Lorraine may have conned Andrew into wearing a chemise, but it's clear that this is just the beginning of what she has in store for him…

 

The Catalogue

by Catherine Rose

Chapter 19 – A New World Order Takes Shape

 

"Hi mum, Hi Tina," I said as I walked into the kitchen leading a very embarrassed Andrew in by the hand. "I'd like you all to meet my new girlfriend, Andrea…"

You could have heard a penny drop in the silence that followed. Even my mother, who had always been so firmly in control of everything, could only gasp speechlessly at the sight of the two girls standing before her in matching satin chemises, mine green, Andrea in blue.

Don't you just love it when a plan comes together? And best of all, having asserted my control so emphatically I could scarcely contain my excitement at the endless possibilities that now lay ahead…

I certainly wasn't about to let Andrew go home now without some constant reminder that I was now in control. I wanted to have no doubts about this but I was aware that this needed to be done with the outmost subtlety so as not to frighten him off.

"How can I ever trust that you will remain faithful to me?" I posed the question as I softly wrapped my lips around the soft tissue of his neck while he was putting on his ugly old underpants. "You seem so willing to make love with me I'm worried that you'd do this with any girl that lets you wear her clothes."

"Oh, no, Lorraine. You are the only one."

"You're lying. I saw how excited you were when you put on my nightie… and when we held each other in bed with the satin caressing our bodies… how many times did you ejaculate last night…? I lost count… I bet you would do the same with any girl. All she'd have to do dress you up and you'd do anything she says …"

"No, no, Lorraine… only you… I mean, I'll be true to you…"

"Well, we'll see about that… If you are so keen about me then you won't mind wearing these for me," I said handing him the black lace panties I had worn the night before. "If you wear these under your clothes, then I will truly know you are worth trusting."

I watched Andrew go red with embarrassment.

"We are going to have to do something about this, however," I said fondling the excitement bulging through his underpants. "We need to make a slight adjustment so you properly fit my panties… I know, I've got just the thing for you…"

With that I held up a V-string, which unbeknownst to Andrew was like the ones I wore myself. As he gazed quizzically trying to comprehend the nature of this garment, I quickly slipped off his underpants and replaced them with his new "vagina" with his member firmly secured backward between his legs away its confining pouch.

"Now, before you go putting on my panties," I said handing him a box of tampons, "you have to slide one of these in to make sure nothing leaks out accidentally. I don't want you staining them."

The expression on his face was priceless, as he suddenly understood what was happening. But, he made no attempt to argue or resist as he flipped open the packet and merely stared in amazement at the bullet like item between his fingers.

"You have to take the wrapper off first, silly. Didn't your mother teach you anything," I chided. "Now, squat down and slide it into your new hole with the end of the string dangling lightly between your legs. You're obviously going to have to change this every time you go to the bathroom, so be sure to buy yourself a spare packet to carry around with you just in case."

I had to maintain the right mixture of carrot and stick to make sure he didn't rebel against my authority.

"Wow, Andrew," I gushed once he was wearing my panties. "Knowing you would do this for me makes it almost impossible for me to keep my hands off you." With that I planted a succulent kiss on his lips with my tongue dancing around in his mouth, all the while holding him hard against me with my hands stroking his pantied buttocks.

"You better go now before I lose complete control of myself."

I continued fondling and kissing him as he slowly put on his own clothes over what I made him wear underneath, knowing that having staked out my claim, he was now mine.

"Remember to wear my panties to work tomorrow morning," I whispered between breaths. "I'll have the pair I'm wearing now ready for you when you get to work." More kissing and fondling… "You can swap them in the bathroom…. I'll carry your pair in my handbag all day… it will remind me of how sweet you are… of our beautiful scent mixed in together… Oh, I'm missing you already… I can't wait to see you tomorrow…"

I stood in the doorway waving Andrew goodbye until he drove off out of sight, amazed that throughout the entire night I had never once allowed him to touch any part of me. I had merely given him a box of tissues to fend for himself while I lay with my back to him with the buzz of my mechanical companion and my panting breaths to drive him crazy.

As soon as he had left, I raced back up to my room to pick up from where I'd left off. Intoxicated by the sense of my power and control over another human being, I exploded into the most profound orgasm ever. I writhed and gasped, puffed and pulsated… Andrew's life was over. He had tasted forbidden fruit. I knew from my own experience that he had now sold his soul to the devil, the allure of women's clothes. A never-ending stream of ideas for his continued feminisation paraded through my mind…

 

Chapter 20 – My New Panty Slave

 

For the next week Andrew was my obedient little puppy. Each morning he would meekly came up to me wearing my panties under his ordinary clothes. I made a ritual of inspecting him to make sure he was complying with my request.

"O-oh, Andrea," I would say cheekily as I reached inside his fly, running my hand firstly over his panties before gently delving underneath to locate his tampon string. "You are so hot I can scarcely control myself."

I could sense him bubbling away at boiling point but I refused to give him any relief. His 'Royal Hardness' had to remain enslaved, firmly pulled back between his legs the entire day. To ensure Andrew remained "on edge", I took any excuse I could find to walk past his department as often as I could. Seeing him go bright red every time our eyes met gave me such a surge.

During our lunch breaks, I would drag Andrew around all the women's clothing shops in our mall on the pretext that I simply wanted to spend as much time with him as possible. The truth was, of course, that, without overtly treating him any differently to how any girl might treat her boyfriend in similar circumstances, I wanted to take his feminisation to the next stage.

As I flicked through racks upon racks of women's clothing, I asked him his opinion on various fabrics, styles and colours. I had him follow me around carrying dresses, skirts, and tops. I had him hold my handbag while I took my time inside the changing rooms. My heart nearly skipped a beat as I came out of the changing room to see him flicking through some dresses, on his own, with my handbag draped from his shoulder.

"Let me know if you see anything you like," I whispered to him as considerately as possible. "I'll model it for you."

As he steadily grew more accustomed to finding his way around women's clothing shops, it became time to carefully weave the next part of his entrapment.

"Oh, Andrew," I crooned as we casually browsed through some lingerie. "Don't you think these teddies are simply gorgeous. Perhaps you could surprise me when you come over this weekend by bringing me one for a present. You'd have to buy it yourself, of course, otherwise it wouldn't be a surprise. You might like to pick out a pair of stockings to go with them. I would be ever so grateful… but it's up to you, of course. It will be okay if you don't."

I may have originally intended to merely progress his budding interest in women's clothing onto selecting and purchasing items on his own, but I was quickly finding out how one good idea can lead to one that's even better…

"If you do decide to get a present for me tomorrow," I said to him as we parted after work on Friday, "instead of merely gift wrapping it, why don't wrap yourself in it? That would be ever so much fun, and save on wrapping paper in the process. I'll love you forever."

 

Chapter 21 – Girls Just Want To Have Fun

 

What a truly inspiring move! I begged mum to give me the house to myself on Saturday morning until she agreed and even got her to secretly rope Jill into helping her and Tina with a 'stock take and rearrangement' of their shop.

"How come Lorraine gets out of doing this," she moaned.

"Lorraine has already organised a date with her boyfriend, so it would be unfair of me to make her cancel that now. Especially after it was I that encouraged her to mix more with other people."

"My God, don't you get enough of each other at work?" Jill asked somewhat jealously.

"Don't worry," I replied. "I'll take some pictures so you can see what I've got planned for him."

When Andrew turned up on our doorstep early morning empty handed, I knew we were going to have the time of our lives.

"Hi, Andrew," I whispered immediately falling into long passionate kiss with him. "I couldn't sleep for thinking about you coming over…"

I ran my hands up and down his back during our embrace hoping to feel the garment I had been dreaming about all night through his clothes. "What's this?"

"It's a present for you, Lorraine" he replied, overcome by his now almost regular shade of redness.

"Oh," I gasped leading him quickly inside. "You must show me what you've got on underneath…"

With the front door firmly closed behind us, I waited anxiously as Andrew slowly removed his clothes to reveal the sexiest black teddy I had ever seen. It had the most gorgeous panel of lace down the front, along the bikini line, and diagonally across the top of the bra. But what made the scene before me absolutely priceless was that suspended on straps Andrew wore a pair of black patterned stockings.

If the sight of Andrew bringing about his own feminisation wasn't enough, the realisation that he had followed my instructions to the letter had me in raptures.

"You look absolutely stunning, Andrea," I said unable to contain my excitement.

"Thank you," Andrew replied sheepishly. "They're a present for you."

"Oh, I know, my darling… and I really, really appreciate it… but I could scarcely take them from you now that I see how wonderful you look in them...

"Oh, Andrea, what a pretty girl you make. And to think you've done all of this for me. I bet your mother would love to see you like this, but I'm going to keep you a secret just for me. But I have to have a picture to remind me of this special day."

And with that I quickly snapped some photos before he even knew what was happening and followed up by planting a big deep kiss firmly on his lips and in his mouth while I seductively ran my hands all over his silky garment. I knew he couldn't resist me. I knew he was way in over his head now. I knew he would do anything I told him to. So I drove my advantage home even further.

"What a pity your beauty is spoilt by this unsightly body hair… I had intended to get you to help me wax my legs, but let's do yours instead…"

So for the next 2-3 hours, we worked on making Andrea's body as soft and silky as her teddy. We started with her legs, but of course we were never going to just stop there.

"Oh my, your bikini line needs some attention…

Then we did his arms, his underarms, his chest, his back, even his arse… And through it all, not a single word of defiance from little Andrea, merely a whimper of pain here and there.

"Oh don't be such a baby, Andrea. Girls do this all the time. You are going to be so pleased with the result once we get rid of all these weeds."

Then on completing each section of his body, I applied liberal amounts of moisturiser, gently stroking it into his newly hairless skin over and over to ensure that the lasting sensation he would carry with him would be of seductive pleasure. I even got him doing the same himself.

"I can't do all of this for you. You'll have to do this bit yourself."

I can't start to describe the primeval feelings reverberating throughout my entire body as, without another word of encouragement from me, I watched him aggressively strip his chest bare. I don't think he even noticed me taking more photos of him. And then to my total astonishment, he commenced stroking moisturiser into his newly denuded breasts with what was unmistakably unbridled pleasure. What was going his mind may have been a mystery to me but what I was experiencing was like one continuous, all encompassing cold shiver, like an orgasm without any mess.

"Andrea, I swear those breasts of yours are swelling with pride. I know mine are!"

Even before Andrea had put her teddy and stockings back on, I knew I had witnessed the birth of a 'new woman'. Whatever else we did from here on, I knew that the tingling softness of her skin would remain with her for days, weeks, maybe even a lifetime, underneath whatever she wore, continually reminding her of her sissification. I knew that with or without moisturiser, she would be unable to keep her hands from rediscovering her new body.

But just to add an undeniably physical aspect to this branding process, I painted her toenails with bright red polish so that she could not miss her little digits smiling back at her whenever she looked down at her new nakedness. It was my way of adding the "artist's signature" to the bottom of a "masterpiece" to notarise my handiwork.

"This will remind you of our beautiful day together," I said with a menacing smile.

 

Chapter 22 – Consolidation

 

I'm sure I could have taken Andrew's feminisation process to its ultimate conclusion right there and then. I certainly wanted to, but against my own desires I forced myself to resist this temptation. I simply had him re-dress himself in his "boy clothes" (albeit with his little "secret" underneath) while I "prettied" myself in my "girl clothes" as nonchalantly as possible as if getting ready to go out.

Silence can sometimes be more deafening than words themselves. I didn't just want him to think that this was all my idea. I wanted him to experience a yearning for feminisation from within. I wanted him to think this was something he wanted me to do for him. I needed to hold back and do as little as possible so that he could have maximum opportunity to do as much as possible himself.

I deliberately dilly-dallied in front of him with my clothes, my hair, my make-up, tormenting him as much as possible with my overt femininity. Spring was upon us so I dressed for the season in a gorgeous ruffle sleeved blouse with a tie neck, a pair of linen blend pants and a 'V' throat pair of slides. I bit my tongue at the thought of saying something about how unfair it was that I could wear pants when he couldn't wear dresses, hoping that this very thought was spinning around in his head without me having to plant it there.

I then had him help me apply polish on my fingernails, the exact same polish that now adorned his own toes. It was precious observing the care and concentration with which he did this, knowing full well that he would probably be imagining they were his nails he was beautifying.

"Thank you, my love, " I said holding my hands out in front of me (in front of him). "It's going to be so wonderful having my hands looking so pretty this week."

I had lied that I needed to go to help out at my parent's shop for the afternoon and that he would have to go home. Andrew seemed genuinely disappointed that our time together was nearing an end as I led him out to our front door.

"What shall I wear?" he said sounding somewhat worried.

"Whatever you like, my love," I casually replied.

"I mean, tomorrow… You haven't given me… any panties… to wear tomorrow…"

"Oh, Andy. You don't have to prove yourself to me any more. You've been such a wonderful sport about my petty little insecurities. I'm sorry I ever doubted you. You can wear whatever you want…"

And with that, I gave him a big kiss, deliberately rubbing my lipstick against his lips and my hands along his back, stroking his teddy underneath.

"Oh silly me," I said grabbing for the tissues. "We can't have you with lipstick on. You'd just be too pretty for words…"

As he drove off, I returned upstairs in somewhat of a panic, wondering if I'd done enough... or too much…? Would he revert to wearing only men's clothes, or would he now find women's clothes impossible to resist? How will I even know? Had I done right thing in letting go of my control over him.

To be continued…

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