look his feminine best. During the week, he had emailed his formal request to be accepted as the agency’s first fulltime transvestite undercover agent and was expecting an answer at any time. He arrived for work in full feminine mode to find the office in an uproar. People were standing around in small clusters having heated discussions.
He slipped into the ladies' room to check his hair and makeup where he found three women hogging the mirrors. When he inquired what was going on, he was told that Bob had arrived for work en femme, looking like he had just stepped of the cover off the cover of a Forbes business magazine. He was wearing an expensive dress suit, low heels, and an elegant brunette wig.
The ladies gossiped about Bob’s makeup, saying that it gave him a high class elegance. They agreed it could never have been applied by a mere man. Obviously a professional had been involved in the process.
Stung by their comments, Steve carefully touched up his lipstick. All he could think was, 'What am I, chopped liver?'
The ladies finally realized that it was Desiree in the room, he had become such a common fixture in their feminine sanctuary that he blended in with the other ladies.
They did caution him that their Boss was insisting upon being addressed only as Ms. Bobbie.
Steve made his way to his desk and started up his workstation. Checking his calendar, he found there was an all-hands meeting in the conference room in the next hour.
Everyone was anxious to find out what was going on so every seat was taken at the appointed time. However, Ms. Bobbie was a no show. Just as everyone was becoming antsy and preparing to leave, the door opened and the boss came in with a cart loaded with pastries and coffee. Everyone started to stand and Bob signaled for them to remain seated. What he did next sent shock waves through the room. He played hostess and proceeded to serve everyone coffee, the men each got cherry Danish’s. He served each woman an éclair.
Bob chuckled on the inside as he watched the woman attack the pastry. The symbolism of a long tube shaped cake, with chocolate on top and a thick cream filling went completely unnoticed. When he was finished serving everyone, he took a cup of coffee and an éclair before seating himself at the head of the table. Bob sat back smugly, from his perspective everything was working perfectly, as he had the office staff totally off balance.
Once everyone had finished their refreshments, he got down to business. Rising to his feet, he motioned for silence.
"You are all probably wondering why I am dressed like this. The answer is quite simple. For those of you who haven’t noticed I’ve experience an inexplicable change in my body. I am growing a nice set of whoopee cushion boobs.”
He looked around the room, pausing to look at a few of the women at the table. “Congratulations people. You even fooled my primary care physician. The only explanation he could come up with, was a diagnosis that I’m a late blooming hermaphrodite. Obviously being a half man, half woman is intolerable, so my wife and I sat down with a doctor and a shrink who advised I become one or the other."
One of the women in the rear asked, "How did your wife take all this?"
Bobbie acknowledged the question with a nod. "That’s an interesting question. At first, she wasn't sure what to think. It was a hard decision, but she eventually convinced me it was better to go with the flow. If my body was pushing me toward womanhood, why fight Mother Nature? She came to me and said that she was willing to look past my hard sugar coating and just enjoy the creamy goodness inside. She told me that she loved Bob, but liked Bobbie and was sure she would come to love her as well. So we decided to give this thing a chance and see where it leads us.
"I will confess with all the gender bending going on around here, I was a tad bit curious what men found so alluring about crossdressing as a woman. First with Jack/Daisy then our very own Desiree.” He gestured to where Desiree was seated.
"My wife first forced me into feminine garments with a tad of sadistic glee. What happened actually surprised both of us. Whenever I was Bobbie, my personality changed. According to her, the simple fact of me wearing lingerie and a dress brought back the person she fell in love with.
"From my perspective, a sort of serenity settled over me. Then there are the bedroom issues. As a lesbian couple, we have discovered there are some mutually satisfying benefits that we were previously missing. Love making is now more like a slow two step than a tango."
There were more than a few embarrassed looks around the conference room as Bob's revelations became more personal. It was obvious that he was sharing more information than some of them cared to hear.
"I have already been to HR and announced I’m going to transition. I had a new picture taken for my security badge, which will be ready yet this morning. Once I have emptied my inbox, I will be leaving on a six-week medical leave to have the required surgeries to make me a fully functioning female; minus the periods and concerns about birth control."
There was a collective gasp from the packed room. Several people in the room were shocked that what they had believed to be a slightly vindictive prank had resulted in such a radical change in their boss.
The men were particularly taken back. They had noticed their boss acting peculiarly but had no idea the reason. Bob had always been an instigator in the sexual jokes and putdowns of the woman in the office. Now that he was switching sides, they were worried about possible repercussions from their actions from a newly minted female boss.
Bob could see the concerns on the men's faces. It was just the reaction he hoped for.
He stood and announced. "You men here have no reason to be concerned. My sexual preference is unchanged. I have always been sexually aggressive and that won't change. I'll never hit on a man. The women at the table are an entirely different matter. I am now and will always be attracted to the fairer sex. I'm a confirmed lesbian and look forward to my time with the ladies."
Bobbie made a show of licking his lips and went on. "Starting with my return, I want to create a real social bond among those of you born with XX chromosomes and those of us that have elected to snip off the Y so to speak.
There will be a mandatory social after work on Fridays for all female employees, no men allowed. How long it will last is dependent on who gets lucky. We will have to play that by ear." Bob knew that enforcing this last item was impossible and he had already discussed it with his own boss.
"You men are dismissed, please got back to work. I would like to have a private word with the female staff."
Seeing Steve heading out of the room, Bob stopped him. "Desiree, where do you think you are going? Sit down and join us."
Bob stood and leaned with both hands on the table. He looked each of them in the eyes, his stare making everyone uneasy.
"Ladies, I am many things but I'm not an idiot! I suspected from the very first that you were all screwing with my coffee. I will confess I found the attention and initial effects interesting. But for god sakes Ladies! Do you have any idea how many laws you broke? I could have you all arrested on a variety of charges. The fact that you put my physical and mental health at risk was doubly egregious because of my position with the federal government. You could have put national security at risk. I am not going to press charges, but there will be entries in all your personnel files.
"Now before I dismiss you. I have a group project for you. My wife and I are at an impasse. One of my physical improvements will be breast implants. I want to go with a large D cup. She objects to having her husband display a better figure than she does. We both agreed to go with whatever you all decide. Now think this through. No one goes home tonight until your recommendation is on my desk.
"Desiree, please come to my office. We need to talk in private."
Once Bob was out of the room and no could see his face, a huge smile spread across his face. He could hear the arguments start through the closed door. He stood for a moment and eavesdropped on the discussions. Some of the group still wanted to teach Bob a lesson for his past sexist attitudes and where pushing for porn sized breasts, some argued he didn’t deserve a true womanly figure and wanted to saddle him with going through life with teeny tiny boobs.
Bobbie had Steve sit down before he sat down behind the desk like a king taking his throne. The exhilaration he felt from the meeting had him feeling practically giddy.
He fingered a piece of paper, he had rather sour expression on his face. "Steve, I forwarded your request for continued service as an undercover agent, but the powers that be have denied your request. They feel that the needs of the service would be best served if you remain as an administrative assistant. They do recognize your valuable experience, so your job description will also require you to mentor the other agents."
Steve jumped to his feet. "I won't sit here and watch all those other agents get all the glory while I am reduced to typing up after action reports! In that case I quit!"
Bob held up his hands in an attempt to calm Steve's outburst. "Steve, it isn't that easy. When you took this job it was a lot like joining the Army. Your oath specifies that you serve at the pleasure of the President. Which means we can keep you as long as your service is needed. Even if you retire, the government will still have its hooks in you." Bobbie took a conciliatory tone before continuing, “Look, I know that it sucks. I can’t say that I’m happy with what was done to me either. The thing is that you need the medical coverage that is part of the job, at least for a while. Because of how they want you to be an admin as well as an advisor to undercover teams, your salary will at least continue at its current level.
Steve took a minute to digest what he had been told. He resigned himself to the situation.
"Boss, with all my years of experience, if I must be a secretary can I at least be an office manager?"
Bobbie looked up and scrutinized his employee. "Sorry, Desiree no can do. The regulations are perfectly clear. You need at least two years in a billet as a secretary before you can apply for a change. Then you will be competing with all the other secretaries looking to move up. I suggest if that is what you really want you need to buckle down and get the best performance evaluations you can."
A dejected Steve left his office and passed a gaggle of the girls as they placed their recommendations on Bob's desk.
Bob read it and smiled. It appeared there was a compromise. The final recommendation suggested Bobbie get a set of double C sized breasts.
Bobbie never did take his medical leave. He was kept busy clearing up the paperwork from the Ivan case. Then he was tasked with coordinating an award ceremony for those deserving contributors.
HLS found itself caught in a quandary; Bob/Bobbie's conduct had been raised to higher echelons. After a thorough review, Bob was forced into an early retirement.
What caused the department even more of a problem was acknowledging Jack's participation in the entire mission. Everything about Jack / Daisy represented a public relations nightmare. Did they give an award to volunteer Jack Svensson or did they award it to undercover agent Daisy Bell? Though the preference would be to not mention Jack or Daisy at all, everyone knew that it would not be possible. Too many people knew about the mission and the players. A compromise was reached in the end, a private ceremony saw Jack get a medal for his sacrifice and efforts, while Rose and Steve were recognized in the same private ceremony. Steve insisted that Desiree be the one to be recognized. Rose received an award for her contribution. It was made very clear to them all that any kind of disclosure of their part in Ivan's capture and trial would be prosecuted as a violation of National Security and an act of treason.
Just prior to the ceremony, Daisy popped into the ladies' room to take care of business. Coming out of the stall, she came face-to-face with Desiree.
The meeting began on a rather strained note. Daisy was still coming to terms with being a feminized man and being unable to be seen as the father of his daughters. Rose was working hard to respect his feelings, but Daisy was still worried about future of his marriage. Daisy knew that Steve had been the primary instigator for everything he had gone through and Rose had related much of what Steve had gone through. It was still difficult for Daisy.
Desiree broke the ice by apologizing for his part in destroying Jack’s and Roses’ life. He waved his hands from the top of his head down to his legs and explained that obviously he was not the same person who had caused this to be done to Jack. Desiree wanted to say that he wished that he had not done this to Jack, but he did not. Not only would it be an insult to what Jack had endured and accomplished, but it really had been the only way that they could have brought Ivan down.
Daisy laughed as he took in the woman before him, it was almost like karma. He said, “I can see that. We are both very different from who we were on our first meeting. I hated you for the longest time for everything that happened to me, but I've had to move beyond that. Those feelings had me in a bad place and I had to let them go so that I was able to survive. Jack was thrown into that hell, but Daisy emerged a better and happier person.
They ended their meeting on a polite, if not friendly basis.
@ @ @ @
Linda was also invited to the ceremony and she showed up wearing 'the' gorgeous Russian sable coat that Daisy had liberated from Ivan’s yacht and ultimately left behind in the apartment. The dominatrix looked like a shadow of her former self. Where she had been a presence that seemed to dominate a room when she entered it, she was like a candle to her former blaze.
During the reception that followed, Linda approached the Svensson couple and shook hands; she apologized for her part in the deception and for not keeping Daisy informed as she had promised. Linda unsuccessfully tried to defend her actions by claiming that, despite her promises, she was just following orders. Linda received a frigid reception from Rose but got a warm hug and a welcome kiss on the lips from Daisy. A kiss that Rose thought lasted longer than was necessary.
Linda took Daisy aside so that they could speak privately. Rose was polite but kept a close watch on the two.
Linda was fighting to maintain her composure as she said, “"Daisy when you left me, it pretty much tore me apart. I hadn't realized how important you were to me until you were gone. I have always been accustomed to people, both men and women subjugating themselves to my will. You are the first individual to truly stand up to me. I was not ready for that actuality and I suffered a nervous breakdown as a result. I shut down my business and locked myself in my room and cried nonstop for days while I mourned your loss, waiting and hoping, 'my Daisy' would come home to me.
“If you remember the story I told you about my former husband, I left him in Mexico with no money or passport.”
At Daisy’s nod, Linda continued. “He…or rather she…paid me a visit a couple of weeks ago. Apparently, David had to make a great number of concessions in order to survive after I left him and he embraced them. David no longer existed and had become Alice. She almost thanked me for what I had done to her and then showed me that she had risen above that. She taunted me as she made me see that I was no better than the man I had left in Acapulco and was probably worse. Where David did those things for his own gratification, I enjoyed them.”
Tears were streaming down Linda’s cheeks as she bared her soul to Daisy. “I’m truly sorry for what I did to you Jack.” She looked over to where Rose stood nearby and said to her, “Rose, I’m sorry for what I did to your husband. It might have been necessary, but I should not have enjoyed it as I did.”
She turned and started for the exit, but Daisy called after her, “Linda? What will you do now?”
It was a broken woman who looked back and said, “I don’t know.” She turned away again and left the room.
@ @ @ @
Traffic was still light for the afternoon as Daisy pulled up in front of the nightclub. She had not been back since the end of the trial. As much as she had wanted to keep in touch with everyone, her time had been taken up the clean-up of the mission and then getting settled again as Rose’s spouse and parent to the twins. She had finally decided to take the van and the girls down to visit the club. She really hoped that at least some of her friends were still there.
Because it was so early in the day and business did not start for a few hours, no one was manning the door as a greeter. Daisy wheeled the stroller on into the club, expecting that everyone was gathered in bar area shooting the breeze. Sure enough, she found all of her old friends just talking with each other.
It was like old home week as they recognized her and came rushing over. After exchanging hugs with everyone and chatting for a few minutes, she let them get back to the task of preparing for the evening. After promising to come back down before she left, she and the twins went looking for whoever was in charge of the door.
It was a new girl with a nametag reading Philomena; wearing a smart conservative business suit, and skyscraper heels. When Daisy asked to be taken to the boss, Philomena summoned over a new, broad shouldered, chubby but vaguely familiar looking woman named Michele to man her post. Philomena escorted Daisy up to Phil’s office where she found Georgette instead of Phil. Phil's desk appeared to be the only familiar piece of furniture in the recently redecorated office, Georgette looked quite comfortable behind it. She presented the image of an attractive fifties style schoolmarm, complete with granny glasses.
She was intently studying the books, but the scent of a familiar perfume caused her to look up to find the friend she hadn’t seen in so long. Jumping up with glee, she dismissed Philomena with a wave of her hand and gave Daisy a warm hug. "What do you think of my ex-brother now? Doesn't he make a regal looking woman?"
Daisy did a double-take, not understanding the point. "What, how, why, where?"
Georgette smiled and just waved her hand. "I’ll get to that. But first tell me how you have been." She ushered Daisy to a chair and made room for the stroller before she sat back down in her desk chair.
"Life has changed so much!” Daisy gushed. “I adore my daughters and I love every minute I'm with them. They are the joy of my life.” She brushed Lily’s cheek as she slept in the stroller. “I made the decision to keep my semi-working male paraphernalia, but Rose and I still enjoy our intimate time together. The mechanics of being intimate are just a little different."
Georgette leaned forward and looked closely at Daisy. "That's great Daisy. Truthfully, how is your relationship with Rose?"
"She's a changed woman. We have really bonded. Our marriage is better than before. We are truly partners now. I have become the stereotypical house wife and Rose is able to devote her full energies to work. I stay home and take care of the house and the girls. Rose comes home to a spotless house and a gourmet meal every night.
“My life revolves around all three of my girls and I've never felt so fulfilled. Once the twins start school I will need more to do though. I found I have a real talent for nagging. I eventually got Rose to promise to get me a job as her assistant the day the girls start school.
"Just between us. If Rose allows me in, I have made a promise to myself. I will shatter that proverbial glass ceiling and I'll be running the place in a year. Now tell me about your brother."
Georgette stood and showed Daisy the photograph framed on her desk. It was a before and after picture of her brother.
Georgette went on to explain, "Phil tried to stop our nightly round table meetings, claiming we were spreading sedition. That was the straw that broke the camel's back. All of us girls agreed and we took action. We staged a coup one night and ousted Phil as the boss. Over the years, Phil had borrowed against his interest in the club, so all of us ladies pooled our money and bought controlling interest in the club. WE simply voted me in as CEO, and fired Phil. It seems my poor brother never bothered to save any money. Phil was completely broke and without a job or friends. When he was evicted from his apartment; he had to swallow his pride and he asked to move into Donna’s old room over the bar. He passed his days here in the club sitting on a bar stool.
"Once we had access to all the records we found he had been illegally feeding us hormones. Rather than turn him over to the police, we devised a much more appropriate punishment. We took a vote and gave him a choice. He could become one of us or he would be out on the sidewalk with no way to survive.
“In addition to his dressing as a woman, we all watch as he takes the same hormones he was feeding us. It has really mellowed him out. We really put him through his...I mean her… paces as he additionally must perform Donna's old housekeeping chores of morning cleanup. Alas, Donna is no longer with us. He moved back in with the wife and now teaches Women's' Studies at the local JC. To ensure he doesn’t stray, his wife insists he remain in skirts. They stop by for a drink every once in a while. Womanhood seems to agree with him. He appears to be very happy.
"Enough about Phil, what did you think of Mike, the girl you met at the front desk?"
Daisy blinked. "Mike? No way. What happened to the macho skirt chaser?"
Georgette whimsically replied. "I guess he finally caught up with those skirts. In fact, we are unable to get him into trousers; he owns nothing but dresses and skirts."
"Wow, watching him walk, I've never seen a woman whose hips rolled so rhythmically it was like two ocean waves."
Laughing, Georgette said, "After he was let go as CEO at your old company, he was kind of lost at sea and drifted from bar to bar. Somehow, he became a regular customer here at the Pink Pussycat. He tried to drink away his problems and it appears that he went through most of his severance package.
"Philomena and Mike continued to grow close; they became best of friends and drinking buddies. They spent their time commiserating with each other. Well, one thing led to another and, on the nights that Mike was too inebriated to drive, he started sleeping over in Philomena's room. Mike being the horny bastard he always was, their friendship soon blossomed into a romantic relationship.
"He used what was left of his 'Golden Parachute' to become a minority partner in the club. As a condition to Mike's buy-in, he had to learn the business from the ground up. So we sent him to your old friend Linda for a 60-day crash course. He came back a changed man, a little lighter in the loafers if you know what I mean."
Pointing to a clear acrylic paperweight on her desk that contained what appeared to be two shriveled prune-like objects. Georgette continued, "I don't know what he did to piss off Linda, put she sent that over about halfway through his training. Upon his return, he eventually moved in with Philomena full time. They became more than friends if you know what I mean. Now he is only happy when he is with his girlfriend here at the club.
"Somehow, Mike found some extra cash and had breast implants. As a present, he also treated his partner Philomena to a matching set. They recently had a 'Commitment Ceremony'. It was very touching, even though totally inappropriate because they both wore white gowns.” Georgette grinned at her joke. “I don't think either of them has ever been happier. Both are changed men but we refuse to degrade them for it. We just let them live their lives as dignified women.
"Mike has been working very hard on his figure, with diet and exercise. He is very proud of the fact he is now a size 12. He has made a promise to be a size 10 for our annual Christmas party. You and your family should come; Linda has gotten Steve to be Mrs. Claus for the festivities, his HLS partner has even agreed to be a Christmas elf for the party."
Daisy smiled at the thought. "I wouldn't miss that for the world. It will give me an excuse to hit Rose up for a new dress and heels."
The two of them exchanged smiles at the thought that they would need new outfits for the party. Daisy was already thinking about a dress he had seen at the boutique that catered to girls with dimensions like his. He knew just where to go for shoes that would match too. His reverie was interrupted by a strong knock at the office door.
Considering that he was between the desk and the door, Daisy answered the door for Georgette. The last person he expected to see was Steve Garibaldi, dressed as Desiree. He was dressed in a gray dress suit and white blouse. His serious expression added to Daisy's surprise.
"Daisy, we need to talk," Desiree said. "We've been informed that Ivan has escaped from prison. There is a very risk to you and your family, the Russian Mafia never forgets and they're the most vicious in the world. I was sent to bring you in for a briefing, we have someone else picking up Rose as we speak."
"I saw the judge send Ivan to one of the Super Max prisons," Daisy said, backing into the office.
Desiree nodded at Georgette, who returned the nod before standing. "You can use my office to talk." She pulled the door closed behind her, leaving Desiree with Daisy and the girls.
"How did Ivan escape?" Daisy asked. "I thought that sending him to a Super Max meant that we had nothing to worry about."
"He had a conjugal visit from one of his old tgirls. His visitor was left tied and gagged while Ivan left disguised in his/her clothes. We're investigating the possibility that some of the prison staff might have been bribed to help with the escape."
The two of them sat down and Desiree leaned forward across the desk to Daisy. "We should have discussed Witness Protection with you before Ivan even went to trial. Now that he has escaped, you and your family could be in very real danger."
Fin