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Always Put the Seat Down
by Judy Pines
I heard the front door open and knew it was Deborah back from her shopping trip. I didn't say much since we had had a fight that morning before she left, and felt I had better-let sleeping dogs lie. The fight itself was over an age-old theme between men and women, leaving the toilet seat up. I always left it up and Deborah was constantly telling me to put it down. As I sat in my chair reading the newspaper, Deborah approached and dropped a bag from Wal-Mart on my lap. I asked what this was. And she simply told me to open it. I did, and inside I found three packages of Hanes Her Way Hi Cut Panties. I looked up at her with a questioning look on my face. Deborah smiled and said she had come upon a plan to cure me of leaving the toilet seat up. I was to be wear women's panties full time, and since they did not have a front fly I would have to lower my panties and sit to pee, therefore never lifting the seat. I looked at her as if she was crazy, and she glared back, it was either her way or the highway, and if I truly loved her I would accept Her rules.
Well I did love her and didn't want to separate so I agreed. She smiled and told me to bring my panties into the bedroom. She came in with plastic garbage, and told me to empty my men's briefs into the bag. Deborah told me that she intended to throw them out since I would never wear them again. I did what she asked and when I was finished I opened the packages of panties and place them in the draw. She then looked at me and smiled, and said I was forgetting one more pair. She told me to remove my pants and take off the jockeys I was wearing and throw them in the garbage also. I complied, and she then reached inside my underwear draw and took out a pair of panties. She showed me how to tell front from back, and then handed them to me. I slowly stepped into them and pulled them up my legs. Once on, she adjusted the waste band and stood back to look at how they fit. Deborah smiled and told me how cute I looked in panties, and how I should leave my pants off and spend the day around the house just with my shirt and panties on.
I felt strange wearing women's underwear, but every time Deborah past me she would rub my behind and smile. The rest of the day went find and every time I had to pee Deborah would follow me and instruct me to lower my panties, sit down, and tuck my penis between my legs and pee. She smiled and handed me a toilet tissue to wipe the tip of my penis, so as not stain my panties. As the day progressed, Deborah fondled me every chance she got until we ended up in bed. She left my panties on until I satisfied her and lowered them to give the best blowjob I ever had. As we lied there afterward I told her if I knew how good sex was wearing panties I would have started long ago.
As the weeks pasted I became more accustom to wearing panties, and to Deborah's delight I never even touched the toilet seat at all. She did have one complain, and that was that I was leaving urine stains in the front of my panties, and not wiping the tip of my penis adequately. So one day when we were out shopping Deborah bought me a box of panty shields to solve the problem. As soon as we got home she had be remove my pants and panties and showed me how to apply my panty shield. This seemed to solve the problem and everything was fine until we visited her friends Michelle and Barbara.
Michelle and Barbara were a lesbian couple who Deborah had been friends with since college. The evening was quite enjoyable, and I was really turned on by their frank discussion of their sex life. At one point I had to use the bathroom and in my hast to rejoin the conversation I forgot to lower my panties and without thinking raised the seat, and proceed to urinate standing. I adjusted my panties when I was through and hurried back to the group as not to miss anything. A little later Barbara excused herself and went to the bathroom. When she returned, she made a comment that it had been a long time since a man had used their toilet and left the seat up. If looks could kill, Deborah's would have done me in right there. As it was, nothing more was said and the evening progressed, until it was time to leave. As we got up to say goodbye, Deborah asked me to apologize for my behavior leaving the seat up. Michelle said there was no need, that men didn't know any better. Deborah replied that I should have. She then went on to explain about my panty training and how up to now she was pleased with the result. Barbara offered a story about a friend who had the same trouble with he husband, and had also panty trained him. When he made a mistake her friend would punish him for one week, by requiring him to wear women's slacks, the ones that either zipped in back or up the side, This way he had a double reminder when he used the toilet. She went on to say that this was very effective since he was embarrassed in public if anyone noticed.
The ride home was quite, she drove and stared out the windshield and never once looked at me. As we entered the house, I finally turned to her and mumbled, "I'm sorry!" She looked at me and I knew it was not enough. Finally I said," If you want me to wear women's slacks like Barbara had suggested, I would." She turned to me and said, " You think that will do it. You embarrassed me in front of my friends, and you think wearing women's slacks will make it OK?" " Go sleep in the den, I don't want you in my sight right now." It was a lonely night in the den and I hardly slept a wink. The next morning the silent treatment was still on, then after breakfast she asked me to follow her into the den.
Once she was seated in the den she asked that I remain standing, and not to look her in the eye. I stood with my head down as she started to speak. " I was really embarrassed last night and have done a lot of thinking about the situation. I am tired of having you disobeying me and not complying with my wishes. I have tried to train you to be more attentive to a woman's needs, but you seem to be engrossed in what you want first. Please take off your clothes down to your panties" I did as she requested and stood before her in my panties with my head down. " Do you want to continue being with me or would you rather we separate?" "No, I want to be with you" I responded. "Well if you truly mean that we are going to have to make some changes around here." She started. First from now on you will wear women's slacks as you offered last night. Around the house you will wear slack that either zipper in back or on the side as Barbara suggested. At times you will wear Capri pants with an appropriate top. Since your legs and arms will show you will submit to a full body wax as part of you punishment. This will also help to remind you of what women have to go threw to maintain their feminine appeal. This way you will always be reminded of our needs first and stop putting your macho male expectations up front. I know the reason you hurried back last night from the toilet was for the sexual excitement of the conversation. A woman would have taken her time and put the needs of others first. That included leaving the toilet as you found it.
In addition to the full body wax, I will allow you to wear slacks that are man tailored in public. I know how your male macho ego will be bruised if others think your different. So to ensure that you will not embarrass me when wearing slack with a front zipper, you will wear pantyhose as a reminder to sit like a lady and pee. If you do not agree to these terms you may leave now."
I just stood there with my head and eyes down, and said ok. " I can't hear you she said. I again said louder OK. Find she replied now go get my phone book. I did as she asked and returned with her personal phone book. She opened it and found the name of her hairdresser and told me to get the phone. When I returned she had dial the salon and ask for Angela .She told me to make an appointment for a complete body wax the sooner the better, and mention to Angela that this was part of my punishment. After explaining to Angela what I wanted as luck would have it she had an opening that afternoon at 2PM. She told me to ask Deborah for the appropriate panty to wear in order to have access to my bikini line. Deborah told me that my Hanes were all I need. The rest of the morning I sat in the den, as Deborah didn't want me near her until it was time to leave for the appointment.
At about 1:30 she came into the den with some clothes for me to wear, a pair of black slacks with side zipper and a red tank top. I was worried about wearing these in public, but at this point I did not want to question her at all. I put them on as well as a pair of her sandals and walked to the car with her. During the ride I was reminded not to embarrass her and comply with all instructions Angela gave me with out question. We arrived at the salon and I was taken to the waxing room and told to remove my clothes down to my underwear. I did and once again stood alone wearing just my panties. Angela came into the room and asked me to lie face down on the table. As I lied there Angela began getting everything ready for my waxing. She asked if I had ever been waxed before and I told no. She told me to relax and she would try to make it as painless as possible. She then took hold of the leg openings of my panties and pulled them back into the crack in my behind. She explained that this way she would have access to by rear, as she had to remove the hair there also. Soon I felt a warm liquid spread on my back, which quickly cooled, then without warning she pulled the strip back in one motion. I bit my lip so as no to make a scene. When she was finished with my back she had me turn over and precede to work on my chest, lower abdomen, and my legs. As she finished my legs Deborah came into the room and asked if I had been any trouble. Angela told her that I had been a complete angel and a delight to work on. She then asked Deborah if she wanted the public hair removed also. Deborah told her yes as my eyes widen. She looked at me and said "you brought this upon yourself so don't complain. As Angela started to remove my panties, my penis, which had come erect, spring to attention. Angela said nothing and reached into a draw to remove a condom and a tampon. She told Deborah that some men had a problem during this procedure and it was better to take corrective measures before hand. Deborah agreed and told me to lie still as Angela rolled the condom half way down my penis. She then took my legs and spread them and placed my feet in the stirrups located on the end of the table. She asked Deborah to hold the tampon as she got the Vaseline. Deborah smiled at me and remarked that this would be a good lesson for me to learn, so I would be more in tune with what women had to endure. Angela opened the Vaseline jar and then the tampon. She dipped it into the Vaseline and lowered it to my rectum. I started to tense up and both of them told me to relax. Deborah held my hand and rubbed my tummy as Angela slowly inserted the tampon in my rear. Once inserted she pushed the plunger, and seated the tampon. Deborah remarked that I should reach down and feel the string.
As I waited to have my public hair shaved, I could not get over the strange sensation of having my rear filled with a tampon. I could feel my penis twitch, but I fought back the approaching orgasm. Angela first used an electric clipper to remove the long hairs down to less then a quarter inch. Next she lathered me up with warm shaving cream and began to run a razor through what was left of my public hair. She pulled my scrotum taught so as to be able to remove any stubble there and between my legs. Finally she ran the razor up and down my shaft, it was here that I lost it and filled the condom with my sticky fluid. Deborah looked at Angela, and remarked that men had no self-control and she was sorry for the mess. Angela told her not worry as she removed the now filled condom and wiped my now hairless public region, removing any left over shaving cream and my spent fluid. She did remark that some of her clients had their husbands "fixed" to avoid these problems, one in fact had her husband's penis and testicles removed, and formed the region into a Virginia. She said he looked so cute in his panties and stretch pants fit so much better it was wonder more wives didn't take their husbands to a doctor for such treatment. Deborah agreed and commented that she would like to do something about my uncontrollable penis, since it was becoming an embarrassment to her.
Finally we were finished and I was allowed to get dressed. As I was pulling the zipper up on my slacks Deborah informed me that Angela had free time in an hour to give my hair a trim. In the meantime she had arrange for me to have my nails done as I waited for Angela. The nail girl filed my nails and painted them with clear nail polish. She also did my toes but covered them with red nail polish. I looked a Deborah and she smiled and said only she would see them at home since during the day I would wear my regular shoes. Besides she said they looked kind of cute. When Angela was ready for me I was taken back to shampoo sink and had by hair washed. Once I was in Angela's chair she placed a cape around my neck and began to comb my hair with a center part. Then she cut the ends to even them up, and shaved the hair on the back of my neck. Once done she blow-dried my hair in its normal side part. She told Deborah to let my hair grow and at night and on weekends make sure I parted it in the center, this way she could watch the growth and bring me back for my next trim at the appropriate time.
On the ride home Deborah was once again quite, so I said " a penny for your thoughts". She looked at me and sighed, I know you tried to be good at the salon but when you erupted in to your condom I realized you have no control at all. I looked at her and tried to explain, but she cut me off telling that she would ask her doctor for a solution to the problem. I decided to let it go at that.
When we arrived home, Deborah told me to remove my slacks and meet her in the bathroom. I complied and soon walked into the bathroom wearing only my panties and a tank top. She had a chair set up in the center of the floor and asked me to sit down. I did as I was told and she fastened a cape around my neck. She wet my hair and proceeded to once again blow-dry it with a center part. As she worked she told me that except for my sticky discharge incident, she was pleased with how I behaved at the salon. As she combed and dried my hair she mentioned that I should sit up and keep my knees together. "It looks so much more civilized", so I want you to practice this when ever you are seated." When she was finished with my hair, she told me that since my legs look so good hairless that I was not to wear pants the rest of the day. As I got up she handed me another pair of sandels with a 1inch heel.
This was how I spent the day, and once again she didn't miss a chance to rub my butt, or fondle me. At bedtime she place on the bed a pair of tap pants and matching tank top for me to wear to sleep. She also said it was time to remove my tampon but first we had wonderful sex, with me having a mind blowing organism, enhanced by the tampon in my rear. Before we fell off to sleep she showed me how to remove it. I asked if I could have her insert one each time we made love. She smiled and told me I would soon tire of it, but yes if I wanted it she would, as long as I behaved.
The next day was Sunday, and as I had agreed I wore red Capri pants with back zip and a white tank top. On my feet were the 1-inch sandels I had worn the day before, and my hair was parted down the center. That afternoon the doorbell rang, Barbara and Michelle showed up for a surprise visit. I was a little embarrassed because of the way I was dressed, but they soon put me at ease. Deborah told them all about my punishment and my visit to the salon. Michelle thought I looked great and hoped that I would behave myself so as not to be punished in the future. Barbara wanted to know if my public hair was shaved and Deborah lowered my zipper and pulled my pants and panties down just a little to show them. Barbara mentioned to Michelle that she should have her pubic hairs shaved because her bush was becoming unsightly. Deborah suggested we shave her right her in our house. Michelle was hastent, but Barbara pushed her and she finally agreed.
Deborah told me to go into the bedroom and lay a towel on the bed and fill a bowel with warm water. As I finished Michelle walked into the bedroom and smiled at me. She asked that I help her with the zipper on her dress, and I did. She began to remove it and I thought it would be better if I left the room. Michelle asked me where I was going, and told me there was no need for me to leave the room. At that point Barbara and Deborah entered holding a tray with a small towel covering the razors. Deborah instructed me to help Michelle ready herself for her shave. As I helped Michelle center herself on the towel, Deborah and Barbara spread her legs apart and secured them to the corners of the bed. The whole scene had such an effect on me that a wet spot developed on from of my Capri's. As Deborah started to shave Michelle, Barbara looked at me and elbowed Deborah. When she saw the wet spot, she rolled her eyes and told be to get a fresh pair of panties and her black Capri pants. When I returned, they were still shaving Michelle and I was told to remove my pants and panties, and stand in the corner. I did as I was told, as Barbara approached me with a hand towel and started to rub my penis. She remarked it had been a long time since she had done this, and that men were such a bore since a little rubbing made them happy. As I climaxed, Barbara wiped me clean, picked up my panties placed a panty liner in them and told me to get dressed. After I finished dressing, I stood there while they finished shaving Michelle. I was told to wipe her clean and help her dress. Afterwards we were to meet them in the living room, and oh yes Deborah remarked, " Try to keep your panties dry". As I wiped Michelle she looked at me and asked if I liked the way I was being trained. I told her that I loved Deborah and wanted to make her happy. She said that before I could make her fully happy I would have to learn to control myself. I told her it was hard to do that with the things I was asked to do. Michelle whispered why don't you ask Deborah to take you to her doctor, after all if they could control my male urges it would be better for all concerned.
I asked what could the doctor do for me? " For one thing she could remove your testicles, which supply you body with testosterone". Once that was done you could take estrogen to calm you down and help you realize your full famine potential. I looked at her strange and she smiled and remarked that if I really wanted to please Deborah I would do it.
That night as we were going to bed I told Deborah what Michelle had said. She looked at me and said, " If you do that I would truly know you were devoted to me." I asked her if she really wanted me without my testicles, and she replied that she wouldn't mind if my whole front was made nice and flat. Nothing more was said and we drifted off to sleep. On Monday morning Deborah handed me panty hose and told me to put them on. Today I was going to wear woman's slacks, but with a zipper in front. She didn't want any wet stains on them, so the pantyhose would keep me smooth in front. I put a panty liner in my panties and then put on the panty hose. I was instructed to tuck my penis between my legs so no bulge would show. I wore a man tailored women's shirt, and no body seemed to notice anything different at the office. At home I changed into Capri and tank top, and wore the sandels Deborah had given me.
After one month I had to return to the beauty salon to be waxed again, and have the ends of my hair evened up. About a week later Deborah informed me that she had an appointment with her doctor for a check up, and asked if I wanted her to make me an appointment also. I asked her what for and she reminded me of our conversation concerning medical treatment to curb my male urges. I told her I wasn't ready for that, but she said I should go anyway to explore our options. With that it was set and the following Thursday we both visited her doctors office. I was wearing my weekday clothes including panties and pantyhose, women's slacks and shirt. Deborah was called in first and after 45 minutes I was lead into an examination room. Deborah was already there, and I was told to take off my clothes and put on an examination gown. Deborah helped me with the gown and as we finished the nurse walked in to prep me for my exam. I was told to lie down on the table, and my legs spread apart and feet in the stirrups. The nurse asked Deborah if I had trouble controlling myself, and Deborah responded yes. She then proceeded to place a condom on my penis and a tampon in my rectum. As I waited for the doctor Deborah held my hand and told me how proud she was of me for not making a fuse, and accepting the condom and the tampon.
The Doctor came in and she introduced herself and began my exam. As see proceed I became erect and they both looked at each other. The doctor told Deborah she saw what she meant when she said I have trouble controlling myself. She continued the exam and put on rubber gloves. After removing the tampon, she inserted two fingers in my rectum and I immediately ejaculated into the condom. At that point I was told to get dressed and to come to the doctor's office for a meeting. I walked in to the office and was told to sit as the doctor gave Deborah the options. The first was to remove the testicles and start female hormones, which would be the best way. If I did not agree to have my testicles removed she suggested a higher dose of hormones would be in order, however my body would change because of the hormones. I was not going to allow my castration so I opted for the hormone treatment. The Doctor wrote me a prescription and told us to come back in 60 days.
I started taking the pills and soon after things started to change. I became more relaxed, and my sex drive decreased. This made Deborah happy, even though my erections were far and few between. So we settled in, and every day I took my pills, dressed as before and continued working. I did notice that my breast were become very sensitive, and by slacks were fitting tighter across my hips. One morning as I came out of the shower Deborah pointed out that I was getting a pouch below my belly button like a women, and that my breast looked swollen. At our next visit to the doctor, she confirmed that I my breast was developing and that my waistline was higher like a women. She reminder me that she had told me the pills might do this. The Doctor recommends that I start wearing a bra, so my breast would not be so tender. Deborah was quite happy about this development and on the way home from the doctor we stopped at Victoria's Secret to by me my first bra.
As soon as we arrived home Deborah insisted that I try on my bra. After removing my shirt, she held out the straps and helped me fasten the bar around my back. I must admit it felt good to have my breast supported, and help with their sensitivity. Deborah then gave me one of her shirts to wear with darts to allow for my breast. That afternoon we headed for the beauty parlor for my regular appointment. Angela greeted us and immediately, noticed my bra and commented on how nice I was developing.
After washing my hair I was seated in Angela's styling chair, and she proceeded to comb my hair. I hadn't realized it but it had become quite long and was now well below my ears. Deborah asked Angela for some suggestions for a new style for me. Angela suggested a cute little Bob that could be combed to the side for every day and left with bangs for the weekend. I was about to protest when Deborah smiled and told her to do it. She looked sternly at me and I decide not to say anything. As Angela proceeded she once again evened out the sides and the back, and then proceed to comb my bangs over my eyes. She told me to close my eyes as I felt the cold steel of the scissors on my far head and heard the blades cut my hair. When I opened my eyes I had bangs that came down just above my eyebrows. Next she blow dried my hair, and then had me tuck my chin down as she applied shaving cream to the back of my neck. With a sharp razor she began to shave the hair on my neck. When she was done I saw myself in the mirror for the first time. My hair was curled under all around and in front my bangs were curled under also.
On the way home we stopped at Barbara and Michelle's house to show them my new hairdo. When we arrived Barbara was about to go to the store, so Deborah went with her and left Michelle and me alone. Michelle was about to wash and set her hair and I volunteered to help. As I was rolling her hair she mentioned to me how good I looked and how happy I appeared since Deborah had "soften me and trained me to be more feminine". I told her that I was happy that Deborah had taken control and was content to have her make decisions for me.
Michelle looked at me asked if I wore skirts and dresses at home. I replied that Deborah had never suggested it, but I had thought about it from time to time. She replied that I should try one of her skirts on just to see how it looked and felt. Although the thought of wearing a skirt excited me I was worried what Deborah would say. Michelle assured me that by the time the came back I could switch back to my slacks. I agreed and Michelle went into her closet and returned with a black slim skirt. With my hands shaking I lowered the zipper on my slacks and let them slip to the floor. As I step out of them Michelle opened the zipper on the skirt and handed it to me. I stepped into the skirt and with her help I felt it slide up my legs and around my hips. I penis started to become aroused encased in my pantyhose as Michelle pulled the zipper up and buttoned the waist of the skirt. She reached under and adjusted my blouse and smoothed the skirt as she turned me to the full-length mirror. My legs weaken as I looked at my reflection; there I stood with my new hairstyle dressed completely as a woman. I felt my panties start to dampen as my penis released my ejaculate. It was a good thing I had placed a panty liner in my panties this morning while I was dressing.
Michelle seemed to know what was happening and held me steady as my body shook in pleasure. As I settle down she smiled at me and kissed my cheek, " I can see by your reaction that this won't be the last time you wear a skirt. I could only shake my head in agreement. Michelle disappeared into the bathroom and returned with a fresh panty liner and just smiled. She helped me raise my skirt and pull down my pantyhose and panties, as I wiped myself dry she placed the fresh liner in my panties. After pulling up my panty hose and panties she once again adjusted my skirt. Smiling at me she said we had better finish her roller set as she was going out that night. As I worked on her hair I stoled quick looks of myself in the mirror, needless to say I enjoyed what I saw.
We lost track of time, and as I was removing her rollers I heard Deborah voice behind me. She said " Don't we look cute all dressed up as a woman". Deborah wanted to know why I was wearing a skirt? Michelle explained what had transpired, and Deborah just said that I looked nice and went back to talk with Barbara. I finished Michelle's hair, and was in the process of removing my skirt when Deborah came in and told me to leave it on, we had to leave. All the way to the car I felt nervous that someone would make a comment that I was a man wearing a skirt. No one did of course and we sat in silence all the way home. Once we were home Deborah called me to the living room and asked me to sit down. She asked me how I felt wearing a skirt? I told her of my reaction when I first saw myself in the mirror. Deborah asked if I was ready to stop pretending and make the transition? I asked her what she meant?
Deborah said that it was obvious I enjoyed being a woman and wearing women's clothing, and that it was now time for me to either discard what was left of my male clothing and dress full time as a woman or to revert back to my old self. I had to admit that over the last few months of panty training and wearing woman's slacks I felt certain contentment. I enjoyed the feeling I got from the hormones as well as the changes to my body. I looked at her and simply said I would rather be female. She smiled and took me in her arms and held me close. We ended up in the bedroom and had a wonderful love making session. My orgasm was not as wet as it had been in the past but it shook me throughout my whole body.
From that day on I was a woman and dressed and acted female. For the first week or so I wore only skirts and dressed, not wanted to wear slacks for a while. Michelle helped me to perfect my feminine mannerisms, and helped me to look my best at all times. The only time I was disappointed was in the summer when I was forced to wear a swimsuit with a skirted bottom but I still managed to feel very sexy in it.
Early in the fall Michelle and Barbara told us that they were going to join in a life commitment ceremony. The ceremony would actually be a wedding, only with two brides. They then asked Deborah to be Barbara's maid of honor, and to my delight I was asked to be Michelle's. After that we were quite occupied with preparations. I went with Michelle to look for a gown, and together all four of us looked for brides maids gowns. I was so excited and the gown that we all decided on was a low cut in front and back. It would be ankle length with a long slit almost too mid thigh.
A few nights before the wedding Deborah came home with a present for me. She made me wait to after dinner to open it, when I did I was both excited and thrilled. It was a black bustier with ribbon garters and a pair of black stocking with lace tops. It was for me to wear the night of the wedding. With tears in my eyes I hugged her and thanked her for her gift.
The day finally came, and we were all occupied with getting ready. Deborah and I went to the hairdressers first and then help each other dress. I felt so sexy in my bustier and my garter stocking. My dress was perfect and the slit gave just a slight hint of what I was wearing beneath. I helped Michelle dress and readied her for the ceremony, which was beautiful. We all cried with tears of joy and danced every dance. Later that night I went to use the restroom in the hospitality suite, and was miffed at what I saw. As I came out Deborah asked what was the problem, and I looked at her and said "someone left the toilet seat up". She looked a me and said "men". We both had a good laugh!!!
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