Authors Note: This story is written as a fantasy, yet as all fiction must be, it has its basis in reality. The story line is a combination of past events that actually have happened to me, combined with a few events that I wish would occur. Therefore all characters in the story are fictitious, and it is a fantasy account . . . not to be confused with reality, which can be dangerous.

ALL of the images are composed and contrived by myself. The idea was to see how many different situations can be contrived using just one source file. In composing these images, I selected ONLY digital images that are in the public domain, and I've been extremely careful not to infringe on anyone's copywrite. I do want to thank those unnamed people who posted these images, whoever they are.

 

Being Victor's Sissy

by Paula Pink

 

FIRST MEETING

In retrospect, it all seemed completely natural. I had always been an effeminate male, and being 50 years old didn't change a thing. I had just become an old sissy, that's all. I still loved women, and actually preferred them for long term relationships, but they didn't have the one thing that made my little cocklette stand up . . . namely, a nice fat hard cock.

I'm a fairly typical male, with typical male looks. I'm a little taller than most guys, but I'm thin. When I was younger, I was VERY thin. Now that I made the big five-oh, I'm finding that even though I weigh nearly what I did in high school, gravity seems to be increasing in strength, dragging it all a little lower. But I've battled to keep in shape, successfully.

I knew I was a cocksucker since my teen years, and over the ensuing three and a half decades had managed to suck over a dozen different men off. I know that's not a lot, but living in the days of very damaging diseases made me cautious. I managed to have fun and not get sick.

What isn't obvious is that being tall makes it a little difficult to pull off the feminine-submissive routine that I always fantasized about. I just looked too male, and I was just too tall. I would carry out my fantasies in private masturbation sessions, and try to forget about reality.

I would dress a little more effeminate sometimes, and it wasn't hard to determine by my demeanor that I was something of a fairy. But that's really as far as it ever went.

Anyway, I had been laid off from my job as a graphics designer for nearly two months, and had decided to take in a room mate. The thought that I might be able to have some fun with this future room mate in bed really didn't cross my mind, until I interviewed Victor.

I had interviewed maybe a dozen people for the opening, but they all felt wrong. One morning the buzzer rang, and there standing on the steps was a handsome, middle aged guy. Slightly curly hair, graying at the temples, and TALL. Nearly every one of my male playmates in the past had been taller than me, and that's how I preferred it, as I liked playing the feminine submissive in sex play.

He introduced himself as Victor, and he apologized for not calling first, but a friend of his had tipped him about the availability of the room, and decided to just drop by. Was that all right? Gazing at him through the slightly open door, I could feel a slight warming in my crotch . . . it certainly WAS all right!

He came into the kitchen and we sat down to chat. He was a manager for a local medical firm, and was having his house remodeled. Since everything was being torn apart, he thought it would just be easier to shack up some where till the renovations were completed. He could easily pay the rent, and could move in immediately. He was also unmarried but dating, and could come and go as he pleased.

While we chatted, I became conscious of myself, more than normal. I still had on a touch of mascara from my last masturbation session the night before, and I was wrapped in a lavender bath robe with white slippers. I had combed my hair out OK, but still had only been awake for about an hour. My nails were still an off pink gloss, and I could still sense the left over scent of my favorite perfume.

When I masturbate, I usually get completely dressed in bedroom wear, nightie, full make up, the works.

I was still glowing from that rather intense session the night before, and now I was sitting here in my kitchen, chatting with this tall hunk who wanted to room with me for three months. My mind was churning with the possibilities!

We agreed to him moving in the next day, and as he departed, he shook my hand and gave me a sly little wink. Inside, I just melted, and after he left immediately went to the sofa and furiously jacked off, totally turned on by the idea of sharing my living space with this masculine hunk.

The next day, Victor moved into the spare room, and we sat down in the living room and talked about the living arrangements.

"I can tell you aren't used to having another person around." Victor said, sipping his coffee. "I usually don't mind visitors, but someone else sharing the living space has always been difficult for me. I'm sort of an 'alpha male' kind of guy." He was smiling at me as he said this. "That's why I appreciate your opening your home up to me. I know how difficult that is."

"W-well," I stammered, "I'm a very independent sort myself. This arrangement works very well for my finances, and I don't mind having a man around the house." Oops. I meant to say "another man", but it just came out wrong. Or did it?

Victor caught on immediately. "I do have to admit that this place is decorated very much like a woman lived here. I was going to ask you if your girl friend did the place up like this, but you did this yourself, didn't you?"

"Yeah," I smirked. "I don't have any girl friend at the moment, but even when I did I would be the one to arrange and decorate. I guess some of their influence rubbed off." My place was very clean and neat, floral curtains, lace on the arms of the sofa, just enough feminine tinges to make it look as if a woman's touch was at work. Except there was no woman . . . just me.

"I like it," Victor said, glancing around. "A home should always show a woman's influence. Interesting how you can achieve that without one being around." Again, he smiled as he said that, and his glance at me was more than sly. I was melting a little inside.

"Well, I can certainly say that I'll feel comfortable around here." Victor was still smiling at me as he said this. "I really like the idea of living in a place that has a woman's touch. Even if the man has to provide it." He glanced at me. "You seem very much at ease in the woman's role, don't you?"

I blushed a little as he said this, and I could feel my cheeks reddening. "Um, yes, I decided long ago that I would probably live alone, as I'm more comfortable that way. But I insisted on my home being as 'complete' as possible, which meant I'd have to do the 'woman's' role as well."

"Hmmm . . ." Victor mused, glancing around. "I think this arrangement will work out perfectly. Since I'm totally 'alpha male' I'm completely incapable of thinking in the woman's perspective. But you seem to have quite a good grip on it." Again, I smiled shyly at him, but my cheeks were reddening again. "This will work out well. I'll be the man of the house, you can be the woman! Deal?" He laughed as he said this, a nice, warm, boisterous laugh. But I sensed he meant it.

I chuckled back. "OK!" I laughed. "I'll be the 'little lady' of the house. You can be the man of the house."

"Excellent!" Victor burst out, getting to his feet. "Well. I have some work to get to. See you later, Honey!" He laughed as he left the room. I simply sat on my sofa, glowing inside at what had just transpired.

During the first week, we got along on a cordial but friendly basis. Victor worked during the day, and I did my free lance gigs at home. I also taught art at a local school, but didn't have a very big class load at the time, so I was at home most of the time. After the first few days, our routines fell into place. I would do my thing at home during the day, and by the time Victor got home, I'd have dinner fixed and ready. He commented on this after the third day.

"You really do a great job being the "little lady" of the house. This dinner is excellent." He was smirking as he said this, glancing at me for my response. He was just finishing his plate, and I was standing at the sink, starting the dishes. I was wearing an off pink loose tank top, and blue jean shorts that were a little tight. Even at fifty, I was in excellent shape. I'm tall, and I kept myself trim and leggy through daily work outs. I also kept my body shaved, as long ago I discovered the joys of being hairless. It usually branded me a sissy, but I had learned to love the feeling too much to be upset about that.

Victor was looking me up and down. "You even fit the part physically. Those legs of yours look like they belong to a fashion model!"

I simply shrugged my shoulders. "I like the feeling of smooth skin. I know it's effeminate to shave ones legs, but I just like it, that's all."

Victor leaned back, lifting his coffee cup. "So tell me, Paul," he said an authoritative tinge to his voice. "Are you gay?"

I jumped a little at his question. He asked it so abruptly. As I looked at him, I could feel my cheeks reddening again. He really caught me off guard.

"Umm . . . no not really. I prefer women to men in long term relationships." I managed to stammer out.

"But you haven't had much luck with the ladies, have you?" He was smiling in a knowing fashion as he leaned back in his chair. "I mean, lets face it. You're not the most masculine guy around, are you?"

I suddenly became hyper aware of myself again. I had been standing there at the sink, my shaved legs completely exposed, my right knee cocked forward in a feminine pose, drying a dish. Since that first interview with Victor, I hadn't worn any mascara or lip gloss, but I didn't need to. I was the perfect picture of the effeminate male without it.

"I know I'm not very masculine. I admit it. In fact, I long ago decided to get comfortable with how I was, even if women didn't find me very attractive." I managed to reply, speaking softly and firmly, but I fixed him with a steely glance, one that betrayed my temper. This wouldn't have been the first time my sexuality had been questioned, and I felt very defensive all of a sudden.

Victor held up his hands in a surrender gesture. "Whoa, I didn't mean to upset you. I'm just stating the obvious. You have male characteristics, but they've obviously been molded into a feminine demeanor, that's all I'm saying." He smiled. "I just figured you were gay because you're so feminine."

I relaxed a little. "It's true, I like being fem." I offered. "And yes, I've fooled around with men. In my younger days, that is." I glanced up at him as I said this, hoping I wouldn't see disgust.

I didn't. Just that warm smile and an understanding expression. "I thought so. And it's all right, I've had room mates that were gay as well, and we got along perfectly fine."

I looked up sharply, thinking that he maybe meant they got along sexually? Victor had read my thoughts, it seems. Again, he held up his hand. "That doesn't mean I'm gay. I'm not. We just were able to cohabitate with a sense of understanding. I felt we should have the same understanding, that's all."

Again, I started to relax more. I strolled over to the chair opposite Victor and sat down, maybe a little more conscious of the sway in my hips as I walked. "I'm glad you understand. I didn't want there to be any unnecessary conflict." I smiled at him. "I'll try not to be so defensive."

He smiled back. "That's cool," he responded. "After all, we already agreed that you would be the woman of the house, right?" He laughed as he said that.

I chuckled back. "Maybe I should dress the part too, hmmm?"

He laughed again. "Sure! Do what you feel comfortable with. I understand. This is your home, you've graciously allowed me to stay here, and you should feel comfortable in your own home, right?"

I smiled at him. "OK. I'll relax. Don't worry about it."

The next few days went by smoothly. I really decided to relax around this man, maybe let down my defenses a bit. In fact, the very next night when he came home, I had supper ready and was sipping coffee in the kitchen, wearing a nice coat of mascara on my eyes, a little blush and my favorite off pink lip gloss. We carried on through dinner as if I looked no different. I was a little disappointed at first, but as he was leaving the kitchen to retire to his room, he looked back at me, winked, and said "Nice eyes!"

I could've orgasmed on the spot!

By the weekend, I was really happy he was around, and proud that I had made such a wise choice in room mates. He paid on time, and was courteous, engaging and even funny. The thought crossed my mind that I might be falling in love with him, but I immediately ruled that out. He made a point of declaring he wasn't gay that night at the table. In fact, I even denied that I was queer, even though I also admitted to fooling around with men.

And I truly believed that. I did prefer relationships with women, although Victor had accurately guessed that my relationships with women had all ended quickly, usually after they had experienced my inadequacies in bed. I could usually get it up and perform, but nature hadn't equipped me very well, endowing me with a cock that only got to about five inches at best when erect. Not exactly a stud horse.

So I continued my routines, and got comfortable with Victor being around. It was especially nice that I was able to express my fem side without fear of repercussion. In the past, the consequences of doing that usually earmarked the end of the relationships I had with women. And the men I played with enjoyed me being sissy as long as they were around to enjoy my talents, and when they were bored they moved on.

Little did I realize there would be consequences of being fem around Victor. As it turned out, it had some of the nicest consequences imaginable!

  

  

  

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