Patti's New Friend

by Anne Riley

 

I don't know how to explain all that happened to this point. I have a hard time understanding it and believing it myself. Yet, here I am, gagged and partially bound, writing this account.

Being bound and gagged is nothing unusual. We have been playing bondage games for years. However, we have never taken the dominance or submissive roles seriously. In the beginning, we switched back and forth frequently. But, for the most part, I have been the one to do the binding. What is surprising to me about this particular episode is that I am dressed in a mauve sweater, black-mini skirt and heels.

It started several weeks ago after we had finished a steamy love-making session. We were lying in bed cuddling and talking about nothing in particular when we got on the subject of fantasies. She asked if I had any specific fantasies. I said that the only thing I would like to do that I can't is to feel what it would be like for me to be female and make love to another female. Then I could feel what making love was like for her. Barring that, I'd like to at least feel what it is like to look female. You know, to have smooth legs, wear stockings, silky underwear and a bra and even high heels. To have long hair, wear make-up and skirts. We had a chuckle and I thought it was forgotten. After all, you never really expect fantasies to come true.

One Friday afternoon after that, when I came home from work, I was surprised to find that the blinds were all shut. Patti gave me a big kiss and said we had a quiet weekend to ourselves.

"Joe, why don't you go take a shower and freshen up before dinner?" she said as she gave me a hard smack on the ass. This could be the start of an interesting night.

She followed me into the bedroom and said sternly, "While you're in there, I want you to shave your legs and underarms as well as your face." I said something like, "Yeah, right". "Don't ask questions or talk back, she said, more sternly than I expected, "just do what I say". My mouth fell open, but I couldn't get any sound to come out. When I finally managed to talk, all I could say was "Yes, Ma'am." That was the most interesting shower I had ever taken. I was trembling from nervousness, excitement and anxiety. I had to be extra careful not to cut myself. The shower was long and hot. By the time I got finished I was almost as wet from perspiration as from the water.

"I put some lotion on the sink to rub on your legs when you are done", she called in. "It will help the stinging. Your clothes are on the bed, so don't take to long." It felt strange to rub the lotion on my smoothly shaven legs, but it also felt good. I came out of the bathroom and found the outfit she had laid out for me to put on. There was a black bra, matching panties, and black pantyhose. There was also a pair of jeans and a tight-fitting black turtleneck. I put the panties on first and tingled at the feel of the smooth nylon on my bare skin. Next, I sat down and put on the pantyhose. I had seen her do this hundreds of times, but doing it myself wasn't quite as easy. I liked the tightness on my ass and the smoothness of the pantyhose slipping against the panties. I tried to tuck my cock and balls back between my legs so there wouldn't be a bulge in the front. When I realized what I had just done, I was surprised. Why would I try to look more feminine? I finally managed to get this done and was fastening the bra when Patti walked in.

"This is certainly a different look for you," she said, "but you need a little help filling that out." She walked to the closet, pulled out some sewing materials and found some fiberfill for stuffing toys. She pulled out a handful and filled each cup of the bra, stopping to give each nipple a tweak in the process. "Finish getting dressed and come eat," she said, "We have a lot to do tonight." I slid the jeans over the hose and pulled the shirt over my head. I put on socks and shoes over the hose. I stopped to look in the full-length mirror before I left. The material of the shirt was thin and the tight fit made the outline of the bra show clearly underneath. I couldn't believe I was really doing this. But again, to my surprise I was enjoying every minute.

We had a Chef's salad she had put together while I was getting ready. It was delicious, but I had a trouble noticing what I was eating. I was just a little self-conscious about my appearance. I kept looking down at the breasts pushing out under the shirt. They weren't huge, but large enough to be very noticeable. Patti just ate and talked as if there was nothing out of the ordinary. When we finished, she said, "Get your coat, we have some shopping to do." This really floored me. She expected me to go out of the house like this? I started to object, but she stopped me.

"Don't worry," she said, "your jacket is bulky enough. Nobody will be able to tell what you have on underneath. Besides, I think your big boobs are cute." She was right about the jacket. The bulk of the coat hid the padded bra. With that taken care of , we were ready to go. Leaving the house was relatively easy. It was already getting dark and the walk to the car was short. I was making my first excursion into public dressed in women's clothing!

She drove us to a small shopping mall near our house. I was hoping we would be going someplace a little less public. As exciting as this was, I was still afraid I would be seen. As we got out of the car, a group of teenagers walked right past me. I held my breath waiting to see if there was any reaction. They continued walking into the mall. On our way to the entrance, she told me to unzip my jacket while we were in the mall. I did this but tried to hold it closed as much as possible. I couldn't bring myself to let myself be seen like this. Let's just get this over with so I can get back home and out of these clothes.

Our first stop was to a shop that sold wigs. "Go ahead, pick a style and color you would like," she said to me quietly. My heart was pounding so hard I could hardly think. I found a alburn shoulder length wig with spiral curls. I said, "This one looks kinda nice," trying not to sound too nervous. "That's the one I would have picked." she said. She bought the wig and gave me the package to carry.

Then it was off to our next stop. We went into a small clothing store at the end of one wing of the mall. She looked at several racks of clothes while I tried to look innocent and uninterested. She called me over to where she was. She glanced around to see if anyone was looking and held a red mini skirt up to my waist. I started to blush and move away, but she said in a quiet but distinct voice, "Hold still or I'll make you go into the dressing room and try it on. In fact, that's probably the best thing to do. Miss?"

I thought I would faint from embarrassment as she asked the girl who worked in the shop if it was OK if I went in the dressing room with her to see how the skirt looked. The girl said it was fine with her if I didn't mind. Before I could say anything, Patti said I didn't mind and she grabbed a couple of blouses on the way.

Luckily, there was no one else in the store at the time. The changing room was big enough for both of us and she said she would watch as I tried the clothes on. She also told me to turn around and not to look at the mirror until she said to. I took off my shirt and jeans and at her instruction put the blouse on first and then slipped the skirt over my head. Since I had carried the package from the wig store in with us , she took it out and put it on me. She opened her purse and took out her makeup bag. First, she put on some liquid makeup to hide my beard. She put some lipstick on me and a little blush. Then she told me to close my eyes while she applied the eye shadow. The mascara was the final touch and then she said I could look. I was afraid to see what I looked like in all of this, but at the same time, I couldn't wait to turn around.

I was shocked at what I saw. I have never considered myself to have feminine features. Don't get me wrong. I am not claiming to have been a remarkable beauty, but the image I saw in the mirror was not at all what I expected. What I saw was a relatively attractive, normal looking woman. Patti told me to take the skirt and blouse off and to put my own clothes back on. I was to leave the wig on and to carry my jacket instead of wearing it. Two hours ago, I would never have believed I would do anything like this. When I made the statement it would be interesting to feel what it would be like to be female, I never dreamed this. Yet here I was, ready to walk out into public view dressed as a woman.

The sales girl looked at me rather strangely. She gave me a shy smile and said, "You look nice." After paying for the purchases, we left the store and walked down the main part of the mall. I was shaking so hard I thought my legs would buckle. The mall was not crowed, but quite a few people walked closely by and didn't seem to pay any special attention to us. We went to the ladies room where Patti told me to go into a stall and put my new clothes on. I did this and left my tennis shoes on.

The next place we went was a shoe store. I tried on several pairs of shoes before we found what she thought was appropriate. I bought a pair of three-inch spike heels and a pair of flats. I wore the flats out of the store so I wouldn't have to worry about falling down.

We continued our shopping spree in the small accessories stores getting earrings, jewelry, nail polish and a handbag. She said she wanted me to have everything of my own and not to have to use any of her things. We looked at lots of things, trying to decide which went best with my outfit. Patti picked out two pairs of earings, one pair of three inch gold hoops, and a pair of two inch gold hoops. Then asked me which I liked better,when I said I like both pair she said good then picked up a one inch pair of gold hoops and said lets get all three pair,I said great,but I only have one set of holes in my ears. She said now you'll have three in each ear.Then we picked out a gold chain necklace. A couple of gold bracelets finished the set. Before we left the store I had three hoops in each ear.I put the rest of the jewelry on as soon as we left the store. I was beginning to feel more comfortable in my new role. It felt nice to be wearing soft feminine clothes and jewelry.

I decided to be brave and try the heels as well. We sat down on a bench while I changed shoes. The first steps were shaky, but not as bad as I thought. Within a few minutes, I was walking passably. The noise of the heels clicking on the tile floor made me more self conscious, but still, no one seemed to notice. We went into several more stores and bought another outfit; a black minidress, a fushia silk blouse, a pink bra and panty set and a slip. This time I went to the dressing room by myself. A final stop at the drugstore for nail polish and matching lipstick and we were ready to go.

The walk to the car was another new experience. The wind had picked up while we were shopping. The breeze over my stockinged legs and up my skirt was chilling and at the same time exciting. The feel of the smooth lining of the skirt over the pantyhose increased the coolness of the air.

By the time we got home, we were laughing and talking like we always did. I had become more comfortable in my new appearance and was no longer quite as embarrassed. While she painted my nails, we talked about our trip and my reactions to what had happened. After this was done, Patti said, "You know, that wasn't much of a diner tonight. Why don't we go out and get something to eat".

That sounds good," I said. As we got our coats, I realized that I was going out in public again, this time without any hesitation. We went to a small place near our house that had gourmet burgers with lots of toppings. I was a little nervous when the waiter came to take our order. When he was gone Patti leaned over and asked, "Did you see the way he was looking at you? He was definitely checking you out". "No way," I said.

When we finished our meal we decided to go home as it was getting kind of late. Finally, she said it was time to go to the bedroom and finish off the evening. She showed me a drawer in her dresser where I was to keep my "personal" articles. The clothes I could hang in the closet next to hers.

She then said, "Joe, you're enjoying this too much. I think you need to be punished." She pulled the box of bondage stuff out of the closet and told me to turn around. She put the blindfold over my eyes and tied it tightly in the back and told me not to move. She set a chair behind me and told me to sit down. She pulled my hands behind the chair and tied them together with a section of rope. Next she wound a rope tightly around my arms and chest, above and below my "breasts". She tied my ankles together and then to the legs of the chair. She did the same thing to my knees. I was completely bound. The only thing I could move was my head. She bent over to give me a kiss and as I opened my mouth, she stuffed the gag in. She ran her hands over my breasts, down my stockinged legs and under my skirt. She stopped to give my bulging crotch a big squeeze.

"I don't want you to miss any of this," she said, " so I am videotaping everything."

She pulled the blindfold off and I could see that I was facing the large mirror on our bedroom wall. The site of me with the wig and makeup, the bulging breasts, the skirt, stockings and heels just about drove me wild. I thought I was going to come right in my panties.

"I'll leave you for a while so that you can enjoy the view. I'll be back shortly."

I couldn't do anything but stare at myself. I was amazed at the transformation that had taken place. This had gone beyond my wildest imagination.

About an hour later, Patti came back in the room. I thought I had all the surprises and shocks I could take for one day. I was wrong. Patti's hair was cut in the short hairstyle that she knew turned me on,andit was a new color, red. She was wearing an skin tight white minidress. Without saying anything she began to untie me. She left the gag in and told me to strip for her before she began my punishment. I slowly unbuttoned my blouse and let it fall to the floor. I unzipped the skirt and slowly slid it down my legs. The heels and pantyhose came off next. Finally, the panties dropped to the floor. She told me to stop there and to lie face down on the bed. She put the leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles and fastened them to the corners of the bed. It wasn't long after that I felt the first sting of the whip. I moaned into the gag, savoring every second of what was happening to me. She continued whipping me for some time. When she stopped, I felt her hand reacking around for my hard cock.

Patti then untied the restraints and rolled me over, then she retied me back up. She then got out a razor and proceded to shave my entire cock, Patti then climbed on top of my throbbing cock and fucked me like never before.

When we were done she told me to put my panties back on and to get a nightgown from the top drawer. "I also want you to leave your bra on so you can feel your breasts every time you turn over."

We eventually drifted off to sleep. The next morning, she again told me to shave while in the shower and to put on the other outfit we bought. We spent the day together talking, shopping and having a good time. It again ended in a bondage session, where I am writing this account.

She finally added, "You know, it's nice having a new girlfriend. Especially one I don't have to worry about flirting with my husband. But, I guess if we are going to do this regularly, you need to have a new name. What do you think?"

"I've always liked the name Jo-Anne", I said.

To be continued

  

  

  

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