Pink Handed

by Jennifer White

 

When my wife Cindi informed me that she was going to be gone all day to the spa with a girlfriend, I was overjoyed. It wasn't very often that I had a whole day alone by myself. That meant one thing: I would be dressing up. I had such an overwhelming desire to wear women's clothes! Quite often, I'd imagine myself all dressed up. If Cindi was putting on her clothes, I imagined myself to be her, wondering what it felt like to have a nice tight bra supporting large firm breasts. I wanted that to be me!

And so when she was gone all day, I'd be able to dress in her things! I loved her with all my heart, and I tried my best to be a good husband, but there was a part of me that wanted to *be* her. And so I kissed her good-bye, promised to take care of some chores around the house, and I watched her drive off.

I *would* do the vacuuming and the dishes; but I would do it dressed up as a woman. That just seemed so exciting to me! I went up to our bedroom to get started. It was a pity that I couldn't shave my legs for this; but that would be a dead giveaway. The last thing I wanted was to get caught! We had been married ten years, and I had successfully kept it my little secret. This was the one thing I didn't share with my wife. Otherwise, we had a wonderful relationship. I felt bad that I help this back from her, but how do you tell your woman that sometimes you wish that you were one too? I was too afraid that she'd leave me, thinking I was some kind of freak. So I kept it from her, and only dressed up when the coast was clear, and there was no chance of being caught.

 

I went downstairs to my workshop. Under the workbench I kept a pile of boxes of power tools. And underneath that, was a blue plastic bin that held a few things I would need. My wig. My breast forms. My lingerie. A pair of heels in my size. I took them out, and returned to the bedroom. I went into our walk-in closet, and I started picking out what I would wear.

I took off my clothes, and got to work. First of all, I put on a new pair of panties that Cindi had recently purchased. They were thong style, with a little pink butterfly at the top of the back. From the moment that I saw them on Cindi, I knew that *I* had to wear them. I hated how much I bulged out in the front, which kind of ruined how the looked. Plus, just the thought of putting them on had made me hard. I went to the bathroom to jerk myself off, so I could get soft again, and stay that way for a while.

 

With that nasty chore done, now I could get back to dressing up. I put on a pair of black nylon leggings, to help hide the hair. Then I pulled on a girdle that helped reshape my middle, so it looked more like I had curves. Plus, it helped reduce the bulge between my legs, making it less noticeable. I needed a new girdle with a stiffer panel there, but I had no luck in finding one yet.

Now I put on my control top pantyhose, which had a very dark shade. Now my bulge was even less noticeable, and I loved how constricted I felt. Now for some work up top. I put on my long-line bra, and fastened up in back, which was quite a chore. But it stayed in place so much better than a regular bra. I wished I could wear on of those! But I'd need real boobs for that to happen.

I put on D-cup sized breast forms, and adjusted them into place. There. Now I was taking on a more feminine form, and I was ready for the next layer. Now it was time to decide: was I going to wear a skirt or pants? I loved how it felt to have a skirt swishing around me, and I could even wear a slip. But for some reason, today I felt like pants.

I took out a pair of light blue ones, that would come down to around the knee. I pulled them on, although they were a little tight on me. But the tighter the better, as long as I didn't break a seam or something. I admired myself in the full length mirror. With all the layers I had on, there was no bulge between the legs to be seen! It made me feel so feminine, and I loved it.

 

Now I picked out a top. Cindi had a wonderful new blue turtleneck, which I tried on. It was nice and tight, so it make my boobs really stand out. Plus, the long neck hid my Adam's apple from view. Perfect. I wished I could wear one of her cami tops, but then you'd be able to see that I had fake boobs, and the hair under my arms. I needed to hide as much of myself from view as possible.

I went over to the bathroom now, ready for the next job: putting on my wig. I put on a hair net, to keep my hair tucked in tight. Then I pulled my wig on, and used some bobby pins to attach it, so it wouldn't fall off. I wished I could grow my own hair out long and lovely like this! It felt heavenly to have long wavy hair falling all around my face, touching the tops of my shoulders. I brushed it and played with it until I was happy. Then I took out a butterfly shaped clip, and put it in my hair. Now it was time for makeup.

 

I wasn't the best at makeup, but I was getting better all the time. I was proud of what I could do with my eyes. By using just the right combination of mascara, eyeliner and eye shadow, I could make my eyes look sultry. After putting on a foundation, I used a shiny pink lip gloss to make my lips look full and pouty. Then I used some blush to make it look like I had cheekbones, but not too much! Too much blush made you look terrible, I thought.

 

Now the reflection in the mirror looked even more like a real woman staring back at me. I was elated, as I stepped into my heels, and spun around before the mirror. Now it was time for jewelry. I turned around to head to the dresser, where she kept everything in her little box. My jaw dropped. Standing there, looking at me with a smile on her face was Cindi!

 

My worst fear had come true: she had caught me red-handed. Or "pink-handed", to be more precise. I was standing in front of my wife, dressed up fully as a woman. There was nothing I could do to deny it. I didn't know what to say.

 

"Cindi...." I started.

"Shhh" she said, walking over to me, and smiling. "Tell me dear, when you're dressed like this, what is your name?"

"I, um, I'm... Gina" I said.

"Gina" she said, nodding her head. "That's a pretty name."

 

What was going on? She should be exploding in anger. She should be yelling at me for wearing her things. How could she just stand there and smile? I felt dread go through my entire body, down to the pit of my stomach. She was about to do something very bad, and I was going to have to take it.

 

"I told you I was going to the spa today with a girlfriend" she said.

I nodded my head.

"I want you to know that I didn't lie to you Gina...." she said.

 

She called me Gina! I felt stunned, as she continued.

 

"....I *am* going to the spa today with a girlfriend. And that girlfriend is *you*, Gina. Lets get you done, so you can come with me. That's right dear. You're coming with me to the spa."

 

I was just shaking. She wasn't mad; she wasn't upset. She was being *supportive*! She showed me how to fix a few things with my makeup and my hair. She helped me pick out a necklace and a bracelet. And then she did something really shocking: she had me take off my pants, pantyhose and leggings. She had me sit on the edge of the tub, and she used a sponge to wet my legs. Then she shaved my legs for me! I didn't know why she was doing this, but I didn't dare question it.

 

She dried off my legs, then rubbed cream on them, to soothe them and to make my skin softer. As the cream soaked in, she sprayed perfume on me as well, which I had never used before, because I had been afraid that it would be something I couldn't wash off, and it would get me caught. It felt so wonderful to *smell* like a woman.

 

Cindi had me put my pantyhose back on, but instead of her pants, she told me that she bought something special for me. She showed me: it was a skirt! It was light blue, knee length, with a small slit on each side. It was made of a heavy material, so it helped even more to hide the little bulge I had in the front. I admired myself in the mirror; I never looked this good before!

But Cindi wasn't done with me yet. She also had a pair of earrings, with a magnetic claps, so I could look like I had my ears pierced, even though they weren't. I looked so pretty. I *felt* like I was a girl now. I looked at her, feeling such gratitude.

 

"You want to know why, don't you?" she asked.

"Yes" I said.

"First of all, let me say that I've known about you doing this for years. You thought you were being careful, but a woman knows when someone has moved her clothes around. You stretched out some of my things. Or you put things away in the wrong place. Sometimes something I was looking for was missing, then it mysteriously appeared again. I've known all along that it was you."

 

I looked at her, blushing.

 

"But I realized something: one of the reasons I loved you so much, was that you weren't a typical macho man. In fact, I came to realize that it was your strong feminine qualities that made me love you. I did do anything about you dressing up, and in fact I've even done some subtle things to encourage it. You might notice a few things of mine you've worn, that *I* never put on. They were bought to tempt you, because I knew you'd love them."

 

I couldn't believe what I was hearing!

 

"And now, you're ready for the next step. Lets pick out a purse for you, then we can head out. We have an appointment at the spa. Come on Gina, time to get going!"

 

I looked through her collection of purses, and picked out a small red bag with a long strap. She nodded approvingly, then helped me fill it with makeup, money, a tampon, and more. She showed me how to carry it over my shoulder, then we put on our heels, and walked down the stairs.

 

When we got to the car, she opened the passenger door, and held it open for me. She drove, and that alone made me feel kind of weak; I always did the driving. Now she was in control of the car, as well as me. It was only now that I realized it: I was outside the house, dress up as a woman!

Cindi talked to me about all of her friends, giving me all of the latest gossip. Kathy was breaking up with her boyfriend, and Veronica said that Kaitlyn was interested in Jack, but Liz said he was a loser, and that she shouldn't waste her time..... and so on. By the time we got there, my head was spinning.

 

We made it to the day spa, and went inside. After we were greeted and signed in, we were shown to a room. We sat there for a few minutes, as I looked through a copy of Glamour, while Cindi read Vogue. Soon, two young women came into the room. They were both quite petite, and Asian.

 

"I am Kiko" said the first one.

"And I am Leniko" said the second one.

 

"Are you sisters?" asked Cindi.

"yes we are" replied Leniko.

"I can tell" she said.

 

Soon, Cindi had them talking about their family, how the came to this country, and more. I was always amazed at how good she was at conversation. If I sat down with two women, I'd have never been able to pry all that out of them. Women conversed so easily. I'd have to work on that if I was going to escape detection. So I joined in, talking to them as well.

 

As we chatted, we were lead to a room where there were comfortable seats that foot baths. Kiko had me sit down, and soak my feet. She pushed a button, and the warm water started to bubble. I sat there for five minutes, reading my magazine, as the water soaked on my feet. Now it was time for my pedicure to start. She began by massaging my ankles and my calves. It felt really good!

Then she moved us to different chairs. Kiko used some kind of file on the bottoms of my feet, and said "tsk, tsk" about how bad the calluses I had there were. She also admonished me at how I had not taken good care of my toenails.

 

"You need to come see me every few weeks" she said. "We'll get your toes in shape in no time."

 

Now she cut my toenails, filed them, and used a metal thing on the cuticles. She wiped my nails with some smelly clear stuff, and then dried them off. Now she used cotton balls to keep my toes separate, and she started to paint them!

 

"Cindi picked out the color, and said you two wanted to match."

"That sounds good" I said, watching as she applied the nailpolish to my little toes. She put on two coats, waiting in between for each coat try dry. Then she put on a clear topcoat. It was so strange to look down and see color on my toes!

 

Now we were led to another area, where the girls started to work on our hands. It was the same treatment all over again. A massage on the hands and wrists, trip and file my nails, do my cuticles, wipe the nails off with the smelly clear liquid, and then it was time to paint my nails.

 

"You should let your nails grow out longer" said Kiko. "They'd be so much prettier."

"She plans on it" said Cindi.

"Good" said Kiko. "I want to see your hands looking as pretty as they can be."

 

I smiled. I liked the idea of looking as pretty as I could be. I felt so special and so pampered as she worked on my fingernails, making them glow in the same shiny pink color as Cindi's. Nobody had ever treated me like this before, as if I was a woman. Nobody had ever shown an interest in making *me* look as pretty and feminine as possible. I was in heaven! I couldn't stop smiling, as we held our hands under some blue light things to bake the top coat dry.

 

 

After our nails were done, we said good-byes to Kiko and Leniko, and we were led to the next station. Here, we had our eyebrows waxed! There was just a second of pain, but when it was done, I couldn't believe how it made me look, to have such thin, neatly trimmed eyebrows!

I was admiring my new more feminine appearance, when a thought hit me: what about when I had to go into work on Monday? I couldn't go in looking like a woman! What was I going to do? I felt a sudden panic set in. Cindi seemed to sense this, and told me to calm down, that everything was going to be all right.

 

We had one more appointment at the spa: we both got our faces done by professional makeup artists. The woman who worked on me spent a lot of time to find the right colors for my complexion, and taught me *so* many things, as she redid my face. When she was done, it was remarkable how I looked!

I stood arm in arm with Cindi, as they took some photos, then printed them out as a souvenir of our visit. I looked at the picture of myself. If you didn't know that I wasn't a woman, you wouldn't have been able to tell. It kind of freaked me out in a way to see myself looking *so much* like a woman.

 

Now Cindi walked me down the street to a little cafe. We sipped hot tea, and I felt a shiver as I saw that my lips left sight pink stains on the cup from my lipstick. She showed me how to eat daintily, as we had a light salad. Then it was off for some shopping!

She took me around to several boutiques and stores in the area, where I tried on then purchased several new outfits for myself. We went to a shoe store, and I got new heels, and a pair of knee high boots to go with one of my new outfits. We went into a department store, where Cindi helped me buy cosmetics, so I could go for the look that the makeup artist had given me.

We hauled everything back to the car, and she drove off onto the freeway.

 

"Where are we going now?" I asked, excitedly.

"Somewhere fun. I'm sure you're woman enough to handle it."

 

Her comment made me feel proud, in that it made it sound as if she was accepting me as a woman. But it had been the first time all day that she had made any reference to me not being a woman. She had treated me as if I *was* her girlfriend, and not her husband. So it made me feel a little uneasy in a way as well.

 

"Sure" I said. "So where is this place?"

"Oh, not far" she replied.

 

That wasn't what I was asking her, and she knew it. Why would she not want to tell me where we were going? She drove down the street, then made a left at the light. A few blocks later, I finally saw the store. It was called "The Pink Boutique". We parked in back, and walked in.

The first thing I noticed, was that every shopper inside was a woman, as well as all of the help. Not a man in sight. The windows were covered, so that you couldn't see inside from the street, making the place somewhat private. The walls were plastered with pictures of handsome men wearing very little at all, perhaps just a thong, or a strategically placed hat. I blushed, seeing all of that!

 

The first section we went into was full of women's lingerie, as well as leather outfits that looked like what a dominatrix would wear. Cindi helped me pick out several sets of lingerie for myself, as well as one for her. It was exciting to look at all of the garters, teddies, bras, panties, stockings, and more! And even more fun to be buying some for myself.

 

We walked past a section that was full of sexy clothes for men (again, much of them leather), and into another area. My first reaction was to blush, then to feel a little sick to my stomach, as I saw what they were selling: every possible kind of dildo, vibrator and strap-on you could imagine!

The dildoes ranged from ones shaped like popsicle or rocket ships (in white, gold, leopard, pink, green, blue and more), to rows and rows of ones that were realistic, down to the veins and the skin color. Some of these even had balls attached. Then there were ones that looked exotic and weird. Some of these had one main shaft, and another little one that curved off, shaped like a strange feather or something. I realized what the second branch was for: to hit a woman's clit, and stimulate that, while the main part was deep inside of her.

 

"I'm going to buy myself a couple" said Cindi. "Take a look around, and I'll help you pick out a few for yourself too."

"Okay" I said, feeling weak in my knees.

 

I kept my attention more on the popsicle ones, not wanting to stare at a dildo that looked realistic. And I kept quite a distance away from the ones a woman could strap onto herself! I didn't want anything to do with those!

 

After a few minutes, Cindi showed me what she had picked out for herself. There was one called The Rabbit, which I won't even begin to describe. There was a white vibrator, that looked like an electric toothbrush gone wrong, and there was a very large realistic looking one.

 

"Now lets get some for you" she said, as she placed hers into our shopping cart.

 

"This one doesn't look too bad" I said, pointing at the gold colored one that reminded me more of a bullet than anything else. But she would have none of that.

 

"No dearie, I think you'll be much happier with this one. Hold it in your hand, and see how you like the texture."

 

She handed it to me. It was one of the ultra-realistic ones. It looked like I was holding an erect penis in my hands! It was way larger than I was when I got hard, and that was intimidating enough. But to look down and see something that looked like a man's cock in my hands... it made me feel sick.

But I didn't want to admit to her that I wasn't woman enough to handle it. So I touched it, and felt the texture.

 

"Imagine feeling that inside you" she said. "I *know* you'll enjoy that one the best."

 

She also talked me into getting another one that wasn't quite as realistic, but even larger in size. I put it in the shopping cart, and I was very glad to be leaving that section of the store! I was also glad that Cindi passed by the 'porn for women' section, and proceeded right to the register so we could check out. I felt *so* embarrassed, but the lady ringing us up didn't even blink. I guess she got used to selling stuff like this all day long.

 

We drove back home, and unloaded the bags from the car.

"I've been setting aside some of my old clothes that I don't wear anymore, just for you" said Cindi. "And with the things you bought today, you've got enough that its time we set up the guest bedroom just for you. Start hanging up your new things, and I'll bring in the clothes from my closet."

"Okay" I said.

 

I was getting my own room for women's clothes! That meant that this wasn't going to be a one time only thing; Cindi was going to let me do this again! You can imagine how excited I was as I started to set up my own room, where I would be a woman. I was so happy.

Cindi started to bring in her clothes for me. I was delighted that almost all of the things of hers that I liked to wear were among the outfits she was giving me. I didn't realize that she could tell so easily! I thought I had been careful. She seemed to know my tastes based on what things of hers I did wear, so much of the rest were things in the same fashion styles.

Soon I had a closet full of things of my own to wear, as well as drawers full of panties, bras, and lingerie! I was in heaven. I wouldn't have to hide my wig and breast forms under the workbench anymore; they would go in the dresser drawer in "Gina's room".

 

Now it was time for dinner. I helped her cook, then I went about my cleaning work as supper simmered on the stove. I set the table, and we ate together. We did the dishes together afterwards, and set about to catch up on a few more chores. We sat down at last to watch a romantic movie, and share a bottle of wine. All in all, I decided that it was the best day of my life that I could ever remember.

It was time for bed now, so I went upstairs to take off my makeup. I felt sad as I took off my jewelry, my outfit, and my wig. I felt naked without my breast forms in. It felt kind of like a letdown to be a man again. But Cindi surprised me yet again. She insisted that we shower together. She had me shaver her legs for her. And then she took her turn with the shaver, and went to work on me!

She shaved on my back and shoulders, where I had some patches of hair. She shaved my chest, until it was smooth. And then she did under my arms. My legs were already done; now the rest of me was smooth and hairless too! After we dried off, she rubbed a smelly cream all over me, to make my skin nice and soft.

She had a tube of another cream, which she rubbed all around my nipples. That felt really good, to be touched there like that! She rubbed until all of the cream absorbed in.

 

"That felt great" I said. "What was that for?"

"This is a special cream. It makes boobs grow. It will take a year or two, but eventually, you're going to have boobs of your own, so you won't need your breast forms anymore."

 

I felt a chill go up and down my spine. Real boobs, on me? I was like in a daze as she put a bra on me, and stuffed it full with my breast forms. She put me into a nightie, and had me lie beside her in bed.

 

"You're my girlfriend now" she said. "After spending a day with you as a girl, I realize that this is the *real* you. The man you pretend to be is just a sham. Your *real* self is female."

 

I looked at her, not knowing whether to laugh, cry, or to jump for joy. Cindi smiled, and touched me lightly on the cheek.

 

"Now it is time for you and I to have some fun, Gina. Look under your pillow."

 

I reached under my pillow, while she did the same with hers. My hand felt something large and plasticy. I pulled it out, and stared at it. It was the dildo that she had bought me at the boutique. I looked over, and saw that she had one herself. She laid down on the bed, and motioned for me to do the same.

 

"First you need to get it good and wet, so it goes in easily" she said. "Hold it like this, and start by licking the tip of it, so you get used to the taste."

 

She opened her mouth, and her tongue shot out to lick the very tip of her large realistic dildo. It looked so hot to see her doing that! I wanted it to be *me* that she was licking, not some *thing* in her hand.

 

"Come on Gina, lay down beside me, and do as I do. I'm teaching you about how a woman touches herself. I know that your parents were confused, and raised you as if you were a boy. I'm going to teach you all the things you should have learned growing up, back when you were just a girl. You're a woman now Gina, and you need to know how to act as one. Now lets see that tongue of yours working on the tip."

 

She returned to licking the tip of her dildo with her tongue, then shot me a sharp glance that let me know that *I* had to do the same. In all the time I had dressed up as a woman, I had never even imagined being with a man. The thought of putting my tongue onto something that looked like a penis was a complete turn-off for me. But Cindi was insistent.

 

"I thought you were woman enough to handle this" she said.

 

I couldn't let her down! She had been so kind to me all day. I could at least do this for her, even if I didn't like it. Reluctantly, I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue, and put it on the tip of the dildo. I didn't like how it looked to have that *thing* pointed at me! I closed my eyes, but she didn't like that.

 

"What are you're doing Gina" she warned. "Keep those pretty eyes of yours open. Plus, you won't be able to see what I'm showing you if your eyes are closed."

 

I watched how she was licking with longer strokes of her tongue now, so I did the same. Then she opened her mouth wide, and put her lips around the tip of her dildo. I mimicked her, putting the tip into my mouth. It seemed so big! She was slowly letting more and more of her dildo into her mouth now, so I tried that as well. I felt like I was gagging. I didn't like this feeling at all!

 

"You don't have to let it too far down your throat" she said. "I understand that the most sensitive part for a man is at the tip. Concentrate on stimulating that. But get as much of it wet as you can, because you're going to insert it inside you soon."

 

Inside? Insert it into myself? I felt scared now. I didn't want that!

 

"Don't hold so firmly it like its a tool!" she said. "Keep your wrist limp, and use a light touch. If you had a real penis in your hands, you'd be crushing it, girl! I don't think your man would like that. You've got too much tension. Relax, and enjoy this."

 

Of course I had tension! I had a big fake penis in my mouth, and my wife wanted me to insert it inside me, and she was teaching me how to please a man! How could I not have tension? I relaxed my hand as she showed me.

 

"Good" said Cindi, in a soothing tone of voice. "Now you're getting him good and hard, so he's going to be ready to slide inside you. Now take care of yourself a bit. Use your left hand to rub your nipples, like this. If you were with a man, tell him to do this to you. It will help get you wet, so he can get inside you more easily. If you're dry, you might have some discomfort. You want to be nice and receptive when you're man is ready to penetrate you."

 

That sent chills up and down my spine. My man. That was never going to happen! I mimicked her motion, touching the tips of my large fake boobs. Of course, I couldn't feel anything, but the thought of boobs on my chest did get me aroused, along with seeing myself in a nightie. Neither Cindi nor I had any panties on underneath it. We'd both have access down there when it was time to insert our dildos. And that time was now.

 

"Lay like this" she said, "And spread your legs wide open. That will help open up your pussy better for your man. And you'll need enough room between your legs for his body. Good. Now you're ready for him to slide his hard penis up into you. Put the tip of it right here, where he's going to push into you."

 

She guided my hand, so that the tip of the dildo was at the right spot to side into me.

 

"Relax, honey" she said. "He can't get into you if you're all tense like that. Relax your legs, and let him in."

 

She helped push my hand forward, and the tip started to slide into me! It got wider as it went, so I was only able to get a small bit of it in, before I tensed up by reflex, and it stopped.

 

"He's being gentle" she said. "You need to be more receptive to him. Let him into you!"

 

She gave it a harder push, and I could feel the tip slide in further. It felt so weird to be invaded like this. I wasn't used to having something put into me! She pushed again, and the dildo slide half an inch. The widest part of the tip was into me now. I felt a strange arousal that I had never before felt. She pushed it in further, until the fake balls at the end of it made contact with me.

 

"There" she said. "Now your man is all the way up inside you. Now watch what I do."

 

I turned, feeling helpless, to see her slide her own dildo into her pussy. She started to pull it out a little, then push it in.

 

"Start slowly, and gently" she said. "Built a rhythm. As you get more and more excited, you can start to build up the speed. But be slow and gentle at first. You might have to tell your man to take his time. Men just want to come quickly, but it takes time to please a woman. Keep the brakes on him, until he learns what your pace is."

 

I pulled the dildo back out a bit, then thrust it forward, as she was doing. I couldn't help it; I was getting a hard-on. She smiled, as she started to moan. She continued to work herself with her dildo, and I could see her building up speed, so I did the same.

 

"Oh, you're so big!" she said. "Tell your man how wonderful he is. The male ego needs that."

 

"You're so big" I echoed. "I've never felt anyone so large!"

 

"Good idea, but men don't like to be reminded that you've had other lovers" she said. "He wants to think he's the first one, and the only one."

 

She wasn't able to talk now; she was on the edge, so close to her own orgasm that she wasn't able to think of anything else. Soon she let out a scream, as she often did when we had made love. That told me she had climaxed. I felt her hand go over my fully erect penis.

 

"I'll play with your clit a bit, while your man keeps penetrating you" she said.

 

I felt something go over the end of my penis; I could tell it was a condom. She started rubbing me now, harder and harder.

 

"Your man is really banging you now!" she said. "He's deep inside your pussy, and he's about to come inside you. You'll feel all wet when he's done, and some if it may drip down your leg. You're such a pretty woman, he wants you so much! You're so receptive, taking him all in. You're his woman now."

 

She was jerking me off so hard now! I was so aroused that I couldn't stand it any longer. I let myself come, and felt myself throb as I released all the pent up sexual tension from the day of living out my fantasy of being a woman. I stopped thrusting my dildo into myself, and I was panting now, catching my breath.

 

"You really made your man come big" said Cindi. "You did a wonderful job of pleasing him. He's going to want to make love to you again and again after what you did to him today."

 

She had me follow here to the bathroom. She showed me how to clean my dildo, to keep it in good shape. We left both dildos out on the sink to dry, then we returned to the bedroom, put on our panties, and laid down in the bed.

 

"Good night Gina" she told me. "You're the best girlfriend I could ever as for."

"Good night Cindi" I replied. "Thank you for everything you did for me today."

"That's what girlfriends are for" she replied.

 

No 'I love you'. But somehow, it was almost better for her to act as if I really was female.

 

* * *

 

 

I had all sorts of troubling dreams that night. I would dream that I was half-dressed up as a woman, but that someone was going to see that it was really me. I'd try to hide, to run away, but someone like my boss or my brother would see that I was dressed up like a girl. I didn't like how that felt! I guess it was my fear of discovery playing out in my mind. Cindi had discovered my secret. But I didn't want anyone else to.

 

When I woke up, Cindi was already out of bed. I wondered what the day would have in store for me! Was the previous day a one time thing, or was she going to treat me like a girlfriend again this day? And what about Monday when I had to go into work? I couldn't go in as Gina. I'd have to take off my nailpolish, and try to look like a man. But what about my eyebrows? I was really worried about what I was going to do.

 

One question was answered for me right away: I found that Cindi had laid out an outfit for me, with a note to put it on. I pulled on the girdle, the black skirt, and the pink tank top. Now that I had no hair under my arms, I could wear something like this. The straps were just big enough to hide my bra, and the V-neck was high enough not to show off the fact that I only had fake boobs on. I went to the bathroom, and did my makeup, like I had learned the day before.

I went downstairs, and Cindi already had breakfast ready for me. There, beside my glass of orange juice, was a small pile of pills.

 

"What are those?" I asked. I normally only took one single vitamin each day.

 

"Those are female hormone pills" she replied, "along with birth control pills. You have a deficiency in your bloodstream, so we're going to have to rely on pills to make up the difference. I looked at the blood work from your last physical, and I also noticed that you've got an elevated testosterone level. One of those pills is a 'blocker', that will break down the testosterone, so that it can't harm you any more."

 

I felt a shiver. She wanted me to take female hormones? That would alter my body, and my mind! She wanted me to go on a testosterone blocker, which would shut down the masculine function of my body. I know that without testosterone, I wouldn't be able to get hard anymore. She didn't just want me to act like a woman; she wanted me to *be* a woman!

 

"Yes, you understand now" she said. "You're a woman Gina. I'm going to help you get the body you should have been born with. I'm going to help you get real boobs on your chest. I'm going to make sure that you get curves. You'll even have a real pussy one day, as soon as we can get the operation scheduled. You're a real woman Gina. A *real* woman."

 

I was too stunned to reply.

 

"Take your pills, *now*" she said in an authoritarian voice I had never heard her use before. I took one in my trembling hand, and swallowed it down with a sip of juice.

 

"There, that wasn't so hard, was it?" she said. "In moments, the female hormones will start absorbing into your body, where your cells are so thirsty for them. They'll let your body express its female function. Your skin will grow soft. Your breasts will start to develop. You'll start to store more in your hips and butt. You'll take on a womanly shape. You *are* a woman now, Gina."

 

I felt like crying, as I took the next pill in my hand.

 

"You'll find that your emotions will become unlocked, as your brain starts to function in the proper feminine manner. Your desires will be unlocked as well. After the estrogens have worked on you enough, you'll *really* want what you had last night. You'll *crave* it. Mind, body and soul, you are going to be one hundred percent female."

 

I swallowed the pill, and picked up the next one.

 

"I've got a new job lined up for you tomorrow" she continued. "You're going to work as a secretary for a company a girlfriend of mine works at. Everyone there will only know you as Gina. They will never know that you used to pretend that you were a man. You're just one of the girls now, and for the rest of your life."

 

I took the rest of the pills as Cindi talked. She walked over to me, and told me to turn and face her. She was wearing a tight tank top, and a pair of jeans. She undid her belt buckle, then undid her jeans. She slid them down just a bit, to show me that she had something on beneath them. My eyes must have been a foot wide, as I saw her wearing the strap-on.

 

"That's right Gina" she said. "You're a woman now, and you need a man. *I* am going to be your man. Get on your knees, and do to me what I showed you last night."

 

She pulled the strap-on out, so that it was fully extended in front of her. I fell to my knees, and started to lick it, as she had shown me. I put my hands on it gently, not squeezing hard, and I worked on the tip as she had instructed.

 

"Good girl" she told me. "You're getting me really hard. Now put your mouth around me, and suck my big dick."

 

I put my mouth around it. It seemed even larger than the one I had used the night before. I did as she had taught me, letting it in for a ways, but not too deep, and really working on the tip.

 

"Now stand up, pull your panties down, and spread your legs" she ordered. "Lean against the counter, and spread them good and wide open for me."

 

She put the tip of the strap-on in place, and gave it a gentle push forward.

 

"Don't resist me!" she said. "You're a woman, and you need to be nice and receptive to your man. I'm your man now Gina. I'm the man, and you're the woman."

 

I felt her put the entire thing up inside me, and I was filled with elation as she started to gently thrust.

 

"I have to tell you something Gina" she said, as she pulled out, and thrust in even deeper. "I've known about your dressing for years. I did a lot of research, and a lot of planning for this day. You didn't even notice that I replaced your vitamins with female hormones two months ago. That's right dear, I've been slowly feminizing you for months. The estrogen has made you passive, and now you're ready for me to take control."

 

She thrust in deeper, and put her hands around me, on top of my fake boobs.

 

"From now on, *I* am in charge of *everything* in your life. You live for me now, since I'm your man. Tell me that you're my woman, and that I'm your man."

 

"Your my man now, Cindi" I said. "And I am your woman."

 

"I'm making a new rule Gina. You can only call me Cindi when we're with other people. When we're in private, you need to remember that I'm your husband, and you're just the wife. You are not aloud to call me Cindi anymore. You will call me Carl. Tell me that you're my wife now, and that I'm the husband."

 

"You are my husband, Carl" I said. "I am your wife."

 

"That's right" she replied, as she thrust again, even harder. She took her hands over mine, and help me firm by the wrists. "When you go to work tomorrow as a secretary, you'll also find that not only will they know you as Gina, but you'll have a different last name. *My* last name. You are Mrs. Gina Hudson."

 

I had her last name now too? It was like I was being completely erased. I was a woman now, instead of a man. I was the wife, instead of being the husband. I was Gina now, and even my last name was changed to *hers*. My male self was being erased, and my female self being brought out. I hadn't realized that she had me on hormones! I was going to become a *real* woman!

 

"I think I'll cut my hair short" she said, "so you can know I'm your man. I'm only going to wear pants, until the day you get your pussy. You are only allowed to wear skirts and dresses until then."

 

My head swirled, as she continued to pump me, and tell me all this. I felt so weak; I felt like I was completely in her control, in every aspect of my life.

 

"Now we can accelerate your feminization" she said. "There is no need to pretend that you're a man anymore Gina. You're my wife now, and you will show all the world that you are a woman. Today, we will get rid of all your male things, except anything I want to wear, since I'm the man of the house now."

 

"Okay" I said, weakly.

"Okay what?" she asked.

 

I didn't know what she wanted.

 

"Okay, *Carl*" she told me. "Maybe you should call me 'sir' for a while, to get used to the fact that I'm your man now."

"Okay, Carl" I said.

 

I liked feeling like a woman, but I didn't like thinking of Cindi as a man. I liked her calling me Gina, but I didn't like calling her Carl. That just made me feel so strange!

 

"From now on, you're going to suck my dick every day" she said. "And I'm going to fuck you like this, again and again, until you get so used to having a big dick inside you, that you hardly even feel it anymore. Now tell me how big I am, and how well I'm pleasing you."

 

"Oh Carl" I said, "You're so big! You're making me come!"

"Yeah, woman" she replied. "I'm going to bang you so hard, I'll make your head spin."

"You're such a big man!" I said.

"That's right babe. I'm your man now. And you're my woman. My obedient wife."

 

She kissed me hard, and gave one last thrust, before finally pulling out of me. My knees felt weak, and I almost fell over.

 

"Now put your panties back on, and cook me breakfast" she ordered. "I like my eggs sunny side up. And don't burn the toast."

"Yes, Carl" I replied.

"And go put that apron on. I don't want your ruining your pretty clothes I just bought you."

 

I put on the apron hanging from the doorknob of the pantry. It was white, with a one inch trim of lace. I tied it on behind me, and I felt so completely like a woman. Carl sat there, with 'his' strap-on still hanging out.

 

"Now clean off my dick" 'he' said.

 

I used a rag and some soap to clean it off carefully.

 

"Oh, you're getting me all hard again" 'he' said. "Make a circle with your thumb and first finger, and jerk me off."

 

I stood there, sliding my hand up and down, as if it was a real penis, and I was jerking my husband off. I was his wife now, and I'd do whatever he wanted. I loved him so much.

 

When he finally had enough, I cooked breakfast for him. Then I cleaned the dishes, as well as the floors and the windows. Carl had a long list of chores for me, while he sat back, drank a beer, and watched the football game on the tele. I didn't mind; it was all woman's work. My man shouldn't have to do all that. I hummed as I started the dusting. I was a lucky woman to have a husband like Carl, who loved me so much.

In fact, I was the happiest woman on earth.

 

The End

  

  

  

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