Changes

by DeeDee Delano

 

There I was dancing my heart out on stage, giving my all as Vickie always demanded of me. I had all the guys along the bar turned on, stuffing dollars into my g-string whenever I would get close enough, or into the front of my bra when I would bend down and expose my hard nipples to them.

I was really into what I was doing, twirling and spreading, cupping and squeezing, when I looked up and caught the eye of a man standing just behind the regulars. I felt my heart skip a little as a smile crossed his handsomely rugged face, he was smiling at me.

"Jeez", I thought, "Don't tell me I'm starting to go for these guys!" I guess I didn't need an answer as I found myself directing my dance toward him. When I felt I was loosing his attention, I dropped my bra down and exposed my breasts. The crowd was screaming and whistling as I cupped the firm flesh, my rigid nipples peeking out between my fingers and pointing directly at the tall stranger. I turned and wiggled, wanting him to see my round sculpted ass cheeks. I laid down on the stage and spread myself wide, caressing the insides of my thighs as the crowd went wild, throwing money at me as I humped up and down in mock intercourse. The song ended and I quickly gathered up the money and ran to my dressing room as another girl entered the stage.

I sat at my dressing table looking at myself in the mirror, wondering who and WHAT I was. I had thrown on a tiny chemise after removing my costume, which accented the large, firm implants that Vickie had purchased for me. I cupped them in my hands feeling their weight as I gently squeezed, watching the thick dark nipples peek out at me through my fingers. They felt so good to me, the nipples so sensitive to Vickies mouth and caresses. I loved the way they felt when I walked, how they hung when I bent down, the way they swayed when I danced. I stood and looked at my body, it was beautiful to say the least. Vickie had paid for the best reconstructive surgeon in Europe. He had sculpted every inch of me, from rib removal to lipo suction on my waist, adding fat to my hips and buttocks, breasts implants, did my nose and cheekbones, and added permanent eyeliner, lashes, and lip enlargement. They even changed my voice. I turned and looked at my perfectly rounded ass and well tapered legs in my heels. I turned and faced the mirror again, lifting the hem of the chemise. This was the most amazing I thought, that perfect "V" meeting my abdomen to my upper thighs. I opened my legs and took in my breath as I viewed the soft pink folds sliding down and disappearing between my thighs. My fingers touched there, slowly moving downward. Pressing inward gently, feeling the opening and pushing slowly inside, marveling at the feeling. Vickie had given me a new life and I was devoted to her, to her every wish and command, whatever she desired of me I would do, I loved her so much.

It had been that way ever since we married, almost ten years ago, as man and wife. From the start she was the head of the house, always leading me and taking control. I had always been a shy man, quiet and introverted, small in stature, only 5'5" tall and always thin. Vickie's strength and power seemed to only enhance our relationship and she seemed pleased that I was so willing to accept her position as the head of the house and obvious control over me.

Her mother was also pleased that she had married me and had on many occasions taken me aside to help "train" me as she put. She knew I would be easy to control and began to take me to her house on the weekends and teach me to clean and do her laundry, as well as other duties. Vickie never objected to her mother intervening and had told her how special it was that they had someone whom they could share.

One day, about a year into my "training", things took a sudden change. "You act like a maid, but you don't look like one!" Mother told me. "Time to change that." She told me to remove my clothes! I was shocked but she insisted, and after a little threatening, I did as I was told. I stood there in front of her, beet red and naked as she examined me, ordering me to turn around and around. She motioned for me to come closer and when I was right in front of her, she reached out and took my limp penis in her hand. I was so scared that her touch didn't cause me to become aroused. She seemed amused by that and cupped my balls and began to massage me. I groaned as my small penis began to grow and within moments she was gently stroking me, threatening me not to come on her carpet or she would put me over her knee. She suddenly stopped and ordered me to get some Kleenex and return. I did as she requested and when I returned she demanded that I continue what she started, she told me she wanted to watch me cum. I was so embarrassed as I began to stroke my now aching cock as she sat back and watched. "I want to see my little boy shoot his cum." She cooed, urging me on. The scene was so bazaar that I was becoming excited and within minutes I was grunting and shooting my cum into the Kleenex.

She hardly waited for me to finish before she called Vickie to tell her what had just occurred. "I can't have this here!" She said loudly into the phone. "You have to do something, now!!" Within moments she was smiling and nodding her approval and she hung up, telling me to continue with my chores but not to dress. I dared not question her orders and was vacuuming when Vickie walked through the door. I again was embarrassed beyond belief, trying to hide myself from Vickie, but mother caught up to me and made me join them in the living room. They both sat on the couch, looking at my nakedness as they decided my fate.

"You're right mom." Vickie told her mother. "It isn't a very pretty sight to have in your house and we certainly can't have him getting excited over you, so first and foremost, we need to change his look." Vickie opened the large bag she had carried in and pulled out a black maids dress, complete with white apron and head bib.

"Come here sweetie" Vickie said softly to me. I walked nervously over to them and stood waiting while Vickie rummaged through the bag.

"This will be best for all of us." Vickie told me without looking up. "You know how much I care for you, and I want whatever is best for us both. You need to accept my judgment, that this will strengthen our relationship, for all three of us." She pulled a pair of pink nylon panties from the bag and handed them to me. "Put these on."

I hesitated for a moment, still confused about what was happening. Vickie looked up and gave me that "Look" both of them have and I gingerly stepped into the panties and pulled them up, enjoying the feel of the silky fabric against my skin. Vickie knew only too well that I loved the feel of her underthings, as she often would tease me when we were in bed. She would often remove her panties and hold them to my nose or slide them over my head so I could smell her as we made love. She would rub them across my nipples or wrap them around my penis and make me come in them.

Vickie handed me a slip next and stood to help me into it as well as the dress and apron. She then had me sit between them on the couch as I struggled with the stockings and high heels. When I stood up again I wobbled on the heels and turned to model for them as Vickie had ordered me to.

"Not bad but the face and hair are no good!" Mother grumbled. Vickie quickly produced a wig and fitted it on me before leading me to the bathroom. She shaved me and added makeup, eyeliner, and lipstick before we returned to her mother. Mother looked me over and smiled her approval. "Now that's the man I pictured for you." She laughed. "Come here sweetie, come to momma." She said to me holding out her arms. I hobbled over to her on my new heels and stood in front of her. She raised the hem of my dress and touched the front of the panties. "See, she's still too excited about being girlish, that must go!" she bellowed to Vickie. She then looked up at me. "But you look much better. From now on when you are here you will change into this uniform and I will help with your makeup so you'll be presentable." She said to me.

From that first day, one or two days a week were spent at mothers house, in training. She taught me how to walk, to put on makeup and to be ladylike. Over the next several years I became a changed person learning all the things that made women feminine and starting to really enjoy it. My eyebrows had been plucked and lashes added, my body was completely shaven and I had started on hormone therapy. I was at first too embarrassed to go to work but Vickie insisted. At first there were lots of second looks but that only lasted a few days and after a while no one seemed to notice I was becoming more feminine, nor did they care. After all this was L.A. and I worked in the studios where nothing was unusual.

Within another year the only time I was a male was at work. As soon as I was home, I would change into my feminine attire and take over as homemaker, cleaning and preparing the food. Even our lovemaking had changed, Vickie insisted that as a woman I needed to learn how a woman pleases another woman. I would spend hours between her velvet thighs learning to tongue her until my jaw would ache. Not only her, but her mother as well began to "train" me in this art, allowing me an hour a day to pleasure her, usually up under her skirt, as she would give instructions. To complete my transformation, her mother instructed, I needed to learn how it felt to be a whole woman, and began to manipulate me anally. At first she would just use her finger while I would orally pleasure her, but then she introduced anal plugs. I would wear these throughout the day, and each week she would use a larger size, until it would become almost comfortable for me. After 4 weeks she had me on my hands and knees while she would use a long thick dildo on me. It was extremely painful in the beginning but over time that too gave way to pleasure and I began to look forward to her lessons.

Vickie was so supportive and praised me for my progress, especially after the anal training. She said that mother had told her I was ready and that night when we went to bed Vickie told me to get on my hands and knees as I had for her mother. I was excited and anxious, wondering what was in store for me. Vickie was behind me, her hands were on my hips, I could feel something probing my anus.

" Now you can be a real woman. All the times you were inside me, now I will be inside you darling." Vickie said as I felt the dildo slide deep inside. Vickie grunted and began moving her hips, driving the thick dildo in and out. "Feel it sweetie, feel my cock in you?" She moaned as she moved faster. "I want to be able to make my baby come, can you come for me?" Her hand reached under me and was playing with my stiff penis as the dildo went deep into my ass. I felt the excitement in her and began to push back as she drove into me. Our bodies seemed to merge, I felt the heat rising, my body giving in to the perverse pleasure,………….then Aaaaagh, I was coming, my body writhing under her in a most intense orgasm.

That became a regular routine for our lovemaking as well as my pleasuring her, and that year for my birthday she surprised me with a trip to Europe, to the Doctor who changed me forever. The construction of my vagina and labia was the final triumph, which the Doctor said was the best he had ever done. After eight months in Europe, I returned to the U.S. as a new woman.

It was now obvious that I could not return to my old job, so Vickie arranged for me to begin a new career as a dancer, and got me employed at "The Hot Spot", a strip club. At first I only waited tables, too afraid to try dancing, even though Vickie had another stripper teaching me for weeks. Over time, and a lot of pinching and groping, I decided that a bunch of drunks wouldn't notice anything anyway and gave it a try. Within six months I was the star attraction and was signed to an exclusive contract making $1000.00 a week plus tips, which always were several hundred a night. I was making more than I ever dreamed working for the studios.

Standing there in front of the mirror and looking at the woman staring back at me, I was in awe at what a beautiful woman I had become. My new life had been a surprise to me but I was so pleased that I had met Vickie and learned who I truly was.

The knock at the door startled me back to reality and I turned to see Jake the owner step inside. "A little added feature tonight Angel. A guy came in tonight and really took to you and he wanted to know if you did private shows. I called Vickie and she said it was a go. The guys outside now so I'll bring him in and you're on your own, whatever happens is between you two." With that He stepped out the door and let the man inside. Standing there was the man I had seen while I was dancing, and I felt that same heart flutter. I couldn't help but smile at him and he grinned right back. "Hello." I said in a soft voice.

He walked over and sat on the couch. He pulled a wad of bills from his pocket and threw them on the counter. He slouched down and patted his lap.

"Come here baby," He ordered. "I want a lap dance." I was shaking I was so scared he would know my past, but at the same time I was excited and knew I would not refuse. "Okay," I said. " But you know there is no touching, right?" He nodded and patted his lap again, holding out his big muscular arms.

I walked slowly over to him and straddled him, my knees leaning against the couch on either side of his legs. I reached over and turned on the speaker for the stage as I slowly lowered myself onto his lap. I began to move with the music. His eyes were burning holes in my flesh, examining every inch of what he could see under the thin chemise. I was getting excited, wanting to be able to turn him on. I was getting into the music now, into my role, my hands over my head, my body moving like liquid as I swayed back and forth feeling my naked breasts brushing against the thin nylon.

Without thinking my hands went to my breasts, cupping them, squeezing, as I began to grind into his lap. I could feel his big hardon pressing into the cheeks of my ass and I began to ride it. He was pushing up to meet me as I slid back and forth over that stiff cock, wanting to touch it, wanting to make him come.

I began to pull the chemise over my head, moaning as I bounced against his throbbing meat. His mouth was covering my nipple the moment it was exposed, my hands went to the back of his head pulling him closer, and I knew I was having my first experience with a male. I groaned my approval as his hands began to search my body as I continued to gyrate on top of that hard cock. I no longer wanted to just tease and slid from his lap onto my knees in front of him. I undid his pants and quickly reached inside and pulled free a perfectly shaped cock, thick and long, the head like a purple mushroom.

I made a fist around his cock and sighed, I could feel the saliva building up in my mouth as I pulled it toward my lips. I looked up to see him watching intently, his mouth partially opened as I lowered my mouth onto him. I quickly moistened my lips and let his cock slide smoothly into my mouth as he let out a long low moan. I began to pump him in and out of my mouth like a pro, running my tongue around the bulbous head, tasting his precum.

I couldn't believe how excited I was to be with a man as I deep throated his engorged cock. I wanted this guy to take my cherry, to give my virginity to him, I wanted to feel him fuck me.

I could feel him getting too excited and slowed my pace, pulling him free from my mouth and crawling back onto his lap. I held myself above him as I reached down and guided the juicy cock to my virgin pussy and slowly let myself sink down onto it. I groaned as I felt him filling my insides, the feeling was amazing.

"Oh God, just fuck me!" I moaned in his ear and he began to thrust up into me. His hands were on my face, holding me as his mouth closed over mine, his hot tongue deep into my mouth, my tongue twisting and turning around his, sucking on it like it was a cock. His hands were squeezing my breast, tweaking the nipples, leaning me back.

"You are one hot little slut." He growled at me as I threw my head back and moaned.

"I want some of that big round ass of yours." He said pushing me off his lap, his cock popping free, waving obscenely in the air. He lifted me like a child as he stood and turned me over the arm of the couch. He pushed my legs apart and straddled me, and I felt his big cock pressing into my ass. I grunted and groaned until he was deep inside of me. His hand came down on my ass, slapping first one cheek and then the other.

"This ass is made for fuckin' babe!" He grunted at me as he grabbed my hips and began to pound into me. My feet were off the floor as he slammed into me, his balls slapping my ass cheeks. "You like getting ass fucked don't you slut?" He growled at me. "Oooh fuck me." I moaned back. "Oh yes, fill my big ass."

Then I was gasping as I began to have an orgasm, a blinding huge orgasm. "I'm going to cum!!!" I screamed. That was all he could stand, grunting loudly and gripping my hips as he plunged into me one last time, his cock shooting stream after stream of hot cum up my ass. He stood motionless for several minutes before he let me go with a deep sigh. He grabbed the Kleenex from the dresser and wiped himself before he pulled up his pants. I just lay there, draped over the couch arm like a limp rag.

He pulled me up and held me while he gave me a gentle loving kiss. "You're good baby." He told me as he walked to the door. "I'll see you in another week or two."

As the door closed behind him, I marveled at how gratified I felt at being able to please him, and I knew at that moment there would be many more to come. I picked up the money and counted ten one hundred dollar bills, and I was already thinking about our next meeting.

I wanted to hurry now and get dressed, I couldn't wait to get home and tell Vickie all about it……

  

  

  

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