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Part 3.
Now, onto the boring stuff
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DISCLAIMERS
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This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, and is
not intended for the perusal of minors. Further if perusal of such
material is considered illegal in your area or immoral by your religion or
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All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any
resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.
This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic. The
parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely at the
discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no apologies for any
rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or magic that may be broken
within the story.
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Now onto the fun stuff
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Later that day, Roosevelt got home from work. He had been the "Bridge
Shift" manager today, working from 12 to 8, part morning shift, part
evening. It had been a pretty light day, and Roosevelt was looking forward
to just sitting back.
Alas, it was not to be. As soon as he walked through the door, he saw his
wife sitting judgmentally in the entry way. He expected her to launch into
some diatribe about being late or early or something else like she usually
did. Instead, she looked him right in his eyes and said, "Were you going
through my underwear earlier?"
Roosevelt blanched. He didn't know why he had done it, but this morning,
he had watched Toni get dressed and wondered what it would be like to wear
clothes like she had, particularly her underwear. He had tried to ignore
the feelings, but it just got too powerful, so after Toni had left, he had
snuck into her lingerie drawer and looked through it. He had taken one
pair of panties, the laciest pair he could find, and tried to carefully
replace the others so as not to be noticed. Apparently, he had failed.
When he didn't say anything, Toni asked, "You took my best pair of panties.
Did you take them to give them to some chippie?"
"No! I'd never cheat on you."
Sarcastically, she said, "So you stole them to wear for yourself?"
Roosevelt looked away shamefully. "Oh, my god, that's it! You're dressing
like some freak?"
"It's not like that."
"Prove it to me. Drop your pants and let me see what you're wearing."
"Honey-"
"Do it!" Roosevelt sighed and unbuttoned his pants, exposing the top of
Toni's panties that he was wearing. She turned away, said, "I almost wish
you had been cheating," and walked off.
Roosevelt stood there, wondering what to do, when he noticed a single
manila envelope in the stack of mail on the end table. It was addressed to
him and had no return address. In fact, it had no postmark, which meant it
had been hand delivered rather than sent through the postal service. He
opened the envelope and pulled out the contents, a single unlabeled bottle.
Despite the fact that there were no instructions or notes, Roosevelt knew
just what to do with it. He went to the mini-bar they had, poured a couple
glasses of scotch, and dumped the contents of the bottle into one of them.
As soon as the liquid mixed into the scotch, it darkened briefly before
returning to its normal color. He picked up the glasses and went to the
den where he was sure that Toni had retreated to.
Sure enough, Toni was sitting in the plush chair in the corner of the room,
head down and brow furrowed in thought. He stepped into the room. "Toni?"
Angrily, she asked, "What do you want?"
He walked over to her, holding the doctored drink out in front of him. "I
made up some drinks. I thought we could talk about this."
She took the drink and downed it in one gulp. "What's to talk about?
You're dressing in women's clothes."
He knelt beside her. "Toni, I'm scared for us. Look at us. With the
exception of the time we spend sleeping, we spend more time arguing than we
do even just being with each other. I don't want us breaking up, but if
something didn't happen, that's what's going to happen. I just wanted to
know what it was like to be in your shoes. I figured if I knew where you
were coming from, then maybe it'd bring us back together."
"Wearing my panties?" she asked, clearly doubtful of the wisdom of his actions.
"Maybe not the best way I could think of to learn what it was like to be
you, but I was desperate." He put his hand tenderly on her arm.
"Toe-toe," he said, using the cutesy pet name he had given her before their
marriage, "I miss... us. I miss being together. I just want us to be
right again."
Toni looked into her husband's eyes, feeling more attraction for him than
she had felt in a very long time. And more than that, she was feeling
arousal. It was strange, but since shortly after she had drank the scotch
he had brought her, she had been seeing Roosevelt in her panties, and it
had been turning her on! She leaned over and kissed him. After a few
seconds, she asked him, "Can I see you in them? See you in my panties?"
"Of course." He stood up and fully undid his pants, letting them drop to
the floor.
"Take off your shirt, too." Then, with a tone that seemed almost as if she
were trying to justify her request, she said, "It's in the way, blocking my
view."
Roosevelt just smiled and took off his shirt and the undershirt beneath it.
He then stood up tall, his pants around his ankles, with the lacy wisp of
fabric around his crotch. Toni reached out and stroked his cock through
the panties, getting an almost instantaneous hardening of his dick. She
licked her lips with desire. She looked up at him and asked, "How serious
are you about learning what I go through? What are you willing to do?"
"I'm willing to do anything to bring us closer together."
She smiled. "Take off everything but your panties and wait here." Toni
leapt from the chair and ran from the room. Roosevelt did as instructed
and waited, standing in nothing but the panties. Toni returned in only a
little bit, carrying a corset. "I wore this on my wedding. I figure since
I started our life together with it, you can start learning about being me
with it."
Roosevelt grinned. Maybe he should've been more hesitant about wearing a
corset, but he and his wife were getting along better than they had in
years, and that made it all worth it. He went to his wife, meeting her
half way across the room. He helped get himself into it, saying, "It's a
little small."
"It is my size. If you want, we can get one for your larger body." She
had only been playfully teasing, but Roosevelt thought that nothing could
sound better than a corset of his very own to wear. She laced him in as
snugly as she could, then stepped back. "Not bad. You actually look kind
of sexy in that."
"I want to see."
Toni led him to the mirror in the bathroom. He looked at himself, posing a
bit and running his hands down his body. "What do you think?" she asked.
"I think... I really do want one of my own."
"Really? 'Cause you do look sexy in it."
Roosevelt continued to model his new look until Toni said, "Rose," his old
pet name, "I want you."
He turned to her and pulled her to him, kissing her deeply, yet tenderly.
He then let her step back and helped her undress. When she was standing
before him nude, he flipped the toilet seat down and gently sat her down on
the edge of it. He then got on his knees between her legs and gently
started licking her cunt.
Toni was surprised. Before, Roosevelt had never been much interested in
foreplay, but now he leapt into it with passion, not only licking her, but
responding to her verbal prompts. When she said things like "Softer" or
"Faster" or "Move higher", he responded instantly, doing what made her feel
good.
She leaned back, took her own breasts in hand and gazed down at him. She'd
never have thought so before it happened, but seeing her big, strong
husband clad in a corset and panties and on his knees licking her out was
almost more exciting than the act of sex itself. She moaned, "Oh, yes,
Rose, that's so good."
She was surprised when he looked up at her and in a girlish falsetto said,
"When I'm dressed like this, call me Rosa."
Toni didn't question it, nor did she even question why she didn't question
it. She only thought it was cute (and a little exciting) that he was
asking for a woman's name for when he was dressed. She told him, "Rosa, I
like the new you," then shuddered and came all over his face.
She was weak after orgasm, but he didn't seem to mind. He stood up, gently
lifted her into his arms, and carried her to the bedroom. He set her on
the bed then sat beside her. He took her breasts in hand and gently
fondled them as she recovered from her earlier orgasm.
Finally, she leaned over and went for his dick. He had grown too hard and
the panties were too small for her to pull the elastic down, so instead she
pushed his dick through one of the leg holes, pulling the panties up from
him. She knew that the panties were being hopelessly stretched and would
probably never fit her right again, but that didn't matter. She had
already begun thinking of them as his panties, and as a tool for bringing
them together. If they became stretched out in that goal, so what?
She took his dick into her mouth and sucked on it, loving the taste of him,
as well as the feel of the panties rubbing against her face. She tickled
his balls as she knew he liked and rubbed his pantied rear. It took longer
than she thought it would, but eventually "Rosa" bucked his hips and came,
spraying his seed into her waiting mouth.
She looked up at him and, with a bit of cum at the side of her mouth, she
smiled. He put his hands under her arms and lifted her to him, kissing her
and cleaning the cum from her face. Toni expected them to lie down
together and go to sleep. It was a bit of a sticky point in their
marriage. Roosevelt was usually only good for one cum, and many times he
failed to get her off before cumming himself. But this time, he looked at
her, need plainly evident in his eyes, and said, "I still need you."
She looked down, amazed to see that Roosevelt's dick was still rock hard
under the edge of his panties. She took it in hand and said, "I need you,
too."
She laid back on the bed and guided his cock to her waiting cunt. He laid
atop her and slowly moved himself inside her. She wrapped her arms around
him, grasping his buttocks and pulling him into her. She loved the feel of
the corset and panties on him and resolved then and there that during any
further sex, he'd be wearing feminine garments or there would be no further
sex. She felt a bit guilty about that, but it was how she felt.
But Roosevelt felt the same way. He loved the silky fabric rubbing on his
rear end and the tight feeling of the corset around his mid-section. He'd
perform for his wife without them if she wanted, but if he could talk her
into it, Rosa would be spending a lot more time in their lives.
Rosa fucked his wife, gliding in and out of her until she came in orgasm.
This once more surprised Toni. Roosevelt was always a bit of a "quick
trigger", cumming long before she did, but here was another reason for Toni
wanting Rosa around more. She had been sucked through one orgasm, fucked
through another, and now he was fucking her into more. She experienced a
third, then rapidly a fourth and a fifth, then she stopped keeping track as
she experienced her first multiple orgasm. While she was cumming, Rosa had
his cum, and they screamed together in their simultaneous orgasm.
After their cum, they lay together, hugging and cuddling. Then Rosa
broached the subject both wondered about. "Toni, hun, would you mind
terribly if we did this more? Dressed me up for sex? If you don't want me
to, I won't, but..."
"No, I want it. I over-reacted before. This was incredible. If letting
you be Rosa is what it takes to bring us back together, then Rosa is
welcome any time."
Roosevelt couldn't help but smile as they fell asleep together.
************
Lillith got the mail from the mailbox and went inside. "Bill?" she called
out.
Bill stepped out from the bedroom, still dressed in the dress she had put
him in earlier. He struck as feminine a pose as he could and said, "Only
Billie here."
Lillith tossed the mail on the table and tackled her lover, pushing him
back into the bedroom. She never noticed the single manila envelope that
slid off the stack and fell behind the table. A single envelope without a
return address, sent to Bill, and without a postmark, like it had been
hand-delivered to her mailbox.
************
ONE MONTH LATER...
Bill, on all days, was now wearing panties. After only a couple days, he
had decided he didn't like men's underwear anymore and had thrown out all
his old stuff. Now, wherever he was, he was wearing panties, and often a
bra. He never filled the cups (at least out of the apartment), but he
seemed to miss the feeling of those straps around his chest. At home, Bill
was seen much less than Billie. Over the last month, Bill had spent most
of his income on clothes for his feminine alter ego. He was still afraid
of going out in public, but that didn't seem to matter much.
Lillith had also invested in Billie. She came from a rich family and had a
trust fund she got a comfortable allowance from. She rarely used it,
instead preferring to live on her own merits, but for the sake of their
"game", she was willing to dip into her savings. She had bought him
breastforms, make-up appropriate for his skin color, and a small collection
of jewelry. She had also bought him a corset, but Billie didn't like it
much, so it had been relegated to the back of the closet.
Roosevelt and his wife had experienced a similar awakening of desire. At
home, there was no Roosevelt, only Rosa. Their combined income was nowhere
near that of Bill and Lillith, but they had decided to scrimp for the sake
of their newfound unity, and, although Rosa's wardrobe was nowhere near
that of Billie's, it now consisted of a small collection of panties,
stockings, and corsets.
Both Roosevelt and Bill had undergone changes that everyone had seemed
unaware of. Their faces had rounded and their skin had softened. The fact
was, although neither intended to go out en femme, both could've been
passable with little effort. But these changes had been so subtle and
gradual that no one around them had noticed.
Neither had heard much from Ken, who was now Kira full time. Kira had not
informed her friends of her decision to undergo an almost complete change
to womanhood. She was afraid of how they'd react. Kira had undergone
similar changes to the other two, but since he had started so much closer
to femininity, the changes were actually less noticeable. She and Morgana
had taken all of Ken's clothes and given them to charity. It turned out
that all of Morgana's roommate's old clothes fit Kira perfectly, so she now
had a wardrobe of beautiful, expensive clothes to wear.
And none of them questioned their newfound femininity, although Lillith was
beginning to wonder.
************
When your work speaks for itself, don't interrupt.
If your work can't speak for itself, nothing you can say will change that.
J R D
jrdss@micronet.net
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