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xXxAuthor’s note: I have based this lightly on one of my favourite stories. Sharp eyed readers may spot the references which intend homage. Oh, andit’s back to basics…Thanks again, of course, to Robyn Hoode for giving it the once over. Anyfaults are mine and mine alone.CallieI did the decent thing in college when I got my girlfriend pregnant andwe were married in the fall. She dropped out and got a job with a veryunderstanding company whilst I finished my degree. Her maternity leavewas short because she had to pay for our apartment but I got a good jobstraight after I got my degree and she was able to spend more time withthe baby. I was on the graduate track and worked all hours so soon I wasin middle management and we could afford a better apartment. I know Ihad loved her but we didn’t spend much time together. When my k**finally got into school she went back to work and we were both tired whenwe ever got together.I got moved to a different office and met my new manager, Liz, and we goton really well. Too well. I spent more time with her than with Kathy,my wife, and it wasn’t long before I found out why a guy shouldn’t settledown too early. Liz and I were on a project and we were working from herhouse when things took a turn and we ended up in her bed together. Ifell for her too quickly and hard without meaning to, and soon we wereregularly working from her house.Yeah, I felt bad about it, but we kept it low key and secret and Kathydidn’t notice. Liz didn’t want her daughter Bella to notice either. Lizwas older than me, 34 to my 24, though I didn’t care, but she’d had Bellayoung because of a naive mistake. Bella had been raised mostly by hergrandparents when young, until Liz was ready to look after her herself,and their relationship was odd, quite sisterly. Luckily Bella was off tocollege soon.What made our relationship special was that Liz and I did everything thatKathy had never done with me. One night we were playing around at tryingto hypnotise each other because I’d heard that women could orgasmspontaneously when hypnotised. I think I managed to put her under butdidn’t know what to do. She said she managed to put me under and gave mea codeword that would put me under any time she wanted. We were bothlaughing but we didn’t notice that Bella was back from college andlistening at the door. A couple of days later we were playing a game infront of the fire when Bella asked to join in. She went away to top upour drinks and soon I felt a bit tired. Liz did too and she suggested wesit on the couch for a while.It felt like I’d dozed and Bella was just putting away the game. Lizseemed to be out next to me.”You’d better go now,” suggested Bella, “but come back tomorrowafternoon.”It seemed like a good suggestion, so I did. Next day she met me at thedoor, and gave me a couple of bottles of pills that she’d got through thepost.”Herbal slimming aids.” She said. “I got them for you because you neverhave time to exercise.”It was true, and at her instruction I took one of each, twice a day. Lizwas very playful that day, and dressed me in her panties which turned heron. Bella came into the bedroom and took some photos of us, which wasweird, but Liz didn’t seem to even notice.I was very careful to wash the lipstick off my face before going home.It was Liz’s but I’d been wearing it. Liz had become really experimentaland we had been role-playing as two lesbians meeting up in a club beforegoing home to have sex. She loved feeling up under her skirt, which Iwas wearing, and finding my ‘strap-on’ before getting me to use it onher. But being careful didn’t make any difference. Kathy had somehowgot hold of some photos of me and Liz and after a raging argument shethrew me out of the house. I had a bag full of my work stuff and drovestraight over to Liz’s where she took me in. A few days later thedivorce papers arrived on my desk at work.Liz and I had to come clean with Bella. I was worried because I had afeeling she didn’t like me, but she seemed really happy about thesituation. “Liz,” she said to her mother with that strange familiarity,”you’ll have to take him shopping for clothes on the weekend.””Yes, dear,” she responded with an odd submissiveness. Bella smiled andshared more of her pills with me.I thought Liz was shopping more for herself than me when she bought lacyunderwear, but the bra’s were too small for her and the blouses too big. It wasn’t until later that she revealed that she wanted me to wear themto work. She said how turned on she would be and I guessed that theblouses would look like men’s shirts even if they were oddly cut, and no-one would see the underwear. I went to work like that for the next fewmonths while Bella was away at college. On the weekends Liz and I tookour role-play further, and she got me dresses and skirts to wear aroundthe house, whilst teaching me exactly how to go down on her and the bestways to treat her breasts. I shaved my legs so that I could wear tightsand stockings comfortably. It wasn’t like anyone was going to see mylegs because I never went to the gym and I had my pills which I tookreligiously.When Bella came back for the winter break I wasn’t sure she’d take kindlyto me still living with her mother. I picked her up from the station andcarried her heavy cases up to her room where she must’ve noticed myanxiety and sat me down while giving me a shoulder massage and talkingpleasantly to me. I must have dozed off because it was so relaxing.Later I noticed that Liz was really relaxed and happy too. We weresitting in the living room with Bella just chilling out and talking aboutwhat we’d been up to.Liz complained that she couldn’t just leave makeup on me all day on theweekends because my stubble would grow and ruin it before the evening,and Bella nodded and suggested I have my beard removed. It seemed soobvious when she said it, and Liz booked me in the next day for laserhair removal, over my body too while we were at it.It was easier to use makeup without any facial hair, but I went andtalked to Bella and admitted to her that I didn’t really like it. It wasnice talking to Bella because she was so pleasant, and not the upset girlthat Liz and I thought she would be when we had first got together. Shegot me to look in a mirror and I really did see that make up made me lookpretty. I know I was a good looking guy, that’s how I’d had so muchsuccess with women, and it seemed that makeup could turn good lookingguys into pretty girls if it was used correctly.”Of course you don’t like it,” she admitted to me, “because you’re a man,and men don’t wear makeup. But you should always wear it for me and Lizbecause it makes us happy.”I could see the sense in that, Bella’s explanation was sound. She wassuch a bright girl. I resolved to practice as much as I could to get itright, even if men didn’t wear makeup.Liz had saved up a lot of money and when I added some of my savings wewere able to move to a larger house. Kathy had kept the apartment so mylawyer had been able to persuade the judge that she only needed a smalltop up in alimony. I also pretended I was paying for a new apartment formyself, so it looked like I spent most of my earnings. Really they weregoing into a savings account in Bella’s name, so nobody could find themand take them from me.The new house had four bedrooms, though one was pretty small. Bellasuggested that we put my house clothes and makeup in there and Liz and Iliked the idea. With a wardrobe and dressing table in there, plus asmall bed, it was pretty poky. Liz and Bella were talking about namesand Liz suggested we call it Missy’s Room, because she sometimes calledme Missy when we were playing. I wasn’t so sure, and I spoke to Bellaabout it.”Of course you don’t like being called Missy,” she agreed, “becauseyou’re a man, and what kind of name is Missy for a man? But you shouldput up with it for us, because it makes us happy.”I nodded, understanding and knowing that I always wanted to keep both Lizand Bella happy.”Oh, and if anyone else should ever call you Missy, you should pretend itreally is your name, and that way nobody will get confused.”I wasn’t sure what they would be confused about, because I couldn’tunderstand why anyone else would call me Missy, but I accepted Bella’ssuggestion.It was early in the New Year, shortly before Bella was due to go back tocollege, that I noticed the lumps under my nipples. I’d noticed that myjeans were getting tight, and figured it was the Christmas overconsumption, but getting fatty deposits on my chest was too much. WhenBella caught me feeling my chest through a blouse and training bra shesuggested I go register with her doctor and see what was wrong. Shesuggested I tell him that I wanted to be a woman.”What?!” I exclaimed. “Why?””It’ll be hard to explain why you’re wearing a bra otherwise, won’t it?”she said reasonably.I nodded at that. “But why would I go to the doctor wearing a bra?””You always wear bras, don’t you? Why change if you go to the doctor?And because of those lumps. You need to wear a bra to support andprotect those, don’t you?”I guessed I did, and it was true that I wore bras to work and at home, soit made sense to go see the doctor in one.”Listen,” she continued pleasantly and persuasively, “I know you don’twant to actually *be* a woman. You’re a man! But if you can fool thedoctor I’ll be really happy!”That was it then, I’d do it to please Bella. I didn’t have to like it,but I’d do it.”You must register with Dr. Woodforde,” she told me. “Don’t acceptanyone else.”Dr. Woodforde was a young doctor, quite handsome in a boyish way. Hechecked my chest and seemed quite reasonable when I explained that I feltunhappy as a man and wanted to be a woman, just like Bella coached me.He gave me a scrip and when I filled it out it looked like some of thesame slimming pills that I was already taking. At least that would sortmy big rump out!A few days later I met him again when I cooked a farewell dinner forBella going back to college. To my surprise, Dr. Woodforde turned up asher guest! I didn’t know they were together, but he never mentioned myconsultation, and neither did he comment on my housedress as I served thedinner.Bella went away for a few months, but both Liz and I stayed in touch withher over the phone. It was during that time that Liz and I startedhaving some problems in bed, as I couldn’t seem to get it up Bella toldme I shouldn’t worry about it, because, though I might not like it, if Ikept her mother happy, she would be satisfied.Liz got off the phone too. “Bella thinks it’s because you’re getting soused to being dressed all the time. But I love your dressing so much andus pretending to be lesbians that I don’t want to stop. I hope you’rehappy with that.”And I guess I was, because though I still didn’t like the bras andblouses, I wore them to turn Liz on.By the time Bella came home for the Easter break I needed to wear thetraining bras. The lumps under my nipples had turned into full-on A cupbreasts. I wasn’t happy with that, but Bella wasn’t too worried, and Lizappeared to love them.”It’s because of those pills you’re taking,” Bella explained, “you toldyour doctor that you wanted to be a woman. It’s obvious you’d growbreasts!””But I don’t want breasts!””Of course you don’t, you’re a man! Men don’t have breasts! Youprobably hate it. But I bet Mom loves them?”And I had to admit that she did. Liz spent plenty of time kissing andsucking on my emerging breasts, and loved that I was trying to hide themin work.But it was work that caused the next problem. One day Liz came out of ameeting with her boss and came tearfully over to talk to me.”They know about us being together,” she explained, “and don’t like theeffect on office morale. One of us will have to move.”I suppose it was obvious that our relationship couldn’t be kept secret,but I couldn’t damage Liz’s future, so I volunteered to move office andended up having to work an hour’s drive away, and staying over in a cheaphostel. We couldn’t be together at home either, which made both of ussad, but there was nothing to be done about it.Bella wondered if we couldn’t get back together in the same office if Itook a different job. It was sneaky, but her idea was almost flawless.If I changed my name and applied for a different role, our companywouldn’t spot me going back to Liz’s office. So I changed my name fromChris Jones to Missy James, at court, James strangely being Liz’s surnameas well.”It’s like you’re married!” gushed Bella. But then she had a thought.”People will recognise you.”She suggested that I go to Doctor Woodforde and ask whether I couldarrange some surgery to make me look the part better. “But I don’t wantto be more womanly!” I protested.”Of course you don’t!” she agreed. “You’re a man, and no man wants to bea woman, but you want to feel more confident about not being found out ifyou work so closely with my mother, especially as the company told you tostay apart.”It was true, I was deceiving the company which would be a sackableoffence, so it seemed obvious that a better disguise would make me feelbetter.Dr. Woodforde was not surprised when I asked about surgery. “It isexpensive,” he stated. “I can’t prescribe it but I can recommend asurgeon and discuss with him the changes you might want.”Bella told me to do ataşehir escort what Dr Woodforde asked, and so I discussed with himsome alterations to my face that would make me unrecognisable to thecompany and my co-workers. I took a couple of weeks of holiday, and putmyself in the hands of the surgeon that Dr. Woodforde recommended andBella paid for with my money.What I was surprised by was that the clinic wasn’t very well advertised,and was hidden away in a quiet suburb of Bella’s college town. Lizdidn’t even know what I was up to. The clinic also took a while beforethey gave me an appointment, something to do with waiting for particularequipment to arrive.When we got there the clinic already had instructions from Dr. Woodforde,and Bella talked them over with the surgeon whilst a nurse prepped me forthe surgery. Then I was put out, waking hours later to pain in my faceand chest and Bella sitting with me waiting to take me back to herapartment.Liz still didn’t know where I was, and with bandages covering my face andchest I couldn’t even call her on the phone. I was more upset to findout from Bella that I wouldn’t be healed for some weeks. Bella, beingsome kind of medical student, was able to deal with my stitches andredoing my bandages. She also used the time to practise her relaxationtechniques on me, and gave me some CDs so I could use the techniqueswhile she was in college.When she wasn’t in college she helped me to perfect my disguise in a fewother ways, training me to walk like a girl, and what gestures to make.She even taught me flirtation techniques and we laughed together as Ipractised, and I practised harder just to make her happy with me. Shealso told me that I was now programmed to always respond to and callmyself Missy, as it would complete my disguise.When the bandages finally came off, I was shocked. “Wow,” I saideventually, “I look… pretty.”I was looking at myself in the mirror. I had been a good looking guy soit wasn’t hard to alter my face to make it look feminine. What I wassurprised by was how little it looked like me, except I know that’s whatBella wanted for my disguise. I always had a slim jaw, but now my chinwas a little button. I had a straight nose which I thought Bella hadagreed to leave alone but it had been thinned and then curved slightlyupwards. I had pleasant lips which Liz loved, and which had enabled meto look quite feminine, but now with my nose curled up it was like my toplip had been pulled up making it appear thicker and also leaving a slighthole to my mouth. My bottom lip appeared thicker too. My cheekbonesappeared slightly more prominent, making, or perhaps just helping to makemy eyes, my baby blues, appear so much bigger!All this new prettiness distracted me from my chest, where my boobs alsolooked bigger and much rounder. A check on my bras revealed that theclinic had taken me from a small B cup to a large C cup making my oncemanly, or so I thought, chest and shoulders appear much more in femaleproportions.”What have you done to my chest?” I complained to Bella.”Don’t you like your new tits?” she asked with a sly smile.”Of course not! I’m a man. Men don’t have tits!””You’re right,” she said soothingly. “You are a man and you’re right tonot like having tits. But you’ll look better for work, no-one willrecognise you, and you’re making me and Liz happy.””That’s good,” I agreed. “But when can I get rid of them?”She said something to me, and I zoned out for a moment. When I came toshe was stroking my new tits through my bra and boob tube. The touch ofher fingers felt electric on them, and I moaned with pleasure. “Oh,don’t stop!” I pleaded.”But I thought you didn’t like your tits?”I was confused. “I don’t! But they feel amazing.””If you get rid of them they won’t.” That put a new perspective onthings. “By they way,” she added as she walked away, “they’ll feel evenbetter if a man touches them.”Funny. Why would a man ever touch them?And then I applied for a PA position that Liz made available at heroffice. My voice seemed a little higher and Bella was training me invocal techniques so the agent didn’t question my gender over the phone.Bella’s plan worked just as it was supposed to, and I went in andinterviewed for the position dressed in my smartest Missy outfit, a skirtsuit and a push-up bra that made my C cup tits stand out.When I got offered the job I resigned in absentia from my managerialposition as Chris Jones, pleading illness, and took up the PA position asMissy James, which made Bella happy. I hated the fact that I had to hideas a woman, dressing all the time in skirts and wearing makeup daily toappear as a pretty woman, but Bella loved it. Liz didn’t seem to noticeme much at all though, and that confused me because I was doing all thisfor her.”She’s just playing along so that you don’t get caught,” Bella explained.”You have to play along too. Stay in the role. Don’t do anything out ofcontext and you won’t get caught.” She was right.I had to create a new account for Missy’s pay, which Bella set up and forthe sake of keeping it hidden from any lawyers she moved any excess intothe account she was holding for me. I moved back in with Liz, of course,but Bella brought me and I overheard her explaining to Liz that it wouldbe much easier to have her PA stay with her and that I was new in townand looking for other accommodation.I wasn’t, and I was going to go to explain when Liz walked out of theliving room and saw me. She looked a little fuzzy but then seemed toshake herself out of it. “Hi, Missy. How are you settled in?””You don’t have to call me Missy at home, Liz, my name’s Missy, you knowthat!”She looked at me very oddly. “Of course it is. I’m going to bed, Missy,night night.” And she walked off.I didn’t like going to work as Liz’s PA because I knew I was a man anddressing as a woman every day felt completely wrong, even if it made Lizhappy. I felt like I was going to be found out every day, and that mademe nervous and upset.I spoke to Bella over the phone and it felt so relaxing to talk tosomeone who was completely on my side. At Bella’s suggestion I’d gone toa salon to get my hair done as it was starting to get quite long andunruly. It was expensive, but they put in real hair extensions and thendyed the whole lot blond before curling it back off my face in waves. Atthe same time I had my ears pierced a couple of times and had my nailsdone. Now they were about half an inch at the tips, squared off.Buttoning my blouses was suddenly impossible so Bella recommended I justwear dresses rather than skirt suits.I soon noted that I wasn’t really Liz’s PA anymore because Shelly, asecretary who she’d had to take away with her for a couple of weeks on aproject, was still working closely with her. I got assigned to anotherfloor and another manager for the interim, which was kinda lucky becausenobody there knew me from before, so they just thought I was Missy James,the blonde secretary.”You’ve got to be nicer to her,” suggested Bella when I complained thatLiz didn’t seem to be paying attention to me anymore.”I thought I was being nice to her by doing all this for her,” I whined. I hated wearing dresses all day, the heels made my legs ache, and makeupwas just sticky and gooey. Worse, my hair now took half an hour to getready in the morning so I even drove separately to Liz to the officebecause she was gone before me.”No, be nice by doing more around the house, so that she doesn’t haveto.”So I did the vacuuming and the washing up and the laundry, and cleanedand dusted on a regular rota.Bella took me to get a couple of uniforms for cleaning in so that therest of my clothes wouldn’t get dirty. They were black dresses withwhite mini waist aprons.”These are maids’ uniforms,” I protested.”Of course they are! I tell you what, if you can put on a pair of yourold jeans and a shirt you can use those to clean in, otherwise it’s theseand you won’t complain again.””Alright,” I stammered. “I’ll give it a try.”The jeans should have been fine, but when I got them up to the top of mythighs they got stuck unable to squeeze over my ass. I could see thatthe button would easily close around my trim waist, where the slimmingpills had been working, but I couldn’t get the back of the jeans over myback, and didn’t seem to have the strength to pull hard enough. Theshirt she threw me I recognised as an old clubbing shirt, a skinny fit,which again was billowing around my waist but simply wouldn’t fit aroundmy chest. I squeezed and pressed and pulled, but even when I got thebuttons close I couldn’t fasten them with my long nails.”So you see,” stated Bella, logically, “those dresses are best becausethey fit you.”Liz did seem to notice me in them, and I managed to get a smile or twoout of her. “Thank you, Missy.” She would say with gratitude when Iserved her dinner at the table.”I think your mother is seeing someone else,” I said while Bella sat inher bedroom and I was doing her bed.”What makes you think that, Missy?””She sometimes leaves the office before me yet doesn’t come home untillate, and sometimes I’m sure she doesn’t even come home. She hasn’ttouched me or kissed me since I got my new job, and now that I’ve movedfloors in the office she doesn’t even talk to me. I overheard someoneask her in the office the other day what happened to Chris, and she saidthat I left her a note and just disappeared when I got moved office.”Bella closed her book. “Of course she’d say that, Missy, she can’t saythe truth now, can she?”And that response seemed perfectly obvious now that Bella said it. But,”She seemed to really believe it.””Don’t you worry now. Maybe work is exhausting her so she has no timefor you. I’ll see if I can’t persuade her to pay you more attention.”It was so good having Bella as a best friend. It was a shame that thesummer was nearly over and she was going back to college. Before shewent though I had to confide something in her. I knocked on her door inmy uniform and stood and waited like she’d instructed me to. She calledme in.”Mistress Bella.””What’s up, Missy?””It’s, well, it’s these tits, Mistress Bella.””They look fine to me.””I noticed my bras were getting uncomfortable, so last week I went to getsome new ones, and the only ones which would fit me were D cup. They’regrowing!””Are they? I’m sure all the guys in the office would notice if theywere.””They do! They all stare at my chest when they’re talking to me ortelling me what to do. Some of them are flirting with me, I’m sure.””And do you flirt with them?””Of course I do. You told me it would keep them distracted, not let themthink I was just there to be with Mistress Elizabeth, you know, keep incharacter.””So what’s the problem?””I don’t want these heavy things on my chest anymore,” I whined, “I feelreally uncomfortable about men looking at me and flirting with me. Andthey’re growing and men are looking at me more!””Have any men tried feeling your breasts?””Of course not!” I protested.She reached forward to me and started feeling up my tits through my dressand bra. “Wow!” I responded. “Oh, wow!”I could feel myself getting really horny and turned on, as hermanipulations felt amazing and my nipples turned into tense littlerockets. It was the most amazing feeling I’d felt in a long time, likewhen Liz used to rub my cock through my trousers.”Did you know,” she said as she continued to feel me up, not letting methink about getting away, “that as they grow bigger they will get moreand more sensitive?””Oh, God!” I gasped. “Really?””And I told you that they would feel even better if a man touched them.””Oh, then I’ll probably cum!””You might, or you might beg to.”She let go, and I wobbled a bit on my heels. She told me I should letsome men feel my breasts, if they were so interested in them, as it wouldmake her, and them, happy. That was really important, I thought, to makeother people happy. But, she warned me, it wasn’t fair that I should bethe only one feeling good, and if the man wanted more I should probablygive him a blow job. That way they would never find out that I wasreally a man in disguise.Bella went back to college. Liz was so happy with all the things I wasdoing for her that she let me stay in the house, at Bella’s insistence.Once or twice it really frustrated me that I never got close to the womanI loved, but most of the time I was really happy because she was reallyhappy. She always thanked me for her breakfast, dinner, and the drinks Ibrought her, and for the fact that I kept her house so well. She didn’thave to do anything so could just stay out late or away and know thateverything was being looked after.I had to buy my first Double D bra. I couldn’t believe how huge my titswere, and neither could any guy that saw me. It was one of the salesguys who eventually copped a feel, trapping me in the corridor to thetoilets at a hotel where all the office was getting drunk. We flirted abit and then he stroked the side of my face and down onto my up-thrustchest. My knees almost went immediately and I grabbed his hand to mereflexively. I moaned as gently as I could as he plastered his mouthover mine and carried on groping me. I felt really guilty that I wasalmost having orgasms, so I pulled him into a stall and took out his nowraging cock. He wanted to put it in me, but I managed pendik escort to stop himfeeling for my crotch just in time! I dropped to my knees making itimpossible for him to reach me there and, bracing myself, I took his cockinto my mouth.It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Of course I didn’t want toput his cock in my mouth, but it did seem to be the only way to keep hishands away from discovering my secret, whilst paying him back for thepleasure he’d given me and relieving him of his horniness. If anything,it was also far less homosexual than letting him anywhere near my ass!I wasn’t very good at it, probably, but I remembered what I liked andtried to mimic that, whilst also listening in to every instruction andresponse he gave. The key was making him happy. That made me feel good.By the end I must have been getting it exactly right for him, and thenthe strangest thing happened. I felt him jerk and twitch and pull myhead in to his crotch, his cock jammed into my mouth, and suddenly I hadto swallow spurts of his jism because there was nowhere else for it togo. And I came! I had an orgasm that ran right through me and I couldfeel my sleepy little penis pulsing and dribbling into my panties. Ihadn’t had an orgasm in so long you can’t imagine how wonderful it felt!I wanted guys to feel my chest, and I wanted to have orgasms, so I didn’tmind news getting around the office somehow, causing all the single guysto start asking me out for lunch or a coffee and then driving mesomewhere private. Some of them were really nice, asking me out fordinner and stuff, but I didn’t like them in that way!I went for a check-up with Dr. Woodforde and he asked me when I wanted toschedule my final surgery, as I’d spent a year as a woman already. Iguessed he meant the SRS which showed that I was still fooling him intothinking that I actually wanted to be a woman. Bella would be happy withthat!I mentioned it to her when I spoke to her, and she said she’d let DrWoodforde in on the joke. I also mentioned about the guys in work andhow some of them were becoming regulars, and they were trying harder andharder to get into my panties. She asked whether it wouldn’t be betterto get my bits removed rather than have them found, but I didn’t reallywant that, though it had a certain logic. Bella seemed a littlefrustrated by my reluctance, but I was a man, and she was happy withthat.She came down to visit, at Liz’s invitation, and Liz asked me to preparea dinner for four. Bella told me she was having Dr. Woodforde overagain. So I worked hard on the dinner, buying in special portions ofeverything to make my favourite courses four times over and reallylooking forward to the delicious meal as I tasted it throughout theevening. I couldn’t wait to get out of my uniform and into my dress andheels to eat it!Finally Dr. Woodforde arrived, and I let him in and another man in asuit, who handed me his coat and a bottle of wine before thanking me andfollowing Dr. Woodforde into the living room. I had no idea who thisother man was, some friend of the doctor’s, but I put his coat on thestand and took the bottle through into the kitchen. Just as I waswrapping up the roast and the pudding was ready on the side to go in theover, as I was about to head upstairs for a quick change, Liz entered thekitchen with the new guy.”Mistress Elizabeth?” I waited.”Missy, allow me to introduce Ben.”He reached out his hand, and I took it and curtsied slightly. “Wow! Soformal,” he observed.Liz took his hand back and held it close to her body. “Missy is verywell trained, and she’s a complete Godsend around the house. Missy,” sheaddressed me as she put her other hand on Ben’s upper arm and leaned intohis shoulder, “Can you just serve us until you’ve put the pudding in, andthen you can take the evening off and go somewhere. From that dress onyour bed it looks like you were hoping to!””Yes, Mistress Elizabeth.”I was in a rage, so confused, it looked like Liz was with another man andright in front of me! What on Earth was she playing at? She had meright here, and she was not only treating me like I didn’t exist, she wastreating me like I hadn’t existed for months! I spited her as I servedthe wine and starters, not looking at her or smiling at her thanks. Iprepped the main course, retrieved the starter crockery and cutlery,putting it away in the dishwasher, and served another round of wines.Then I served the main, ignoring Liz all the while, after which I put thepudding into the oven to bake and took the ice-cream out of the freezerto thaw slightly. One final round of refills and I silently took myleave, heading up to my room where I decided that going out and gettingdrunk would be a great thing to do.Bella slipped into my room as I was applying my makeup and changing myearrings to hoops.”You look sexy!” she commented, looking over my shoulder. “That littleblack dress suits you.”I shook my hair out around my earrings, letting it settle down my backand over my shoulders. “Thank you, Bella.” I smiled. I didn’t have tocall her Mistress when I was out of uniform.”Are you upset about Ben?” she asked, getting straight to the point.”Of course,” I stated, not offering anything else.”Why don’t you take a holiday and come stay with me for the last fewweeks of college?” she asked. It seemed like a good idea, to get away,so I nodded after a moment’s thought. “Great, I’ll let Mum know. You gohave a great time!”But I didn’t. I was alone, so I drank a lot. Then I danced a lot. Thena group of boys danced with me and made me feel so amazing as theysqueezed against me and groped in the dim light that a bouncer had tocome and ask us to calm down. So two of the boys helped me outside intoa back alley where I went down on one but the other got his hand under mydress and into my panties. The next thing I knew I was roughly thrownagainst a wall, got a stinging blow across my face which made me crumpledown to the floor, and then got spat at while being called a sissyfaggot.I cried my way home, but there was no pain. Not until the next morningas the anaesthetising alcohol wore off. Suddenly I had a huge headache,a stinging under my left eye, and a feeling of complete humiliation anddisgust with myself. Bad that as a man I couldn’t defend myself againsttwo youths. Worse, I had been going down on one in anticipation of myown pleasure, doing it for my own self-satisfaction. Worst, they hadfound me out and outed me, loudly, to whatever public there was. Thatwas utterly humiliating, magnified through the lens of a hangover.Bella was so lovely to pack me a bag and help me to her car. As shedrove I told her the whole story, at least three times. I also went overthe whole Ben situation that had got me into trouble in the first place. Bella sympathised with me, putting her hand on my arm or on my knee.”You do know that Ben stayed last night, don’t you?””What, in the guest room?””No.”Finally the realisation dripped into my brain that my guest room questionhad been entirely naive. I looked at Bella in shock. “She slept withanother man?””I guess she’s allowed to.” Bella shrugged. “She invited David and I todinner to let us know that she and Ben were engaged.””To be married?” I gasped. “What about me?””I’m not sure what’s going on there.” She admitted. “You know I onlycome home on occasion, while you’re always there. Have you and Liz beenintimate since the last time we spoke?””No, I don’t see her in work, and when she’s home I look after her andthe house, before collapsing into bed after a really early morning and alate day. But usually she isn’t home.””So you’re not intimate, not even really a couple, and she’s let someoneelse into her life. How does that feel?””Awful. Horrible. Like she’s kicking me in the gut.”Bella smiled to herself. “So are you going to leave her?””Of course I…” Then I stopped to think for a moment. “She’s my boss,so she could fire me, and she’s giving me board and lodging. If I lefther…””You’d have nothing,” Bella finished my thought.”So I have to win her back!” I determined. “But how?””Well, there’re two ways to do that.””What are they?” I asked, intrigued.”You could get her to notice you again, win her round, get her to leaveBen…””But?””But that hasn’t been working so far, has it?””No, I guess not, but I’ve no idea why! I thought I was making yourmother happy!””So that leaves the second way.””Which is…?””Get Ben to leave her.”Bella was so logical, and so clever. If she wouldn’t leave Ben, Ben hadto leave her. Simple. I smiled happily. Then…”How?””The way all men leave their women, they find another one.”Bella went through the situation with me in her apartment. If Lizmarried Ben she would move in with him and sell the house. I would loseher and have nowhere to live. At the very least I needed to stop herfrom moving in with Ben even if I couldn’t win her back, just to remainclose to her and in with a chance in the future. Then she asked me aboutmen, and I told her some stories with relish! Except till I got to thelast one, last night. That made me stop and think.Bella was thoughtful too. “What if…” she said slowly, “what if youwere the other woman?””Other woman? What do you mean? For what?””Let me ask you something before I answer that, do you really thinkyou’ll get back together with my mother now?”I sighed. “I guess not. She’s ruined much chance of that.””So, what if you were the other woman that Ben left my mother for? Howclever would that be? Think about it, you get revenge on her forsleeping with another guy, and you split them up!”I did think about it for a moment, with a sort of smile. “But he’d findout I’m a guy so he wouldn’t actually sleep with another woman, and he’dprobably beat me up the moment he found out, then marry Liz.” I lost mysmile.”Hmm,” Bella smiled slyly, “but not if you hid the fact you were a guy,and appeared to be a complete woman.” She came closer to me as myconfusion set in. “Why don’t I relax you a little while you think aboutit?”Bella drove me over to the clinic. She’d asked Dr. Woodforde to fax upthe consent forms and all the necessary paperwork and the clinic washappy to proceed with the surgery almost as though they’d had it bookedin. I was mad at Liz and Ben, and realised that having my disguise as awoman completed would enable me never to have to go through any dangerousor humiliating discovery scenes again, as well as giving me the tools andpower to split the two of them apart. I signed all the forms which Bellaput in front of me, then proceeded into surgery ready to put the finalpart of the plan into place.When I awoke I couldn’t speak, and my entire body was in plaster frombelow my armpits to the tops of my thighs. My neck was bandaged too, andcompletely numb. I was in severe pain for days, especially in my crotch,and especially when a nurse came in and pushed a greased, glass stentinto the crack in between my legs. I stayed in the bed for a week, beingmoved only for bathing. Bella came in daily to visit with me and changemy CDs, and the relaxing sounds and scripts she put on them really helpedwith the pain and the boredom. Soon the stent was less painful andbecame something I looked forward to in order to break up the monotony ofthe day, no matter how uncomfortable.The cast came off and was replaced with tight bandaging. Bella wasallowed to take me back to her apartment to recuperate and I was allowedto start speaking again. It wasn’t long before I noticed my voice washigher, and not just because I was used to talking higher, but becausenow I couldn’t pitch it lower! Bella explained that the cast was becauseI’d had two lower ribs removed, to make my waist look trimmer, but they’dalso done complete liposuction on it, making it appear tiny, andrelocated all the fat into my hips and ass to give me a truly curvaceousfigure.She enjoyed dilating me regularly. She would relax me as she was doingit which made it feel less uncomfortable, and sometimes I would zone outcompletely. Being dilated moved from something I looked forward to intosomething I enjoyed and soon it became something I wanted! Sometimes Iwould rouse from my relaxation to find Bella fondling my breasts as shemoved the bigger and bigger stents in and out, and I would startsquealing helplessly in orgasm as the sensual pleasure became too great.Finally the bandages were removed, the stitches appeared to have healed,and Bella coaxed me up and around, getting me dressed and back outsidefor walks and shopping trips. My tits were impressive, my waist was sosexily tight, but my ass was a work of art, rounded and grabbable, with atop looking like you could keep trophies on it like a mantelpiece. WhenI looked at myself I got horny.I did have to dilate myself a few times when Bella was at classes, but itdidn’t feel like when she did it, just an uncomfortable, necessary job.I tried fondling my big tits at the same time, and it felt nice, but notspectacular. When I was alone, looking at myself in the mirror, gettinghorny, I kinda wanted to find a guy and give him a blow job. When Icaught myself thinking that I got embarrassed. I wasn’t gay! But it wasa tempting thought to have an orgasm to relieve this horniness.Bella took me out with her in the last week before her holidays. I wasstill not fully recovered from the surgeries but kadıköy escort she thought I’d enjoygetting out. We went to the student bars and parties, where sheintroduced me to all her friends as her older sister, Missy. She neversaid how much older and none of the boys ever asked.Bella told me I should take the opportunity to practise what I would bedoing with Ben, so I flirted with a number of her male friends just tofind out what worked and what didn’t. Then when I found out what worked,it usually led gradually to just one thing. I discovered that any guy’shand touching my butt turned me on, and if a guy patted my butt or lefthis hand there I would get really horny.At first I hated the contact and wanted to slap the hands away but Iquickly found out that I couldn’t. Simply couldn’t. If I wiggled mybutt to try to shake the hand off the guy would just think I wanted himto stroke it, and my horniness would grow. Being horny made me want torelieve it the only way I knew how, which was giving a blow job. Ihadn’t found any other way. Before giving a blow job I was used tohaving my tits played with, and the moment a guy started stroking them orfondling them I was almost unable to stand from the pleasure runningthrough my body. They gave me so much pleasure I just had to make themhappy in return otherwise it wasn’t fair. Sometimes my relationship witha guy ended with a blow-job in the toilets or outside in the garden whereI would gasp in relief as I swallowed his cum and my orgasm overtook me. Sometimes the brief relationship didn’t stop there, but continued on backat Bella’s place or the guy’s.The first time this happened I was desperate but still reluctant. ButBella had told me that I needed to practise fully being a woman, becausethat was what I would have to do with Ben. So it was a guy called Simonwho took me outside the bar and into a back alley where he turned mearound whilst holding my breasts and then bent me over to lean on thebars of a fire escape. Because he was still feeling up my left tit Ididn’t even notice what he was doing with his right hand until it wasalready against my bare backside (I was wearing a g-string under myminiskirt) and I got as horny as I was pleasured. When the string wasslipped aside by his finger I couldn’t care what he did to me. When hiscock slowly entered my slick cunt I started seeing fireworks.I have no idea what he did as the first orgasm rose and then hit me, andfrom then on I couldn’t tell the difference between when I was just aboutto orgasm and when I just had orgasmed. I think he put his hand over mymouth to stop me screaming. I know he came buckets inside me because ashe pulled out of me and I came down from my high, great globs of thesticky liquid began running down my legs. I could barely breathe, and mylegs were shaking, so dripping cum was the last thing on my mind. As Istayed bent over there, he goosed me, trying to rouse me, and I squealed,but with delight. I turned and smiled at him and he helped me up andheld my hand back to the building. I needed it to keep me steady until Igot to the toilets. By the time I got back to Bella, Simon was gone.But Peter was there.Later that week Jack was the first to escort me back to Bella’sapartment, where we might have kept her awake, but she was smiling to methe next morning, so I felt good. That week Bella had me practising alot, not just with her friends at parties where it was easy to flirt, butalso challenged me to pick up guys in shops, in the street, in parks. Itried to be choosy, because it was difficult for me to approach someoneof the same sex as me, regardless of how I looked, but the moment a guyshowed interest I started to imagine him inside me, preferably frombehind where I couldn’t see him.I picked up a lot of guys that week, looking forward to what they woulddo to me, and loving it when they did but I did feel really dirty andhumiliated at the same time, especially right before and straight aftermeeting a guy. Bella was understanding. Of course I would feelhumiliated, because I was a guy, being fucked by other guys, but it wasonly until I could get her mother back.At the end of the week I went home with Bella. She sent me up to my roomand when Liz came back she talked to her for a long time before I got tosee her. Finally she came to my room. Wow, she looked stunninglybeautiful. But as she saw me she got a really glazed look in her eyes.”Hi, Missy!” she said dreamily. “How was your time away with yoursister?”My sister? Bella? What was Liz thinking? Fine that she called meMissy, it was her idea after all, but why was she pretending I wasBella’s sister? It wasn’t possible that a now thirty five year old womancould have given birth to a now twenty five year old man, and nobodywould believe it.”Well, I, er, yes, I had a good time.””Excellent.” She came to me and hugged me. It wasn’t anything but amotherly hug. There was love in it, but gentle love, not passionatelove. I felt weird as I hugged her back. “I hope you’re ready for theweekend?” She asked as she pulled back slightly, still holding my hands.”The weekend?””Yes! Don’t worry, Bella will help you out with everything. I can’twait to see you both there!”I reeled in confusion for the next two days. I tried to get anything outof Bella as we shopped a lot. “Hey,” I said to Bella as we were shoppingfor specific pink bras that she wanted, “have my boobs grown again?””It looks like it.” She smiled as the assistant handed me an E cup bra. “Can you imagine how they will feel with Ben’s hands on them?”I couldn’t avoid the picture and suddenly my knees went weak as a thrillran through me. “Oh Gosh!” I exclaimed, and both Bella and theassistant smiled at me.The next morning was Saturday and I woke up to a whirlwind of activity.Ben wasn’t in the house, but Bella and Liz seemed to be going crazy.Liz’s mum was there.”You’re Missy, right?” she said to me. She lived in France so Liz didn’tsee her very often. I nodded and she grabbed me up in a great big hug.”Oh, it’s so wonderful to meet you! My new granddaughter! I heard allabout the adoption! It must be so good for you to have a family, andBella and Liz can’t stop talking about you! Even Ben can’t wait tobecome your father.”Bella raced into my room. “Bella, what the hell is going on?””No time! Get into your new underwear already. Carly is waiting forus!”Carly was a beautician, and the next thing I knew Bella and I were satside by side having our hair teased and curled, stray eyebrow hairsplucked, eyelashes curled, and makeup plastered over our faces until Icould barely crack a smile. Bella had her hair teased up onto her head,mine was left bouncing and flowing down my back.”Right,” called Carly, “go get into your dresses, girls, it’s nearlytime.”As I left the front room I caught a glimpse of Liz in the dining room,with Jess, Carly’s boss, putting the finishing touches to a fabulousupdo. Liz stood and turned and I saw her looking stunningly beautiful inher white, lacy underwear, her pert, B cup breasts standing out proudlyon her svelte, fit body, loose curls artfully falling around her face.I gasped in appreciation before Bella dragged me strongly upstairs, toher room, and to two pink, satin dresses. She took one, with the longskirt, shoulders and a plunging back, and helped me into mine, with ashort skirt, no shoulders, and a bodice that lifted my large tits, andtightened over them when Bella zipped me up behind. Bella’s was like aball dress, mine like a mini cocktail dress. She gave us both pink,platform pumps with huge heels, and hid hers neatly under the skirt ofher dress. She looked so tall and elegant. She pulled me down thestairs and out to a waiting car and we headed off.”What is going on, Bella?” I asked in the car. “We look likebridesmaids!”She smiled at me slyly. “That’s what we are. Bridesmaids.”A wedding? That’s what this fuss was about? “And your mother, is shethe maid of honour or something?””Our mother, s*s’, is the bride.””What?! With Ben?””Of course.””But I’m supposed to stop all that. That’s what this is all about, isn’tit?””Not exactly, my darling Christopher.” It was the first time anyone hadcalled me that in a long time and it didn’t feel like my name anymore.”This is about you being as close as possible to my mother so that youcan watch as she marries a decent man, and your heart gets torn out as hesteals her away from you completely. She, of course, finally gets adecent life instead of just getting fucked as someone’s mistress.””Bella! You set me up?” I yelled as the explanation sank in.”Yup, I used your little hypnosis tricks and a gentle hypnotic d**g toget control of you both. They say you can’t get someone to do somethingthey don’t want under hypnosis, but I just had to find all the rightincentives. I played you both off against each other to get you where Iwanted you. As I got deeper control it became simpler, and I got betterat it. You have all sorts of lovely triggers inside you now.””You turned me into a woman?””I think you’ll find that you did. I just helped you choose the path.The tits are still special. They’re silly string, or something, and theydon’t stop growing. All the biggest names in big boob entertainment havethem, though they’re banned now. You either need to visit a doctor oncea month to keep them to size, or replace them with normal implants.””I’ll just get them cut off!””That will cost, and you don’t have any money. Plus I really think thatyou won’t want to. After all, they simply feel too good!” She said asshe reached across to squeeze them, and I gasped as the thrill ranthrough me and my nipples grew erect. “I think you like them!” Shegrinned nastily. “I programmed you to love any sexual physical contact,especially with men. You might not like them as boyfriends, but youcan’t resist them as partners. You’re simply a slut. My slutty sister.””I’m not your sister and I never will be!” I cried out in the back of thecar, perhaps fortunate that our driver had a partition. “When this carstops I’m getting out and leaving.”She gave me a sideways glance and a raised eyebrow. “I won’t stop you.I can make Mum forget you as easily as I made her think you weredifferent people as you changed. But you might realise that you have afree home, and a job, which will go if you disappear. My David, yourDoctor, will organise keeping your boobs at that size you have now if youstay. That is, as long as you’re a good girl. Then eventually you’ll beable to afford to change to normal implants. I’m sure by then you won’tbe considering a double mastectomy anymore.”My frustration caused tears to well up in my eyes. “Now, now,” soothedBella, reaching for a tissue to dab my eyes, “we can’t have that, yourmakeup will run!””I can’t believe what you’ve done to me!” I wailed.”I couldn’t believe what you were doing to two families,” she repliedcalmly. “Perhaps after the wedding you will understand.”And so I went through with the wedding. Bella was chief bridesmaid, andLiz’s best friend was her maid of honour. Ben looked more dashing than Ithink I ever did in a wedding suit. He became my father, apparentlysigning an adoption certificate as well as the wedding certificate. Iwondered how I could be adopted at my age, but apparently I’d signed aconsent form. Nobody had tried to pass me off as under eighteen. As mynew ‘Dad’, Ben was unlikely to do anything with me. Oh, I was sure thatsome men would, but they were few and far between.While Liz and Ben were on their honeymoon, Bella looked after me. Shewas nice sometimes, as long as I wasn’t fighting her. She took me out alot, and made sure I became well known in the local area. She alwayslooked after me and made sure I didn’t get into the wrong crowds, andthat I always made it home. Eventually. Dr. Woodforde implanted somelong term hormones, to replace the pills I’d been taking, ever sinceBella told me they were slimming pills. That was a joke.I think I got used to sex, but not to men. There were a couple thatwanted more than just a blow-job. A couple out of hundreds. All thewhile I was living with my ex-girlfriend, watching her go to bed everynight with another man. Another man who occasionally glanced at my tits,but never went to touch them, no matter how much I wished he would. Oh,and Dr. Woodforde kept them in trim too. I had to pay – a large portionof my secretary’s pay – as it was a private service, but he regularlydrained the ‘serum’ and kept my breasts at a reasonably bearable E cup.At least I had my job, still a PA in Liz’s office, and eventually, aftermonths of working hard, her PA again. Of course, I found out before therest of the office did that she was getting a promotion. Due to notwanting to be accused of favouritism, she couldn’t take me with her tothe floor above. Oh, well, I was working my way back to becoming amanager again anyway. I couldn’t stay as a secretary forever. I justneeded my new boss to sponsor me along the path with some free time andtraining courses so that I could earn my qualifications back. Then themoney might help me get a place of my own and away from this hell.So it was exciting to find out who Liz and her bosses had chosen tobecome my new boss. I tapped on the office door first thing on theMonday morning. A bright, female voice invited me in. I opened thedoor.”Are you just going to stand there gaping, girl? You must be Missy?I’ve been so looking forward to meeting you. Liz has told me all aboutyou.” She came around her desk offering her hand. “I’m Kathy. But youprobably already knew that.”

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