A sudden change in heart for Andrew has some striking long-term effects, which see Lorraine and Andrea living happily ever after…?

  

The Catalogue

by Catherine Rose

 

Chapter 22 – Consolidation

  "What shall I wear?" he asked anxiously.

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

"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 to deliberately rub my lipstick against his lips, stroking my hands along his back to feel 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 find out? Had I done right thing in relinquishing my control over him.

  

Chapter 23 – The Waiting (Is The Hardest Part)

The next week was a nightmare for me. Not knowing what ongoing effect, if any, my feminisation of Andrea was having, was driving me crazy. I suspected something was going on because Andrew was so unsettled at work. He wouldn't even look me in the eye. It took all my self-control to resist trying to find out what he was wearing underneath. Instead, I decided it was time to 'cool our heals'…

"I think we should give each other some space, maybe even date other people," I declared casually. "You are the first boy I have ever seriously dated and I don't want to tie myself down too early…"

The shock in Andrew's face confirmed I was on the right track. I dismissed all his protestations hoping that a bit of rejection from me would merely heighten his need for femininity and hopefully drive him to seek solace from women's clothing. Removing contact with me would also give him the opportunity to explore such things on his own without the fear of being found out by me.

But that was my whole problem – Because I was deliberately distant from him I couldn't tell what he was up to. I couldn't tell if Andrea had taken a grip of him or if he had just simply reverted back to Andrew. How would I ever know?

I decided not think of Andrew at all but to focus on expressing my own femininity instead. Incredibly fulfilling as Andrew's feminisation had been, it was a joy to be able pamper the pleasures of my own femininity. At any rate, I suspected that the prettier I was the crazier Andrew would be driven.

So on Monday when I first broke the news to him of the cooling of our relationship I deliberately chose to wear a very business-like black skirt suit. The skirt was worn just above the knee, straight, pencil-like, and tight enough to give my bum that 50s wiggle when I walked. My hook and eye-front jacket was simple, single-breasted and unfussy. My shoes were pointy-toed with a 4-inch heel, my handbag was plain but chic, my hair pulled back in a sophisticated bun, and my make-up was immaculate. I wanted to look undeniably business-like and in charge while remaining relaxed and feminine.

After my bombshell, I deliberately paraded past Andrew's counter as often as I could without so much as a sideways glance. I could feel his eyes upon me but I was determined to ignore him completely.

One of the benefits of working in women's fashions is that you basically can't overdress. So the next day I wore the most gorgeous spring frock in a crepe fabric patterned with pink and red roses and a multi-tiered, ruffled hem, worn with a pair of pastel pink pointy-toed 4-inch healed shoes.

I had become accustomed to turning heads since the day since the day my mother first paraded me down the mall in that tight black minidress that drew all those wolf whistles and stares. But even I was taken aback by the attention I attracted and how sensationally feminine I felt in this amazing frock. It softened my whole demeanour.

Once again I flaunted myself in Andrew's face at every opportunity to taunt him with the femininity that we both knew he could only ever experience as Andrea. This time I also flirted with any male that came my way just to emphasise to Andrew his total exclusion.

By Thursday, I was enjoying myself so much that I was genuinely losing interest in Andrew altogether. Still I deliberately dressed myself with him in mind.

I wore something very casual to accentuate the fact that, unlike men, women could wear just about anything they liked. In this case, I wore a plain white blouse and a dark brown skirt with tan boots for some casual comfort.

That night, however, I had a bit of a panic attack that Andrew might be getting used to life without me. So on Friday morning, I decided to go back to a full on assault of femininity on him. I didn't want to leave anything to chance, as I couldn't suffer a whole weekend of uncertainty by allowing this to roll into another week.

I wore a singlet with a cream crossover top and matching skirt and shoes. I also spent ages on my hair to give it that free-flowing affect, carefully choosing a lovely necklace and a pair of earrings for accessories. This time I tantalised him even further with the occasional grin of recognition each time I waltzed by him just to show him I was still interested.

  

Chapter 24 – The Trap Is Sprung

"I really enjoyed dressing up as a girl," a deeply agitated Andrew stammered away as he walked towards me on my way to the lunchroom for morning tea. "Could we do it again, please?"

"What did you say?" I replied barely needing to feign my surprise.

"I want you to dress me up in your clothes. I want to be pretty like you."

"On Andrew, that would be so exciting. I could dress you up as a girl and we could be girlfriends together… but no I couldn't… I couldn't live with myself knowing that I did this to you."

"Oh, please, Lorraine. I'd want that so-o much."

"Wow, Andrew. I don't know what to say. While I might have sensed you were enjoying my clothes just a little too much, I'm blown away by this. I need you to explain yourself to me some more."

With that, I lead him to a quiet area of the mall to for him to unburden his sissy secret to me in full. He scarcely needed any encouragement. He was a pressure cooker ready to explode. I sat stunned as I listened to the affect that my little scheme had had on him.

"That first time you insisted on me wearing your nightie… I was so excited. I couldn't stop thinking about you all night long. I wanted to touch you so much. Yet afterwards, all I could think of was how beautiful and soft that nightie felt against my skin. I wanted one for myself. I've been in turmoil ever since.

"When you had me wear your panties for a week, I know it shouldn't have really mattered to me since they were completely hidden from view. Yet I couldn't stop thinking about them. The colours, the lace, the silk… I couldn't stop wanting to look at them. I've never been to the bathroom so many times in my life. It is so unfair that men can't wear such beautiful things.

"When you took me shopping for women's clothes, I did all I could not to be interested in any of them. But I just couldn't help myself. So when you asked me if there were any clothes that I liked for you to try on for me, I wanted so-o much to be able to try on whatever clothes I liked myself, just like you. But I was too embarrassed to say so. Boys aren't meant to like such things. I nearly exploded inside trying to stop myself from telling you what I really wanted.

"Then when you asked me to choose you a teddy and buy it for you, I was screamed inside from pleasure – 'Yes, Yes, Yes…' - even though I still couldn't admit to any one just how much I craved such girlie things. So when you suggested I wear it for you, I was literally speechless. I no longer even cared if I was a boy or a girl. All I could think about was going back to the shop on my own after work and just letting myself go around women's clothes.

It was so hard to choose. They were all so beautiful. I went straight down to the mall restrooms before going home to put it on. I could not believe how sensational it felt, especially with the stockings. I could not bring myself to take them off. I wore them home under my clothes and all night long till I saw you the following morning. I've never felt so happy in my entire life. I thought I'd die from happiness when you complimented me on how wonderful they looked on me, no to mention that I could keep them all forever? It was music to my ears. I don't think I could have parted with them by then anyway.

"It didn't really matter how much the waxing hurt knowing that the teddy and stockings were now truly mine, such exquisitely feminine attire. But I was amazed at how much I suddenly detested my body hair. It seemed to spoil everything. I just had to make it disappear. The feel of my baby soft skin was like being transported into another world. My whole body has been tingling ever since. I even bought my own moisturiser and have been barely able to stop massaging my new smoothness.

And when you painted my toenails, I thought I'd floated off to heaven. Every time I looked at my little toes it was as if they were smiling back at me in happiness. My fingernails, however, were crying out to be painted as well. I wished you had done my fingernails. In fact, I wished it were I that was dressing up to go out. I wanted to just dress up as a girl and walk out the door into a new life as a woman.

"But when you told me that I didn't have to wear your panties any more, I thought I'd die. I couldn't bring myself to even looking at my boring old underpants. I had to buy myself my own panties. I've been wearing them ever since. I just didn't know how to handle having to decide to wear to wear them myself. It was as if you had renounced my permission to wear pretty clothes.

"So please, Lorraine. I'm begging you. Please dress as a girl. Make me pretty. Teach me what I need to know about being a woman - makeup, jewellery, hair. I'll do it all, whatever you say. I can't stand having to deny myself feeling feminine. I want to be able to wear all the same clothes that you do. I'll do whatever it takes even if I have to become a girl."

I was speechless. I had hoped that things would go well but never in a million years did I think they were going that well. I was stunned by what I had achieved – I had rewired a male into a female! Quiet, conservative, shy Andrew was gone. In his place stood Andrea, a talkative, animated, whimsical female, begging me to craft her into a woman? Frankenstein had nothing on me.

"Andrew, I mean, Andrea, are you saying you want to become a woman, or do you just want to dress as a woman?"

"It sounds crazy, I know. But I just don't want to be a man any more. I never was much good at it anyway. When you suggested we could become girlfriends together, my heart just sang. All I could hear inside was – 'Yes! Yes! Yes, please! That sounds just perfect. I do want to be Andrea… forever! Andrew can just go to hell. He was in hell anyway. Being Andrea is what I want. It is heaven!'

"I know you probably can't relate to any of this, but I beg you to help me. I'll do anything for you. We could be lesbian lovers together if you like. Please don't be put off. You've seemed to relate to me well enough as Andrea. And you don't have to worry that you might be forcing me into anything against my will. I want this! I'm so grateful to you for introducing me to this but I love this so-o much I can't stop now. I need you to help me. I want to be a girl like you!"

"Well I guess I don't have much choice in the matter, do I? I said trying to look and sound as sombre as I could. "But there'll have to be a few rules…"

"Anything, Lorraine. I'll do anything so long as I can stay as Andrea."

"First of all, I want you to put everything you've said to me so far in writing including a few details you seem to have forgotten – That it was you that first asked me to allow you to wear my nightie. How it was you that insisted on wearing my panties. How you had the idea to buy a teddy and hose for yourself after watching me looking through some in a shop. I had no idea what you were up to until you surprised me by showing them off to me. Then when I was waxing my own legs you suddenly decided you wanted yours done as well. Only you wouldn't stop there. You decided to do your entire body!

"Through all this eccentricity, I of course tried to dissuade you, even ignore you, until you begged me to help you become Andrea fulltime, a name you've chosen for yourself. Then sign the document two times, once as Andrew and once as Andrea, with the following words underneath - 'Andrew Miller for the last time, Andrea Miller from now on'. Only after doing this will I even consider what you've asked of me. If you really want me to help you with this, then you must accept full responsibility for all of it yourself."

"That's just fine with me. Consider it done!"

"And I just want you to know that since you are so obviously keen to become Andrea, then there will be no half measures. I am going to give you as thorough an education in what it means to be a girl as I possibly can. You will do exactly as I say from now on. If you so much as even moan about any of my instructions, I'll publish your note on the Internet with before and after photos so that everyone can see what a pathetic excuse for a male you've turned out to be."

"I've no problem with any of that. I don't care where you publish my note. Trust me, you will not get any complaints from me. When can we start?"

"After you finish your note, bring it to me with every single item of Andrew's clothing in stuffed in garbage bags. I mean everything… underwear, shoes, pants, t-shirts, aftershave…. If you so much as leave out even one item I will make you one sorry little girl. We can begin as soon as you've done all of this.

"Oh, Andrea, this is so exciting… We're going to make you such a pretty girl… You'll always be thankful you made the choice not to go back to being that boring old Andrew ever again."

  

Chapter 25 – The Birth of Andrea

There is nothing remarkable about what happened from here excepting that I did publish Andrea's story on the Internet even though she remained totally compliant as the little dear had promised she would be. I can't explain the morbid sense of pleasure I got from humiliating Andrew with such finality. Andrew was well and truly dead now. By his own words, 'Andrea Miller from now on'. Long live Andrea!

Andrew's own request to be dressed in women's clothes had to be met with the most satisfying moment of his entire life. I had given such a moment a lot of thought. I chose Andrea's first clothes very carefully determined to make this a life defining moment that not only left an indelible mark on her very soul but also had her yearning for more. I wanted to attack all of Andrea's senses at once. I lit a candle in what would soon become our room, sprayed some perfume into the air, and had her stand naked except for her V-string repeating those words out loud, 'Andrea from now on' over and over...

I rolled on the adhesive and carefully pressed the pair of breast forms onto her chest. I then had her hold them in place on the pretext of not wanting them to slip while waiting for the glue to dry. More importantly I wanted her to feel her new self, all the while repeating her affirmation over and over - 'Andrea from now on'.

I could feel her heart miss a beat as I brought out her first bra - a stunning pastel pink one with embroided flowers and a beautiful big bow in front. I didn't even need to say anything more as she automatically returned her hands to her now cupped breasts without missing a single beat of her mantra.

As I produced her matching panties, however, she took such a deep gasp I wondered if she had feinted. No sooner had she slipped them on then she was stroking her crotch as if masturbating like a woman.

They say "Pretty in Pink" so I chose a flouncy pink dress for her in a sheer fabric with a soft underskirt so that Andrea would not only see its beauty but also feel the delicate lining dancing against her soft hairless skin. I chose a pair of white pointy-toed mid-calf boots because they were so different to anything a self-respecting man would ever wear.

Through it all, Andrea didn't seem to care one bit about the uproar she was about to cause at home and at work. Her parents, not understanding at all what had happened least of all how to deal with it, kicked her out. She was, of course, also fired from work since having a transsexual working in the men's clothing section made no sense at all to anyone. Andrea had to move in with me into my room till we could find her a suitable job. This made her even more reliant on me.

   

Chapter 26 – The Final Sum-Up

Andrea's fate was sealed even further once we moved into our own flat. She was now totally at my mercy and I intended to take full advantage of her from the start. Apart from tantalising her with all manner of feminine attire I would bring home for her, she had to 'earn her keep' by taking over all the domestic duties of the house. This included all the washing, ironing, cooking, cleaning, the grocery shopping… everything!

Far from complaining about this she seemed to revel in it. We complemented each other perfectly, me in my role as the professional working woman, she in hers as the housebound homemaker.

In the bedroom, she was my sex slave. Her job was to keep me fully satisfied. I showed her my penis on the night we moved into our sanctuary together and spelled out her sexual obligations from the start. She was never allowed to so much as see her own member least of all touch me with it in any way. Only after she had brought me to ecstatic orgasm was she ever allowed to tend to herself.

In return, I rewarded her by bringing her lots of new clothes to wear and by occasionally taking her out on dates. You cannot believe how excited she was to put on her black bell-neck top and a long curved-hem skirt with her red wrap when we went out to celebrate our new life in our new home together. The necklace, the earrings, the handbag, the shoes… she even had me spellbound and gasping to breathe.

My own sexuality seems somewhat more confusing. There's no doubting my own desire for femininity. I will never surrender my life as a woman and everything that this entails, from the gorgeous sleepwear I don by night, to my sales prowess and the professional women's wear that has seen me rise to being appointed the manageress of Women's Wear by day.

Yet through it all, I can't start to explain the charge I get from my total control over Andrea. She is the woman I've crafted to satisfy my own needs. While she is only months away from having her penis removed forever and replaced with her real-life vagina, I remain content to continue to release my sexual desire through my penis.

In fact I can't wait to enter her new passage and explode my semen throughout her insides to officially stake my new territory. This will be my ultimate ego trip, ahead of all my personal achievements, to have transformed a man into a woman so completely that we end up becoming such perfectly matched partners. While it is highly unlikely to consummate this process further by getting her pregnant we have already put our names down to adopt a child of our own. The thought of seeing her breastfeeding keeps me hankering for the future. In fact, I think I'll get her started on some lactation drugs soon after her operation to get her into practice. If nothing else, it will surely spice up our love life even further.

  

The End

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