Dominant Jean                 by: Rachel Ann Cooper                ©1998

 

"Jean, am I really doing this?" "Yes, but you don’t HAVE to do anything. I thought you wanted to. Your brother did it first." "I suppose. I just didn’t think it would go this far." "Well, I’m sorry, but if you love me, you’ll do it and you know why." "Alright. I’m committed. I really do love pretending. It won’t be all that much different. I won’t say any more about it. Well, what I really mean is, I won’t try to back out anymore. I’m sure I’ll have lot’s more to say." "Good. Then that settles it. We’ll be there within the hour."

In telling you this very intimate story about myself and Danny, you are going to need some background so, here it is. I had been one of two sisters. Our father was a drunk and an abuser of women. He slapped my mother around a lot and I think I came to feel those slaps almost as much as she did up until I entered puberty at age 12. I was the oldest, and he started on me first. By started, I mean he began forcing himself on me then, and there was nothing either my mother nor I could do to stop him. He continued to rape me continually until my mother divorced him three years later. I never dated in high school as a result. It wasn’t that I hated men because of my father but I certainly was afraid of them because I knew their potential for harm and I had already had enough sex to last me a long, long time.

My mom never did get a very good paying job after he was gone, so she couldn’t afford to send me to college. I did manage to attend the local community college though and became a secretary with a nationally known aluminum manufacturer. That’s where I met Danny. I had been without a man and celibate for too long I guess, and I succumbed to his charms. He was quite charming and sweet and the same size as me, just 5'6" and was possibly the most non-threatening male person I’d ever met.

He seemed almost as harmless as another girl. I guess that charm and non-threatening status was all I needed to encourage me to date him and soon, he had won my heart. He was just so sweet and so unlike my father. We had dated about six months and he asked me to marry him. I couldn’t resist. The thought of even a semblance of a normal life for me was just too tempting.

We were married at his church with the congregation and our remaining families in attendance. His brother, who was with the government in a hush hush job managed to attend. They were very much alike back then, size and personality wise. Mark disappeared after that and didn’t resurface until about a year later a very different person. His dad gave me away since I didn’t have a Dad. Danny was 23 and I was 21. That was two years ago.

I think we have had a happy marriage so far, although over the past year, somewhere deep inside me, the old fears resurfaced and I actually started becoming afraid of Danny. It was stupid, I know, but I couldn’t change it so I decided that maybe I could change HIM instead, make him totally, 100% non-threatening so I could finally have some peace. The only way to do it was change him into a girl. In my state approaching panic, this was the only solution I could reason out.

I began to assume the role of the dominant one in the family and in bed. Danny actually seemed to enjoy this and that in itself was encouraging and so I slowly began assuming more of the usual masculine role in our marriage.

One night about three months ago, I saw my chance to really begin in earnest. He was lying there naked in bed waiting for me and I took my nightgown, the black satin one, and dragged it across his body from head to toe. Then I did it again. "Stop that Jeannie." "I hear your mouth saying stop Danny, but that isn’t what your body is saying. Look at you. You’re rising to the occasion. You like the feel of my satin nighty, don’t you?" "Well, yeah, I guess I do. So?" "Would you be a real sweety and wear it for me? I’d really get off on seeing you in my pretty nightie hon. Please?" "You have an unfair advantage Jean. Your evidence is staring you right in the face." "It certainly IS! Will you do it?" "Okay. Give it to me." When he let it slink down his body, I knew then that my dream was possible. It might take a while, but it was possible.

Of course, I immediately began complimenting him on how cute he looked in it and asked him how it felt. "I never felt anything like this before Jean. This is really nice. Am I sexy enough for you now?" "Oh yes baby. Come here while you’re still standing and let me run my hands ALL over you. Oh, you feel so sexy like this. I just can’t resist you."

My gushing was, of course, part of my planned reward system for my sweetie. Whereupon I pushed him down on the bed and ‘took’ him as though he were a girl and he loved it. It took very little urging after that to get him into a slinky nightie and it soon became the rule, even when we didn’t have sex on our minds and we really didn’t that often but with him in a gown, I was more interested and he was more demure and responsive. My plan, at least this part of it, was starting off nicely. He wore boxer shorts and it took me another month to initiate step two.

"Danny? You seem to love your nighties. Why don’t you get out of those scratchy old boxers and try these," I asked, as I held up a lovely pair of French cut panties, the closest thing I could find to a men’s boxer. Well, despite his love of the gowns, he was put back a little by all that lace. "Danny, just feel them in your hand. Aren’t they wonderfully soft and sensuous?" "They are, Jean. They really are. Alright. I’ll try them."

(Just like a car salesman wants to get you to sit in the car, I knew that if I could get him loving the feel of things, I stood a better chance). "Oh, good, because I got you seven pairs." "You expect me to actually wear these ALL the time?" "Well, that’s what we do darling. We wear our panties all the time and won’t it be fun knowing how sexy you are underneath your boy clothes?" "Yes, I guess that would be kind of a turn on like I’m being naughty and daring someone to catch me. All right, I’ll do it, just for you sweetheart." "Oh, thank you Danny. I just know you will come to love them the same way you do your nighties." I was certainly hoping that would be the case.

After a few days, he was hooked. "Well, you were right Jeannie. These panties really are wonderfully sexy. I really do enjoy wearing them and I can even get to myself through the leg opening . I was afraid I’d although it IS a bit of a bother. I thought I would have to sit down to pee all the time. That was a major part of my resistence to them." "They look very nice on you Danny. I’m so glad you like them."

That was certainly true. Part two of the plan would be left in place for a while before step three.

That step didn’t take as long as the step from gown to panties. The combination of the two seemed to be cumulative. That was a benefit I hadn’t counted on as I wanted this to move on as quickly as it was feasible. "Honey, would you like to try something else very sensuous?"

"What did you have in mind Jean?" "These." "Hose and a cinching garter belt?" "Sure. You wouldn’t believe how sexy it is having your hose tugging at those garters all day, knowing that your legs are encased in soft, sexy nylon with your waist nipped in to a sexy 24 inches. Besides, it’s cold out and they will keep your legs warm too."

"Really sensuous, huh? And warm?" "You won’t know until you try it." "Okay. How do I do this?" "First, get naked. The cincher is the first thing you put on." " There, just hook each eye until you’ve got it on to just underneath your bust, then sit down at my dressing table and I’ll show you. Now roll up the hose in your hand. Now slide it up your leg and then attach it front and back and do the same on the other one. Be very careful. They are wonderfully sheer. That’s it. I think tonight you’d better let me give you a manicure honey. You don’t want you to ruin your nylons with a bad manicure. Now pull your panties up and you’re done. You did very well for a first timer. How do they feel?"

"Just like you said only I think the hair on my legs is getting in the way of the full sensations." "No doubt about that honey. Maybe you ought to consider shaving them sometime? I remarked, and let it drop. From that day forward, my little sweety did wear his hose and panties and gowns and I was even more ravenous in my sexual appetite, a fact that he appreciated. I really think he likes my being in charge, at least I’m pressing forward on that assumption.

"You were right again Jean. This whole fabric/girl thing is really sensuous and I do love the reminder that my garters give me. Although, one of the girls in the office has noticed my new waistline which accentuates my butt and gave me a profuse compliment today. She told me I have a very sexy bod. All I could think of to say was ‘thanks’".

It didn’t occur to me until later whether she meant sexy guy or sexy girl but the moment was over and I surely didn’t want to bring it up again."

"Well, if you’ve got it, flaunt it, I always say. It does give you a cute figure honey, almost as cute as mine, with a couple notable exceptions, of course." "I can’t compete there Jeannie, that’s for sure." It took me two more weeks before I moved again. I just had to get him thinking bosom. "Want to try something else to remind you how sexy you are baby?" "What’s that? Oh, that’s really pretty Jeannie. Yes, I’d like to try that. What’s it called?" "A camisole darling and they are very slinky with a pair of pants or even as a top with a half slip. Some girls even wear them as a top with jeans and no bra. Here, it’s white so it won’t show under your shirt."

[Danny: ‘I think I just stepped over the edge with this one. Oh, this feels so nice next to my skin. If I were a girl, I’d probably say ‘divine’. And to think I’ve been missing these great sensations all my 23 years. Bummer! Well, I’m not going to miss many MORE of them. I’m beginning to think Jean is trying to really feminize me completely though and I don’t know how I feel about that. But everything she has given me is so nice and so sexy, how could I not want to wear it? Time to take inventory. She’s got me in a panties and a nightgown at night and hose, cincher, panties and camisole at work and around the house. That’s pretty feminine. I wonder how she’d feel if I started ACTING feminine.]

[That might be fun to test her intentions. I think I’ll do that and see what she has in store for me next. I’ll copy some of the more feminine girls at work and see how she likes having a sissy for a husband. Maybe that will shut her down.] A week later after doing an in depth study at work, I felt sufficiently confident to spring my ‘girly’ act on her.

"Danny, what is with you honey? You’re such a sweety already and now, all of a sudden, you’re acting like you were raised a girl." "I don’t know, Jean. It just seems to fit the way I’m dressed underneath. I feel...I don’t know...rather feminine lately and well, you’ve been dressing me, urging me into more feminine apparel. Do you object if I act like a girl too? Get into the role, so to speak?"

I was sort of hoping she’d object but instead... "Honey, if you want to act like a girl, if you want to dress like a girl, I don’t object at all. I think you would look real cute, so go ahead and act anyway you want. I’d love to have a girlfriend to talk to." Well, THAT sure backfired. I rather like the freedom to camp it up some, at least around Jeannie. With all these feminine clothes on, it just seems natural, fun even. Maybe I’ll really blow her mind and start dressing on the outside too. Yeah. I’ll start with some mid heeled pumps, some flats and some girls slippers.

[Jean:

A couple days after Danny had begun acting like a girl around me, which made me wonder how he was acting at work, he came home with a big bag from a local shoe store and went to our room. He came back wearing a cute pair of ladies red leather mid heeled pumps, black ladies slacks and a white blouse. Well, my sweetie is finally seeing things my way. ‘She’ really is shaping up. Shouldn’t be long now until I can get ‘her’ into a dress and high heels. It’s been four months since we started this little project. Seems to be working out. I’m feeling more comfortable already.

A bit on the gushing side:

"Honey, you look absolutely darling. I had no idea you had such a cute figure. Those slacks really bring out that cute tush of yours too. And what pretty shoes too. I’m so proud of you darling. Do you like the way you look? Of course you simply must continue to act like a girl if you are going to really dress the part. I just love it. Please say you will."

[Danny:

Well, now I guess I know her intentions for sure. She wasn’t just interested in turning me on for sex, she wanted me this way all along. Well, I’m glad I didn’t disappoint her. She’s been so aggressive lately. Looks like she wants to wear the pants in this family. If she wants the responsibility, I’m almost inclined to give it to her. Might even be a welcome relief.]

"If you don’t mind my saying so hon, that picture could stand some more paint, like your face and hair and that blouse is nice but it lacks a certain, how shall I put this, authenticity?" "I know, Jeannie. I’ve thought about all those things but just coming this far has been difficult for me. I’ve always spent so much energy trying to compensate for my lack of height and manliness, this all makes me feel like I’ve lost the battle. I’m actually anxious to see the whole picture but I’m afraid I may really like it."

" I mean, for whatever reason, you seem to want me to be a girl and at this point, enjoying the clothing and how the girls seem to react to the new me at work, I’m not all that opposed to it but I don’t know how far we can take it." "I’m so glad to hear of your willingness honey. I know it’s my old hangup surfacing that’s caused this but I just can’t help it. It runs too deep, I guess. When can we really fix you up and see what kind of pretty girl you’ll make?"

"Give me a few days will you? I want to get used to what I’ve got on first before I venture any further into no man’s land, all right?" "Sure honey, whatever you say." Sure enough, Friday, my little hubby came to me and told me he was ready to experience the whole thing so I told him to take a nice bubbly soak and then get rid of all his body hair except the bush and come out in his terry robe and mules and we’d begin.

"Oh good. Your hair is still damp. We’ll want to put it in rollers first thing." Jean proceeded to put every last wisp of my hair into a roller and then began my transformation at the vanity table. She squirted some really foul smelling stuff on my hair and set a timer on the table. "Pay attention honey. You are going to want to know how to do this after you see how pretty it makes you." I gave him the complete treatment, perm, eyebrow tweezing and all. "Now, look at how I apply foundation. Don’t stop at the chin. Run down your neck some and be sure to blend it in so the line doesn’t show. The idea with foundation is that you really would prefer that it look like you’ve simply got perfect skin. That’s a joke for most of us. Next, I did ‘her’ eyes and put on some blush.

"You’ll need to practice all this and we need to get you proper shades for your coloring. Mine will do for tonight but after we get you all fixed up, we really should go out and get you your own. Would you like that Danielle?" "Yes, I’d like it but what is this with Danielle?" "Come on honey. I can’t call you Danny when you look so invitingly girlish. Danny is my husband. You...well, you are my girlfriend. OK?"

"Alright. I see the logic and Danielle is a pretty name too. I think I like it. I’ll bet you want me to be Danielle all weekend, don’t you?" "Will you?" "Yes dear. If that is what you want." "That is what I very much want sweetie." "Then I guess after makeup and hair, it’s time for a dress and high heels?" "How did you ever guess?" "Don’t go facetious on me, Jeannie. This is serious, life changing business here." "I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make light of your efforts to please me. I promise not to make light of my sweet girlfriend Danielle again." "Thank you. On behalf of pantied and perfumed husbands all over the world, we appreciate that." "Now look who’s being facetious." "Just couldn’t resist."

"Look how the makeup brings out your eyes honey. They’re two pools of blue fire. Look at a man too long with those and he’ll crumple before you." "That was not my plan Jeannie." "Just making beauty shop conversation dear. Get used to it." After his perm was neutralized and dried, I combed him out into a soft, fluffy page boy with bangs. Had to do a little trimming there. I don’t really think he knew at the time that he’d be dealing with that hair style on Monday. I spun Danielle around and applied some lipstick and viola! There was the girl of my dreams.

I picked out an appropriate full slip and dress for her as well as a pair of pumps with only 3" heels and helped her into her dress.

Alright girlfriend. Go look. "Oh my lord, Jeannie. I’m ...actually, rather pretty and I just adore the dress and heels. They really do a lot for a girl’s legs and feet, don’t they?" "Yes they do Danielle. I’m glad you are getting to appreciate some of the benefits of being a sexy girl. Now that you are all prettied up, let’s go out and get you some makeup and a proper fitting bra." "Can I really get away with it Jeannie?" "Honey, you, like it or not, are a girl tonight and no one in their right minds would think otherwise. Grab a coat and let’s boogie."

Jeannie drove us down to the local superstore, which was a good thing as it was getting a bit late to try shopping the other ones. I found that after waltzing around in two inch heels, the three inch were not that much of a challenge and I was acquiring that cute wiggle that men admire so much. I noticed how the girls at work did it. It wasn’t that hard to copy. I was pushing the cart down the isle in front of Jeannie with my coat slung over the handle when I heard a low whistle coming from in front of me. I’d been paying attention to what was on the shelves. I turned around, but Jeannie had a look of perfect innocence on her. Then I looked forward. Sure enough, there was a fellow about 30 at the end of the isle with an appreciative leer on his face. I smiled as sweetly as I could and we kept going...slowly.

"Well, now you’ve done it Danielle, you little sexpot. You just got your first wolf whistle. I’m just so proud of you. I guess you won’t worry about looking like a girl now, will you?" "I guess not Jeannie. That guy really took me by surprise. Gave me a little tingle too, if you want to know the truth." "Truth is good honey, but remember, you’re MINE."

"I wouldn’t have it any other way Jeannie." We managed to get out of there with some money still left in the bank and dumped a little more than we had planned on the bed. We did get ‘her’ some nice things and she even tried on some things in the ladies dressing rooms after getting her whistle. That was just what she needed.

Saturday morning, Danielle put herself together again, as we all do every morning. "Jeannie. What did you do to my hair last night? It looks almost as good as it did and I just slept on it." "Oh, that’s the perm honey." "PERM? Perms are permanent, aren’t they?" "Well, not really, but it will take a couple months before we can cut it out when your hair grows." "Oh, great. You mean I have to go to work with Danielle’s hair?" "We can minimize the effect. Here, let me show you.

I couldn’t get rid of the new body but brushed it into a semblance of a masculine style. Well, ok, a rather feminine masculine style, but that was the best I could do. He was stuck. I put it back to Danielle’s style. Lucky we hadn’t gotten his ears pierced yet or he would have had even more explanations to make. Then there was a knock at the door.

"Hi. Can I help you?" "Hello Jeannie." "You know me?" "Of course I know you. You’re my sister- in- law." "MARK?" "None other. Only now I’m Marcia. May I come in?" "Oh, where are my manners? Yes, of course. Please. What’s going on Marcia?" "I’ll tell you both together. Where’s Danny?" "Well, he’s not here right now Marcia. My girlfriend Danielle is though. Want to meet her? She’s pretty cute and you, well honey, you are just too pretty for words. I can’t wait to hear ALL about this. Danielle. We have a visitor. Come downstairs and meet her." "Coming Jeannie."

End part one

 

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