B & B

by Jennifer White

 

Marlon turned off the highway, and drove into the small town of South Pine Cove. He turned left at the blinking light, as his directions told him to. He followed the road until he reached the coastline. The waves crashed against the rocks on the shore, as the sun started to set in the distance. It was so beautiful, that he had to pull over and take a shot with his digital camera.

Now he resumed his drive, heading north up the coast until he saw the sign for his destination: The Victorian B & B. During his vacation he had stayed at several hotels, but a "bed and breakfast" place was nice for a change. In this area, several large old homes had been renovated, and turned into a place where you could get a room for the night, breakfast the next day, then go off on your way.

He pulled in the driveway, took out his suitcase, and walked up the steps. The house itself was a large one, built in the Victorian era. That meant that it was quite ornate, with multiple bright colors of paint on the wood. There was a fancy trim along the edges of the roof, lace curtains in the windows, a finely manicured lawn, and large perfectly tended flower beds. A cheerful sign on the red door said to enter, so Marlon did, his bag in hand.

 

As he stepped into the house, he felt like he had taken a step back in time. The house was decorated with antiques, and every detail was authentic to the time, including large rugs with intricate patterns on the floor, fancy wall paper, hardwood floors polished to a glowing shine, wood carvings above the doorways, and a million other little details. The colors! The sights! All of the splendid details that spoke of another era.

 

Marlon then caught sight of two women walking towards him. His attention perked up as they neared. They were dressed in authentic period clothes, matching the decor of the house. He had never really seen women dressed like this! Both of them wore their hair up in fancy arrangement, with long lavish curls dangling down, hair cascading to their shoulders.

Their waists seemed so small and thin, as if they had on the tightest imaginable corsets beneath. Both wore skirts which flared out several *feet* in all directions, like a bell. Between that and their narrow waists, it very much accentuated their femininity. The wide curve of the skirts exaggerated their hips. Their bodies tapered down to a seemingly impossible thinness at the waist, then blossomed back to fullness up top, where both were more than generously endowed.

The style of their dresses included a *very* deep cut into the neckline, exposing what seemed like an impossible amount of their bosoms. Whatever they were using underneath to support their boobs did a much better job than the best modern uplift bra! Marlon could look down slightly, and get a great view of their endless supply of cleavage.

 

"Hello. I am Katherine" said the first woman, the taller of the two.

"And I am Laurel" said the shorter one.

"Welcome to The Victorian. Have you ever stayed at a B & B before?"

"Yes I have" said Marlon, his voice faltering just a little, as he tried not to look like he was gaping at the two beauties before him. He really liked how both of them looked. Laurel was a hottie, but there was something about Katherine. He locked his eyes into hers, and felt a chill go through him. He was getting hard, just looking at her. With all his heart, he *wanted* her.

 

Katherine looked at Laurel, and they both covered their mouths as they exchanged silly giggles. Marlon just smiled. He followed them in, and set his bag down by the stairs, as he was led around for a tour. He was hardly able to take in any of the details they told him about the history of the house, the rich man who built it with proceeds from his mining business, or all of the renovations that were done to update it to become the B & B.

No, all he could focus on was the soft voice that Katherine spoke in. It was *sultry*. It was alluring. The more she spoke, the more he wanted her. He smiled at her, laughed at her little jokes, and tried to impress her as much as he could. As soon as the time was right, he started to flirt with her too. Much to his delight, she flirted right back!

 

"We're getting ready for tea" said Laurel. "Katherine, why don't you show our guest to his room, while I get the tea service ready for us."

 

Marlon felt like he was floating on air, as he carried his bag up the stairs, following Katherine. He couldn't take his eye off of her skirt. She turned to look back at him from time to time, and she gave him a wink.

 

"We don't get many male visitors" she said, as they walked down the hallway. "Most men think this place is too poofy and feminine for their tastes. I'm glad you're a man who isn't intimidated by the *feminine*."

 

"No, definitely not" said Marlon. He wasn't about to contradict *her*! He'd go along with anything she said, in order to impress her. He *needed* to have this woman. Nothing would stop him. Nothing.

 

"Before we go to take our tea, can you do me a favor? You're a big strong man, and I'm just a weak little girl" said Katherine in an innocent sounding voice.

"Sure, what can I help you with?" asked Marlon, eager to please her.

"In my bedroom, I need to get a trunk down from the closet shelf. But it is too heavy for poor little me. I need a big strong man."

 

Marlon wanted to be her big, strong man. He followed her into her room, and marveled at how flowery and feminine everything was. Lace, flowers, fancy frilly finery.... everything was *ultra*-feminine. He watched Katherine open up her closet, with was full of fancy dresses. Up on the shelf was an antique looking wooden box.

"That box will not be a problem" he said, as he went to lift it down for her. It wasn't too heavy. He suspected that she could have done it herself. He smiled, realizing that she was asking him to do it, so they could be alone for a longer time. And to see if he was really interested in her. For whatever reason, chicks always liked to ask their guys to do little things for them, which they were perfectly capable of doing themselves. Especially when they were first dating.

Dating! He hadn't even kissed her, and already, in his mind, he was thinking of dating her! What an effect she had on him. He took a deep breath, savoring the pleasant aroma of her perfume.

 

"Thank you so much. You *are* a big, strong man" said Katherine.

 

She leaned forward, and gave him a peck on the cheek. Just the touch of her moist lips to his skin sent shivers through him. Her hand lingered on his shoulder for a moment as she leaned into him. When she withdrew it, she lightly ran her long fingernails down the back of his shirt, which again sent shivers up and down his spine.

 

"Katherine! Marlon! Time for tea!" called out Laurel, as she rang a little bell. Sadly, Marlon's time alone with Katherine was over. For now. He followed her back down the stairs, and into the parlor, where Laurel had the tea set up.

 

"I must apologize" she said. "We usually have a maid to do this sort of work, but we recently lost her. She found a nice man, and got married. Now we're looking for a new maid to replace her."

"Uh-huh" said Marlon as he took a sip of the hot tea. Too hot in fact though. It burned the roof of his mouth a little, as well as his tongue, dulling his sense of taste momentarily.

 

"This is an herbal tea" said Katherine. "Very different from what you'd find in the store. We keep a full garden in back, which we'll tour tomorrow. Besides all of the flowers we grow, all of the herbs for cooking, as well as for the tea, are grown right here!"

"Wow, that's great" said Marlon, taking another sip.

"The maid tends the gardens too, so we've both been busy girls, keeping up with all the work" said Laurel. "I'm so tired that I'm going to have to turn in early. I feel *so* sleepy already."

 

"Then go to bed dear" said Katherine. "I'll take care of our guest."

"Oh, that's so sweet" said Laurel. "You're sure you wouldn't mind?"

"Not at all. It would be my pleasure" said Katherine.

 

Marlon tingled all over. Laurel was going to bed, leaving him all alone with Katherine! This was wonderful news indeed. He stood up as she left, then sat back down, right next to Katherine. It was time for the flirting to resume. He was going to have her before the night was over, one way or the other.

 

* * *

 

Marlon was in heaven. He had been making out with Katherine for half an hour, before he got her to let him feel up her huge boobs. Ah, what a wonderful sensation to run his hands all over them! He was as hard as a rock now, and *so* ready for her to open up her legs for him. He tried to make his move. But he didn't need to; she was already taking his pants off, almost ripping them from his body.

Marlon's face melted into a deep smile, as the beautiful Katherine removed his boxers, and put her hand onto his fully erect member.

 

"Oh baby, I can tell you want me" she said.

"Yes" said Marlon, barely able to contain his excitement. "Very much."

 

Katherine smiled. She got down on her knees, and before he could say a word, her mouth was around Marlon's manhood. She sucked hard, licked with her tongue, then moved her mouth up and down the hard 'pole' he sported between his legs. He could barely gasp for air, as she touched him all over, somehow knowing all the right spots to hit.

Marlon desperately wanted to come *inside* her, but he wasn't about to argue with this! He just sat back and enjoyed the ride, as she worked him expertly, touching him balls lightly, on the seam down the middle. He held back for as long as he could, then let out a sigh as he allowed himself to finally come in her mouth. He pulsed and throbbed, as he let more and more of the whitish juices flow out from inside.

 

Marlon was out of breath as Katherine stood up, licking her lips.

 

"Yummy" she said.

"Wow baby, that was amazing!" he replied. "Can I do something, for you now?"

"In a few moments" she replied. "But first, I want to show you a surprise."

"Okay" said Marlon.

 

He smiled as he watched her lift up the enormous skirt she was wearing, to expose all of the fancy things she had on beneath. She smiled as she pulled down one layer, and then the next. Finally, she pulled back one last undergarment, exposing the area between her legs to Marlon.

He gasped in disbelief. There, between her legs, pointing right at him, was a full, erect penis. A *real* one. Katherine wasn't a woman! She was a man!

 

"Oh my...." mumbled Marlon.

"Now you've had sex with a *she-malel*" said Katherine. "That makes you one of *us* now."

"But..." he stammered, at a total loss for words. "But you're so beautiful..."

 

"Just like Laurel?" replied Katherine. "Yes, she is a she-male too. Everyone here is. For us, B&B doesn't stand for "Bed and Breakfast". It stands for "boobs and Balls"."

 

Marlon was beyond stunned. He had just had oral sex.... with a man! A man that looked just like a gorgeous woman. He didn't know what to do, except for the internal instinct to run away and flee. He had to get away! He went to stand up, but his legs did not respond. He looked up helplessly at Katherine, who was putting her clothes back in place.

He couldn't even talk now, as she removed the rest of his clothes. She tossed them into the garbage can by the door, and then she opened up the closet. It was full of all sorts of fancy things that Marlon didn't even know the names of. Katherine went into the closet, and returned with several things in her hands.

 

"First, we'll get you into some proper drawers" said Katherine. She held a pair in her hands. They were white, with long legs that ended in a frill. She pulled them onto Marlon's legs, and pulled them up. The frill came to just below his knee. He couldn't move or resist her; there must have been some drug in his tea. He was helpless, as she continued to dress him up.

 

"This is a chemise" she said, showing him the next piece. But before she put it on him, she opened the top drawer of the dresser. She pulled out a syringe with a scary looking needle, and filled it up with a clear fluid. She tapped it to remove any air bubbles, then took it over to him.

Marlon was frightened beyond all description, as she plunged the needle in, just below his left nipple. She emptied the contents into him, and he felt a slight burn where the fluid entered his body, followed by a strong tingle. She repeated the procedure on his right side, using a second syringe she prepared.

 

"This will make your boobs grow" she said, as she emptied the second syringe into him. "Soon, you'll be stacked like me. Maybe even bigger. We'll know for sure in a few weeks."

 

Tears started to streak down Marlon's face, as she pulled the chemise onto him. It too was white and very frilly up at the top, with an abundance of fancy embroidering. It was made of soft silk, and there was even a pink ribbon tied into a bow in the middle. It included shaped gussets, designed to hold female breasts, but now they seemed sad to be empty. But not for long, according to what she had told him. Marlon sobbed. Katherine wiped away his tear.

 

"Big girls don't cry" she told him, before she went off to get the next item for him. It was a very scary looking corset. Katherine showed it to him, and how rigid it was.

 

"This will help shape you, like a proper lady" she said.

 

The corset was white, and quite long. Hard ribs inside of it made it retain the desired shape, even without a person wearing it. She wrapped it around Marlon, and tightened it up. It was so tight in fact, that he had to take small breaths; it completely restricted him. It came all the way down to his hips, where it widened considerably. It made his tummy look flatter, pushing his excess fat over his hips.

Even though he was a male, it still gave him the appearance of having a tapered waist and wide hips. Just like a girl. Or just like Katherine. He shuddered to think that he was now shaped like *her*. He could only watch helplessly, as Katherine unrolled white silk stockings onto his legs where they were still bare at the bottom. Now from head to toe, he was covered with female undergarments from the Victorian era.

 

Now Katherine pulled him up to his feet. He felt wobbly, and had to hold on to the bed post to keep from falling over. His back was to her, and he was afraid of what she'd do to him next.

 

"A crinoline is a frame for your skirt" explained Katherine, as she started to attach one to Marlon. It stood out in all directions around him, ready to support a skirt, he supposed. But he was surprised at what came next: a series of petticoats.

 

"It is immodest for a girl to let someone see the frame of her crinoline" she said, as she put on three layers of padded petticoats. "Only after you have enough layers to hide it, can you put on your actual skirt."

 

Now she revealed to him the skirt he would be wearing. And what a skirt it was! It was huge, and shaped like a done atop a building, or a bell. As the diameter grew smaller from bottom to top, there were a series of four flounces, which Katherine explained were used to help conceal the reduction in size. Each flounce featured fancy embroidery, and a stitched in velvet band, finished with lace.

 

"Now for your bodice" said Katherine, who was humming as she removed it from the closet. It was very closet fitting. The elaborate decorations all directed attention to the small waist, while the front plunged very deep, so as to better show off the cleavage of the woman who wore it. Or in this case, Marlon.

 

"Soon, you'll have plenty of cleavage to show off" said Katherine, as she fastened the bodice into place. The sleeves were puffed and ruffled, and Marlon felt completely humiliated to be wearing such an outrageous set of clothes! It was almost a relief when Katherine turned her attention to his hair.

 

"Of course, yours is much to short" she said. "We'll start with a wig, until your own locks grow out long enough to be befitting for a lady."

Marlon again cried, as she slipped the wig onto him, and fastened it in place. It featured long hair worn 'up', with a long twist of hair coming down the back of his neck. On both sides of his face, long locks of golden curls hung down. Katherine turned him towards a mirror to see how he looked with his new hair, as she pulled lacy gloves over his hands. They only came up to just past his wrists, and he felt so odd wearing lacy gloves!

 

Katherine opened a box, and showed him what was next in store for him: a full set of jewelry. There was a large golden brooch, with a ruby red center. She put it on him, followed by a set of pearl bracelets. There were matching earrings, so she took out the proper tool, and pierced his ears so he could wear them too.

 

Now it was time for some makeup.

 

"A lady does not go out in the sun. She needs a fair complexion" said Katherine, as she applied the cosmetics to Marlon's face. She made him look pale, before adding any color. Lastly, she sprayed him with a floral perfume. A pair of house slippers were put on his feet, and how it was done. Marlon was completely dressed up as a woman.

 

 

He could move a little better now, but he still felt helpless as Katherine led him by the hand, and down the hall.

 

"This will be your room Bridgette" she said. "You will live with us now, and be the maid. It will take several weeks to train you on how to act like a proper lady. We will keep you hidden from the guests until you are further along in your transformation. Once your boobs start to fill out, and the estrogen starts to kick in, you'll find that you'll *like* being a woman."

Marlon didn't want to be called 'Bridgette'! He didn't want to take estrogen! And he certainly wasn't going to like being a woman. He was going to fight against Katherine with all his might! He took a step, trying to get away from her. But he was wearing a bulky dress, which he wasn't used to being in. And he could hardly breathe in the tight corset. The room started to spin. He gasped, as he crashed to the floor.

 

* * *

 

Marlon awoke in his new room. He looked down at himself. Instead of the elaborate clothes he had worn before, now he was dressed up as a maid. There was a lacy apron, a bib on top, and much to his horror, small mounds on his chest. He reached up to feel them. They were a *part* of him. They were *real*. He had boobs now.

 

"I see you're up, Bridgette" said Katherine.

"How long was I out?" replied Marlon, surprised how high in tone his voice sounded.

"Two weeks" she replied. "Well, sort of. You come out of your sleep each day, and you always ask me the same thing. I tell you, and then we proceed with your education for the day. Then you go out, and we go over all of it the next day."

"How long are you going to do this to me?" he asked, terrified.

"Until you no longer need to ask. When you wake up and you *know* that you are Bridgette, the maid, then your mind will be complete. Now lets get started. Tell me who you are."

 

"I am Marlon" he said.

 

Katherine shook her head, and pressed a button on a device she held in her hand. Suddenly, Marlon was filled with an intense pain all over his body.

"Make it stop!" he shrieked.

"Then tell me you are Bridgette" she replied.

"I'm Bridgette!" he howled, which caused the pain to suddenly stop.

 

"Again. Who are you?" asked Katherine.

"I.... I am Bridgette" replied Marlon.

"Good. Now tell me Bridgette, are you a man or a woman?"

"A woman?" said Marlon.

"Yes" said Katherine, who pushed a different button. This time, Marlon was filled with blissful pleasure.

"I'm a woman" he mumbled, as it washed over him for a full minute.

"Now Bridgette, tell me what your job is."

 

Marlon knew what she wanted him to say. The maid. But he didn't want to be the maid! He didn't want to be a woman. He was about to defy her, and say that he was a salesman. But the pain! He didn't want to feel that pain again!

 

"I am the maid" he said, for which he was rewarded with another minute of the feeling of pleasure.

 

"So put that all together...." said Katherine.

 

"I am Bridgette. I am a woman. I am the maid" he said. Again, he was rewarded for his words.

 

"Tell me one more time" said Katherine. "But don't just say the words; I want you to *believe* them."

 

"I am Bridgette...." he started. But it wasn't good enough. He really *didn't* believe it. He was Marlon, after all. The pain came, and took all thoughts out of his mind, as it seemed to curl over every nerve in his body.

 

"I am Bridgette!" he shouted. "I am a woman!!! Please, I *am* a woman!"

 

"Then tell me you *like* having boobs" said Katherine, as the pain continued.

 

"I like having boobs!" he said.

 

"Tell me you wish you were stacked, like me."

 

"I wish I was stacked! Like you!" he said.

 

Now the pleasure washed over him again.

 

"Very good, Bridgette" said Katherine. "You are making tremendous progress. Just a few days ago, we couldn't even get past the second question. Soon, you will *believe* what you are saying. Soon, you *will* be Bridgette, and any thoughts of Marlon will be gone. He is just a delusion you have; you are Bridgette, and you have been, for all your life. You have always been a woman."

 

Marlon was in heaven, as the pleasure continued to wash over him.

 

"You are Bridgette. You are a woman. You are the maid. You love being a woman, you love having boobs. You want to look as pretty as you can for the men who stay here. You *want* them. You want to please them, so one day you can marry one of them. Your goal in life is to become some man's wife. You want to be a bride, more than anything! You want to find a man who you can love and please. You are a woman. You are a woman. You are Bridgette, and you are a woman."

 

Katherine hit a third button on the remote control device. Marlon started to drift off into a deep sleep.

 

"Your mind will repeat these words, over and over, until you next awake. I am Bridgette. I am a woman. I have always been a woman. I am Bridgette. I am a woman. I have always been a woman."

 

Marlon's eyes finally closed, as his mind locked onto Katherine's words, repeating them over and over again.

 

* * *

 

Epilogue

 

 

"This is a lovely inn" said Roger. He was six foot three, tall dark and handsome. Laurel and Katherine smiled as they looked at him.

"Thank you" said Laurel. "We work hard to keep it nice."

 

Katherine rang a bell. Moments later, Roger saw another woman, just as lovely as the two he was sitting with. She was dressed in a fancy maid's outfit. She curtsied to the ladies, and to Roger.

 

"This is Bridgette" announced Katherine. "She is at your service during your say here. For *any* of your needs. Don't hesitate to ring for her, if you'd like some personal service. Even after you turn in for bed, she will be there, should you need *anything* during the night."

"Thank you" said Roger, as he eyed Bridgette's impressive cleavage.

 

"Shall I bring some team?" offered Bridgette in a perky voice.

"That would be lovely" replied Katherine.

"And for you, sir?" said Bridgette, as she winked at him and licked her lips. "Shall I turn down your bed for you?"

"That would be nice" said Roger, his heart pounding. What luck he had finding this B&B! He watched Bridgette leave in a swish of skirts.

"I think she likes you" whispered Laurel.

"I agree" added Katherine. "Why don't you invite her to your room, if you need your shirt pressed or any other needs."

"You'll find her quite accommodating" added Laurel.

 

Roger smiled. He was going to score with this chick.

 

 

The End

  

  

  

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