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Birthday Present Pt. 01

By: donnaallure



Birthday Present or (I've Looked at Love from Both Sides Now) 

Chapter 1 

"What would you like for your birthday?" my wife asked. 

"An unforgettable sex session" I answered, jesting. 

"Is that right? Well, we'll see" came the reply. 

I forgot all about the exchange and nothing else was said about my birthday. The day arrived and I got home from work expecting a good meal and new shirt as that was somewhat the custom. As I came in I noticed the shades drawn and candles lit around the place. My wife came up to me and snuggled against me, breathing in my ear and running her hand across my dick. 

"Why don't you take a shower" she said, and went to the door and locked it. 

I went to the bedroom to strip and saw the white negligee that I had bought her laid out on the bed. She has several, but that is the one I like her to wear the most. My dick got a little harder. I took my clothes off and got in the shower. As I turned on and adjusted the water I heard the door slide open and my wife got into the shower with me. 

"I thought I'd help you get ready" she said, and started washing me all over. After soaping me up she reached up to the holder and got her razor. 

"I like my lover as smooth as silk" she said, and started shaving my chest hair. 

My dick got harder and started throbbing as she removed my chest and stomach hair. She then had me raise my arms and shaved my armpits. She turned me around and shaved what little hair I had on my back and then went down to my butt and shaved it. Then she shaved the back of my legs and turned me around and shaved the front. She then looked up, smiling, and gently shaved my crotch and balls. Except for the hair on my head, I was completely smooth. It didn't occur to me at the time how long it was going to take to grow back. I was completely in a sexual euphoria. After rinsing me, she picked up the clog of hair that had collected at the drain and threw it the waste can. Handing me one of the two towels that she had picked up we dried off, me having to do it around my hard on, which had not receded a bit. 

"You need to smell good, too" she said and sprayed some of her perfume on my chest and crotch area, getting some on my dick, which began to burn with the feel of the alcohol, drawing my attention even more to my hard on. She sprayed some between her breasts and some more below her waist. Then, turning out the bathroom light she led me into the bedroom where I couldn't wait for her to put on the white negligee. 

She picked up the tiny pair of see through panties and knelt in front of me. She had rubbed them on my dick before, when teasing me, so I knew what she was about to do. Instead, she reached down and had me to step into the panties, which she proceeded to draw slowly up my shaved legs, sending shivers up and down my spine. The feeling was so sensual that I almost collapsed onto the bed. She snugged them around my hips and ran her hands over my buttocks and around to my front, sliding them over my turgid dick and pushing firmly down towards my balls, forcing my dick to strain outward against the transparent panties. I was so hot that I almost came into her panties right then. I think that this was the most turned on I had ever been. I almost felt like I would pass out. 

"Don't fall out on me" she grinned, as she felt me tremble, "We're not done yet" and reached for the sheer white nylons I had bought her to go with the outfit. "Lift up your leg and point your toes toward the floor" she said as she gathered one of the nylons and slowly slid it up my leg, tugging and smoothing it as she went, until it was halfway up my thigh. The feeling of the nylon sliding up my smooth legs was indescribable. 

"Now the other" and slid it into place, letting her hand come on up my thigh and stroke my dick through the panties. She then took the white satin garter belt, trimmed in lace, and hooked it around my waist, sliding it around until the hook was in the center of my back, the four straps riding on my hips and thighs. Then, gently pulling out the tops of the nylons, she pushed the little rubber tabs against the fabric of the nylons and pushed the metal clips into place on the rubber tabs and then pulled the clips up, which locked the nylons into place. 

With the pressure from the nylons pulling up and gently squeezing my legs and the white, lacy, garter belt pulling down on my hips and the nylon panties stroking my hips and balls and dick, I was in such a euphoria that I felt like I was stoned. The blood was pulsing through my face, my chest was tight and I could hardly breath for the feeling of sensuality. Never had I felt this much intensity during our love making and she had barely even stroked me. It was as though I was entering into my wife's body and feeling the things that she feels instead of what I normally feel. 

She picked up the little, transparent bra and had me put my arms through the straps, stepping around to fasten it behind me and reaching around me to push up my chest into the cups. The feel of the satin material on my nipples made them strain outward. She pinched my nipples with both hands through the sheer fabric, sending a deliciously hot feeling straight to my brain. As she snuggled against my panty covered rear, she released one of my nipples and slid her hand down my stomach and stroked my satin encased hard on. She then picked up the top to the baby doll negligee and had me put my arms up in the air and pulled it down over my shoulders and across my nipples, which had become extremely sensitive and were sticking straight out. As she smoothed it into place, it suddenly dawned on me that my wife's clothes did not feel tight on me and seemed to fit me everywhere. As she slid the filmy outer cover over my arms and let it fall down across the baby doll top the truth of the matter started dawning on me. And when she reached under the bed and pulled out a pair of thin strapped, 4 inch high, spiked heels and slid one onto my right foot and it fit, I fully realized what she had done. Putting the other shoe on my left foot and fastening both she asked "How do you like the first part of your birthday present?" 

I was so dumbfounded I could hardly speak. It didn't occur to me immediately that she had said "first part" and I answered that I had never been more turned on in my life and what had given her this idea. She answered that the couple of times that we had made love watching a lesbian scene in one of our movies had given it to her. We both had been very turned on by the sight of two beautiful women making love and had great climaxes. Knowing how much I liked the outfit that I had bought her, she went out and bought an identical one in a larger size and had bought both of us a pair of sexy shoes to complete it. Here I was in panties, garter belt and nylons, teddy, and the barest of shoes and my wife proceeding to dress in the same clothes. I, again, had to try and control myself, I was so hard and so excited. 

After my wife had dressed and slipped on and fastened her shoes, she led me into the dressing room where she sat me down with my back to the mirror and proceeded to apply her make up to my face. Base and light rouge, eyebrow liner, mascara and color to the eyes, bright pink lipstick, and a light coat of powder were all applied. Then she reached into the closet and brought out a brilliant blonde wig and gently slid it onto my head and brushed a stray strand out of my eyes. The golden hair fell down across my nipples, which I might as well call breasts, for the way I was feeling and I felt them pulse through the satin bra. 

"Shake your head" she said "and see what that feels like." 

I shook my head and had the delightfully feminine feeling of long hair brushing my skin. 

"How do you feel?" she asked, grinning. 

"Like a woman, I think" I said in a trembling voice. 

She spun me around to the mirror and there, to my utter amazement, sat an extremely attractive blonde looking back at me in awe. 

"Now, honey, you have some duties to perform" she said as she led me into the bedroom and turned on the television and tape player. 

The movie she had refered to was cued up to the lesbian scene. As it started to play, she shut our bedroom door, which had a full length mirror on it, and faced the bed. Snuggling back up to me she began to nibble and suck on my nipples through the layers of silky fabric, again almost making my knees buckle. 

"Don't you agree that breasts are one of women's most sensitive areas?" she grinned. Then she pulled my head down to her breast and had me do the same to her. As I slightly turned my head to see the mirror, I was stunned to see the image of two beautiful women, one sucking and kissing the breast of the other. I looked back at her breasts and noticed pink lipstick on the fabric covering them. Looking down at my nipples, I saw the same lipstick imprint. 

"It's now time to put that pretty tongue of yours to work" she said, as she turned sideways to the mirror and pushed me down on my knees in front of her, all the time watching the love scene on TV and the one in the mirror. I took my cue from the blonde on her knees in the movie and started nuzzling my wife's pubic area through her sheer panties. She placed her hands on the back of my blonde head and ground my face into her crotch, getting pink lipstick on her panties. Seeing that she was ready, I slid aside her panties and slipped my tongue into her vagina, probing and finding her clitoris and massaging it with my tongue, up and down gently. She almost fell, as I had earlier, and stopped me after a couple of minutes of ministrations. Pulling me gently to my feet she wrapped her arms around me and pulled my head down into a deep french kiss, probing my mouth in the same way I had just probed her and licking up the taste of her own juices. 

The women in the movie had moved onto the bed and she led me likewise, positioning me so that my head was in approximately the center of the bed. She then walked around the bed and laid down so that we were in the 69 position on the bed. "Back to work" she ordered, observing the women doing the same in the movie. As I again leaned into her and started tonging and licking her, she curled around and took my hard dick into her mouth, sucking deeply and taking me as far into her mouth as she could. As she did this I started sucking and tonging harder and deeper, burying my face into her vagina, hardly being able to breath. She started thrusting her mound into my mouth, and I, in response, started thrusting my dick into her mouth, something I had never done before, usually letting her take what she wanted. She slightly gagged and somehow open her throat and I slid into her mouth all the way to the hilt. She bobbed her head up and down in rhythmic strokes, all the while sucking and scraping her teeth on the sensitive skin of my penis and thrusting her pelvis into my mouth and onto my probing tongue. She reached behind me and started rubbing against my anus, pushing her finger in and out to the same rythm as her sucking. I reached around and gently did the same to her. As we listened to the cries of ecstasy coming from the TV, we both started moaning and breathing as though we were running a race. 

At exactly the same moment that the women in the movie started coming, my wife and I did the same. I could taste my wife's fluids and sense them filling my mouth as I drank deeply. My wife shoved her finger deeply into my rosebud and I pushed mine firmly into her. I erupted into my wife's mouth and felt her pulling back a little and sucking and swallowing my eruption as wave after wave of tumultuous climax exploded across my brain, sucking every breath out of my body and every thought out of my mind. My wife continued to suck every drop out of my dick as it began to slowly soften. I did the same to her as my body began to relax from the explosion of sexual tension. 

Shifting positions, my wife disengaged her finger as did I, snuggled into my arms and deeply kissed me, letting the taste of my juices and hers mingle in the kiss. Pulling her head back slightly, she smiled and said "Will that do, birthday girl?" 

Her Side 

As my husband and I lay in each others arms, our pink, lipsticked lips brushing each other, our white, see through bra encased breasts gently touching, his panty encased dick snuggled against my panty encased pubic mound, I could hardly believe what had taken place. I had experienced the best, most sensual, sexual experience that I had ever had, and, in a real sense, had experienced it as a woman would with another woman. My head was still spinning as I gazed at my husband's feminine face, framed by the beautiful blonde wig I had put on him. It was hard to believe, but with the make up, hair, and the white see-through negligee, he was actually beautiful. 

I could not, in my wildest dreams, have ever believed he could be so beautiful. It was like I fell in love with him all over again, but as a woman this time. I could not believe how I was feeling about that, either. I had always been able to appreciate the beauty of other women but had never found myself attracted to them sexually. But, lying here next to my feminine lover, I had the strongest feelings of love, and they were totally feminine in nature. I had always been attracted to my husband's manliness and sense of masculine strength and when we made love had always felt and enjoyed the contrast of male to female, of his hardness to my softness, his hard on to my soft womb, and the sense of being filled up inside by him, both when he was penetrating my vagina or my mouth. As I lay here mulling over these things, I began to think about some of the possibilities that tonight's adventure had opened, possibilities in the exploration of our relationship with each other and of the sexual delights that we might be able to experience. 

I looked into Vic's beautifully colored eyes and observed the glazed, contented look that they contained. 

"Honey," I said, "How do you feel about what happened tonight?" 

"Well," he replied, "I definitely feel that I got what I asked for, for my birthday, an unforgettable sex session." 

"How did you feel while I was shaving you and feminizing you with perfume and lingerie and everything?" 

"To tell the truth, it was the most erotic experience that I have ever had. I was on the verge of coming the whole time, especially when you started pinching my nipples through this bra. I've never even thought of the sexual act from your perspective. I know that you seem to enjoy the things I do to you and I enjoy doing them because they feel good to me, too. But the feelings of being a woman and experiencing the act from a woman's perspective was just overwhelming. I honestly felt like I was in a woman's body instead of my own, and at the same time was on the point of bursting from my own need to climax. It couldn't have been any better if I had planned this myself, and I couldn't have because something like this has never even crossed my mind. I think the one thing that was the most incredible was the sense of being on the receiving end of the sex act. I always feel as if I am the one doing something to you, but tonight I felt like the wife, and like I was the one being penetrated. It was an incredible experience." 

He leaned in and kissed me and I could feel the soft slickness of our lipstick coated lips as they pressed together. I ran my hand up his nylon encased legs and felt him slightly tremble. 

"What's wrong?" I asked. 

"Nothing," he said "it's just that your touch feels incredible on my legs through these nylons. I've always known that your legs in nylons felt great to my touch but I had no idea what it felt like to you." 

I smiled and ran my hand across his chest, pinching a nipple. It started to harden again as they had earlier when I had done the same. An idea started forming in my mind. I wondered if I dared and whether he would go for it or not. Deciding not to share what I was thinking with him, I kissed his pink lips again and said "Let's get some sleep, shall we?" 

He started to get out of bed and I asked him where he was going. 

"To get out of these things and wash my face" he replied. 

"Why don't you just leave them on tonight? I said. "They are comfortable enough, aren't they?" 

"It's not that they aren't comfortable," he said "but that I don't know if I can get any sleep with them on." and with that he looked down at his panty encased dick, which had gotten completely hard again." 

"Oh, I think we can take care of that, don't you?" I asked, and pulled her, I mean him, back onto the bed. "But it's going to cost you" and pushing her down, I walked my way up her negligee covered chest on my nylon encased knees, until my panty encased mound was over her mouth. "Eat up now, it's getting on time to close" I joked, as I pushed my mound into his lipsticked mouth. He started licking my panty encased slit as I rocked gently back and forth. I reached back and ran my hand along her panty encased dick, and smoothed the shear fabric over it. I felt her tremble under me and knew that we were back into our muse. 

She reached up and slid my panties to the side and once again began servicing me, making her tongue hard and reaching far up into me, curling the tip and massaging my clitoris. I took it as long as I could stand it and then slid back until my vagina was rubbing his engorged penis. Sliding his panties to the side, I gently and slowly slid him into me. I looked into his face. Her beautiful eyes were glazed over and her pink mouth was open and she was breathing in short gasps. I got him into me and looked down. What I saw sent shivers coursing over me. 

I told her to look, and when she did she got the funniest expression on her face. You could not see her dick, only the upper portions of two beautiful women, joined at the pubic area. I could see her beautiful blonde hair, her perfectly framed faced enhanced by the make up and lipstick, her pink tongue sticking ever so slightly out of her perfect, pink lips, her gently uplifted, but small, breasts, encased in the see through bra and shimmering under the flimsy baby doll and outer see through shell. This sight culminated in the sight of our panty clad pelvic areas locked together in a love embrace. 

I said "If you don't mind, I don't want to forget this sight." and I reached over onto the nightstand and grabbed our digital camera. 

"Oh, I don't know" he said, "I wouldn't want anyone to see this." 

"Don't worry, no one but us will" I said, teasingly "but even if they did, they would just see two beautiful lesbians making gorgeous love," 

I turned the movie mode on and turned on the camera, pointing it at her beautiful face and panning it down slowly to our panty encased midsections. I had her lick her lips seductively while I filmed her and slowly gyrated on her. 

"Now, I want you to imagine that I am the one with the dick and that I am penetrating you" I said. "Can you feel that?" and I moved up and down on her. 

She closed her eyes and moaned "Oh yes" and pushed her dick farther up into me. I pictured us on each end of a two ended dildo and moaned myself. 

"Do you feel my dick shoving up into your vagina, sliding in and out, in and out?" I moaned as we shoved into each other. 

"Take it all, take it in your vagina and take it in your mouth." and with that I set the camera, still running, on the nightstand, pointed at our nylon covered bodies, and laid down on her, kissing her beautiful lips and, making my tongue as hard and round as I could, I started thrusting it into his mouth as far as I possibly could. He received my hard, round, tongue and started sucking it for all he was worth, at the same time thrusting his hips up into mine. I pictured him as being me and me him and I met every thrust with a counter thrust. I reached under us and started pushing my middle finger as far up his rectum as I could reach. Just as I started fingering him, he reached up and started doing the same to me, pushing as far in as he could, and then pulling back out part way and then back in, penetrating my ass with his digit. I returned the favor and just as I realized that I couldn't take it any more, he arched his back and cried out, thrusting his pelvis off the bed, lifting us both into the air, his butt cheeks and anus clenching my finger. I felt the fluids from her penis flooding my womb and I released just then, filling her up with my cum, feeling my penis bursting inside of him, her, and I screamed "Oh yes!!!" as I gasped for breath, and dove back into his mouth with my tongue, trying to reach his tonsils. He sucked, and quivered and whimpered like a little girl, my little girl, and started to collapse back onto the bed. I gave his mouth a quick swab with my tongue, pulling out and licking his pink lips and pushing lovingly with my pelvis against his now spent dick. 


Birthday Present Pt. 01



"Now we can get some sleep" I murmured, flush with sexual excitement. 

"I don't know if I'll ever wake up, and don't know if I want to if this is a wet dream." 

"This is not a wet dream, my sexy girl lover and you are definitely going to want to wake up tomorrow. This is giving me some fun ideas." 

"They can't get any better than this" he said as he laid back, the smell of sex and perfume drifting off of him." 

"Oh, I don't know about that" I said grinning, as I reached over and turned off the camera and the light beside the bed. "We've got a lot of years of marriage left" I said and we both snuggled into our pillows with contented sighs, and I drifted off to sleep, thinking of fun days and nights ahead. 

Chapter 2 

I awoke the next morning and rolled out of bed as usual. However, as I started to walk to the bathroom I realized that I still had on the sexy night wear that my wife had put me in the night before. I pulled off the peignoir and the baby doll top, unhooked the see through bra, slid the lace panties off, unhooked the garter belt and removed it, and then carefully slid the nylons off my smooth legs. I took off the blonde wig and made sure everything was laid neatly in the bedroom chair, grabbed a pair of BVD's from the drawer, and then went into the bathroom to shower. 

I was again startled as I looked at my image in the mirror. I had rubbed off much of the makeup from the night before, but there was plenty left to remind me of the fantastic night of love making I had experienced. I looked at the smeared lipstick on my lips and smiled as I looked down and saw the same shade on my dick and nipples. What a night, I thought, as I stepped into the shower. About half way through the shower, the door slid open and my wife, still dressed in the identical outfit to the one I had just taken off, handed me a jar of cold cream. 

"You are going to need this to get the eye makeup off." she grinned and shut the door. 

When I had finished showering and stepped out of the shower to dry off, a pair of pink bikini panties fell to the floor as I scooped the towel off of the vanity. I picked them up and, with a puzzled expression, laid them back on the vanity. As I did, I noticed that my BVD's were gone. My dick did a slight twinge as I thought of what might be the reason for the switch. I finished drying and looked in the mirror. It was strangely erotic to see myself looking back with no body hair. I looked at the pink panties and picked them up and stepped into them, first one foot and then the other. I shivered a little as I pulled them deliciously up my smooth legs and my dick hardened as I smoothed them over my buttocks and dick. As I stood there in pink panties shaving, I tried to imagine what my wife was up to. I didn't have time to hang around for more love making because I had to get to work. 

I went back into the bedroom. My wife was sitting up in bed sipping on a cup of coffee. "How about doing me a favor today?" she asked. 

"What's that?" I questioned back. 

"Wear those for me under your clothes." she replied, with a smile. 

"I can't do that for a couple of reasons." I said. "One, I can't work with a hard on in my way all day long, and, two, someone might notice and then I would be in a bind." 

"The hard on will go down in a few minutes" she replied, "and no one will notice the panty line. Lots of men wear bikini briefs. And..." and she sexily rubbed my pantied hard on "I will make it worth your while when you get home." 

"You're really getting into this girls clothing thing, aren't you?" I asked. 

"You don't know the half of it." she grinned. "Now, you'd better get to work." 

All day at work I kept getting a hard on from the silky feel of the panties on my crotch and once, when I was bent over getting a file, I heard my secretary give a little cough. As I straightened up I caught her looking at my bottom. She was very good looking and, again, I felt my dick start to rise and felt the blood rush to my face as I detected a slight smile on her face. Mumbling I don't know what, I kicked the file drawer shut and went back in to my office. I was sitting there flustered when she stepped into my office. 

"I'm getting ready to go." she said. "Is there anything I can do for you before I do?" and I thought I detected a slight smile. 

"No, I'll be leaving shortly, too." I replied, trying very hard to act normal, even though it was unusual for her to ask. 

"Are you sure?" again a hint of a smile. 

"No, I'm fine." I said. "You have a good evening." 

"Well, you have a fun evening, too." she said as she left the office. 

It was only after she left that I realized she had said "fun" instead of "good" and blushed again at the insinuation. I realized that she had very probably noticed the underwear that I was wearing and was having a little fun at my expense. Oh well, it was only a joke, and she was so good looking that I didn't mind a little teasing from her. It wasn't the first time and probably would not be the last. As I drove home, my mind was buzzing, wondering what my wife had in store for us and remembering her words about making it worth my while. 

Her Side 

Thinking back on our sexual play the night before while I showered, I pondered the possibilities of enriching our sex lives. We had, up till this time, been fairly traditional in our roles, and had always enjoyed each other. Sometimes, sex was great and other times we were pretty routine. But, last night had been something else. It was our first time for experimenting outside the norm and I found it to be quite stimulating and I know that he did, too. I dried off and felt my privates tingle as I ran the towel between my legs. I slipped into a pair of pink panties, very similar to the pair I had given him to wear earlier. I knew they were tight on him and, more than likely, letting their presence be known to him fairly frequently. The idea of putting him in panties for the day had come to me last night as I mulled over the events of our love making. I had a good idea that they would keep him sexually on edge all day and thinking of me. 

As I sat at the vanity and put on my makeup, I remembered doing the same to him and a smile crossed my face. I had never thought of him as feminine, but as I had applied the makeup, a beautiful woman's face had started taking shape and I found myself absorbed in its beauty. What had started out as a sexual fantasy to give him an unforgettable birthday present began to metamorphose into a new love affair for me with his feminine side. Now, I was wondering how to develop this new idea and at the same time, make it acceptable and enjoyable to him. I had never had lesbian tendencies, but the thrill that I experienced when he was servicing my womanhood while functioning as a woman himself had almost blown the top of my head off. It was the strongest climax I have ever felt and I wondered if I would experience any others that strongly. He had said that he felt the same in the intensity of his climax and so I thought that exploring this angle of sexuality in our relationship might definitely be a possibility. 

I finished my makeup and slipped on a pink lace bra and pink panties and covered them with a satin dressing gown. I went to the computer to see if I could find any information on this aspect of sexuality. As I searched I came across this web site and started reading. After a short while, I realized that there are many men who have a desire to wear panties and other feminine attire and to experience sex in such attire. I knew that my husband had never expressed any desire for this but saw that many of these desires came from satisfying sexual encounters with feminine attire playing a strong role. It seemed that most of you are married and love your wives but that a lot of women are not exited by their husbands desire for some feminine expression or their sexual arousal at the feel and touch of satin and silk on their own bodies. I determined that if my husband enjoyed the experience, we would explore the realm of feminine attire and woman to woman love making. 

Tuning off the computer and getting dressed, I grabbed a quick bite to eat and headed to a local store that I knew carried lingerie. Talking to the sales girl, I confirmed what I had guessed at when I bought him the other articles about the differences in sizing between men's clothing and women's. I then proceeded to pick out several pair of panties in enticing shapes and a few smaller cupped lacy bras. The sales girl, remembering our conversation and noticing the sizes of the items and my wedding ring, smiled and asked quietly, if they were, possibly, for my husband. I was surprised but smiled and answered in the affirmative that we were doing a little play acting. 

She smiled and said "Well, if you do it right, you can practically make your husband your slave. I know because I use my employee discount to buy things for my boyfriend. He has grown quite fond of our 'game' and I have him wrapped around my little finger. He is my little panty slave. He enjoys it, mostly, and I get anything I want." 

I thanked her for her help but told her I wasn't interested in making my husband a panty slave but rather that we have some mutually enjoyable fun. 

She grinned and said "I understand, but you'll see." and winked as she turned to walk off. 

Puzzling over that remark, I went to the sales counter and checked out, noticing the checkout girl looking a second time at me with a puzzled look when she noticed the sizes. I smiled at her but did not show any recognition of the implied question. 

Returning home, I took the tags off the items, laying a black set on the bed and putting the rest in my husbands drawer, right on top of his BVD's. Putting the tags and receipt in my drawer should the sizes prove wrong, I got on with the rest of my day, eagerly awaiting my husbands arrival home. 

Chapter 3 

As I pulled into the drive and got out of the car, I found myself hurrying a bit to get into the house. I had a hard on so many times that day that I was starting to get blue balls. I needed to have a climax and also to get out of those panties which were creating the problem. As I entered the house I heard a strange sound coming from the TV in the other room. I entered the den and stopped short as I saw a digital video playing, in its grainy way, of two women dressed in white negligees and making love. I then choked off a cough as I realized who they were. Standing there watching, my face flushed, and a hard on starting to rise again I looked at my wife on the sofa and saw that she, too, was flushed and had her hand down in her jeans. Looking at me, she smiled and said that since I was the one that had gotten her horny, I should be the one to finish her off. 

She started unzipping her jeans and sliding them down onto her thighs and I saw that she had on a pair of panties very similar to the ones I had on. 

"On your knees, slave" she said with a grin "and service your mistress." 

She had never talked like that before but it sounded like fun, anyway, and I knew that my time would come to be relieved. 

I fell to my knees and pushed my face into her crotch, licking and tonguing her slit through the pink panties while I grabbed a handful of buttocks in each hand. She writhed and moaned and, when I glanced up at her, I saw that she was engrossed in the scene taking place on the TV screen. I knew that I was one of the women on the screen and my hard on raged against the silken panties I was wearing as I supped at the fountain of life. I let go of one buttock and slid the crotch of her panties aside. I gently inserted my tongue into her vagina, curled it up and started caressing her clitoris. As my wife grabbed my head behind my ears and pulled me deeper into her, she screamed and thrust her vagina into my mouth, practically sucking my tongue up into her as she climaxed. In response, I felt myself climaxing into my panties, the cum bursting through the sheer fabric to make a mess on the inside of my slacks. As she slowly relaxed and I sat up, she noticed the mess seeping through my slacks. 

"You've really messed yourself up" she said, grinning "and my panties as well. Shame on you, I didn't say you could climax. I might have to spank you for that." 

We had played around with mild spanking before and I mocked fright. 

"Oh no, please. Not a spanking. At least not for another 20 minutes or so." I laughed. 

"Well, get into the bathroom and get those soiled clothes off so they can be washed. There's some clean clothes on the bed." 

Her Side 

I had not realized how late it was getting. By the time I had burned the digital movie onto a disc and then watched it on the TV, time had slipped by. I was watching it the second time when Vic got home and caught me masturbating. I would have been embarrassed, but seeing his flushed face and reaction to the video, I decided to see if he would participate, and participate he did. I wished that he had not climaxed because I wanted to keep him turned on so I could get him into the bra and panty set I had laid out. Now that he was spent my job would be a little harder. 

I followed him into the bathroom where he had taken off his clothes and was getting ready to get in the shower. 

"Not so fast," I said "a lady doesn't leave her panties in a mess, especially when they belong to her wife. You need to rinse them out so they don't stain, and your slacks, too." 

"Ok" he said, and started rinsing out my pink panties "but don't you think you're taking our little game a bit far. I'm starting to get a little uncomfortable with all the female references and panty wear. I had a hard on almost all day long and I could swear that Gail, my secretary, found out I was wearing them. She made some very suggestive comments after I had bent over to get a file and I think she saw my panty line through my slacks." 

"Really" I said "What kind of comments?" 

"Like wanting to know if she could do anything for me and telling me to have fun tonight. Things like that." 

"Well, the first sounds like what a secretary would need to know. The second could have implications. You hadn't said anything about going out or anything, had you?" 

"Not a thing" he replied "but she seemed to do a double take after I had bent over. I'm almost certain she saw the panties. I know my face turned red when she said what she did. I certainly don't need this getting out." 

"Well, I'll have lunch with her again tomorrow and, if she did notice, I'll let her know that we were just having a little fun. Don't worry about it. I'm sure she'll be discreet." 

As he got into the shower, I took his slacks and my panties into the kitchen and made sure they were cleaned good. I thought about what he had said. Gail was a beautiful girl and I had been a little jealous when Vic had hired her, but she had never tried to flirt and neither, to my knowledge, had Vic, so Gail and I had become, somewhat, friends, and had lunch together a few times. She was a warm girl and had a habit of touching my arm or grabbing my hand when she was excited about something. I liked her and didn't think she would have a problem with our game if she had noticed the panties. 

I went back into the bathroom and Vic was drying off. He looked so cute standing there with no body hair. He had a slim, athletic build, not overly muscled, but firm looking. I had always liked his legs, which were very shapely, even for a woman. As I appraised his body in light of our evening of fun, I realized just how closely his proportions were to a shapely woman, and without hair on his chest or pubic area, this was accented all the more. 

I stepped up to him and ran my hand up his stomach and across his chest, brushing lightly across his nipples. I felt a slight stubble on his chest and reach down and drew my hand up across his pubic region and felt more regrowth. Reaching under his scrotum, I gently cupped him and lifted upwards, cupping testicles and penis in my hand and pressing them against his stomach. I reached around with my other hand and ran it up over his buns, allowing my middle finger to slide into his crack and stroke his anus as it passed. He gently moaned as I did this and I again felt his penis start to harden. 

"Can I help you get ready?" I asked as I allowed my lips to brush his right nipple. 

"Get ready for what?" he asked in a throaty voice, starting to tremble slightly at my provocative touch. 

"Ready for whatever might come up." I replied as I purposefully looked down at his hardening penis. 

"I don't think I need help" he said "but if you want to help I won't stop you." 

I grinned seductively. 

"I don't think you could stop me if you wanted to, Miss Vickie, I mean Vic." I said. "But just relax and put yourself in my hands." 

He looked down and said "I think I'm already in your hands." 

"That's right, and you are going to stay there." 

I leaned over and opened the vanity drawer and pulled out my pink electric razor. 

"But first, you are getting stubbly and we need to take care of that" I said and switched on the razor. 

I started shaving around his nipples and worked my way out across his chest and down across his stomach. I then had him again raise his arms and I shaved his armpits. His pelvic region came next. His back still felt smooth so I concentrated on his legs next. As I ran the razor up and down his legs, brushing his hard on as I slowly shaved the front and inside of his thighs, he again slightly moaned. I smiled as I realized the vibrating razor was doing double duty, removing his stubble and turning him on. I finished and turned the head away from him but slid the still running razor up under his testicles and pressed it against his sensitive prostate area. His knees started to buckle and I told him to turn around and put his hands on the vanity and bend over slightly. He looked somewhat puzzled, but did as I asked. 

"Spread your legs some, Miss Vickie." I said. 

He did and I ran the rounded back of the razor up under him and slowly moved it back, pushing it into his crack and working it slowly up to his anus. He started slightly swaying his hips and pushing back into the razor as it vibrated against his rear end. I pushed it as firmly as possible against him and told him to straighten up. As he straightened up I took his hand and wrapped it around his raging hard on. 

"You know what to do," I said and pushed the vibrating razor even harder up into his rear end. 

He started stroking his penis and in about 20 seconds was spewing cum into the waiting sink. I continued the pressure until the last of it had run out and then eased the razor out of his crack and turned it off. Handing him some toilet paper so he could wipe off, I put the razor away. As he tossed the paper in the toilet, I pulled out a pair of tweezers and asked him to sit on the vanity bench. He looked at me apprehensively and said "No way!" 

I replied "You promised you wouldn't stop me and I promise that you will have a good time." 

He reluctantly sat down on the bench facing me, naked and hairless except for his head, and I reached out with the tweezers and began to shape his eyebrows. It took hardly any time because they were very naturally tapered anyway. All I had to do was accentuate the arch some. When I finished I went into the bedroom and brought back a small dressing chair and sat down in front of him. 

"Now lay your hand here on the vanity." I instructed as I pulled a set of glue-on nails from the drawer. 

He again reluctantly did as I asked and I started applying a set of medium length nails to his hand, shaping them into a nice oval shape. We changed hands and I put them on the other hand. Afterwards, I gently applied a very light, see through, pink polish which, when finished caused him to stare in a daze at his hands. They were absolutely beautiful and feminine and he held his hands out and stared at his fingers. 




Birthday Present Pt. 01



"I'm not going to put make up on you but I do want you to try a little of this light lip gloss. It is just barely pink and will hardly show on your lips" I told him and handed him the gloss. "Just go along the edge of your lips and then fill in the centers." He turned to the mirror with a funny expression on his face and began to do as I had instructed. "Now, gently rub your lips together like this" and I demonstrated the delicately feminine motion that women for centuries have practiced. He did as I said and smoothed the gloss over his lips, opening his mouth in a provocative manner afterwards and observing himself in the mirror. 

Satisfied with the results, I led him into the bedroom and picked up the black panties. 

"I went shopping for you this morning" I said. "Aren't these nice?" and I rubbed the satin material against his penis. "Slide these on and the bra and then put on your jeans and shirt and we'll get something to eat." 

I went into the dressing room and began to freshen my make up. He came into the den a few minutes later wearing jeans, tennis shoes, and a dark blue shirt. You could just barely notice a twin bulge where the bra cups pushed out his shirt slightly. 

"Did you have any trouble putting on the bra?" I asked, again, smiling. 

"I couldn't get it hooked so I turned it around and hooked it. Then I worked it around to the front and worked my arms into the straps." 

I laughed "That will work" remembering when I had first started putting on a bra. "Let's go get something to eat." 

He stopped short. 

"What do you mean, go get something? I'm not leaving this house like this. That's going too far. We know too many people around here and I'm not having people see me in pink fingernails and a bra on. No way!" 

"Honey, come here." I said and led him over to the bedroom door mirror. "Can you really see anything much different about your appearance without looking extremely close?" 

I watched him looking at himself in the mirror. He had relieved himself of sexual tension twice since he had been home, and, barring sexual tension and with his own clothes on, I could see him start to relax. He looked a little closer at his eyebrows and noticed that they were not too predominant and, in the dimmer light of the bedroom, the nails did not particularly show. Licking his lips to try and remove some of the gloss, he reluctantly agreed that the things I had done were not real noticable. 

"Then come on, Miss Vickie, I'm starving." and I led him out to the car. He started to go around to the driver's side "No you don't. I'm driving tonight and dinner is my treat. That is how I treat my new best friend and lover." 

Chapter 4 

Riding in the car with my wife driving felt weird to me. I usually did all the driving except when she would relieve me on long trips. We pulled into the sandwich shop parking space and Donna turned the car off. I started to open the door to get out. 

"Don't get out yet" she said, as she got out of her door. She walked around the car and opened the door for me. I saw a couple who had pulled into the next space look at us with a puzzled look as I got out of the car. I think they thought I was handicapped until I got out without her assistance. 

We went inside and Donna asked me what I wanted. I told her and she told me to go get a table while she ordered at the counter. As I sat down, I noticed the woman who was in the car beside ours had seated herself at a table near ours and was looking at me. I noticed that I was sitting with my hands on the table and my manicured nails were quite obvious to anyone really looking. I felt myself blush and quickly put my hands in my lap. She noticed my discomfort and politely looked away. 

As Donna walked up to the table, she noticed that the lady was looking at us again and smiled a little smile and said to her, "I love the sandwiches here, don't you?" The lady returned her smile and replied that she, too, really liked the food here. 

Looking at me, she asked "Do you like it too, honey?" I blushed again, too embarrassed to reply and my wife said to her "He usually goes along with what I'm hungry for, don't you honey?" At which I shook my head and agreed. 

"That is really sweet" she said. "Sometimes, I just have to go along with whatever my husband wants." 

"Well, we've done things that way, too, but lately Vickie, I mean Vic, has been trying to understand my side of things, also." 

"I think that is adorable. More men should consider a woman's point of view more often. I think we would all get along better." 

"Oh, Vic and I have been getting along incredibly. He had a very special birthday yesterday and I think the afterglow has continued right on through this evening. Don't you agree, Vickie, hon?" She turned to me and winked, to let me know she was playing. 

Getting my composure back and deciding to play along I said, as I placed my hands back on the table, "Oh I definitely agree. And my party was a very hands on experience even if it was a big surprise" and I delicately ran my manicured fingers along my plucked eyebrows and lightly licked my glossed lips. 

I saw the woman's eyes trace their way across my brows and fingernails, down to my lips, and then drop to my breasts, mmm... chest, as she caught the outline of my bra under my shirt. I dropped my hands back to the table top and, as her husband approached the table, she smiled and responded "And what lovely hands they are, too." 

The conversation came to a close as Donna slid into her seat and the girl brought our food. The cute high school girl looked at me and grinned as I adjusted my plate's position. I quickly returned my hands to my lap. It was one thing playing a verbal game with a woman and my wife, but quite another allowing a teenage beauty queen to notice my feminine adornments. 

As she walked back up to the counter and started whispering to her coworker, I felt myself blush again. "No one will notice, huh." I said, quietly. "I think everyone who has seen me has noticed. I'm just glad that no one I know has come in here. This was not a smart thing to do. Let's eat and get out of here before I become the laughing stock of the town." 

My wife reached over and took both of my manicured hands into hers. Looking into my eyes, she said "Honey, even though a couple of girls have noticed things, have even one of them said anything negative to you?" 

I had to agree that they had not and she said "We girls talk amongst ourselves and there are more than one who have expressed that they wished their husbands could walk in their shoes for a day and see how they experience life. I think that you would find that more women would respect you for trying to understand them than would make fun of you for not being manly. So why don't you relax and enjoy your sandwich. No one will bother you, not while I'm with you. You're under my protection tonight, dear. Just let anyone try to make you uncomfortable." And with that she picked up her sandwich and started eating. I picked mine up and, as I took my first bite, I noticed the lady who had been talking to us look at my pink nails and wink. I shook my head and grinned shyly, and setting the sandwich down, picked up my napkin and daintily dabbed at my lip glossed mouth. 

As we finished eating and got up to leave, the lady across from us smiled and said "It was so nice to meet both of you. Happy birthday to you, darling," she said to me. "You folks have given me an idea for my husband's next birthday. He loves surprises." 


As we walked on past, I heard him say "What surprise is that?" 

"It wouldn't be a surprise, now, if I told you, would it?" and as I turned around and looked at them, she winked at me. He looked at me, as we walked away, with a puzzled expression on his face. 

As we approached the restrooms, my wife reached out and placed something in my hand. "I'm going in and freshen my lipstick, hon. I'll join you back here in a couple of minutes." and walked into the ladies room. I looked down and found that I was holding the bottle of pink lip gloss in my hand. I quickly closed my hand and looked around. No one seemed to have noticed anything. Then I realized why she had handed me the gloss. I considered for a moment and then reluctantly entered the men's room. There was no one in there and I shakingly opened the bottle and started reapplying the gloss to my lips. I felt myself shudder as I felt the smooth pink gloss slide onto my lips. I applied it to the upper and then lower lip and rubbed my lips together in a slight pout as I started to twist the applicator back onto the bottle. 

Just then the door quickly opened and the man from the table by ours entered. I blushed and turned from the mirror, realizing the guy had just caught me putting on lip gloss. 

"Don't stop on my account," he grinned, "I think that's your color." 

I felt the blush drain from my face. My chest got tight and I thought I was close to passing out. 

A look of alarm crossed his face. "Hey, are you all right?" he asked as he grabbed my arm and gently supported me. 

"I didn't mean to frighten you" he said. "I thought I noticed something when we were eating. I'm not messing with you. I figured you and your wife were playing some kind of dare game or something. You've got to have balls the size of basketballs to let her get you out like this. I hope she makes it worth your while." 

"Oh, it's definitely been worth my while but that doesn't make it any less scary wearing this stuff in public." I replied, as I started feeling a little more normal. 

"Well, someone would probably have to be pretty close to notice." he grinned. "By the way, nice bra." he grinned and looking down, I saw that a button on my shirt had come undone and a little of the black, lacy bra was showing. Blushing again, I quickly went to button the shirt when he said "And your nails go well with your lipstick, hon." and laughed as he winked, imitating his wife's earlier wink. "I hope the sex is great if that is what this is all about." he said. 

I grinned, and regaining my composure, smoothed my rather longish hair back from my forehead and lightly ran my tongue across my lips. 

"Never in your dreams could you imagine." I said and then, as I started to open the door, "Enjoy your surprise birthday party this year. And, don't forget to be surprised." I grinned as I went out the door. My wife was waiting and saw my grin. 

"What are you grinning about?" she asked. 

"Oh, nothing. Just a joke between girls." I laughed. 

Just as we reached the door, it opened and there was my secretary, Gail, caught up short and staring at me. I saw her eyes sweep my face and drop to my chest and down to my jeans. As Donna caught the look, she smiled and said "Gail, how good to see you. We were just talking about you a while ago and I mentioned that we need to have lunch again. Would you like to have lunch with me tomorrow, just us girls? Vic wouldn't mind, would you honey?" and grinned as she took my arm with one hand and Gail's hand with the other. "We have so much to catch up on and I never see you." she smiled sweetly at her. 

Gail looked at me and smiled "Well, a girls lunch out does sound wonderful. Gives us a chance to talk about the little feminine things that men are never interested in, doesn't it?" as she swung her gaze back to Donna. Placing her other hand, with her long, red nails, on top of Donna's and squeezing lightly, she smiled. Looking deeply into Donna's eyes, she cooed "And I've been so wanting to get to know the better looking half of this couple better." She grinned and turned back to me. "Just playing, boss. You're coming along quite nicely, too." 

"Isn't he, now." Donna turned playfully to me. "We've been working on his grooming and attire, haven't we, sweetie?" 

"Well, I try to keep him on schedule, and such, at the office. And I think looks and first impressions are important to generating new business, so if there is anything I can do to help, please let me know." 

"That is so sweet of you. I wouldn't want you to go out of your way but I may just have to take you up on your offer." Donna said, returning Gail's squeeze with her hand. 

"Mr. Allure has always been a great boss, considerate and appropriate, and I have greatly appreciated having a comfortable place to work. And you both are such beautiful people that I would be pleased to help in any way possible. I feel that any service I could provide would only serve to make beautiful people even more beautiful." 

"I wish I had gotten to know you better before now, " Donna said, graciously accepting the compliment as she looked into Gail's eyes. "I feel like we could all be close and that is something you don't always get in the workplace." 

"I so agree and I'm certainly glad we came across each other this evening and I can hardly wait to have lunch with you tomorrow. It will be so much fun. We can discuss how to make Mr. Victor Allure more alluring, pardon the pun, but you know what I mean, Donna." and with that she leaned over and kissed Donna on the cheek, but ever so close to her mouth. "Bye now," she said and then turned and, discreetly running her hands up across my bra, kissed me lightly the same way. "I just love you both. See you tomorrow, boss." She turned and walked on into the restaurant. 

Flushed at the familiarity she had displayed and smelling the lingering smell of her perfume, I allowed Donna to open the door and lead me out by the arm, her hand brushing lightly my bra. She again opened the passenger door and held me gently by the arm as I got in. Closing the door she came around the car and got in. 

Smiling directly at me she said "Now, wasn't that fun, Victoria." and leaning across the car she placed a deep, delicious kiss on my mouth and as her tongue slid into my mouth, her hand gently rubbed my pantied penis and I felt it again start to quicken. "We are going to have so much fun, girlfriend" and started the car. "Let's go home to our love nest, baby. It's almost time for bed."

Her Side 

I smiled as I started the car and pulled out of the lot. I had felt Victoria start to harden as I kissed her and stroke her penis and I knew we would have some more fun when we got home. Stopping at a traffic light, a sign that I had seen before but never paid any attention caught my eye. It read 'Cindy's Lingerie and Novelties' and the thought crossed my mind that as long as we were experimenting, maybe we should see what was available to play with. The light changed and after crossing the intersection I pulled into the lot of Cindy's. Victoria looked at me in alarm and said "No, honey. Not while I'm dressed like this. I don't think I can take any more embarrassment tonight." 

I looked at him in mock severity and said "First you soil my panties and now you're telling me no. You are definitely going to get a spanking when we get home. You are being a bad girl!" 

I saw him blush in the light from the store front along with a quick flash of anger. "Look, this is going too far. I'm not your daughter or your girlfriend. I'm your husband. I'm not Vickie or Victoria, I'm Vic. I admit that my birthday surprise was incredible but my birthday is over and we need to get back to normal. This is not normal." 

I saw that he was actually upset and not pretending and my mock severity evaporated into tears. I had not meant to hurt him in any way but just to have some creative sexual fun. 

"I'm sorry, honey" I said, as I grabbed a tissue and wiped at my eyes. "I thought you would be enjoying the sense of danger as much as I was in creating it. I had no idea it would upset you. I just wanted to turn you on and keep you turned on as long as I could. You said you had a hard on all day today so I thought you were enjoying our little game. I know I was enjoying it just trying to be creative in ways to excite you. I'll stop if you want, just don't be angry." 

I saw him melt right in front of me. The anger evaporated and that same look of love and concern entered his eyes that I have known and loved ever since we first met. 

"Oh no. I'm the one who is sorry. I guess my male dominance factor just got activated. I've been on the receiving end of this adventure since yesterday evening and I guess I just forgot that we were playing. I mean it, I'm sorry." 

As I realized that things were ok, I leaned over and kissed Vic, our glossed lips sliding over one another and creating a spark of passion. Our tongues intertwined and danced and I felt Vic's breath quicken. I reached down and felt him. he was again starting to harden. 

He looked into my watery eyes and said "If you want me to be Vickie, I guess I can play along. After all, it has been an adventure and fun in a risque sort of way." 

I was relieved and pleased that things had not gotten messed up between us. 

"Are you sure, Victoria?" I asked as I grabbed his chin and looked him in the eyes. "Because we can stop if you want." and I reached down and rubbed his pantied dick and felt the hard on build. 

I heard his breath grow more shallow and his saw his eyes start to glaze as I lovingly stroked up and down on his penis. 

"Yes, I'm sure" he replied, squirming under my touch. 

"Are you really sure, Victoria?" I asked again and slid both hands up to rub his nipples through the satin bra. 

"Yes, I'm really sure" he said as he pushed his chest into my hands. 

Feeling though the bra with my fingers I rolled his nipples with my thumb and index finger. He slightly moaned and shut his eyes. Suddenly I squeezed his nipples hard. His eyes and his mouth flew open in surprise and I quickly covered his mouth with mine and shoved my tongue into it, kissing him deeply. He partially relaxed, thrusting his nipples into my pinch and softly moaned. 

I backed off of my kiss and gently released his nipples, rubbing them through the bra. I leaned back and looked him in the eyes and said "Then don't say no to me again or this will all stop. Understand, Miss Vickie?" 

The understanding started in his eyes, rolled down across his breasts, bounced off of his dick, and back up to roll out of his mouth with an extremely feminine "I understand and I won't say no to you again." 

I slid back into my seat and said "That's good, hon. No let's fix our lipstick and go shopping." 

He reached into his jeans pocket and brought out the bottle of gloss and started to open it. I handed him a tissue and said "You need to wipe off the gloss that got smeared first." 

He looked at me as I sat smiling and smiled back. "I guess I don't know much about this lipstick thing but I can learn." 

He began dabbing at the smeared gloss and I said "I think you will be a quick learner, dear. You have an incredible amount of potential." 

"Potential for what?" he mumbled as he dabbed the lip gloss. 

"Potential to be a very exciting lover" I said, and winked at him. "You've got all the right equipment, and you're beautiful. That's very exciting." 

We finished reapplying our gloss and I said, "Wait for me" as I got out and went around to open his door. 

"I could get used to that" he said as he got out. 

"I'm sure there are a lot of things that you can get used to" I smiled and slapped his behind. 

Leaning up to bite his earlobe, I whispered "That's just the first lick. I still owe you a spanking." 

He grinned and said "I can't wait" as we entered Cindy's Lingerie and Novelties store. 

Chapter 5 

As we entered the store, the first thing that caught my attention was a female mannequin, dressed in leather and vinyl bondage gear. I thought that was appropriate since the last thing Donna had said to me was that she owed me a spanking. I glanced at Donna and saw that she, too, had seen the mannequin. She looked at me with a question mark in her eye. I thought, why not. In for a penny, in for a pound. 




Birthday Present Pt. 01



"Well, you said you were going to spank me. Maybe you should be appropriately dressed for the occasion" and grinned at her. 

"My thoughts, exactly " she said "Bad girls need to be handled with discipline, I think." 

A fine looking redhead came over to us from the counter and asked if she could help us find anything. I saw her look at my lips and glance down to my nails. A slight smile formed on her beautiful lips. 

I was starting to get used to this reaction, so I smiled back. 

"My wife is looking for a few things" I said, as I looked at Donna and smiled. 

Donna looked at me and smiled coyly. 

"Yes, I am." and turning to the redhead said "Do you have a pink negligee in, Victoria, my husband's, size?" she asked. 

The redhead beauty looked at me and deliberately studied me from head to foot, taking in my arched brows, glossed lips, obvious bra, and manicured fake nails. 

"I think we have just the item in just the size, Miss Victoria." she smiled. "Please follow me and, if you would, try to walk as I walk." 

She started walking across the store to a wall where there were a wide assortment of negligees. Her hips swayed provocatively as she walked on high heels. 

I started to follow and the redhead turned and looked at me. 

"Oh, that will never do" she said, and turning to Donna, smiled and said "Do you mind if I help?" 

Donna smiled back at her and said "Not at all. Victoria is just beginning to learn these things." 

"Well, she has gotten a great start but she's going to have to work on that walk. I think the appropriate shoes would help, don't you?" 

Donna smiled and looked at me. 

"Absolutely." 

The redhead said, "My name is Jenny and I think we have just the thing?" 

She led us to a shoe rack that had all kinds of beautiful spike heeled shoes. Pulling out a box that had a size number a size and a half larger than I wear, she said "I think these would do well." 

She had me to sit and unlaced my shoes and pulled them off of my feet, removing my socks afterwards. She slid my jeans up my calf and pulled a pair of calf high nylons from a package lying by the chair. 

"Hold out your leg and point your toes" she said. 

I remembered this routine from the night before and did as she asked. She slid the tan nylons over my toes, up across my foot, under my heel and smoothed them up my leg. Repeating the motion on the other leg she said "I'm glad you shaved before you came. These look much nicer over shaved legs than some of the hairy legs we get sometimes." She then pulled a pink, 4 inch high heel with two long pink leather straps hanging off of it out of the box and slid it onto my foot. Wrapping the straps in an interlacing manner up my calf she tied them in a bow on the back of my calf. Repeating the procedure with the other foot she then brought out of the box a small hinged device and, wrapping in around the bow and into place, snapped a delicate little gold padlock into place. Repeating with the other foot she reached back into the box and removed a small, gold key. 

Handing it to Donna, she winked and said "This is for when you want to let her take them off." 

Donna smiled a delighted smile and said "They are perfect. Aren't they Miss Vickie?" 

I smiled and admitted that they were very sexy but that I wasn't sure what I was getting in to. 

Jenny grinned and, pulling my jean legs down and then rolling them up into a large cuff, said "Why, you're just getting into shoes, darling, and they are perfect on you, don't you think?" and placed me in front of a mirror. 

I was somewhat shocked at how the shoes pushed up my calves and buttocks. I found myself trying to straighten my back to keep my balance, which forced my breasts out in front of me. Except for the lack of full make up, I was looking quite good. I might have even given a second glance at me, in fact, that's just what I did. I licked my lips and turned sideways to look at the locks on the back of my calves. I felt my dick start to harden again as I looked at the mix between woman and man in the mirror. 

The girls noticed the little phenomenon, too, and giggled. 

"I think she likes them" Jenny grinned at Donna. 

Donna took both of Jenny's lovely hands by her fingers and delightedly squeezed them to her breasts. Realizing what she had just done, she quickly apologized. 

"No harm done. You are both quite lovely and the pleasure was all mine." 

I saw somewhat of a glazed look come across Donna's eyes as she looked into Jenny's eyes. Blushing, she said, "Well, let's look at the negligee." 

Jenny turned to me and winked. "Now, let's try that walk again, shall we Miss Vickie?" 

As she turned and started back across the store, she stopped and flipped the lock on the front door and dropped the blinds on the door and the show window. 

"It's time to close" she explained "and I don't want to have to start waiting on any other customers." 

"Oh, I'm sorry." Donna said "We can come back some other time. We didn't mean to keep you." 

"Nonsense" Jenny said. "It's a delight to wait on you and I'm glad I could close the store so you could have a little privacy while you shop. Now, walk, Victoria, like this" and she again started across the shop. 

I gingerly tried to imitate her but found myself balancing precariously on the heels as I followed along behind her luscious rear end. 

She reached the other side of the store and turned to watch as I struggled across. 

"No, that won't do" she said. "Go back and try it again." 

I went back across the store and turned and came back, Donna and Jenny watching my attempt. 

"That's still not it" Jenny said, and turning to Donna, "Do you mind?" 

"No, be my guest," she smiled, as Jenny placed her hands on my hips. 

"Now first, just loosen up. You're all tense." 

I tried to relax as Jenny stood behind me with her hands on my hips. 

"Now, without taking a step, just try to sway your hips back and forth. Push slightly with one leg and then the other." 

I tried to sway my hips, feeling quite foolish, but attempting to go along. I was still not able to move with her hands. 

Jenny turned and looked at Donna, who was watching intently. 

"Do you mind if I try something that might help? I will need to get quite close." and she smiled as she said this. 

"Maybe I'll even learn something. I certainly don't sway like you do." 

"It comes with the job" Jenny grinned. "If you want to sell sexy items, it doesn't hurt to prime the pump a little." 

Stepping up behind me, Jenny snuggled her pelvis into my rear end and reached around me and grabbed my breasts. 

"Now, just pretend that something pleasurable is happening behind you and move your hips like you want it to keep on happening." 

I heard Donna's quick intake of breath as Jenny snuggled into my behind. 

"I don't think Victoria is going to have to pretend much" she said, as I started to move my hips in unison with Jenny's movement. 

"That's the way, honey. Just sway your hips like your rear end is being pleasured and you just want more." 

I groaned and, standing, swaying on the pink, high heels, leaned slightly back into the grinding pelvis of Jenny. Jenny swayed back and forth, grinding her pelvis into my ass and holding my chest with her hands while she ran her fingers over my nipples. 

About that time Donna stepped in front of me and looking at Jenny over my shoulder, said "Can I help?" 

"Sure you can, honey. She's your woman." she cooed as we swayed back and forth. 

Donna stepped up to me and pushed her pelvis into my hard on and started swaying with us. She reached around me with her hands and I could feel her holding on to Jenny under Jenny's arms. As we swayed back and forth, I felt Jenny lean back slightly and Donna's hands slid in more onto Jenny's breasts. I heard Jenny softly moan and felt the muscles moving in Donna's forearms. Then it dawned on me that Jenny had shifted so that Donna could squeeze her breasts. Jenny leaned forward, trapping Donna's hands against my back and snuggling her head across my shoulder. Donna looked into Jenny's eyes as her face drew closer, her mouth slightly opened, her breath coming in short, quick breaths. She slanted her head and their lips joined across my shoulder. 

Donna kissed Jenny deeply, as she had done me earlier. She ground her mound into my raging hard on and I pushed first into her, and then back into Jenny's grinding pelvis, trying to force her pelvis against my thrusting anus. I was so excited that my, already weak, knees gave way and I started to fall. That caused Donna and Jenny to break thier kiss and catch me. As I regained my footing, we all stood there panting with our lipsticked mouths open and dazed looks on our faces. 

Jenny regained her composure first and laughed. "I think she's got it, honey. Don't you?" 

Donna regained her breath, looking somewhat disappointed but agreeing. "Yes, I think that is the right amount of sway. Why don't you try walking again, Miss Vickie?" 

I adjusted my, now definitely uncomfortable, hard on and sashayed across the room, swaying my hips in the same motion we had just been using, and holding my back straight with my breasts uplifted. As I reached the other wall and spun to return, I caught the look of utter amazement on the girls faces. I realized that the walk in high heels had actually not felt awkward to me, even though it had been almost impossible a few short minutes before. I struggled to keep myself upright as the girls ran up to me and grabbed me and hugged me. 

"That was amazing" Jenny said, as she held me at arms length and looked at me. "Are you sure you've never worn high heels?" she laughed. 

"Not before last night" I replied, somewhat sheepishly, now that my erection was starting to recede." 

"Oh, really!" Jenny exclaimed and, turning to look at Donna, said "Is that right?" 

Donna grinned and agreed, explaining that we were doing a little playing around last night. 

Jenny grinned and said "I love playing around. Let's get you both a few play toys" and led us to the lingerie. Picking up a beautiful pink negligee, she held it up to me. "I think this is just your size" she smiled, and turning back to the rack she picked up another one and held it out to Donna. Holding it up to her neck, it draped over Donna's lovely breasts and I could plainly see how beautiful it was. "We don't usually allow anyone to try on undergarments, but since we are closed and no one is here but us, and I think you will want them, anyway, why don't you both try these on, and these look great with them" as she handed us both a set of pink garter belt and hose. "And Donna, your shoe size is 6?" Donna smiled and agreed. Jenny crossed the store and returned with a pair of shoes identical to mine. Perhaps you can let Victoria out of her shoes until you both change. I saw the dominatrix costume catch your eye when you came in. How would you like to see how it looks on a live person?" She smiled, and placed a hand on one hip as she said this. "It might help persuade you to buy it as they are a little costly." 

Donna caught my eye with a question in hers. I smiled and shook my head yes, imagining what Jenny would look like in the leather outfit. She turned back to Jenny and quickly said that we would appreciate that. Jenny smiled and said "Most folks would." 

Picking up a couple of packages under the display, she started for the back of the store. 

Jenny stepped into the back room and we could hear her humming "A Little Help From My Friends" as Donna tried to extricate me from the shoes. It took a little fumbling around to get the lock undone and get them off of my feet. She slid the knee highs down my legs and removed them. As we stood up and began picking up the items, Jenny stepped back into the shop. She stood there in a black leather bustier, the barest of black see through panties creating just a small triangle over her mound, black leather garter belt fastened to black, mesh stockings which were covered up to her upper calves with black leather, high heeled boots with at least a five inch spike heel. A track light intended to highlight merchandise instead highlighted her voluptuous red hair which splayed out over her shoulders and hung down across her breasts. She slapped a black leather riding crop across her hand. 

She stopped as she got up to us. We stood there with our mouths open, astonishment on our faces. "Ok, you two. I see that I'm going to have to help the both of you get dressed." She grinned and lightly whacked both of us across our buttocks. We both jumped and headed for the dressing room, too amazed to even speak. 

As we entered the dressing room, she turned to Donna and said "If you'll help me get Victoria ready then I'll help you get ready." She thought I didn't notice as she turned her head toward Donna, but I saw her wink at Donna. 

"That would be great" Donna said and began to unbuckle my belt as Jenny unbuttoned my shirt. As she pulled my shirt down off my arms, Donna pulled my jeans down and I stepped out of them. 

"That's a beautiful set" Jenny said as she admired my panties and bra "but let's get them off" and reached around and unhooked my bra. Donna looked up at me and slid the black, satin panties down my legs. 

"Let's put these on first" Jenny said and as she picked up the pair of pink panties. 

Donna smiled and said "That's her second pair of pink panties today." 

Jenny grinned and said "But I'll bet these are different from her other pair" and as she slid them up my legs, I saw that they were crotch less. When she spread them over my cheeks, I realized that my anus was not covered at all by the panties. I felt a little awkward but she immediately opened the package with the garter belt and hose and gathered and started drawing the nylons up my legs, sending shivers across my body. 

Jenny said "I think she likes nylons" and smiled at Donna. 

"Oh, definitely. She shivered like that last night" and smiled back. Turning to me she asked, "Didn't you, honey." 

Recalling last night I shivered again and they both laughed as I blushed. 

She then fastened the pink garter belt around my waist and connected the fasteners on the end of the straps to the tops of the nylons. 

Jenny then had me raise my arms and slid the delightful garment down over my chest and back. 

"Look" she said and turned me towards the mirror. 

My breath caught. It was fantastic. The flowing garment draped my breasts and hung down, daintily tickling my upright dick through the see through pink panties. "And now, back into your shoes, girl." 

She once again knelt in front of me and slid the shoes onto my pink stockinged feet, this time affording me a wonderful view of her full breasts riding in the bustier. As I stepped into the shoes I grabbed hold of Jenny's shoulders to steady myself. Again, I felt the calves of my legs push up and my hips rise higher. I tried to stand straight while Jenny intertwined the laces up my calves and tied them, again placing the locking device over the bow and clicking the padlock into place. As she stood up my hands slid from her shoulders and I allowed them to slide over her breasts. 

She stepped back and said "Whoa, young lady. No touching without permission. That's going to cost you a spanking, right Donna?" 

Donna at first looked taken aback, but then a smile crept across her face and she said "That's right. She already had one coming from me, anyway." 

Jenny picked up the riding crop and I grew alarmed. 

"Turn around and bend over" she said to me. 

"Look" I got out before she cut me off. 

"Now!" she commanded, in a voice that did not allow argument. 

I blushed again, but dressed as I was, I didn't feel that I was in a position to create a scene. I turned and bent over slightly. 

Whack. The crop hit my rear end. It wasn't a hard blow but it still stung. I jumped and quickly straightened. 

"Bend over or I'll really let you have it, Miss Vickie. Bad girls deserve spankings." 

I looked at Donna but she made no move to stop Jenny. In fact, I saw that sexual, glazed look in her eyes as she watched. Knowing that she was getting aroused made me determined to play along. I bent back over and purposefully pushed my rear end out. 

"That's better" Jenny said and gave me three more licks. 

I felt my ass starting to burn but found that my dick was getting harder. Jenny hit me once more and turned to Donna. "Would you like to give her the spanking you owe her?" 

Donna took the crop and hit me once tentatively across the buttocks. 

Jenny said "You can't be firm if you're going to be tentative, girl. If you are going to play dominatrix you must develop a certain attitude. Now, hit her!" 

With this Donna swung and, due to inexperience, really hit me hard. I moaned with the pain but determined not to complain. She hit me again and I found myself pushing my ass into the swing, absorbing the fiery bite of the crop with my buttocks spread wide. The crop bit into my anus causing me to burn all the way inside. By this time I was in a sexual frenzy and pushed my ass out for more punishment. Twice more, the crop bit into my backside. I knew that my butt was red with whelps because I could feel it burning. 

Jenny said "I think that's enough, don't you Donna. Let's she if she can remember how to walk properly. If not, we may have to spank her again." 

I straightened up on the pink high heels. I looked into the dressing mirror and was absorbed by the sight. I looked at the pink heels, leather laces winding up my calves, the gold padlocks on the bows, the pink nylons held up by a delightful pink garter belt. The flowing pink negligee hung down and barely covered the pink panties, which barely covered my raging hard on and my bright red butt. I fluffed the negligee and saw the pale pink fingernails accentuating my fingers. I saw my arching eyebrows and my pink lips. Except for not having a wig on, I was the picture of a girl any boy would be proud to have on his arm. I stepped out of the door of the dressing room as the girls followed and delicately walked across the shop, swaying my hips like I had done when Jenny was swaying with me. Turning and walking back, I noticed a rack of beautiful wigs. I stopped and picked up a blonde one and fitted it onto my head. I shook my head and allowed it to fall across my shoulders and down across my breasts. 

I looked defiantly at Jenny and Donna and walked back to them. Looking Donna right in the eyes I turned to Jenny and taking her into my bare arms, pulled her dominatrix body into mine and kissed her deeply, letting our tongues intertwine. Jenny returned the kiss and then leaned back. 

"Not so fast, Victoria. We still have to help Donna into her negligee." and turning to Donna, knelt and unfastened her shoes, sliding them and her socks off of her feet. Standing she began to unbutton her blouse and gently peeled it from her arms. Pulling her close, to where breast touched breast, she reached behind her and unfastened her bra, letting it come slowly down her body, sliding off her arms and baring her lovely breasts. She laid the bra down and reached out to touch Donna breasts and Donna instinctively drew back from the unfamiliar touch. 

"Careful now, honey, or you might get the next spanking." 

Donna smiled, embarrassed at the remark, and stepped back up to Jenny. 

"That's better" Jenny said and began to undo Donna's jeans. Kneeling in front of Donna, she slid them down from her hips, her hands stroking Donna's hips as she did so. She slid them down Donna's shapely legs, letting her hands follow the curves. Donna stepped out of the jeans and Jenny laid them aside. Straightening back up on her knees, her face inches from Donna's mound, she reached for the panties and slowly slid them down Donna's legs. Donna stepped out of the panties and shivered as Jenny leaned forward with her mouth open and breathed softly on Donna's mound. I looked at Donna's face and saw her eyes glazed and her mouth slightly open, her tongue barely protruding, licked her lips. 




Birthday Present Pt. 01



Jenny reached up and taking Donna's buttocks in each lovely hand, moved her face into Donna's private region, snuggling and nuzzling her womb entrance. Donna's knees started to buckle and Jenny's grasp tightened. Parting her lips, her tongue reached out and licked Donna's nether lips. Donna groaned and pushed her vagina into Jenny's mouth. Jenny released Donna's buttocks and lifted her hands to grasp Donna's breasts. Slowly, she let her tongue come out of Donna's vagina and ride up her stomach, rising to her feet, she continued up Donna's body until her tongue reached the valley between Donna's breasts. She veered to the side and took one of Donna's nipples into her mouth, tonguing and gently biting it, bringing it to an exquisite hardness. Moving to the other breast she repeated the procedure until it was equally erect. 

Lifting her head, she looked deeply into Donna's glazed eyes and moved in for a deep, passionate kiss, lips smashing into Donna's, tongues entangled and dancing like a Samba in a Spanish cafe. Tenderly releasing her kiss and stroking Donna's cheek, she said "Let's get you dressed, beautiful." 

Jenny turned and opened the undergarments. Kneeling again, she slid another pair of pink, crotch less panties up Donna's legs, tenderly snugging them into place, purposefully stroking Donna's nether lips as she did so. She gathered and slid the pink nylon up Donna's leg, smoothing and stroking her beautiful leg as she pulled it up. Then she gathered and smoothed the other nylon into place. Hooking the garter belt around Donna's waist, she hooked the garter straps to the nylons. Standing again, she took Donna's arms and raised them above her head and, taking the negligee from the hanger, slid it over Donna's head and down across her perfect breasts and on down, letting it fall to where it barely covered her panties. Reaching out, she released Donna's hair from under the neck of the negligee and let it fall back into place. 

Kneeling again, she removed the shoes from the box and helped Donna step into them. She wrapped the laces around her calves and tied and locked them into place. Reaching out to me, she had me face Donna. 

"Now, turn your heads and look into the mirror." We did so and caught a repeat performance in pink of what we had observed last night. I couldn't believe that so much eroticism had taken place in our lives in just over 24 hours. Donna reached out and pulled me into her and kissed me deeply, our glossed lips sliding over each other, our breasts touching, her pelvis pushing into my hard on. Suddenly I heard a whack and Donna jumped in my arms, her hand going back to her rear end. 

"I didn't say you could touch each other, ladies. Now, both of you bend over and grab those chairs." Donna looked at me with a frightened look and I tried to assure her with my look that it would be ok. We both leaned over and I found myself again pushing my rear end outward, awaiting the lash of the crop. Donna looked at me and also pushed out her buttocks. 

Whack. The crop again fell on my tender behind and I couldn't help but moan. Whack. It fell on Donna again and she cried out. 

"Hold your tongue, wench, or it will be harder next time." Donna stifled her moan as the crop again fell on my backside. I involuntarily moaned and felt a tear escape my eye. I looked at Donna and saw tears rolling down her cheeks as she clenched her teeth to received the lash. We each received ten more licks. I found myself burning with, what felt like, pleasure in my loins and began pushing back into each crop stroke, my backside and anus burning with pain and pleasure. I looked at Donna and she was doing the same, arching her straining buttocks to receive the lash from Jenny, even as her hands clasped the back of the chair tightly with each stroke. 

"Don't move" Jenny said, as she started out of the dressing room. "I think you both are ready now." 

I didn't know what she meant, ready for what. Jenny came walking back in. She had removed her panties and had a double ended dildo strapped onto her pelvis. I could see the back end curved up behind the harness and reaching up into Jenny's vagina. Jenny was rolling a condom down across the shaft and then began applying a clear jell. I thought in astonishment "She's going to screw my wife" when she stepped behind me and began parting my burning cheeks. As I felt the slick dildo start to part my anus, it suddenly started to buzz and vibrate mightily, causing my anus to suddenly open wide. Jenny shoved the vibrating dildo into my rear end slowly, reaching around to stroke my penis through the panties. When she had the shaft completely buried in my rear end she released my penis and grabbed my nipples. Pinching them through the negligee, she forced me to stand upright on the high heels. As I stood up, I could feel my buttocks clenching the vibrating dildo shaft. She turned me towards Donna and said "On your knees, bitch. You know what to do." 

Donna fell to her knees and began sucking on my turgid member. After a few minutes I was ready to ejaculate when Jenny reached down and pushed Donna's head back. Tilting her head up, she looked into her eyes and said "Now, get behind me, Miss Donna." 

Donna looked puzzled, since I had not climaxed yet, but obediently moved on her knees behind Jenny as Jenny turned me back around and made me grab the chair again. Leaning over me, shoving the dildo even farther into my ass, she told Donna "You know what to do, honey. Use your lovely tongue on me." 

I looked back to see Donna slowly move her face into Jenny's rear end. I could see her tongue out and watched her head bobbing up and down as she reamed Jenny's anus. Jenny moaned loudly and said "That's it, you beautiful, ass licking bitch. Make me cum while I screw your lovely, sissy girl, husband until she can't take it any more. More tongue, bitch. Get it deep inside me and make me cum. Run your beautiful finger up into my vagina and rub my clit. Make me cum. Grab Victoria's dick and make her cum. Push that ass back into my dick, Miss Vickie, and take all I've got to give." 

As Jenny reamed me and the dildo vibrated inside my colon, Donna stroked my hard on through the pale pink panties and shoved her tongue deep inside Jenny's anus and vigorously rubbed Jenny's clitoris, I climaxed, the end of my penis sticking out above the top of the panties shooting semen all over the chair. I disengaged my self from the thrusting dildo and moved behind Donna while Jenny grabbed the back of the chair. I fell to my knees and thrust my face into Donna's panty covered red ass. Sticking my tongue into her anus, I began to screw her with my tongue, returning her favor to Jenny. Jenny groaned and shoved her ass back into Donna's face, now free from having to shove forward into me. Donna moaned and shoved her lovely behind harder against my face and I tongued her for all I was worth. 

I could imagine what we looked like in the mirror. A beautiful redheaded dominatrix having her ass eaten by a beautiful blonde in a pink negligee and high heels who was, in turn, having her ass eaten by a similar looking blonde in a matching pink negligee and high heels. As I imagined the view, Jenny released the chair with one hand and grabbed the dildo, pushing it up into her and shoving her rear end into Donna's mouth. Donna, at the same time reached down with her free hand and began caressing her clitoris and pushing her rear into my probing tongue. Jenny and Donna both suddenly erupted into a pulsing climax, tensing up and quivering all over. 

As we disengaged, Jenny turned around and kissed Donna deeply. Then she reached out to me and pulled my face up to theirs. I pushed my mouth into the kiss and we all linked tongues and dipped our tongues into each other mouths in a juicy, three way kiss. Jenny withdrew slightly and said "Do you think you would like the items?" 

Donna and I looked at each other and grinned. "I think we'll take all of them, including the dildo and crop" Donna said. 

Jenny replied, "Very well, I'll ring them up while you two get dressed." 

Donna and I went back into the dressing room. She looked at me and looked down at the shoes and then down at her own shoes. "Just put your shirt on over what you are wearing" she said. It's late and we're not far from home. I don't want to take the time to undo these shoes and change." 

"I don't know, hon. I could be in trouble if we should get stopped for anything." 

Donna looked at me and leaned over and picked up the riding crop. 

"I would think that you have had enough spanking for one night, dear." 

I agreed that I had and slipped my shirt on over the negligee. I knew I couldn't get my pants on over the heels so I picked them and my shoes and socks up and straightened up. 

"That's better, honey." Donna purred and picked up her shirt and put it on. Then she picked up her remaining clothes and handed them to me. "I'll pay for and carry our purchases" she said and started for the front of the store with her purse. 

I followed her, careful to immitate her walk. Jenny had finished bagging everything, including a fresh dom outfit and the crop, boots, and dildo and harness. "I put the wrappers from your garter set in the bag, too, just in case you wanted them for anything. And I see you like your purchases enough to wear them home" she said, smiling, and rang up the total. Donna handed her a credit card and then signed the slip. Jenny's hand lingered a little long on Donna's as she took the slip from her. "I hope you two girls will come back again and if you do, make it at closing time." 

"You can bet on that" I initiated as we turned to go. Jenny unlocked and opened the door for us and peeked out. 

"I think the coast is clear" and we slipped out but as Donna was opening the door for me a passing car slowed down and two guys wolf whistled at us and sped off. 

Donna smiled at me and said "We do look marvelous, Victoria." I got in the car and hid under the clothes I was carrying while she put the packages in the back seat. She came around the car and got in. As she started the car she turned and looked at me. "Hasn't this been an incredible evening?" 

I agreed but inserted that my rear end was sore. She smiled and said "So is mine but it just reminds me of how much fun this has been." 

As we reached the house and pulled into the drive I could see that there was no traffic. Thankful that no neighbors were out, I waited again for Donna to open the door and then stood in my high heels, patiently waiting while she got the packages and opened the back door. Safely inside, I sashayed into the bedroom, dropping our shoes to the floor and our pants in the chair. Donna set the packages down and turned to me. She unbuttoned the shirt and slid it off of my shoulders and arms. Tossing it into the chair she unbuttoned and removed her shirt. 

"I'm going to undo your shoe locks and you can take them off" she said "but I want you to sleep in the rest of your outfit, ok Miss Vickie." 

I remembered, quickly, what saying no might bring and agreed to her request. She smiled and squeezed my forearms, pulling me into her kiss. 

"Oh, I just love my new lover, Victoria. We are going to have so much fun."

Her Side 

I sent Victoria off to work with a fresh pair of pink panties and his new pink garter belt and nylons on under his suit. He wanted to put socks on over the hose but I would not let him. I didn't want him to get too comfortable with his feminine wear. I figured I would let him experience what women did years ago when they couldn't let even their ankles show in public. I also convinced him to put on a very light coating of the pink lip gloss, telling him that if anyone noticed and said anything, he could say that it was an ointment for chapped lips. He didn't mention or complain about the pink nails. They are a very light pink and I honestly think he forgot about them. I had only extended them slightly past his own nails. One thing that I didn't tell him was that I had sprayed just a hint of my perfume into his panties before I brought them into the bathroom and laid them on the counter. I also put a little between my breasts so that if he did notice the feminine scent, he would think it was coming from me. I also knew that the perfume is activated by body heat and would become more obvious as the day progressed. 

I got a fresh cup of coffee and clicked on the computer. After getting on line I decided to find out a little more about why Vic had allowed himself to be molded so quickly. I knew that, basically, it was just the great sex we were having in the process. But I wanted to read what other men who liked to wear panties were thinking. I went back to the Pantiesetc site and logged in as a guest and started reading. What I found was surprising to me. Besides the guys who liked men, there were dozens of married men who were either wearing panties secretly or else the wives knew but preferred not to know. I don't know how I would have reacted if Vic had come to me wanting to wear women's underwear. I suppose I would have found it a bit puzzling myself. As I read on, I found that it was a common desire of most of these men that their wives would approve and participate. For most of them, that was not to be and I could see that it created a situation where a lot of stealth and secrecy was needed in order to preserve their relationships. Most of them seemed to feel that they were cheating on their wives in some way. 

I leaned back from the screen and thought about what had developed in our situation. I know that the trust factor between Vic and myself has increased. I have always trusted his judgement and leading in our life and I think he is beginning to trust my leading in our sex life, at least I hope that he is. I'm not trying to turn him into a woman because I love and cherish my man. But the last two days have taught me that a sense of the risque and a hit of sexual danger can be very exciting. Victor/Victoria has had five climaxes and I've had four in two days. That didn't even happen when we were on our honeymoon and screwed around like rabbits. Well, I decided, I know that this is just a game. But it can be a quick hand of Old Maid or a game of Monopoly. I'm having fun and I vote for Monopoly. 

My mind drifted back to last night. What an eventful shopping experience. I was surprised that I did not find myself jealous because of the interplay between Jenny and Victoria, probably because I was an integral part of the experience and got as hot as both of them did. I also marvelled at my first experience with an actual woman and what I allowed myself to do during the experience. I can honestly say that I have never had the slightest desire to kiss another woman's rear end. But when Jenny took command and ordered me, it felt like the thing to do. When you allow yourself to play around sexually, you never know where it's going to take you. I guess that dressing Vic up and mentally making love to him as a woman open up my sexual door to the actual experience. I thought about kissing Jenny over Victoria's shoulder and started to get aroused. 

I started to touch myself when I noticed that it was getting late and I had a lunch appointment with Gail. I found Gail's face replacing Jenny's and thought "I've got to stop this. I'm getting out of control here." Quickly banning the thought from my mind, I showered and quickly dressed. Subconsciously, I suppose, I put on some of my sexier under garments and a sheer pink blouse and black, form fitting slacks. Noticing the pink high heels from last night, I thought "Why not." Pulling up my pants legs I slid the shoes on and quickly wound the laces up my calves and tied them. No need for the little lock today, I pulled the pants legs back down and stood up. Turning to the mirror I could see that I looked sexier than usual, but with the idea that had been stirring in my brain, I figured that wouldn't hurt anything. 

Pulling up in front of Vic's office, I checked my makeup in the mirror. As I walked in the front door, Gail looked up and I saw her do a double take as I turned to shut the door. It came to me that my breasts and bra were clearly visible through my sheer blouse as I stood in profile in the daylight. I closed the door and stepped up to her desk and leaning over, took both of her hands. 

"I hope you're hungry. I'm starving" I said as I squeezed her hands in greeting. She squeezed my hands back and looking me straight in the eyes with only a hint of a smile, said "I'm famished, and I'm ready to go." 

I started for Vic's office when he steeped out of the door. His shaped brows rose when he saw the blouse and shoes. I purposefully glanced down at his crotch in a playful manner and I could swear I saw him start to rise. 

"Hey, honey. Gail and I are going to lunch now. We'll see you in a while." 

Knowing that we would be having a talk that should help make him a little less uneasy, he said "It's been slow. You girls take as much time as you want. I can cover the phones." 

I kissed him and said "That's sweet. I swear you're becoming more considerate by the minute" and laughed as Gail and I walked out the door. 

We made chit chat on the drive to a good eating establishment in the area. After receiving our drinks, Gail said "I just love your blouse and shoes. I think pink is such a pretty color. I guess I mean that it makes one feel feminine. You know what I mean?." 

"Oh, definitely" I agreed, and deciding to plunge right into it "That's why I've got Vic in pink panties, pink garter belt, and pink nylons today" and looked her right in the eyes to gage her reaction. 

"Really" she said, and smiled back at me "and I bet they go great with his pink nails and lipstick, don't they?" 

I smiled back at her. "I see you're not taken aback." 

"Not at all. I've been know to play a sexual game or two." 

"Oh no, not you too." I feigned surprise. She looked at me and smiled sweetly. Setting down her tea, she reached across the table and placed her cool hand on mine. 

"Oh, yes" she said. "Games are the spice of life." 

I did not remove my hand from her touch and seeing that the opportunity had arisen, I said "Then maybe you'd like to join in our's." Sitting back, my hand still on the table under Gail's I waited, somewhat apprehensively." 

Wrapping her fingers around my hand, she gave my hand a squeeze and said "I was afraid you wouldn't ask. I thought about you guys all evening and wished that I could be a part of what you were obviously doing. I noticed yesterday that Vic was aroused but didn't guess why until he bent over in front of the file cabinet and I saw his panty lines. Then I suspected that something was going on but never dreamed that you were part of it. A lot of guys get excited about wearing women's panties but I don't think very many wives know it. Imagine my surprise when I saw you out with him wearing fingernail polish and lip gloss and a bra shape showing through his shirt. What are you guys doing?" 

I was about to confide in her when a lady came into the restaurant and started to take a table near ours. I smiled at her and said "We must like the same eating places. This is the second time we've met in less than a day." 

Recognizing me, she smiled a slightly embarrassed smile and looking at Gail, her brows lifted and she smiled at her. "And you came in just as this charming couple were leaving, didn't you? My, but it is a small place." Turning back to me she said "You know, I was thinking about our short conversation and I have a, somewhat personal, question I'd like to ask you sometime." 

I quickly thought of our few comments from last night and guessed what the topic of her question might be. "Look, why don't you sit and eat with us. I can guess what you might want to talk about and, actually, Gail and I were just on the subject ourselves." 




Birthday Present Pt. 02



Her Side

I ran my fingers into Victoria's beautiful blonde hair and pulled her glossy lips against my labia, pushing up to meet her soft tongue as she probed my wet slit. She knelt beside the sofa, her face buried in my nest, her blonde hair spilling across my stomach, her silky blouse tight against her breasts, her jeans outlining the curve of her luscious buttocks, one knee in the air with the toe of her high heels dug into the carpet, the other knee on the floor, her foot pointed back with sole upward, heel pointing towards the ceiling. I couldn't see her crotch, but could guess what was going on inside those black panties. I could see and feel the wonderful lesbian kiss on my mound and, at the same time, had the knowledge that this was my wonderful husband performing this service to me.

I glanced up at the scene on the television, three beautiful women making love while two of them were tied almost impossibly together and hanging from a bar in the doorway. Just as they started climaxing, I climaxed, the strong current rushing through my head, exploding into a gushing waterfall as it hit the top, and running, like warm water, back down across my mind and out to cleanse my body of all tension and strength. I collapsed back onto the sofa as Victoria lovingly lapped up my love juices with her beautiful tongue.

I guided her face to mine and deeply kissed her, our lipsticked lips engaging each other, tongues intertwining. I could taste my own juices in her kiss and felt an immediate desire to taste her love potion. Having her stand, I knelt in front of her and unzipped her jeans, rolling them down off of her hips, exposing the lovely black silk panties. Her penis was extended above the top of the panties and I pulled the silky things down below her full testicles and took her into my mouth. I could smell her perfume and feel the smoothness of her shaved stomach. I ran my hand under the garter straps and cupped her hips in my hands. I lowered and lifted my head, sliding up and down on her turgid penis, licking her with my tongue as I sucked on her. She grabbed my head and steadied herself as she almost lost her balance on her heels. 

I held her tightly to steady her and let the middle finger of my right hand slide into her crack and brush her rose bud. I felt her respond to the stroke and slightly push back onto my finger, her head laid back on her neck, her mouth open, gasping for air. I stroked deeper with my mouth, taking her into my throat while I pushed deeper into her anus with my finger, finding her prostate and massaging it. I felt her start to tremble and then her legs tense as she erupted into my mouth. I moved back a little and sucked and drank her love lotion, relishing the slightly salty taste and holding some in my mouth as I drained her to softness. 

Pulling her down, I gently but deeply kissed her lovely mouth, sharing her own juices with her. Her eyes opened and she looked at me as I pushed it into her mouth, but she accepted it and swallowed as I tongued her mouth. I pulled her down onto the carpet and we lay side by side, her laying in the crook of my arm as I stroked her nipples through her silky blouse. I would have never dreamed that my Vic could be so sexy and tender and feminine and such a wonderful lover. I was enjoying being the leader in our love making and in stretching Victoria in the area of imagination and feelings. She had only resisted slightly and had taken to the domination and discipline with unexpected acceptance. I could see that Vic was enjoying the abundance of new sensuality as much as I and wondered what kind of things that we could do to extend this pleasure without getting out of control. I did not want to fall into some kind of routine with this play acting because I was sure it would get boring if we did. Nor did I want to get into any kind of abasement of either of us.

"Victoria, what kind of things would you like to do to continue this role playing, if you want to?" I asked him.

"I was lying here thinking along the same lines." he said. "From some of the e-mails we have gotten, it seems that a lot of guys get a rush dressing in public and shopping for clothes. I know that I've been terrified the times that we were out, but there was a dangerous thrill at the same time."

"I was thinking along the same lines, dear. I love the sex, but I think there is more than that to explore the kinkiness of cross dressing. Why don't we plan a shopping trip, maybe on the other side of town."

Victoria grinned, her lipstick smeared and her hair mussed up. 

"I can't believe I am agreeing to do this. I must be out of my mind. But I feel that you've started me on a trip that is going to be hard to return from. I hope you like female companionship, because it is hard to be masculine wearing all this."

He nuzzled closer into my arms and gently kissed me, a very feminine and tasty kiss.

Chapter Nine

As we finished our coffee and pastries, Donna said that she was going to get cleaned up and ready for a shopping trip. She suggested that I fix my makeup and add a little fresh perfume. She went into the other bathroom to shower and I went into the one off of our bedroom. I took a tissue and wiped the smeared lipstick off and then, picking up the tube, reapplied it, carefully outlining my beautiful lips and then filling in the rest. Then I realized what I was thinking. I wondered when I had started thinking of my lips as beautiful. Before Donna had started putting lip gloss on them, I had never even noticed them in the sense of describing them. Now, all of a sudden, I'm thinking of them as beautiful. 

I slowly ran my pink tongue over my lips as I partially open my mouth. I shook my head and let the blonde hair fall naturally back into place. Unbuttoning my blouse and couple of buttons, I sprayed some of Donna's perfume into the cleft of the black, lacy bra and watched, transfixed, as it evaporated in the cleft of my breasts. The rich scent drifting up to my nose, I deeply inhaled its fragrance. I straightened up and reached into my blouse, slipping my hand into my bra and pinching my own nipple. I felt a flush come over my body and my dick start to get hard again. It pulsed with the rush of blood into it and I adjusted myself with my other hand. 

Suddenly, I realized what I was doing. I was making love to the woman in the mirror, but, at the same time, I was that woman. I stopped caressing myself and buttoned up my blouse. "My blouse" I thought, "my lips, my breasts, my bra, my panties, my garter, my nylons, my high heels." What had I done? Where had I gone? Who was this woman staring at me seductively from the mirror?

I was falling in love with Victoria, but where was Victor? As Victoria became more and more real, Victor seemed to be fading away. This can't be happening. I am Victor. I have a wife, Donna. I have a career. I play handball. I'm athletic. I'm not a woman. I put my hand on my now softening dick. Not even close to being a woman. 

I love good sex, but I realized that I had let a sex game get out of hand. I took off the wig, then the blouse, laying them on the counter. Bending over with difficulty, I unfastened and slid the high heels off of my feet and set them on the counter. Unzipping the jeans, I wiggled my hips until I could get them below my butt and peeled them off of my legs. I stood back up and looked at myself. Full makeup and black, lacy bra, black garter belt and hose, and black silky panties. I wavered slightly in my determination. Steeling myself, I slid the bra down and turned it so that I could unfasten it and laid it with the other clothing. I slid the panties off and tossed them onto the pile. I reached down and unhooked each of the tabs on the garter, releasing the black, shimmering hose. Reaching behind me, I unhooked and removed the garter and laid it reluctantly on the counter. Sitting on the stool, I slowly slid the delicate hose off of my smooth legs and added them to the pile.

I looked at myself in the mirror, completely naked and hairless but with perfume reeking from my chest and full makeup on my face.

"Goodbye, Miss Vickie. It was fun while it lasted but I've got to have myself back." I turned and stepped into the shower, turned on and adjusted the water, reached up and grabbed the cold cream and, opening it, started to clean off my face. As the water rinsed off the last of the makeup and I soaped and washed off the perfume, that famous line from the horror movie ran across my mind. 

"I'm back!" I said, in my best Freddie voice and grinned as I finished my shower. Going into the bedroom, I pulled a pair of BVD's from the drawer, and my jeans and tee shirt and a pair of white crew socks. I quickly got dressed and pulled on my tennis shoes. Looking into the mirror, I thought that I didn't look too bad for all the wear and tear I had gone through in the last few days. I grinned and thought that it didn't take near as long for a guy to get dressed as it does for a woman.

Her Side

I finished my shower and makeup, got dressed and went to the den where Victoria was watching TV. I stopped short when I saw Vic sitting on the sofa in jeans and tee shirt. I shouldn't have thought a thing of it but I was looking forward to buying clothes for Victoria and making a game of it. I figured I could keep him aroused all day by teasing him and occasionally embarrassing him in a store. 

I started to voice my disappointment and quickly thought better of it. He must be having a male/female crisis and I did not want to set him in defense of his manhood. I love him in either persona, but it has been very stimulating to feminize him. 

"I see you decided to be Vic today, honey. Are you still going to go shopping with me?" I smiled, hoping he would not back out.

"Sure I'll go with you. I just got to feeling really funny about going out dressed as a woman. I mean when we are here having sex it is one thing, but running around town like I'm some kind of female impersonator is not my idea of a smart thing to do. I've got customers and friends all over town and I can't afford to lose either one. Let's just keep our little game between ourselves, ok honey?" and he stood up to go.

"That's fine, Vic. I just thought you might get a kick out of shopping in femme. But we can still have fun." I took his hand, with his pink nails, and started for the door. I find myself making little plans all the time, and one was starting to form in my mind for today. We'll see, I thought to myself, as I got into the passenger seat of the car.

We walked into the front entrance of the new mall across town and Vic spotted a sporting goods store right away. Drawing me into the store, he soon had purchased a new handball glove. As we left the store, I spotted a Victoria's Secret store and drew Vic to the window. there was a mannequin with a beautiful peach colored bra, panty, and garter and hose set. I saw Vic do a double take. 

"That is a gorgeous underwear set, isn't it."

Vic agreed as his eyes traveled over the ensemble, taking in the lace and delicate feminine design. I could see that it had more than taken his attention and I wondered what he was thinking. His face seem to be slightly flushed and, as he turned to go, I stopped him.

"Come on, baby. Let's at least go in and see how much it is. I can tell you like it." I took his hand and pulled him into the frilly store. A beautiful sales girl approached us to help. 

"Where is the peach set that is in the window?" I asked her.

She smiled and said that she thought that was a beautiful set as she led us to the display. Vic reached out and picked up the lacy bra. I saw the girl look twice at his manicured pink nails and wondered what she was thinking. 

"I love it," I said. "Vic, do you want to see it on?"

"I'm sorry, but store policy is that you can't try on these undergarments" the pretty girl said, in apology. 

"Oh, we are going to take them, for sure. We'll bring all the tags out to ring them up" I assured her.

"Oh, ok. In that case, let me help you find your sizes. The dressing room is right over there" pointing.

"I can get them, but thanks" I said, and indicating a lady who was looking like she wanted some help, "I think she needs some help."

She left to assist the lady and I quickly gathered up the ensemble in sizes that I knew would fit Victoria, but didn't let him know what I was doing.

"Come on Vic, let's see how this looks."

"I know you'll be beautiful in them. Why don't you go on and I'll wait in the mall."

"Come on," I said, taking his hand. "I really want your opinion."

Reluctantly, he accompanied me into the tiny dressing room, shutting the door and sliding the latch behind us.

I tuned to face him and sexily snuggled up against him. 

"Isn't this cozy," I said as I ran my hand across his crotch.

"Mm, very" he responded and pushed his penis against my hand. 

I rubbed my hand up and down on his penis and gave him a sexy french kiss. I felt him start to harden. Running my hands up his chest, I pinched his nipples, hard.

"Ouch!" he said "Not so hard."

He pulled me into his embrace and kissed me deeply, running his hand down to my hips and pulling me into him.

I gently broke away from his embrace.

"Whoa, big boy, let's try this outfit before we loose control here" I teased as I grabbed his tee shirt and started pulling it up from the bottom.

"What are you doing?" he asked as he started to stop me.

"You can't try this bra on with your tee shirt on, dear. Raise your arms."

He blushed as he realized what I intended to do. Reluctantly, he raise his arms and I slid the tee shirt off over his head. Tossing it on the bench, I picked up the beautiful peach lacy bra and removed the tags. 

"Hold your arms out."

As he complied, I slid the straps over his arms and slid the bra up to his breasts, turning him around so that I could fasten the delicate item. Turning him back around, I pushed his breasts up into the cups, filling them out and creating cleavage. I slipped to the side so that he could see himself in the mirror. I saw his eyes slightly glaze over as he drank in the beauty of the bra. I knew that Victoria was back and that I had her for the rest of the day. Our shopping trip was going to be fun after all.

Chapter Ten

I could feel the blood rushing to my face and to my dick as I looked lovingly at the beautiful peach bra that I stood there modeling. I felt my back straighten and my chest stick out as I captured the image in my mind. Despite my resolve earlier, here I was, back in a woman's garment and having all kinds of conflicting feelings surge through me. I desperately wanted the rest of the garments. I wanted to feel them caressing my body, the silk on my privates, snugging against my penis and balls, the nylons tugging at the garter straps with every step, massaging my shaven legs, shaping my calves. 

Without Donna even asking me to, I bent over and pulled off my tennis shoes. I stood and unfastened the jeans and slid them off of my smooth legs. I removed the socks and BVD's and picked up the package of peach nylons and removed them gently from the packaging. Donna watched, a slight smile on her lips, as I rolled first one, and then the other, and worked them luxuriously up my smooth legs, smoothing them over my thighs. I took the tag off of the lacy peach garter and hooked it in front of me, then twisted it around so that the hook was in the rear. I put my hose covered leg up on the bench and leaning to the side, hooked the garter to the nylon tops, adjusting the lovely straps to the correct length, and repeating the process on the other leg.

I picked up the dainty, lacy panties and removed the tag. As I slid them slowly up my smooth legs, I enjoyed the satiny feel of the panties brushing my nylon encased legs and the feel of the satin on my penis and balls and buns as I adjusted them into place. I turned and looked in the mirror at the beautiful ensemble, and although I did not have my wig or make up, I saw the beautiful woman that I was becoming looking back at me. My hand went to my now turgid penis and stroked it lovingly as I pushed against my hand with my crotch. 

The sound of the sales girls talking interrupted my reverie and I slowly came to my senses. I took Donna in my arms and kissed her.

"I love it, Miss Donna!" I exclaimed.

"I love it, too, Miss Vickie" she replied. "Consider it just another little part of your birthday present."

I started to reach behind me to unfasten the bra. She stopped me.

"Leave it on and put your clothes on over it. I get creamy just thinking about what you are wearing underneath."

I pulled my shirt over my head and settled it into place. You could definitely see the outline of my breasts under the shirt. Pulling up the jeans and fastening them, I reach for my socks.

"You don't need them" Donna said and put my socks and underwear in her purse.

I slipped into my tennis shoes, which felt funny and loose with only the nylons on. Donna gathered up the tags and opened the door. We walked up to the counter to pay. Another clerk was working the register and looked at the tags as Donna handed them to her.

"Oh, I see you decided to wear them," she smiled as she looked at Donna. "Would you like a bag for your old undies?"

"Yes, please" Donna replied, and when handed the bag, took my shorts and socks out of her purse and put them in the bag, along with the tags.

The clerk's eyes widened as she saw the BVD's and crew socks. She stole a glance at me and instantly saw the bra under my shirt. Keeping her cool, she finished ringing up the garments and handed Donna the receipt.

"That ensemble is quite beautiful and I hope you really enjoy it" she smiled, as she looked me right in the eyes.

I blushed and tried to think of something to say.

Donna saved me, I think, by smiling back and answering.

"I know she will. And I will, too" as we turned and walked out of the store.

Strolling hand in hand down the mall, Donna steered me gently in a shoe store and picking up a tan pair of five inch heels with ankle straps, she asked a clerk for a pair in my size. The clerk looked a little puzzled as she looked at Donna's feet, but brought the heels out. Seating me, Donna asked her to make sure they fit me properly. 

The girl looked at me and noticed the bra outline under my shirt. She untied my tennis shoes and as she slipped them off, she saw the nylons on my feet. Slipping the heels onto my feet, she fastened the straps and stood and held out her hands to assist me to my feet, a slight smile on her pretty lips. I think that she was waiting to see me fall off of the heels.

I stood to my feet and daintily walked across the store and back, swinging my hips as Jenny had taught me. The heels clicked on the hardwood floor. I caught my image in the mirror. Once again, the heels had pushed my calves up and my hips also, so that even in the man's jeans that I wore, you could see the feminine figure. 

Donna clasped her hands together and exclaimed.

"Those are gorgeous! We'll just wear them out of the store" and began putting my shoes in the box.

The girl rang up the shoes and we paid and walked out of the store.

I immediately started getting stares as I clicked down the mall floor in the heels.

I stopped and turned to Donna.

"Donna, if we are going to do this, we've got to get a wig and I've got to get back into make up. I can't stand all of the weird looks that I'm getting dressed in clothing of both genders."

She smiled and pointed two stores up at the display of wigs. We walked in and a man walked up to us. I was terrified to confront a man dressed as I was.

I needn't have worried. He flipped his wrist at me, stopping his hand when his finger was pointed at my head. 

"Let me guess. Mm... a blonde?" he asked, in an affected manner, arching his shaped eyebrows in question.




Birthday Present Pt. 02



"First guess" Donna grinned, and picking up a smartly styled short blonde wig, "how about this one?"

"Excellent choice" chimed the clerk. "You must be fans of Cold Case on television."

Taking the wig from Donna, he fitted it to my head, touching it here and there, moving a strand of hair this way and that, humming to himself.

"Shake your head, dear" he said and I found myself complying.

His hands flew up to his cheeks, palms touching together under his chin and outstretched fingers touching each cheek.

"Oh, it's just gorgeous" he exclaimed, echoing Donna's comment about my shoes.

"Do you have a mirror where we could apply some make up?" Donna asked, sweetly. 

"For you lovely ladies, certainly. But, better than that..." and he pointed across the hall, his forarm straight up and his wrist at a right angle. Our eyes followed his point and we saw a glamor shots store where employees were busy applying make up to girls before taking photos of them.

"Oh no" I said. "Not in these clothes."

"In that case..." and he pointed two doors down from the glamor store to a stylish women's clothing store.

Donna's eyes lit up and after paying for the wig, she gave the clerk a kiss on the cheek.

"My, my, but only from one of you?"

Donna laughed and turned to me with her hands on her hips.

"Well, Miss Vickie?"

I don't have a clue why I did it, but I leaned over and kissed the effeminate man on the other cheek.

"Thank you" I mumbled, my face red with embarrassment.

"Oh, sweetie, don't mention it" and winked at me as we turned and walked out of the store. My ears were red with embarrassment and I turned to Donna.

"That was not at all funny!" I said as I stopped short.

"Oh dear, don't you see. That's all it was. It was just fun. There was nothing sexual or queer about it. It was just a joke on you, no harm intended, except to slightly embarass you and make this more fun. Come on. Let's get you made up first, then we'll go dress shopping before the pictures. Ok, Miss Vickie?"

And with that she grabbed my hand and pulled me into the glamor shop.

A pretty girl approached us, and after looking at me in my wig and high heels, my bra pushing my tee shirt out prominently, she grinned and took my hand.

"I can see which one of you wants to be made up."

She studied my face, taking my chin in her hand and turning my head to one side then the other.

"You have a face structure that some women would die for. This is going to be so easy, I almost hate to charge you."

She looked at the tee shirt and jeans.

"We have an assortment of wraps that you can use for the posing, so the clothes are no problem."

Donna spoke up.

"We'll just have the make up session first. Then we are going dress shopping. We'll be back for the photo session. Would that be a problem?"

"Oh, not at all. Well, lets get you started, dear. My name is Debbie, and I'll be doing your make over."

With that she squeezed my hand and drew me to one of the make up booths. Donna pulled up a chair to watch. I sat down and Debbie took a couple of hair clips and clipped my hair back from my face. She then got a clean wash cloth and wet it with hot water. She meticulously washed my face and then dried it. It seemed like a familiar process already, having a beautiful woman work over my face. I sat back and tried to relax, conscious that several of the customers had looked me over pretty good, and that a couple had tried unsuccessfully to suppress giggles. I only hoped that none of them knew me. I had not seen any familiar faces in the mall and I was certainly looking out for them. I planned on doing a quick dodge if I did see someone I knew.

Donna watched the process and, as we got down toward the end, her smile started to grow. Finally, Debbie took hold of the chair and swivelled me around toward the mirror. I could not believe my beautiful eyes. I swear, I looked like a model or a movie star. My hand went involuntarily up to my cheek. Donna had done a great job on me before, but this was something a whole step beyond that. I felt my penis start to harden as I looked at the details of my face. Never would I have guessed that this face was possible from the face that I had been seeing in the mirror all of my life.

I saw Debbie glance down at my crotch, which was becoming quite obviously not a girls crotch, and smile. She looked at Donna and caught her eye and glanced back at my crotch.

"I think she approves, don't you?" and grinned at Donna.

"Oh yes, I think she does" Donna grinned back. "We are going a couple of doors down for a dress. Can we pay you now and come back in a little while for the photo shoot?"

"Of course."

She led us to the cash register and Donna paid her.

"See you in a little bit, and I hope you find a beautiful dress, one that will go with that wonderful face" Debbie intoned as we left the store. 

I got several double takes as we went the short distance to the clothing store and headed for some sexy, frilly dresses. Donna picked up a beautiful peach colored dress that you could practically see through. My breath caught. It was so beautiful, so sheer. I could just see myself in it and I practically drug Donna through the store to the changing room.

I took the dress from Donna and entered the room, latching the door behind me. I carefully pulled my tee shirt over my head, trying not to mess up my hair. Tossing it aside, I sat down and unfastened the heels and slipped them off of my nylon clad feet. I stood back up and slid the jeans down over my encased legs and kicked them off. Almost holding my breath, I unfastened the dress and slid it over my head, relishing the deliciously feminine feeling as it slid down over my bra and then my garter and panties, finally settling to brush daintily against my thighs. I could feel the slight rush of air from the dress movement on my panty encased penis and shivered.

It was then that I realized that I couldn't button up the back of the dress. The buttons were tiny and the dress was low necked and had a high back. I tried but could not reach them. I so wanted to just step out of the room and floor Donna with the beautiful sight, but it was not to be. I sat and fastened the high heels back on and stood. I opened the door a little and asked Donna if she could do me up. Her mouth flew open and she couldn't suppress a laugh as she came into the dressing room.

"You can't believe how feminine that one little phrase sounds."

Puzzled, I asked what she meant.

"How many times and how many women have asked the same thing of their mates?" she grinned turned me around and began to button the tiny buttons. I thought about what she said and marvelled at what seemed to be happening to me. Even in the little things I was being forced into feminine habits. Finished, she turned me around. Her mouth flew open and her eyes grew wide. 

"Oh, Victoria, I am absolutely speechless."

She drew close to me and taking me in her arms, her pelvis pushing against mine in the satiny dress, deeply kissed me, her lipstick covered lips merging with mine and our tongues intertwining. She slowly released me and I got my breath. She picked up my clothes and dropped them in the larger bag she had gotten from the shoe store.

"Come, you've got to see this."

She led me out of the room and in front of the mirror. I really have no words for how I felt. It was so sexual and so dramatic. I swear I could have posed for Playboy. I longed to make love to Donna just as I was dressed. In fact, I wanted it all. I wanted Donna and Gail and Jenny. And, as I looked at my image in the mirror, I wanted Victoria, one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. I felt my hard on raging and straining against the panties. Only the free flowing folds of the beautiful dress kept this from being obvious and embarassing. My breasts jutted defiantly from the low neckline. My hips flared the dress below my slim waist. My underwear set was faintly visible through the folds of the dress and my legs looked like they went on forever. My feet with my polished nails showing through the nylons in the open toed heels, looked dainty and sexy. I wished that I could somehow turn my raging hard on around and push it up through my own rosebud. I so wanted Victoria.

Donna, sensing my need, took my hand as she glanced around the store. Stepping close, she rubbed my hard on through my dress with her other hand and whispered in my ear.

"Not yet, dearest. First, the pictures. I want something to remember this beautiful vision by. Then I'll take you home and screw your eyes out."

She led me by my hand to the counter and after paying for the dress, walked hand in hand with me to the glamor store. I swear, I stopped all the pedestrian traffic in the mall as I swished and clicked my way into the store. Debbie saw us enter the store. He mouth flew open as she was up to us. 

"Oh my gosh. You have got to be the most beautiful woman we have ever done here. I can't believe it."

Turning to the other girls, she took my hand and spun me around.

"Can you believe this?" she said. 

They all instantly deserted their customers and swarmed around me. Touching my hair, fluffing the folds of the dress, holding my hands daintily and inspecting my nails and my face, they giggled and made comments to each other. I looked for Donna, but she had stepped back out of the limelight and was standing there with a big grin on her face. The girls slowly returned to their customers, immediately filling them in on what all the fuss was about, eliciting surprised stares from all of them. Debbie led me back to the photo room and coaxed me through about an hour long shoot. She tried different sets of clip on earrings on me, some petite and some long and dangly.

Donna spoke up and said "Victoria, we'll have to get your ears pierced soon so you can wear the nicer earrings."

Debbie spoke up.

"We don't usually take nearly this long, but with your permission, I want to give some of these shots to the General Manager to have made up as some of our advertising shots. No one will ever know that you weren't born a woman. That will be our little secret."

Donna spoke up for me and excitedly agreed for them to use any of the shots that they wanted.

"Excellent, and I going to refund your payment. They may even pay you for the shots and use you again, it you think you would like that."

"Oh, Victoria. Let's do it, ok?"

Realizing what she had said, Donna stopped and turned to Debbie.

"Of course she would like that." and turning back to me "Wouldn't you, Miss Vickie?"

I immediately caught the shift in attitude and slightly lowered my face and eyes.

"If it pleases you, Miss Donna, then it pleases me" I answered, demurely, remembering the riding crop on my pantied buns.

"Wonderful," replied Debbie, addressing Donna and ignoring me. "I think she will make a most wonderful model."

She led us to the register and refunded our money and got our names and phone number.

"I'm sure we'll be in touch. You should get your pictures in a couple of weeks, and thank you so much for choosing our store. You have been a sensational customer." she looked straight at me as she made the last statement and I felt myself blush.

"Well, you have done some wonderful artwork" I replied.

"Oh no. You are the artwork. I just filled in the colors." 

She smiled and waved bye to us as we left the store.

We walked down the mall, Donna carrying the bag with my clothes in it. We stopped at a Starbucks and purchased coffee and sat at a little table to drink it. I set the coffee down and smoothed my dress under me as I sat down. I turned to the side of the table facing Donna and crossed my legs, letting my high heel covered foot dangle, smoothing my dress around my legs to safe keep my privates.

Donna observed the passersby as they observed two beautiful, smartly dressed blondes sipping their coffee. 

"I have had more fun giving you this birthday present than I ever had on my own birthday" she said. "I hope that you are having as much fun."

"You don't even have to hope, lover. I will never forget this birthday."

"Just think, now each year your birthday will be a double birthday, Victor and Victoria's."

"If you don't back off a little, it will still be a single birthday; Victoria's" I smiled and pondered all of the things that had happened to me in just a few days.

"Either way, I couldn't be more pleased or turned on" Donna said as she took my hands and squeezed them, eliciting more looks from the passersby.

I blushed again and realized that blushing was becoming a regular event in my life. Oh well, if that is the price for the incredible sex that we have been having, so be it.

Her Side

I was so pleased at how the shopping trip turned out. It was even better than I had planned. As we drove toward home, I got my cell phone out and called Gail's home. She answered.

"Gail, Victoria and I are heading home from the mall. She has a new dress and beautiful undergarments. Would you like to see?"

"Absolutely, I can be there in no time" she said excitedly. 

"Ok, we'll see you shortly."

I hung up just as we pulled up to the intersection across from Cindy's Lingerie, where the beautiful Jenny worked. On impulse, I pulled up in front of the store. I looked over at Miss Vickie.

"Come on, let's show Jenny" I said and going around the car, opened the door for Victoria and helped her from the car. I took her hand and we went into the store. I saw Jenny immediately, standing by the cash register, talking to the employee behind the counter.

As we walked up to Jenny, she recognized me and smiled. Looking at Victoria next, her eyes widened and she took a quick intake of breath.

"This can't be Miss Vickie!" she exclaimed.

"The one and only" I grinned. "We've just been shopping and when I saw your store I just had to stop and show her off."

"Oh my gosh. Victoria, you are incredible." She paused a moment and grinned. "How's your walk?"

Victoria turned and walked gracefully across the store in her 5 inch heels, her dress swishing on her thighs, her swinging buns accenting each step. She turned quickly on one foot, her dress spinning out to reveal her panties and garter. She walked back to us with a smile on her face.

"You approve?" she asked.

"Girl, you are beautiful all over. I could throw you down and ravage you right here in the store window."

I smiled.

"We are meeting a friend at our place in a few minutes. Would you like to come? We could probably arrange a little more private place for you to do just that."

Jenny smiled back at me and clutched her purse, which she had been holding all along. 

"I've been off for fifteen minutes and was just hanging around trying to decide what I wanted to do. Now I know. I'll follow you in my car."

We opened the back door just as Gail pulled up and got out. She was dressed beautifully, and carried a gym bag as she approached. I stopped and introduced Jenny to Gail. As the two women appraised each other seductively, Gail broke off her look and, in turn, looked at Victoria. A huge smile broke out on her face.

"Boss, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever worked for." and turning to me "Are we going to play?"

"You bet your sweet, spanked ass we are" I said, sweetly, and followed all of my beautiful women into the house.

Chapter Eleven

As we entered the living room Jenny turned and took Gail into her arms. Their lips met and they hungrily devoured each others mouths while Donna and I stood watching. My penis jumped to attention at the sexy sight of the two beautiful women kissing so passionately. Jenny released Gail and took her hands.

"Now we have been introduced properly, Gail."

"I'll say" said Gail, breathlessly.

"But this lovely lady is who I really want to ravish" and she turned to me. She took me into her arms and pulled me close, her beautiful, full lips coming down gently over mine, her hands gliding down my back and over my hips, slipping under the hem of my dress to caress my buttocks. I opened my mouth to her probing tongue, relishing the searching movement and yielding fully to her authority. Her fingers slipped between my buns and pushed up against my anus, putting pressure there and forcing my pelvis to grind into hers. I ground my hard on into her mound, relishing the feel of my panties and dress sliding over my member. I grabbed her full buttocks and pulled her into me. 

I had my eyes shut and did not know what Donna and Gail were doing until I felt someone push my hands aside enough to slide Jenny's panties down. I opened my eyes and saw that Donna was on her knees behind Jenny, her face inches from Jenny's rear end. I realized what she was about to do and pulled Jenny's buns apart with my hands as I pulled her into me. Donna's face disappeared into her divide and I felt Jenny tremble from the touch of her tongue, even as she lifted one foot to let the panties fall around the other ankle. She spred her legs to maintain her balance. Donna reached around and, grabbing the front of Jenny's hips, pulled her into her tongue embrace. 

As that happened, I felt Gail raise my dress and push aside Jenny's hands enough to pull my panties down. I, also, stepped out of one leg of the panties and spread my legs. Jenny retained enough sensibilities to pull my butt cheeks apart for Gail, who immmediately started on my anus with her tongue. It was all I could do to keep from falling. Jenny reached down and, lifting both of our dresses, guided my erect penis into her womb.

I did my best to maintain my balance as I pumped into Jenny while she probed my mouth with her tongue, and Donna and Gail probed our rear ends with theirs. Standing on five inch heels in a dress and women's under garments, with a beautiful girl on my member and one on each of our back ends was more than I could take for any length of time. 

I exploded into Jenny's vagina, even as she climaxed and trembled convulsively in my arms. In spite of our attempts to remain standing, we both collapsed, causing both Donna and Gail to loose hold of us. Jenny and I clung to each other as Donna and Gail looked at each other, kneeling, and facing where we had been standing. Donna took Gail into her arms and they began to kiss passionately. Gail lifted Donna's skirt and pulled her panties down. Donna laid down and let her remove the panties. Gail lifted her own skirt and slid her own panties down. She assisted Donna to lay on her back and then swung her leg over Donna's head lowering her bush onto Donna's face as she dipped her own mouth onto Donna's mound, slipping her tongue deeply into Donna's love box. Donna raised her head slightly and began to vigorously love Gail's moist labia with her lips and tongue, sucking on her clitoris. Gail moaned, her rear end raised invitingly into the air over Donna's face. 

I released Jenny and crawled over behind Gail. I had already tasted her backside and was perfectly ready to do it again. I lowered my face until I was almost in Donna's face and touched Gail's anus with my tongue. Gail moaned and I dove in with my tongue while Donna worked on her vagina and clitoris. Suddenly, I felt Jenny behind me and her tongue probed my anus, which had felt quite empty when Gail had lost contact with it. As I probed Gail and Jenny probed me, my penis, which had softened somewhat, became fully hard again. Jenny reached around me and started stroking it. I felt Donna quiver and knew that she was climaxing. Gail continued to lick her as she, too, climaxed. As they started to recover and I eased off of Gail's rear end, they saw what Jenny was doing to me. 

Gail rolled off of Donna.

She grinned at Donna.

"Let's help Jenny" she said.

Jenny stuck her head up and said "I want her dick."

They rolled me onto my back and Jenny took my hard on into her mouth and began to suck. Gail leaned over me and began to deeply kiss me. I could taste Donna in her mouth. Donna got up and went into the bedroom, coming back out with the dildo, which she was putting lotion on. Taking a cushion of off the couch, the girls lifted my hips and placed me on the cushion. Donna positioned the dildo and slowly inserted it into my love hole. She started pumping it in and out of my rear end while Jenny sucked and stroked my hard on and Gail french kissed me and pinched my nipples. I exploded into Jenny's mouth and screamed into Gail's. Jenny touched Gail and they switched positions, Jenny feeding me my cum while Gail cleaned off my now softening penis. Donna pulled the dildo out of me and the three girls looked at each other.




Birthday Present Pt. 02



Donna said "I think she is satisfied now, don't you girls?"

They all laughed and I laughed with them. What a great bunch of girl lovers we make. I have never been so satisfied and so happy. And I love my new clothes!



Birthday Present Pt. 03



Her Side

We were all laying around the den floor in a state of partial dress, our undies scattered about. Each of us had pretty well messed up her makeup with our love making, including Victoria. She lay back against the sofa with her dress barely covering her spent penis, a satisfied look on her face, a dribble of cum running down from the corner of her mouth. Jenny was snuggled up against her and running her hand along the inside of Victoria's nylon covered thigh. When she saw me looking at Victoria's face, she turned and looked. Smiling, she leaned over and licked the cum off of her chin.

"Let's not waste any, honey" she said and playfully poked her in the ribs.

Victoria smiled and said that she didn't think she had wasted any.

She reached out and picked up her pretty peach colored panties and slid them up her nylon covered legs, being careful of the spike heels so as not to snag the panties. Lifting her hips as she leaned back against the sofa, she slid her panties into place, adjusting herself comfortably into them, and obviously enjoying the silky feel.

I think it was at that moment that I realized how much Vic was starting to enjoy his journey into womanhood and the sexual delights that were accompanying it. Gail and Jenny watched as he adjusted his dress around his beautiful legs, enhanced by the spike heels. He shook his head, allowing his blonde trusses to fall into place naturally. The short hair style looked as good on him as the longer wig. I felt myself slightly tremble as I admired his beautiful looks. The glamor shop had really done a great job on his makeup, even if it was slightly smeared now. His eyes practically glowed with sexuality. If I hadn't just seen his penis, I would have never believed he was a man.

Gail was leaning against me and felt me tremble. She reached up and took my face. Her lips found mine and her soft tongue slid into my mouth, searching for and intertwining mine. I answered her searching kiss with my own and breathed in her luscious breath. Gail's hand found my breast and her fingers squeezed and pinched my nipples under my bra. I felt hands on my hips and opened my eyes. Victoria was on her knees, her face heading for my mound. I felt her tongue enter my labia and I pushed out my hips to meet it. She quickly found my clit and began massaging it with her tongue.

Not to be left out, Jenny unbuttoned my blouse and reached behind me and released my breasts from my bra. As Gail and I kissed passionately, Jenny latched onto my nipple with her teeth and began lightly biting them while sucking on them. I found myself almost unable to concentrate on any particular part of my body. I was returning Gail's kiss while shoving my pussy into Victoria's mouth and trying to shove my breast into Jenny's mouth. Jenny reached up and pinched my other nipple as I was forced back against the back of the sofa. Her teeth bit ever more forcefully on my nipple while her fingers pinched harder. The pain became a hot fire burning through my breasts.

Gail's tongue hardened and reached for my throat, then receded, then deeper, thrusting like a penis. I sucked on her tongue as if I were trying to give it a climax. I felt myself starting to climax and grabbed hold of Victoria's head. Gail saw me and took hold of my hands, pulling them off of Victoria and pushing them back onto the back of the sofa. Victoria saw Gail holding my wrists and reached down and grabbed my ankles, holding my feet to the floor. I tried to move my hands and feet but they were holding them securely, giving me a captive feeling. I struggled, testing the limitations, while each of them concentrated on my body. Jenny had my breasts on fire and Gail was forcefully kissing me, her lips and tongue tight against mine. Victoria held my ankles and passionately licked my clitoris. The feeling of helplessness and the titillation of my body drove me over the top. I cried out into Gail's mouth as my back arched and I shoved my vagina into Victoria's mouth. I could feel my cum gushing into her mouth as she sucked and licked me, her teeth slightly biting on my clitoris. 

I forced my tongue into Gail's mouth, sucking hers into mine, as stars started exploding in my head. I felt my tears running down my cheeks as I soaked in the thrall of the most glorious climax I had ever had. Gail, Jenny, and Victoria, rather than ceasing, began to languish soft kisses on my body, my lips, my womb, gently bringing me down in a cascade of softness. Where my body had been on fire, it began to be warm and cozy feeling. There was no sense of emptiness, as when a man finishes and pulls out to roll off. I could sense my pussy purring with contentment, my breasts warm and tingly, with that satisfied after sex feeling. Gail gently withdrew her tongue, licking my lips and kissing my eyes. She licked the tears from my cheeks and, releasing my wrists, put her arms around me and held me gently against her. 

Jenny snuggled her cheeks against my breasts as Victoria nuzzled gently my mound, feeling my small triangle of hair against her cheeks. Jenny wrapped her arms around me and hugged me to her face and Victoria also wrapped her arms around my waist and hugged me. The feeling of love and security was like I had never felt before. I wasn't able to think, but just feel and experience the moment. I kissed Gail, gently tasting her beautiful lips. Then I lifted Jenny's head from my breasts and kissed her. Her slightly minty breath was heavenly as her mouth opened to receive my kiss and my tongue explored her mouth. We released our kiss, our lips parting, and I pulled Victoria, my beautiful husband, up to my mouth and deeply kissed her, our tongues intertwining, our lipstick covered lips pressed together. Gail and Jenny wrapped their arms around the both of us and hugged us, kissing our cheeks and ears, loving on us. 

As we slowly disengaged, each of us breathing deeply, a glazed look in all of our eyes, I suddenly thought about what had just happened, about the wonderful lesbian lovemaking between us with the added pleasure of Victoria's penis. I wondered in amazement at the extreme distance we had come sexually in just a few days. I didn't know if we could ever be a normal married couple again or even if I wanted to be. I didn't know if Victor would ever be the same again or if I could ever see him the same, after meeting and loving Victoria.

I looked at Gail and Jenny, one whom I had only known casually and the other a stranger a week ago. Now both of them were cherished lovers to both myself and to Victoria. Our world was turned upside down and nothing in it was the same. My security in our lives and sense of place was completely gone. In place of a masculine husband, I had a beautifully feminized man who was allowing me to turn him inside out. In place of a monogamous marriage, we now shared our lovemaking with two gorgeous women. My husband was becoming fascinated with women's garments and I was loving every minute of it, leading him along by his penis. 

I thought back to what the sales girl had said to me about making my husband a panty slave and realized that I seemed to be doing just that, not intentionally, but effectually. I realized that I must spend some time thinking about what we were doing, and what the ramifications might be. I did not want to be the one to lead us into some kind of sexual slide into depravity. I loved the experiences we had already had but, from the reading I had done, I knew that these experiences could lead to depravity and sexual bondage, destroying our marriage and our lives, mentally and physically. 

I thought about Vic's struggle with his masculinity this morning and was ashamed at what I had tricked him into doing. And yet, I was thrilled at how he had turned out and at the wonderful loving we had just experienced. I wanted to just enjoy everything that was happening but another part of me was warning me to be careful. I promised myself that I would slow down and not rush into anything that both of us would be sorry for later.

Vic stood to his feet and got his balance in the high heels. He caught a look at his image in the mirror above the sofa. 

"Oh my," he said, in a breathy voice "My makeup is a mess."

Gail and Jenny looked at each other and started laughing.

"We can fix that, boss" Gail said, and both of them took Victoria's hand, Gail leading the way to the vanity in the dressing room where we had made Victoria up before.

I watched them go into the dressing room and decided that maybe I should wait a little before I tried to slow down the feminization of my husband. After all, his makeup did need to be fixed.

Chapter 12

I sat on the bench in our dressing room as my secretary freshened my makeup, Jenny handing her items and making suggestions. They had both picked up their panties and slipped them back on before they sat me down and started working on me. As Gail deftly corrected the smudges and smears that our sexual encouter had produced, her hands lovingly touching my face here and there, I thought about what a change had occured in our relationship in just a couple of days. From being an entirely appropriate secretary, here she was, sharing in a sexual game that had started between Donna and myself. She and Jenny, whom I had never even known, were intimately involved with both Donna and me, not only as sex partners, but as participants in my feminization. I could only wonder, amazed at what I had allowed to happen. 

I have always been in control of my life. I chose my career. I met and courted Donna and purposefully sought her hand in marriage. I had even initiated most of our experimentation sexually. Yet here I was, engaged in a sexual experience that I had not initiated nor seemed to have any control over. I was obeying the commands of my wife, my secretary, a sales girl, and I guess any other woman who would give me one. I was acting completely out of character and could only explain it in the old fashioned way. My little head was leading my big head around.

The problem was, I was hooked. I was enjoying the sex so much and it was so much more in quantity, and so much more intense than anything I had ever experienced, that I couldn't stop. And I found the sense of being out of control to be much more exhilarating than being in control. My last few days had been a whirlwind of sexual emotions and sensations. I have had more arousals and climaxes in a short period of time than I have ever had. The sensations of letting the women control me and use me have released some kind of something, I have no idea what, in me that stimulates and overtakes me, and leads me into doing things that I've never dreamed of doing.

The shiver of excitement of just sliding a pair of panties up my shaved legs is unexplainable. The feeling they produce as they settle silkily around my penis and balls, caressing me, sends me into a euphoria. The gentle engulfing of my legs by nylons and the tug on my hips of a beautiful garter belt send chills up and down my back, raising goose bumps on my arms. My nipples get hard at the soft touch of a silky bra and at the snugness as it is fastened. 

As these thoughts crossed my mind, I dreamily smoothed my beautiful dress across my thighs, and daintily crossed my legs, so that I could see my nylons and high heels. I was definitely falling in love with my own femininity, my own sexuality. Gail and Jenny finished with my makeup and I swung around on the bench to face the mirror. Even after all this, I found myself amazed at my transformation, transfixed at the beautiful figure staring back at me. I still can't believe that I am that girl, that I could ever be that girl. 

Jenny noticed my glazed look and smiled at Gail. 

"I think she likes your work, Gail."

"I just can't believe that I'm looking at myself" I said, staring at my image.

Gail said "I've always thought that you had a nice face, but I never thought about it belonging to a woman. You are definitely a good looking woman and you are fun to make love to. And it doesn't hurt that it's kinky, you actually being a man and all."

Jenny grabbed my pantied crotch and said "I've had fun with the whole package, too. I love the woman in you, but I like the man, also. You are just basically the best of two worlds, honey." She gave me a quick kiss and released my crotch. 

We went back into the den where Donna had straightened herself back up. I walked between Jenny and Gail, my dress swirling around my legs.

Donna looked at me.

"Damn, you look good, Miss Vickie."

I couldn't help but reply.

"Why thank you, Miss Donna" I said, softly, my voice in a breathy upper register. I was becoming conscious of trying to not sound like a man when I talk. I didn't want to imitate the affected type of speech but merely to sound feminine in tone and manner. I realized that my feminine image was an illusion and I desired to perfect that illusion.

Donna smiled, pleased with my response.

"You are entirely welcome, Victoria."

She looked at Gail. 

"Gail, I noticed the bag you brought into the house. What did you bring?"

Gail blushed a little and said "I was kind of expecting more of what occured during our last encounter and brought a few appropriate toys."

Jenny's eyes looked questioningly as Donna's widened in surprise.

"Well, let's see what you have brought." She sat up more attentively on the sofa.

Gail went to the bag and brought it back. Opening it, she started pulling out handcuffs and chain assortments, collars, some kind of dildo looking things, only smaller, a couple of black sleeping masks, some little clips on chains, and there were other items that she did not take out of the bag.

Donna's nostrils flared slightly as she looked with interest at the items.

"And you were wanting these to be used on whom?" she smiled, teasingly.

"Whomever volunteers, I suppose." Gail smiled back, demurely.

We each look around at each other. I didn't relish the idea of pain, but the small amount of domination that I had experienced had been very erotic. 

It also seemed that it would be exciting to be on the giving end.

Donna responded by saying "How about if Jenny and I give and you and Victoria receive?"

Gail smiled "That is how I imagined it, but without Jenny. But it sounds even better with Jenny. How about you, Miss Vickie?"

I honestly could not say that I was the least bit horny, but the idea of more sexual play with these beautiful women was not unpleasant in the least.

Using my, I'm in your hands, expression, I replied "What can I do against two such dominating women?"

Donna gathered up the toys and led us into the bedroom. She tuned me around and undid the back of my dress and slid it down over my hips. Jenny was taking Gail's outer garments off. Placing us side by side on the iron bed, they proceeded to cuff our wrists to the head board. Jenny took the shams and pillows and placed them under our hips, raising our pubic regions and rear ends and then they cuffed our ankles and fastened the attached chains to the foot board. I was laying there in my bra and panties, garter and nylons, and my high heels, my midsection raised and available to whatever, cuffed and chained to the bed, with Gail in the same position.

Donna came back around to the side of the bed and slipped off her panties. She slid them over my head, the crotch tight against my nose. I could smell her sex and see her faintly through the sheer fabric. I could see that Jenny followed her lead and pulled her panties off and put Gail in the same situation. Gail moaned slightly in anticipation. I found myself breathing in my wife's smell and becoming aroused all over again. My hard on was tenting my new panties.

Donna reached into the bag and I saw her reach under my bra. I felt something clamp down on first one nipple and then the other and felt a connecting chain between them. She placed my bra back into place, covering the clamps. My nipples were burning and I was starting to get a little worried. I struggle slightly with the cuffs, but they were secure.

I lost track of what Donna was doing as I struggled, needing to get the clamps off of my nipples. Suddenly, I felt her slide down my panties and push something against my rectum. I tightened my sphincter but she kept pushing until my anus opened and something slid into my rectum. It felt like a dildo but was not as large. I had heard of butt plugs and realized that this must be what was invading me. I raised my head and could see through the panties that Jenny was inserting one into Gail. She then picked up what looked like Donna's dildo and inserted one end of it into Gail's vagina. I saw her pick up the remote and Gail's pubic mound started making a vibrating sound. Gail was writhing in pleasure and moaning loudly. 

Jenny and Donna both climbed onto the bed and positioned themselves over our faces. Neither of us could move or resist. Donna pulled the panties to the side to uncover my mouth and whispered, "Make yourself useful, slave."

She lowered her mound onto my mouth and I started servicing her for all I was worth. I could hear Gail doing the same to Jenny even if I couldn't see her. I kissed and licked Donna's labia and clitoris, loving her with all my heart. I heard Jenny and Gail both coming to a violent climax, thrashing on the bed beside us. Donna ground her mound into my mouth and I had to occasionally lift my head to breath. I lost track of time until suddenly, I felt the butt plug pulled out and replaced with the dildo. It suddenly came to life in my rear end, even as Jenny slid down onto my engorged pole. I was full everywhere I could be full. My rear end vibrated mercilessly, while Jenny road my hard on and Donna forced my tongue even further up her love canal. As Donna cried out in climax, I felt Jenny's womb clamp down on me and she climaxed again. I dropped my head back and gasped, a fountain gushing from my penis into Jenny, my anus clamped around the vibrating dildo. My whole world exploded into pink pleasure, washing down over my brain and taking every thought with it. 

Donna and Jenny lifted themselves off of me and laid down beside Gail and I. Donna reached under my bra and released the nipple clamps, sending a rush of blood into them and causing them to burn like fire. She pulled her panties off of my face and I saw Jenny release Gail's nipple clamps. Gail moaned with pain. Jenny pulled her panties off of her face and stilled her moans with kisses. Donna kissed me deeply. I knew she could taste her own sex in my mouth.

"Well, how was that girls?" Jenny asked, smiling down at Gail and me as she leaned on her elbow.

Gail just moaned. I smiled and said that except for my nipples burning, I was very satisfied. 

"A little pain is an essential element, Victoria" Jenny said to me. "It makes the pleasure sensation even more pleasurable."

She stood up, "Should we let these two up?" she smiled at Donna.

Donna got up and met her at the foot of the bed.

"Oh, I don't know. Why should we? We don't need them, do we?" and with that she took Jenny into her arms and kissed her.

She turned and looked at our helpless expressions and laughed.

"Just teasing, darlings."

Her Side

Gail and Jenny had gone after kisses and hugs all around. I asked Vic if he wanted to change back into something more comfortable.

"Do you mean my own clothes?" he asked.

"Honey, these are your clothes. But if you mean your masculine clothing, yes, that's what I'm asking."

He took my hand and pulled me to the mirror. He looked at himself in the mirror and I noticed the admiring look that he gave himself.

"Donna, this has probably been the most fantastic experience that I've ever had. I love what you have done to me and the feelings and sensations that I have been able to experience through it. The sex has been wonderful and I've enjoyed every minute of it, including the S&M, which was more pleasurable than painful. But I do think that I need to get to relax and be the person that I've always been. So yes, I would like to change and relax for a while."




Birthday Present Pt. 03



I told him to go ahead and shower and take his makeup off and wear whatever he wanted while I fixed up something to eat.

He came into the kitchen later in his jeans and a tea shirt, carrying the dress and underwear set. 

"What should I do with these?" he questioned. 

"Look in the hamper and get all of the delicate type clothing out and I'll show you what setting to use on the washer."

He came back with an armload of undies and even the negligees and accessories that we had been wearing over the last few days. I showed him the delicate fabric setting and the detergent and softener to use and he got the load going. I noticed his pink toenails and fingernails as he walked around the kitchen.

"I'll help you take that polish off after supper, if you want."

He looked wistfully at his nails.

"Yes, I think that would be a good idea. I've got a number of appointments on Monday and I don't need to have to do any awkward explaining about my nails."

I served up what I had fixed and we ate as we watched the news on television. Afterward, Vic gathered up the dishes and rinsed and placed them in the dishwasher. I put the clothing in the dryer on a low heat, gentle cycle and then got some polish remover and we sat on the floor in the den and watched TV while I cleaned the polish off. His nails had not grown much in the couple of days that the glue on nails had been on, so I didn't have to remove them. I reapplied a coating of clear polish to protect them and, while that was drying, I removed the polish from his toes.

Finished with that, we spread a blanket on the floor and spent the rest of the evening watching television. We both fell asleep and when Vic woke me, it was near midnight. We turned off the television and went to bed. I noticed when Vic got undressed that he was wearing a pair of the pink panties I had bought him. I smiled.

"I like your panties."

He smiled back, as he slipped them off and crawled into bed.

"I like them, too."

Five minutes later we were sound asleep. 



Birthday Present Pt. 04



Chapter 13

[We have been busy with our summer schedule and have not had the time to continue this narrative. However, due to the many emails we have received urging us to continue the story, we have decided to return to the task. And task it is. In our effort to accurately relate what happened and our feelings about it, we have revealed much more about our private lives than we had ever expected. Both of us felt that we wanted to bring to conclusion our story but so many of the "ladies" who have been reading it have revealed such personal aspects of their lives as they relate to this subject that we have felt compelled to continue. We would like to thank the following lovely ladies for their notes of encouragement and their revelations of their own feminine lives, some of whom suffer in the many frustrations of their feelings and desires. Many have expressed that they wish they could be me and be treated as Donna has treated me. I am starting to identify with how you feel when you are dressing in the silky, sexy clothing of the opposite sex. I never had whatever happened to you at a young age happen to me and never had the desires that you have told us that you have. 

But as Donna has brought me in touch with a side of my personality that I never knew existed, I am now aware of the delicious shiver that runs over your body when you secretly touch a sexy under thing in the ladies niceties department, or see a sumptuous advertisement on television for Victorias Secret. I wish I had taped every one of their commercials so I could play them back to back. The women are beautiful, true, but the garments, oh the garments. I get hard just thinking about the garments, and wanting to try them on and wear them for Donna. Or am I wanting to wear them for me. But, I digress. Thank you to the following ladies and I am sorry to have to include you in a list, but some of you felt more comfortable not leaving a return address. Jamie, may you realize your desires, Babsy, we'll see about your request, Marissa, Jenny, Kim, Henrietta (Woodene), Renee, Elive, Dream (you know who you are), Roxy, Kaye (you go girl), Magda (finish your site), Sarah, Robin, and Patty(you also know who you are).]

*

Sunday was a relaxing and restful day. Donna didn't put any feminine demands on me all day, thank goodness, as I don't think I could have had sex if I had wanted to. We slept late, had a late breakfast, watched a little TV and then I got together with a friend a we played some handball. I wore my own male clothes all day, including my BVD's, let my beard get stubbly, sweated, stunk, and generally was my old self. I even farted a couple of times, much to Donna's disgust. Oh, I did have to hedge a little when my handball buddy asked what I got for my birthday. I just told him that Donna was extra nice to me and he said he got my meaning. I left it with that, wouldn't you.

Monday I got up and grabbed a pair of BVD's from the drawer and showered. When I got out, the BVD's were gone and another pair of pink panties were on the counter. Taking them into the bedroom, I put them back in the drawer with all of the other panties and got my BVD's back out. 

"I've got a lot of work to do today, honey, and I can't be distracted with a hard on all day" I said.

"If you wear them all the time they won't give you a hard on" Donna replied.

"Well, I'm sorry, but I can't take that chance today" I said as I went back into the bathroom, slipped on my briefs, and shaved. I noticed that my chest and legs were stubbly but I didn't have time for prissing. I got dressed, kissed Donna goodbye, and grabbed a cup of coffee on the way out.

Thankful that my car had only needed a new battery, and that they had quickly gotten it back to me, I pulled up in front of the office and noticed that Gail had beat me to work this morning. My thoughts were pulled back to the weekend and Gail's beautiful body tied next to me on the bed, clamps on our nipples and.... damn. I've got to keep my mind on work. As I opened the door and stepped in, the stronger than usual scent of Gail's perfume hit my nostrils. I felt my nostrils flare as I breathed in her sensual smell. She met me as I closed the door and kissed me deeply on the mouth. As she did she pressed something soft into my hand. I broke the kiss and looked at my hand. I was holding a beautiful lacy pair of bikini panties. Gail smiled.

"Donna called me before I left and said that you forgot yours and could I loan you a pair of mine. I think that these would look lovely on your wonderful bottom. Please go into the restroom and put them on. Bring your ugly men's briefs to me after and I'll put them away till you leave this afternoon."

As she was saying this to me, she was rubbing my crotch and giving me an instant erection. My better judgment fled me instantly and I found myself being led to the restroom, pushed in, and the door closed behind me. I held up and looked at the lovely pair of panties. I pushed them up to my nose and smelled the faint scent of perfume. I didn't seem to be able to help myself. I slipped my shoes off and unfastened my slacks, slipping them and then my underwear off. I stood trembling as I slid the lacy, silky, panties up my stubbly legs and settled them around my penis and balls, adjusting myself so that they fit snug and comfy, I mean comfortably, on my privates and buns. The head of my penis stuck up above the top of the panty and the tightness against the glans did not help matters. I didn't know how I was going to work this way. 

Just then, the door opened and Gail looked in and down at my predicament. She smiled.

"I thought you might have a little problem. We can take care of that."

She stepped over and locked the outer office door and came into the restroom. Dropping to her lovely nylon covered knees, she placed her lovely lips over my penis and began to suck and slide her lips up and down on my turgid member. With the feel of the blow job and Gail's panties caressing my balls and bottom, I exploded into her mouth while the top of my head exploded at the same time. She backed off a little and took my load of semen into her mouth. After draining me she stood and smiled, a little cum dribbling from her mouth and I knew what was coming and braced myself. She kissed me, pushing my own cum into my mouth for me to swallow, stirring it into my mouth with her tongue, forcing me to swallow what she was giving me. I was starting to get over my revulsion at the women doing this to me and realized that they were only showing me what women were routinely expected to do for men. And besides, the sex had been so good that I was starting not to mind so much.

"Best get dressed, Miss Vickie, and we had better both brush our teeth if we don't want our customers to smell our breath" and handed me the toothbrush and polish that I normally keep in my office restroom.

She stepped into the other restroom and I heard her brushing her teeth. I pulled my slacks up over the panties and fastened the zipper and belt and then put my shoes back on. As I stood I felt the tightness of Gail's panties on my privates and felt them slide against the inside of my slacks. I brushed my teeth, thinking that I was going to have a tough time concentrating on work that day.

As Gail and I met back in the outer office, she smiled.

"Comfy?" she asked.

My face turned red as I thought about almost using that very same word to describe how the wonderful panties felt on me.

Controlling my need to speak properly, I grinned back at her.

"Yes, very comfy" I replied, with a giggle.

"I am so glad," she said. "You wouldn't want to get a spanking for being naughty, now, would you?"

I blushed again. This was getting beyond familiar. Not only was I being feminized at home, but now my secretary was in on the game and I was getting it at work. Only the fact that she was so sexy and so loving to myself and Donna kept me from making a fool of myself by correcting her. I had thought that this week would get back to normal and I could put this feminine thing to rest for a while and, yet, here I was wearing panties again, and loving it. I tried to put this thought out of my mind as I felt my penis start to twitch again.

I went into my office and sat down at my desk. Opening the center drawer, my eyes fell upon a black lacy bra with a note attached.

"Good girl," it read "Now, please put this on for me, love. Donna"

I looked at the note again and realized that it was trimmed from a fax. I had not seen this bra before so I assumed that it also was Gail's. I was in a dilemma. I was sure that the bra would show through my shirt but I also remembered my promise to Donna. I slowly took off my shirt and fastening the bra on backwards, I twisted it around and slipped my arms through the straps, adjusting them to five me a snug fit on my breasts. As I started to put my shirt back on, Gail came into the office. 

"Very nice, Miss Vickie. Donna and I are happy to see that you complied. But that bra would really show through your shirt. So, put this on over it and then your shirt."

She handed me a beautiful silken camisole in a flesh color. I took the delicate garment and slid it over my head, letting it slide deliciously down over my face and breasts. It settled smoothly into place and covered the black bra. Picking up my shirt, I put it back on and when it was fastened I turned to the mirror. Except for the slight rise of my breasts under the shirt, you could not see the bra at all. However, I could feel it tightly snugging my breasts and rubbing against my now erect nipples. 

"Now, isn't that better" she said as she stepped back out of the office, closing the door.

Sitting back down, I marveled at how Donna was playing me, with Gail's expert help. Opening a side drawer to get a folder, there was another surprise. I picked up the black lacy garter and black silky nylons and couldn't wait to get them on. Standing, I had confidence that Gail would let no customer back to see me, I slipped off my slacks again and sat and started to slide the sexy nylons up my legs. I could feel them slightly snagging on my stubbly legs and I stopped. I did not want to run the beautiful things. I walked over to my private restroom and picked up the electric razor that I kept there and sat down on the stool lid. I put my foot up on the sink and began to shave my leg. Finishing one, I repeated the process until both legs were silky smooth. I then trotted back to my desk and sat and slid the nylons up my smooth legs. I once again shivered at the delicious feeling. Standing again, I hooked the garter on backwards and twisted it around to where the hook was in the back and settled it onto my hips. I felt the tabs dangling against my legs. I leaned over and fastened the front tabs to the nylons, securing them, and then did the little acrobatic stance that I have to do to fasten the rear tabs.

Achieving the harnessing of my legs in the nylons and garters, I slid my slacks back on and fastened them. I put my shoes back on. Again, my feet felt slick in the roominess of my loafers, but I left off the socks and went to put them in the deeper file folder drawer. When I opened the drawer, there was a pair of 5 inch black stiletto heels. I gasped. I can't work in these! At precisely that moment, Gail popped in again.

"Those are for your trip home, Miss Vickie, not for working in." 

She stepped back into the outer office. Now how the heck did she know I had just discovered the heels. I sat there, perplexed. I desperately wanted to try the heels on. Gail would announce a customer so I would have warning. I slid my loafers off and opened the drawer, I lovingly picked up the beautiful heels. Sliding one onto my foot, I fastened it snugly and put my foot on the floor. I crossed my legs and slid the other one on and fastened it. Placing both feet on the floor, I stood. I felt like I was 6 feet tall and standing on a steep decline. I took a few tentative steps and when I didn't fall, I tried walking across the office, the heels clicking time with each step. Realizing why I felt awkward, I tried swinging my hips and walking, as Jenny had taught me. I fell right into the swing of it and walked back and forth across the office, swinging my hips, my hand extended with my fingers pointed outward. Suddenly, I realized what I must look like, wearing men's clothing and a pair of high heels and strutting around the office. I quickly came back to the desk and sat down, intending to get the shoes off when the phone rang. I picked it up, careful to make sure my voice was deep enough, considering how I was feeling.

Donna spoke up from the receiver.

"Please don't take them off quite yet, dear."

"Take what off?" I asked, perplexed.

"The heels, don't take them off yet. Look in the bottom drawer on the left side, dear."

I looked, and there was a black, page boy style wig, and a tube of lipstick. 

"Please, before you take off the shoes, put on the wig and do your lips for me."

"I can't do that here. Customers will be coming in any minute." I replied.

"Gail will keep them out a little longer. Please, for me."

Still puzzled at how she knew what I had been doing, I picked up the wig and gently adjusted it into place. I picked up the lipstick and, going over to the mirror, I applied a coating of bright red lipstick to my lips, upper and lower, and smoothed them together, licking them lightly. I stared in amazement at the beautiful, dark haired vision looking back at me. I watched myself lick my beautiful lips. The shoes caused my breasts to stand out prominently and my buttocks to rise sexily. In a daze, I slowly unbuttoned my shirt down to where I could see the bra in the camisole. I walked away from the mirror, looking back over my shoulder at my figure. Even in the man's shirt and slacks, I looked like a beautiful, dark haired, vixen. I could see what my eyes would have looked like in eye shadow and color and long dark lashes. I went back to the phone and picked it up.

"Ok. I've got on the wig and lipstick, now" I said to Donna.

"I know, Miss Vickie, and you look absolutely wonderful in black hair and bright red lips."

I looked around, surely Donna was in the room somewhere, but I didn't see her. Just then I noticed that the web cam that usually sat on my computer cabinet had been moved to cover more of the room than just where my desk chair was. I looked at it and then at the phone. I heard Donna laughing and then heard Gail joining in. I went to the door and cautiously peeked into the outer office. No one was there but Gail, who had the phone up to her ear, laughing.

I walked delicately in the heels over to her desk and looked at her computer screen. There on her screen was a scene of my office and in a little box to one side, a picture of Donna laughing her ass off as she held a phone to her ear. As a clear picture of what they had just done to me came into my mind, I suddenly started laughing. I walked back into my office and picked up the phone.

"You think that's funny, huh. Very funny, but you didn't see everything and I might have had the last laugh, Mistress Donna."

Donna and Gail both laughed again. 

"Look at your computer screen, darling."

I watched as a video of Gail on her knees in the restroom doorway doing service to my manhood, or womanhood, seeing as how it was peeking out of a pair of black panties, played on the screen for me. I put the phone down and went back into Gail's office. There, sitting on her desk was a cam similar to the one in my office and pointed at the restroom door. 

"I can explain," I started to say. Donna laughed again.

"There's no explaining to do, dear. You responded to the script just like Gail and I wrote it. You make a great cross dressing actor. When you get home, I'll show you the whole movie. Meanwhile, you had better get your wig, lipstick, and shoes off before one of your male customers tries to ask you out. But please, put them back on, along with the rest of the makeup in your bathroom drawer before you come home tonight. Oh, and there's a little something in your closet. I quite like the look. Bye, baby, bye Gail, and thanks."

"My pleasure," Gail said from the other room and hung up the phone. 

I put the phone down and went to trying to look normal. But I couldn't wait for the day to get over so I could become the dark haired Miss Vickie again. I went to my restroom again and looked in the drawer. There was a full make up kit. Closing the drawer, I went to the closet. There, hanging from the rack, was a beautiful black dress, with lace sleeves and neckline, and lace overlay over the rest of the dress. I could see that it's length would stop several inches above my knees. I really didn't know if I could do this. I picked the dress up and held it up in front of me and walked over to the mirror. It was so beautiful. I just had to try it on. I went to the door and peeked out. The office was still empty. 

"Gail could you stall any customers for a while longer" I asked. 

"Sure, Miss Vicky, go ahead and try it on."

Again, I realized that she had still been watching me on the cam. I did not want to try the dress on until I was in full make up. I went into the bathroom and retrieved the make up kit and took it to my desk. Sitting down, I opened up the kit and adjusted the mirror and proceeded to do my eyes. I used dark eye liner and shadow to go with the page boy and black dress. Finishing my eyes, I applied a very light powder to my face and then accented it with a bright red cheek bone highlight. I felt like all I needed now was a black leather collar and a riding crop. I made a sultry face at myself, and then, purposefully standing in front of the cam, I took off my shirt and slacks and laid them aside. Standing clad in ladies undies, I unzipped the delicate garment and stepped into it, pulling it up over my hips and slipping my arms into the dainty sleeves, settled it onto my body. I reached around behind my back, only to realize that I could not reach the zipper.

Gail popped through the door and came over to me.

"Need some help, darling?"

I turned my back to her and she zipped up the lovely dress. Turning me around, she looked me up and down. 

"You are so beautiful, Miss Vickie. Go and see."

I walked back to the mirror. I had to gasp. My hands ran, involuntarily, over my body, smoothing and fluffing the sexy dress. My legs were a feminine vision for a leg man and the heels forced my calves and hips out provocatively. Gail came up behind me and wrapped her arms around me, cupping my breast with one hand and sliding the other hand under my dress to slide up to my crotch, her face nestled lovingly into my neck.

Suddenly we heard a gasp from my office door and glancing past her image to the open door, I saw one of my lady customers standing there in astonishment, with her hand over her mouth.

"I'm so sorry. There was no one at the outer desk and I thought that maybe Mr. Allure was in here. I certainly didn't mean to intrude."

Gail got her composure back quickly, and realizing what the lady had said, replied.

"I'm sorry, we thought we were alone. Mr. Allure step out for a few minutes. This is my room mate, Victoria. Can I help you with something, or do you particularly need to see Mr. Allure?"

The lady, whom I will not name, recovered from her surprise slightly.

"Oh, it can wait till another time. And I am so sorry for bursting in like that. Victoria, you are quite a lovely lady and I can't blame Gail for loving you even though I don't believe in that type of relationship. But, to each his own, or her own, in this case. Gail, please let Mr. Allure know that I stopped by. He can call me if he wants. It was nice to meet you, Victoria. You are quite lovely, and I love the dress. Bye, Gail."

She went out and we heard the outer door close. I let out my breath, which I realized I had been holding, and slightly shaking, I went to sit at my desk. I couldn't believe that she had not recognized me. The phone rang and I picked it up. It was Donna.




Birthday Present Pt. 04



"That was fantastic!" she exclaimed, excitedly. "That gives me a wonderful idea. Why don't you work today as Victoria, covering for yourself from another office. No one would be the wiser and you could practice living in femme."

"Donna! I can't do that. There's no way I could pass all day or even get any work done."

"Go back and look at yourself in the mirror, Victoria."

I stood up and went back to the mirror, watching my feminine walk and demeanor as I approached it. I actually saw no hint of my male persona. Standing before me was a beautiful, dark haired, woman, clad in one of the sexiest dresses that I had ever seen. Even if I could pass the eye test, women did not work in this type of attire, at least not many that I had ever seen.

I went back to the phone.

"Please Donna, don't make me do this" I stammered.

"Darling, you will be wonderful, and just think of what kind of reward I might have waiting for you when work is over. Bye now. I'll see you after work."

The phone clicked dead. Just then, another customer came into the outer office. Gail met him at the door.

"I'm sorry, John. Mr. Allure is out of town for most of the day. But Victoria Smith is here from another office covering, if you'd like to speak to her."

I heard John Parker say that would be fine. My phone rang and Gail announced him. I slightly trembled as I stood to meet him. Stepping around the desk, I remember just in time to give him just my fingers, my hand turned down. He shook my hand and I saw his eyes do an assessment of my body and return to my eyes. 

"I'm pleased to meet you, Miss Smith. It's my good fortune that Vic is out today." 

I felt myself blush at the compliment and quickly recovered. Pulling my hand from his, I indicated the chair and sat back down at the desk, rolling my chair into the desk enough to cover my bare knees.

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Parker. How can I help you?"

John took his mind off of my face and body long enough to state his business and I quickly had it taken care of and him on his way. As he was leaving, he turned back to me.

"You look so familiar, but I'm sure I've never met you. I would remember."

"Well, I get around a little. Maybe you have seen me somewhere. Have a good day, Mr. Parker."

He left, and relieved, I went back to my desk just as the phone rang.

"Hello" I answered, in my best falsetto.

"Um, Mr. Allure?" I heard a ladies voice say.

"I'm sorry, he is out for the day. This is Ms. Smith, how may I help you."

As she spoke again, I realized that it was the lady who had walked in on Gail and I.

"Um, I just wanted to say, Victor, that you are astonishingly beautiful as Victoria and in case I never get to see you again, I wanted to tell you that I was delighted to have the opportunity to meet Victoria, even if it was accidental. And, suffice it to say, that your secret is safe with me. I won't tell a soul. But I just want to add that you are a contribution to the beauty of the lady folk of this fair city. Good day, Miss Victoria."

"Thank you, Ellen. You are very gracious, considering the circumstances of our meeting."

"I think the circumstances were perfect. You have a great day now, sweetie."

With that the phone went dead. It immediately rang again. Donna was on the phone.

"Are you going to spy on me all day?" I asked.

"I wouldn't miss it for anything," she replied. "What did she say?"

"She said that she was delighted to meet me and that I was beautiful and that my secret was safe with her. I knew I couldn't fool people. I'm going to get myself in trouble here."

"You fooled John, dearest. And he knows you better that Ellen does. Some women are just more observant than men. You'll do fine. See you later, Miss Vicky."

I hung up the phone and braced myself for the rest of the day. I was still worried that someone would recognize me in drag and that all hell would break loose. I could not believe that I had allowed myself to be talked into this, but since I had, I was determined to do my best. Wait till I get my hands on Donna.



Birthday Present Pt. 05



Her Side

I leaned back from the computer after reducing the cam image to fit in the lower corner of the screen. I was so happy with the way that Victoria had come back to life in her office. I could tell that Vic was really hooked on the feelings that women's clothing gave to him. I was still amazed at the turn everything had taken from the moment I had decided to surprise Vic for his birthday. I never dreamed that it would be more than just lark, a fun time completely different from anything we had done before. But here was Victoria, working and meeting clients in femme, scared, but more than passing as the beautiful woman that she was becoming. And I was amazed at the daring person that I had become.

A few days ago, I would never have had the nerve to make love to another woman, even if I had the desire. And I think the desire was stirred by the video we had watched. Shaving Vic's hair off, and dressing him in a negligee, and making him up, and then making love to him as a woman had done something to me, also. Although I was sure that this was a temporary phenomenon, I had never been so horny, or so much into sexual play. The whole area of eroticism seemed to be opening up to me and I was loving it. I thought on what else we might experiment with and an idea came to me.

I grabbed my purse and headed out to the car, the wind blowing my skirt around my legs. I shivered as the wind caressed my naked thighs above my nylons and blew across the thin layer of panties over my labia. I got in the car and a few minutes later pulled up in front of Cindy's Lingerie and Novelties store. I saw Jenny through the window and waved. She smiled, delightedly, and came to meet me at the door. As I entered, she took my hands and pulled me to her body, kissing me deeply and deliciously. Surprised, but delighted, I quickly looked around. There were no customers in the store and no other staff was in view. 

"I can't stop thinking about you and Victoria, Donna. I keep fantasizing about our next adventure, whenever that may be. And Gail is so beautiful and sexy."

"That's what I'm here about." I replied. "I'm wondering about the next step in our experimentation with feminizing Vic. He has taken to the feminine clothing with a delight that I never dreamed that he would and has responded to bondage and spankings positively. I want to keep things progressing in new and pleasing ways for his and my pleasure. And, of course, you and Gail are very much a part of this now."

I proceeded to tell her about the morning and the video cam. She laughed at the surprise we had pulled on Victoria.

Thinking for a second, she said "You know, Victoria seemed to enjoy being entered by the dildo each time we have used it on her. I think she enjoyed getting fucked and you can definitely make the use of her love hole a part of the feminizing game. Let me show you something."

She led me to a section by the dildos and picked up a package. It contained three plastic penis shaped items, each with a flat base and each a different size.

"These are called butt plugs, or training plugs. The idea is to get him to wear them up his anus while he is doing non sexual things. They will distract him and stimulate him sexually the whole time they are in. You start with the smallest and as he develops the ability to comfortably wear it, you go to the next size bigger. By the time he can comfortably accommodate it, he will also be stretched to the point that he can enjoy being screwed with out pain or discomfort. Plus, they will also let him know constantly that you are in charge of his body and his openings, and all for your pleasure which should pleasure him."

I took the package and followed her to another section. 

"You've already seen these, as Gail brought some to your house." She picked up a set of nipple clamps.

"These are good for training and teasing. Once a person gets a taste of them, they crave the exquisite pain they produce."

She handed me the clamps and picked up another set. Walking back over to the plugs, she picked up another, but different, set of them. Coming back to me, she smiled.

"You know, Donna, you really shouldn't expect Victoria to let you do something to her that you aren't willing to do yourself."

I felt my anus draw up at her words. I had been so into what she was showing me for Victoria that it had not crossed my mind that they could be used on me.

Taking my hand, she led me back to the dressing room. Pulling the package of butt plugs apart, she took out the smallest and stepped behind me. She lifted my skirt and slid her fingers under the band of my panties. Pulling them gently down below my hips, she whispered into my ear.

"Bend over, darling, and take your medicine."

I hesitantly bent over. She pulled my cheeks apart and worked the dry plug against my anus. I tried to relax my anus but found it tightening up against the invasion of the plug. Suddenly, Jenny slapped my rear end.

"Loosen up, bitch, or I'll wear your butt out!"

Tears welled up in my eyes at the slap and the hard words, but I pushed back against the plug, pushing inside as if I was trying to have a bowel movement. I felt my sphincter start to relax and the plug started sliding in. My mind went back to the night Jenny had fucked my ass with the dildo and I found myself getting hot. I leaned over and grabbed my ankles.

"Push it on in, Mistress Jenny. I'm ready for it."

Jenny finished working the plug into my anus until the back end rested against my cheeks. I stood back up, feeling the plug deep in my bowels, creating the strangest of sensations inside of me. Jenny slid my panties gently back into place and dropped my skirt.

"Now, wear that all day."

As she spoke, she turned me around and started unbuttoning my blouse. Without taking my bra off, she reached in and gently pulled out my breasts. Holding each in turn, she tightened the clamps on my nipples. I could feel the pinching on my nipples as she tightened them, stopping only when she saw me wince at the pain. She pulled my bra back into place. I could hardly think, with the plug stimulating me from behind and the clamps pinching my nipples.

"I have a task for you now, if you can concentrate enough to do it. Take these over to Victoria's office and put them into and onto her."

She pulled me close and kissed me. I was so turned on that I passionately returned her kiss, pulling her to me. About that time, the chime on the door rang and Jenny pulled away from me.

"It's time to pay, and then go do your chores, lover."

We walked out to the cash register. I was trying not to squirm with the butt plug stimulating my back end. I paid Jenny for the items which she put into a bag for me. She winked at me and smiled as I turned to leave. Opening the door to the car and tossing in the bag I swung in and lowered myself onto the seat. The plug push up further into my bowels causing me to lift my hips from the seat. Overcoming my discomfort, I eased myself back onto the seat, and the plug, and pulled the seat belt across my body. My nipples yelped in pain as the strap caught on my breast and brushed across the clamps under my bra.

This caused me to drop my keys to the floor and it was all that I could do to bend over and retrieve them. The plug pushed into my rear and my nipples pressed against the steering wheel causing them to throb. Being even more careful, I started the car and headed over to Vic's office.

Gail looked up and smiled as I came through the door carrying the bag. She gracefully swung her legs out from under her desk and stood to greet me. Taking my hands, she, also, kissed me full on the mouth. I winced as her breasts caressed mine. Noticing my wince, she asked what was wrong. I unbuttoned my blouse partially and pulled my bra down a little, showing her the clamps.

Her eyes widened in surprise.

"Donna! What are you doing?"

"I went by Cindy's where Jenny works to get some more ideas for Victoria. She had some ideas, alright. But they were for both of us."

I took her hand and pulled it down to my rear where she could feel the plug under my panties. Then I took the packages out of the sack. She could see the place in the plastic where one of the plugs was missing. Her reaction surprised me as she looked at the package.

She looked at me and grinned.

"Can I try one?" she asked, coyly.

I looked at her beautiful face and fantastic body. Why not, I thought. What is good enough for Victoria and me is good enough for Gail.

"I'll tell you what. You help me convince Victoria and I'll put it in you myself."

Gail smiled.

"It's a deal." and picked up the other package, pulling it apart and taking the smallest plug out.

We entered Vic's office, Gail holding the plug behind her back while I brought in the nipple clamps. Victoria looked up from her desk. I gasped. She was even more beautiful that on the cam. She swung her beautiful legs from under the desk and stood, her heels making her legs look even more classically feminine. 

Gail and I approached her as she twirled around for me to get a view of the outfit. She caught herself just as she started to loose her balance. 

"Careful, beautiful. You don't want to break your lovely neck."

I walked up and took her into my arms, turning her around so that her back was to Gail.

"I've got another surprise for you, dear." I said as Gail, on my signal, started to unzip her dress. I gently lowered it below her bra and Gail undid the clasp, allowing it to come loose on her breasts. I fingered her nipples and felt them harden under my manipulations. I pinched them both and saw Victoria's eyes glaze over. With them enlarged, I produced the clamps I had been palming and began screwing one down on a nipple. Victoria's beautiful eyes widened and then she moaned as the clamp began pinching the nipple. I put the other one on as she waited. I knew from experience that the pain was exquisite and delightful at the same time. After making sure that each was secure, but not overly tight, I pulled her bra back into place and Gail hooked it. I pulled her dress bodice back up and Gail, in turn, re zipped it.

I could tell that he was enjoying the pain the clamps was causing to his nipples. Now was the time for the plug.

"Victoria, please bend over toward me and raise your skirt off of your rear end."

A look of alarm entered her face and I could tell she was ready to refuse.

"Victoria, do you trust me?"

"You know I do, Mistress Donna."

"Then do as I say." I replied, looking at my feminized husband and catching his made up eyes with mine.

He bent over and raised his skirt, showing his beautiful black panties and garter and nylons. Gail slid his panties down over his hips and separated his cheeks. I could tell he wanted to pull away as she pushed the plug against his anus but he did not and held his helpless position through sheer will. Gail worked on pushing the plug into his rectum and a moan escaped his pretty lips. I saw him push back against the plug and it slid the rest of the way into his passage. Pressing the plug firmly into place, the end resting on his upturned buttocks, Gail pulled the flimsy panties back into place.

"You can stand now, my dearest."

He stood, and I could tell that he was feeling the same feelings that I had and was feeling. I smiled at her as she dropped her dress back into place.

"You were so good and obedient that I've got a surprise for you" I said, and unbuttoning my blouse and pulling my bra down, showed him my clamps. He grinned.

"At least I'm not the only one in pain here."

"That's not all" I said and turning away from him, I raised my skirt and pulled my panties down to show him my plug.

Gail slipped out of the office and came back holding the next size up.

"My turn," she grinned at Victoria and handed the plug to her. "But I going to need a little lube first and you have just the tool to give it to me."

Victoria turned to me and I smiled my ok.

I got in front of Gail and began kissing her deeply. As I kissed her, I grabbed the hem of her dress and raised it above her panty covered rear. Victoria, lowered herself to her knees and slid the panties down from Gail's perfect rear. Drawing her face in close, her tongue extended and she began to lick Gail's rear passage. Gail moaned in delight and leaned even harder into me as she pushed her rear back into Victoria's mouth. Victoria licked and sucked and probed Gail's tunnel until I thought Gail was going to pass out. 

Then she held Gail's hips as she stood to her feet and lifted her dress. She slid her panties to one side and released her bulging member. Pushing up to Gail's rear she guided her penis into the now lubricated passage and pushed, as Gail pushed back against her. Her love tool entered Gail's rectum and she began pumping Gail as though she had not had sex in a month. Gail moaned into my mouth and worked her hip back and forth onto Victoria's tool. Victoria squeezed and released Gail's breasts and cried out as she filled Gail's back channel with her love juice. Gail shuddered and went limp against me, holding me tightly as she trembled.

She regained a little of her composure and looked at me.

"Now I think I'm ready for the plug."

Victoria pulled her still hard penis out of Gail's rear end and picked up the plug. Pushing it into Gail's anus, it slid in easily and settled into place. Gail reached down and pulled her panties back up.

"I believe that went in easier than either mine or Victoria's" I grinned at Gail.

Gail smiled back.

"You've just got to be lubricated correctly, Miss Donna.

"I see, now" I joked. "I'll have to remember that next time. Meanwhile, I think I'm going to scream if somebody doesn't give me a climax."

Gail slipped to her knees and, raising my skirt and sliding down my panties, proceeded to do just that.

As Gail gave me a wonderful tongue lashing, Victoria came around behind me. She pulled the plug from my rectum and before my sphincter could close, reinserted her penis and proceeded to do to me what she had done to Gail. As I screamed into a climax the thought crossed my mind. It doesn't get much better than this. 



Birthday Present Pt. 06



I did not know what I was going to do. Donna had changed so much and had completely taken over our sex life. In fact, I realized, she had taken over my whole life. My life was upside down from what it had been, and in less than a week. I shifted in my chair and felt the butt plug change position. Even after what had already occured, I felt my dick twitch. My nipples had become somewhat numb from the clamps, but every time I moved a little they would protest, calling attention to themselves. I stood and walked to the mirror. I still could not make myself believe that I was looking at myself. I felt a shiver run over my body. I could feel the nylons stroking my shapely legs, the tops pulled taught by the garter straps. I felt the slight caress of the air on my panty covered penis. The plug shifted again as I turned to get my lipstick and returned to the mirror to apply a fresh coat. I open my mouth and applied the lipstick to the top lip, starting just right of center and outlining the curve, gliding out to the edge of my mouth and then repeated the procedure on the left side. I applied some to my lower lip and then moved my lips in and out against each other, completing the process and feeling the smoothness of the lipstick on my lips.

Other than making out in the car when we were dating, we had never let our sexual activities get out of the privacy of our home, or motel room if we were away. Now, all of a sudden, I'm at work, having sex with my wife and having sex with my secretary and my wife having sex with my secretary, and I'm dressed up like a woman and looking like one, too. I just could not get a grasp of what I should do. I felt, inherently, that this whole experience had gone way too far. But I knew that I was caught up in the extreme sexuality of the whole experience, and, like a new junkie, could not get enough. Each new experience left me craving for the next one, lowering my inhibitions to the point that I was taking a huge chance with my security every time I let another person see me in my role as Victoria. 

And another thing that confused me was the fact that from the letters and stories Donna had shown me on-line, most men who dressed as women were homosexual or bisexual and attracted to other men. This most definitely was not how I felt. I had no desire to have any kind of an encounter with another man. But in the encounters with Donna and Gail and Jenny, I felt that I was participating in lesbian encounters. But, given the fact that I am a man, they weren't actually lesbian, at least not on my part, even if they were between the girls. The whole situation was confusing to me. I had never cheated on Donna or she on me, but here we were, sharing our sex life with two other women. 

Also, sexual control had never been a part of our sex life until now. But the fact of it was that the control was part of what was exciting me. It was as if, because Donna was calling the shots, I did not have to accept responsibility for the deviation from our normal sexual play, allowing myself to be seduced into actions and situations that I would not have considered on my own. I wondered if that was what was disturbing me. 

I have always felt like I was pretty much in control of my life and the lead partner in our marriage. And now the only term that I could think of for myself was one I had read on the Internet. Panty slave. Something about the combination of being in panties and having sex in them had done something to my psyche, changing me in some kind of basic way down deep inside. I wondered if Donna was aware of how deeply all of this sexual play was affecting me. I could not even look at women's garments without wondering how they would look on me and how they would feel on my body.

Gail stuck her head in my office and announced another of my clients and ushered her into the room. I repeated my performance from earlier and took care of the business at hand, assuring her that I could take care of her business, even though Mr. Allure was away. Taking her hand as she was leaving, I thanked her for her business and welcomed her back any time.

The day was drawing to a close when Donna called.

"Miss Vickie, I've got some exciting news but I'm not going to tell you what it is until you get home. So please don't delay after work."

"Do you think I'm going to delay dressed like this?" I asked her. "Don't worry, I'll be straight home." 

We went through our normal routine for closing the office for the day, except that I was doing it in high heels and a dress. I checked outside before I went out and got in the car. I didn't want to run into any of our business neighbors wondering what I was doing in Mr. Allure's car. Again, the pedals of the car felt awkward in my heels but I managed to make it home fine and, swinging my nylon covered legs out of the car, I made it into the house without incident.

Donna was again in the den and again was dressed in the dominatrix outfit, with the strap-on riding rigidly between her beautiful legs. I felt my penis suddenly start to harden. She had pulled one of our den chairs with wooden legs into the center of the room and I could see the video camera sitting on the entertainment center pointed at the chair. There were pieces of rope tied to all four legs of the chair and a large towel draped over the back. Donna came to me and kissed me passionately, our lipstick covered lips sliding across each others. As we finished the kiss she led me by the hand to the back side of the chair and told me to lean over it. I complied and she tied my wrists to the short lengths of rope and then came behind me and tied my ankles to the rear ropes. When I was effectively hogtied she asked me to try and get loose. I struggled to pull my wrists from the ropes but she had tied them securely and I could make no headway. I couldn't even work my way around the back of the chair because of my secured ankles. My feet were beginning to hurt in the heels so that I was forced to relax on my stomach over the back of the chair, with my rear end destined to be my uppermost part. 

Donna reached inside my dress bodice and released the nipple clamps. All of a sudden my nipples were screaming out in pain. They had gone numb in the clamps but as the blood ran back into them, it felt as if the nerves were on fire. Donna dropped the clamps into the seat of the chair and went behind me. She raised my dress up and laid it across my back and slid my panties down to my knees. She went to an end table and picked up some lube, rubbing it over the strap-on. She wiped her hands on a towel and walked behind me. Pulling the plug gently from my rectum, she tossed it onto the towel and slowly slid the dildo into my now vacated channel. 

I could not help but moan as the dildo entered me. Donna gently slid it all the way into me until her pelvis rested against my butt cheeks. I felt so full that I thought I would burst. Donna leaned onto me, reaching into my bodice and pinching my sensitive nipples. My whole body clenched as I groaned in exquisite pain. Donna released my nipples and caressed my breasts as she pulled out till only the head of the dildo was in me. As she pushed slowly back into me she again pinched my nipples and again my whole body shuddered. My hair hung around my face and my mouth was wide open in exquisite anguish and pleasure. I ran my tongue across my lips as I struggled for some kind of equilibrium. The strap-on rubbed my prostate gland and I could feel my penis dripping onto the towel. 

As Donna pumped in and out of me I could hear her moaning from the sensation of having the other end of the dildo in her vagina. All of a sudden, I exploded, drenching the towel with my love juice and, I know, soiling the beautiful garter around my waist. Donna continued to frenetically pump my ass, thrashing behind me. She had turned loose of my nipples and was holding on to my hips as she pumped in and out of me. As I started to come down from my climax I started to realize the discomfort I was feeling as she continued to pump me. I tried to shift my hips a little, trying to ease the pain. Donna released one of my hips and slapped me on the ass cheek, hard. 

"Ouch," I cried. "That hurts now that I've climaxed." 

"Well, I haven't yet so hold still." Donna gasped, continuing to hump my rear.

"But, Donna, that hurts."

"You are going to have to learn to take it if you're going to be my lover. I can see that I'm going to have to silence your complaints."

She pulled out of me and I was momentarily thankful. But she went over and picked up the butt plug and went into the bathroom. I heard the water running and in a minute she came back out with the plug. She picked up another piece of the rope and ran it through a hole in the back of the plug. Coming in front of my she told me to open my mouth. I knew where that thing had been and I did not want it in my mouth. I refused to open my mouth.

Donna slapped me hard and my mouth opened as I gasped. In went the plug and with my hands tied I could not force it out with just my tongue. Donna tied the rope around my head, knotting it behind me, tying my hair down. Satisfied with her work, she looked at me for a moment, hogtied and gagged, bent over the back of the chair. I could see her mind working. She went into the bedroom and came back with a pair of black panties and a black satin scarf. She pulled the panties down over my face and then tied the scarf across my eyes, knotting it, also, behind my head.

I actually became frightened at this point because I was so helpless and she was being so forceful. Suddenly, I felt her begin to penetrate me again and I did my best to tighten my sphincter to resist her but she pushed on into my rear passage and again began to pump me. I could hear her moans as she rode me with the double dildo. Suddenly she was talking and at first I wondered to whom.

"This is how I take my little woman when I'm horny. I tie her up and open her rear and pump her till I cum all over her. If she moves, I spank her. If she complains, I gag her. I deprive her of her sight and put her face in my panties where it belongs. If she is so unladylike that she climaxes before me I punish her while I continue until I climax. Ladies, this is what you can expect from your wives and lovers. All you have to do is tell them your little secret. Tell them what you like to wear when they aren't home. Tell them what you do to your little willie when you are dressed in their undies. Tell them why they keep missing and then finding their panties from out of their dresser drawers."

She interrupted her speech to gasp and cry out as she climaxed, pushing so hard into me that I thought I would pass out. She collapsed across my body as she slowly regained her sense of presence. She pulled out of me and untied my ankles. Then she took off the blindfold and the panties from my face and untied the rope holding the butt plug and pulled it from my mouth. She untied the ropes holding my wrists and helped me to stand, instructing me to hold my dress up off of myself. She folded the towel and cleaned the cum off of my stomach. I looked down and saw that only a drop had gotten on the garter, most of it trapped by the towel. She led me by the hand into the office and over to the computer. There was a cam image of the den chair on the screen and in a frame under it was the message.

"Live cam. Number of viewers: 33,458"

I looked at the screen in shock. Donna smiled and kissed me passionately. 

"Miss Victoria, you are now famous. You've just been screwed in front of 33,458 people, most of them men and most of them trans gendered and all of them paying to watch. We now have considerably more in our financial coffer than we did yesterday."

The e-mail notice on our computer started lighting up. Donna sat down in the chair and opened the e-mail client. There were hundreds of messages and more arriving each moment. She open the first, from someone named Steph.

"I have never, in my life, seen anything so sensual and beautiful. I would give anything to be Victoria. Thank you so much. My panties are so full that I must go and change. Signed, yours forever, Stephanie (Steven)"

Donna opened several more and the message was similar for each. I stood there speechless and dumb struck. I truly did not know what to do. Donna had exposed our little game to the porn world and without my knowledge or consent. I knew that this had gone too far and that this was a step from which we could never return. Donna kept reading the e-mails, enraptured at the power which they conferred onto her. I quietly slipped from the office and went into the bedroom. My ass hurt deeply from the rape that I had just endured for I would never have participated in anything like this if I had realized what she was doing. I found tears running down my face as I took of the dress and shoes and undergarments and wig. I went into the bathroom, carrying a clean pair of panties, because I found that my BVD's were not in my drawer. I showered and feeling stubble on my body, I went ahead and shaved it off because it would itch if I let it grow. But I knew in my heart that our little experiment had to stop. It had gone too far by a long shot. I used the facial cleanser and cleaned the makeup off of my face. I dried off and slipped into the satin panties, vowing that I would change as soon as I could find my BVD's. I went back into the bedroom and opened my drawer to get a pair of jeans. My jeans were missing. The only pants in the drawer were the black stretch jeans that I had worn to the donut shop on Saturday.

I started to call Donna but didn't want to confront her wearing only panties. I slipped the jeans up over my hips, having to wiggle to get them on and buttoned and zipped them up. I opened my tee shirt drawer and found my tee shirts missing and in their place only a few girls midriff tees in pastel colors. I picked up the top one, pink, and slipped it over my head. My nipples tingled and protested as the shirt fell over them. They were very sore as was my rear passage.

In my sock drawer I found only pink rimmed anklets. Leaving the drawer open I went to the closet. On the floor where my shoes normally are were the pairs of heels Donna had bought me and a pair of pink girls running shoes. I could tell by looking that they were my size. I picked them up, got a pair of the anklets from the drawer and finished dressing. I looked in the mirror and saw a somewhat more masculine version of my earlier self. But even without makeup, I looked softer and more feminine than I should. The girls clothes helped to accentuate the fact.

I went back to the office. Donna was still engrossed in reading the e-mails. She had removed the dildo harness and it was laying on the floor. She looked so sexy in the dominatrix costume that I was momentarily taken aback. 

"Donna," I said, "we have to talk."

She turned in the chair and when she saw me her eyes lit up.

"Oh Vickie. You look so comfortable. Let me get into something similar and I'll get something to eat fixed up." 

"No. You don't understand. We need to talk about what is going on here."

I saw a troubled look pass over her face as she realized that I was upset.

"What's the matter, hon." she asked.

I pointed to the computer screen.

"All this has gone way too far, Donna. It was one thing when we had our own private little sex game going. But this is way overboard. Selling our activities on-line. Letting thousands view us in an extremely compromising situation. You don't know who was watching and recording that cam broadcast. Someone might possibly recognize me, even in drag, and try blackmail or who knows what else."

I saw a quick look of fear come onto her face.

"What is it? I asked, alarmed.

"Someone could possibly recognize you if the were logged on earlier today."

"What do you mean?"

"The whole day's activities were being cam cast, at your office and here. The whole transformation from Vic to Vickie. That's why there were so many viewers by this evening. It kept growing all day in size and the e-mails were pouring in. So many requested to see just what we did just now that I was persuaded to go along with it. I didn't even think that somebody local might be viewing. I just got caught up in the excitement that you were causing in your transformation to Miss Vickie under my control. I'm sorry Vic. I guess I really messed up."

I sat there stunned.

"Um.. Vic."

"Yes" I mumbled.

"I also broadcast the other recordings that I've been making. There was an huge volume of downloading for each of the films. We really have made a lot of money today. You are an Internet star as of today. I'm sorry if it backfires, but let's just wait and see. Maybe everything will be ok."

"Well, one thing that is not ok is continuing this feminizing thing. I'm done with it and so are you. We've got to get back to the lives that we had and the trust that we have had for each other. I can't believe that you did this without asking me first." 

Donna looked sheepish.

"I knew you were to shy to let me try it and I just wanted to see what kind of reaction we would get. I'm so sorry."

I thought for a moment, then asked Donna to let me get to the computer. I searched the name Victoria Allure in Google and got pages of hits. Alarmed, I checked out a few of the pages and finally breathed a sigh of relief when they all pertained to a porn star by the same name. I knew that this did not mean a lot as very little time had passed for people to start posting copied versions of the video on the web but at least I could hope that would not happen.

"Ok. We're alright for now, but no more Internet cam stuff and no more of me in dresses. Where are my clothes?"

I actually felt kind of funny giving the orders with Donna sitting there in her dominatrix costume. 

"They are upstairs in the spare bedroom closet." Donna replied.

"Well, this stuff all goes and I want my clothes back in my drawers and closet. Understand?"

Donna nodded and her eyes teared up.

"I'm sorry Vic. I guess I let myself get too caught up in the excitement of our game. I'll get your clothes back where they belong."

She went into the bedroom and soon came out carrying an armload of women's clothing and shoes. I turned back to the computer and began typing a continuance of my side of our story. When I finished, an hour had passed. I got up and went to our bedroom. My clothes were back in my drawers. I changed from the women's clothes back to my own and laid the clothes on the bed, along with the running shoes. I looked back in my drawer and picked up a pair of BVD's. The cotton felt course in my hands after the satin undies I had been wearing for several days and I felt a tinge of regret that things had turned out this way. But I knew I had to have a resolve about this matter and get things back under control.

I went to the kitchen where Donna was cooking. 

"Did you throw out all of those things you bought me?" I asked, as I hugged her from behind.

"Well, not exactly." She turned in my arms and grinned wickedly at me.

I released her and took a step back. She stepped in close to me and grabbed my nipples under my tee shirt. 

"We may want to play again someday so I put all of them in the spare bedroom, including my costume. Ok?"

I felt my resolve wavering and then it crumbled all down around me.

"Well, maybe someday. But no more videos."