Salt & Pepper. Sugar & Spice

by Teddie S.

 

Chapter 4

Another step.

 

The following two weeks, were a typical school and study routine for the couple. His parents and sister were due back on Sunday, so on the Friday before, they went grocery shopping. After they had put the groceries away, Ronnie said, "Honey, I got you something."

"What?"

"Here.", she said, as she handed him a pink plastic bottle.

"What's this?"

"I thought that you might like to see what your legs look like in nylons without hair."

"What is it?"

"It's a depilatory. Hair remover."

"Ah . . . Maybe. But, what if someone notices?"

"So. It's your body. Just tell them you don't like body hair. Besides it's going to be cold for the next few months, you'll be wearing long pants, and your hair will grow back. . . . If you want it to."

"I don't know."

As she turned, and walked toward the den, Ronnie said over her shoulder, "I'll be in the den. And, I'll help you if you want me to."

Jason stood there for a minute looking at the bottle, and then followed her to the den. As he walked into the den, Ronnie looked up at him. And, he said, "Why not. I'm open to new experiences."

She got up, took his hand, and led him to the upstairs bathroom. They stood there in silence for a couple of seconds, and finally Ronnie said, "Well, take your clothes off."

Jason removed his clothes, and Ronnie handed him a thong. "What's this for?", he asked.

"To keep the depilatory off of your friends."

He slipped the thong up his legs, and on up to his waist. This was something new for him. He thought the string between his cheeks felt weird. Ronnie had him stand on a bath towel, and spread his legs. She carefully covered both of his legs in the thick liquid. And, as an after thought, covered his butt cheeks, and front from the thong's waist strap down.

Jason asked, "Why did you do that? I thought we were only doing my legs."

With a grin, Ronnie said, "I just though it was a better place to stop."

"Heck. You might as well do my whole body."

With a grin, she said, "We could do that."

"No!"

"Whatever you say."

He stood there for the necessary time, got in the shower, and watched his leg hair go down the drain. When he was out of the shower, she carefully patted him dry, and applied a moisturizer everywhere the depilatory had done its work. As she was walking out of the bathroom door, she looked back at him, and said, "Your sister's little black dress would look really nice. And, I put the bra in with your things. It's yours, not mine. I'll be in the den."

A little later she heard him coming down the stairs, and walk into the den. She turned, looked at him, and he was wearing the black dress.

"I couldn't get the zipper up. Can you help me?", Jason said.

She looked at him, smiled, and said, "Boys. They can't do anything."

"Excuse me."

"Yes, I'll help you.", she said, "Turn around."

He turned, and she tried to pull the zipper up. But, it was too tight around the waist. And, she said, "Hmm. Come with me."

He followed her back upstairs to his sister Beth's room. And, she started looking through her chest of drawers.

Jason asked, "What are you looking for?"

"Something that every girl, who really likes to look nice in a special dress has."

"What?"

"This.", she said, holding up a white garment, "A waist cincher."

"That sounds painful."

"Silly. It's not painful. Maybe a little tight, but not painful. It makes those dresses that are just a little too tight, fit just right. Take the dress off. Oh, I love this one, garter tabs, and it laces up. And, a matching thong. Beth must have gotten this one for someone special. Lose the pantyhose, and panty too. And, I'll see if she has any nylons to go with this."

While Jason removed the pantyhose and panties, Ronnie looked through Beth's lingerie drawer, and found what she was looking for. When she turned around, he was standing there in only the bra, and she quipped, "Well don't you look cute."

He looked at her a little hurt, and started to walk out of the room. Ronnie said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it to sound that way."

He turned back around, and said, "That hurt. I thought that you were beginning to understand this. I'm still really nervous about this whole thing with you."

"I'm really sorry. Please don't be mad. Really, I am beginning to understand." She walked over, kissed him, and held him for a minute. Then she asked, "You still using the sox?"

"For what?"

"To fill the bra."

"Yea."

"I think I might have something better.", she said, turning around, and went back to Beth's lingerie drawer. She took out a few more pairs of nylons, handed them to Jason, and added, "Take the socks out, and put these in. At least it'll feel better."

She watched, as he removed the socks, and replaced them with the nylons. And, then asked him, "Better?"

"Yea. They're softer."

"Here, slip into this.", and she handed him the thong.

He slipped the thong up his legs. The string between his butt cheeks still felt funny. But, at the same time it felt good. He had to arrange certain things so they didn't hurt.

"Now, slip this on.", she said handing him the waist cincher. "I've loosened the laces as much as I can."

Jason took the cincher, stepped into it, and pulled it up his legs. He struggled a bit getting it to his waist. But, he managed.

Ronnie walked up behind him, and started to tighten the laces. She got it fairly tight, then said, "Okay, lift your arms straight up, take a deep breath, and hold it."

Jason did as she asked, he felt her really pull on the laces, and she finally said, "Okay, you can breathe."

He lowered his arms, and said, "I can't breathe."

"Just relax, and take small breaths. . . . Better?"

"Yea. But, that's tight!"

"Look in the mirror. Your waist is almost a girls. And, it's given you more of a butt."

He looked in the full length mirror on his sisters closet door, and actually got a little smile.

"Like the look?", she asked.

"Yea."

"Try sitting down."

He slowly sat on the bed, and said, "It's kind of hard."

"Just take it slow and easy. You'll get use to it."

"I can't bend over at all."

With a little smile, Ronnie said, "Well. I guess I'll just have to help you with the nylons, and shoes." And, she knelt on the floor in front of Jason, carefully rolled the nylons up his legs, and attached the garters. Jason couldn't believe how nice the nylons felt on his hairless legs. She ran her hands up his nylon encased legs, and it sent a chill through him. Then, she slipped his feet into the sling back heels. Ronnie got up, and helped Jason to his feet.

She stood back a little bit, to get a better look at him, and said, "I was right. You do have nice looking legs, and a cute butt." And, she handed him the black dress, and added, "I think we'll be able to zip this up now."

He slipped into the dress, and she zipped it up without a problem.

"Who's cooking tonight. You or me?", she asked.

After dinner, they again sat in the den, and cuddled for a while. After about forty-five minutes, Jason became a little restless, and Ronnie asked, "What's wrong?"

"This waist thing is getting uncomfortable."

"They do take getting use to. Want to take it off?"

"No. But, I think I'd better.", as he started to get up, "And, I'll need your help."

They walked back upstairs to Beth's bedroom. Ronnie unzipped the dress, and he stepped out of it. Then he sat on the bed, and she took his shoes off, and unfastened the garters, but left the nylons on. She ran her hands up and down his legs, feeling the sensual touch of his nylon encased legs. Again, it sent chills through him. She then stood up, helped him stand, and he turned around. She started to loosen the lacings on the waist cincher, and he gave out a big sigh. She asked, "What's the matter?"

"Nothing. It felt good on. I liked the tight feeling. But, it feels good off."

She smiled, and said, "You should be able to slip it off now. But, keep the nylons on."

"Why?"

"Just because."

Jason carefully removed the waist cincher, and thing, while trying to keep the nylons up. After he got the cincher off, he adjusted the nylons, and felt Ronnie undoing his bra. The bra hit the floor, at the same time Ronnie started kissing his neck, and playing with his nipples. She pushed him down on Beth's bed, started removing her own clothes, and then proceeded to make love with him.

Afterwards, they cuddled together for a long time. Jason finally said, "Wow! Where did that come from?"

"I don't know.", Ronnie answered, "It was just there. But, I'll second your wow!" She rolled over, and kissed him. He just held her very tightly. They finally got up, looked at the mess that they had made in Beth's room, and spent some time straightening up the room, and putting Beth's clothes back where they belonged.

Saturday was another cold and rainy day, and Ronnie and Jason spent the day giving the house a good cleaning. They hadn't been that messy, but just figured that his mother would be tired from the trip, and didn't need to spend time cleaning the house. That evening they took the dogs for the last walk that they would be doing, and chuckled when they thought of the dogs harassing his father to take them for an evening walk. When they got back to the house, Jason started a fire in the fire place, and they cuddled in front of the fire for the last time. He started stroking her hair, then kissing her neck, one thing led to another, and they had another long sexual encounter in the den. Then they cuddled up on the couch, and fell asleep in each others arms.

A little more than two weeks later Jason came home from class, walked into the apartment, and slammed the door. This caused Ronnie to jump, as she was engrossed on the computer, and she yelled, "What's wrong."

"Some people,", Jason answered, "are nothing more than self centered, egotistical, pompist, condescending, asses!"

"What happened?"

"I was in the bookstore with Bill, and I heard this couple talking about this white guy and black girl that they've seen together on campus. And, the guy said how it sickens him to see this kind of thing. The more they talked, the madder I got, and then I figured out that they were talking about us. I confronted them, and basically told them what I thought of them. I've never seen anyone stutter and back pedal so fast in my life. I told them that they had no idea what love really was. I'm glad Bill was with me, he held me back. If he hadn't been there, I probably would have punched the guy. The little ass. And, the bitch is in my speech class. Wait till I see her again. This campus is so liberal that I thought I'd never hear anything like this."

"Honey. Calm down. I knew this was bound to happen. You have to learn to just walk away from people like this. I'll get you a glass of wine."

"Walk away? How can you when they're talking about someone that you love."

"It makes you a bigger person than they are."

"But, people have to know how wrong they are."

"Maybe someday they will. Here, drink this."

Ronnie had never seen Jason this mad, and never really wanted to see it again. She sat with him, held his hand, while he sipped his wine, and tried to calm him. He sat there, and just stared at the wall for a while. Finally he got up, and paced the floor for a few minutes. He looked at Ronnie, who was looking back at him a little worried.

"Please don't do anything rash.", she asked.

"I won't. But, this just makes me so mad."

"I know honey. But, this was what bothered me so much when we first started seeing each other. Remember me telling you about that one boyfriend who got beat up?"

"Yea. I know it bothered you. Your mom told me that your only problem with us, was me being hurt by someone like this."

"She did?"

"Yes. I just hoped that we'd never see it. Boy, was I wrong."

"I'm sorry honey."

"Don't you be sorry. You are who you are. And, you are who I love. And, I'll defend that."

She hugged him, then kissed him, then just held him.

At dinner, she saw a twinkle in his eye, and a little smile develop. "What are you planning?", she asked, "It's not illegal, is it?"

"I just figured out how I'm going to get at that bitch in my speech class. And, it's nothing illegal."

"How?"

"We have to give a ten minute talk on anything that we want, and guess what mine is going to be on?"

"I'm afraid to ask."

That weekend Jason worked on his speech. On Sunday evening he had it just the way he wanted it. Then on Tuesday it was his turn to give his speech, and it went over very well. The whole time he was talking, he was looking at the girl that had been in the bookstore.

When Jason got home, Ronnie was already there, and asked, "Well?"

"I think it went really good. I kept their attention. I even got an apology, after class, from the girl that was at the bookstore. And, the prof was nodding his head yes, like he was happy with it. We'll see."

"An apology. Feel better?"

"Yes. I got a lot off my chest."

After dinner, they were sitting enjoying a glass of wine, and Ronnie said, "I have something for you.", and she handed him a package. It was one of the fancy bags that you get gifts in, this one was pink, and said, "Kathy's Bridal Boutique" on it.

He just looked at it for a second or two, then at her, and she said, "Go on. Open it."

He untied the bow, opened the bag, and removed the fancy paper that was inside. He looked in the bag, and saw something that was made of white satin, with a little lace. He took it out of the bag, looked at it, and said, "It's a waist cincher, like Beth's. With the laces, garter tab, and matching thong."

She smiled, and said, "And, there's also some nylons in there to go with it."

"But, Beth's was so tight."

"I tightened it up that way. We don't have to make it that tight, but it did give you a nice waist, and you looked nice in that black dress. Besides, this one is a bigger."

He looked at it again, looked at her, smiled, and said, "Thank you."

"You're very welcome."

"But . . . "

"But, what?"

"I don't have anything to wear with it."

"Like what?"

"A dress, or skirt and blouse."

"We can remedy that."

"How?"

"Go shopping."

"You're kidding?"

"No. If you're going to dress, you need your own clothes. I know my things won't fit you properly."

He looked at her a little puzzled, then said, "Awhile ago, you said that you wanted to take this at a slow pace, your pace. Now, you're buying me things, and suggesting that I dress. I'm a little confused."

"I'm finding this interesting. You're different when you're dressed. Normally you're a very sensitive, and kind person. But, when you're dressed, you seem even more sensitive, and kind. If that's possible. Not to mention that you really do appear more relaxed. And, I'm finding it fun helping you dress. It's like having a girl friend who needs lessons in fashion. And, for a French girl, that's really fun. Not to mention the after effect. Am I being too pushy?"

"So, have you accepted this part of me?"

"So far."

"And, you really like helping me dress?"

"Yea."

"And, no. You're not being too pushy. You said at your own pace. And, I'm happy with what's happened. How far do you see this going?"

"I'm not sure. I've done some more reading on crossdressers, and some crossdressers are fine with just the clothes. Others want to go farther, makeup, wig, and even going out. Ever thought about that."

"Not really. I've kind of wondered about makeup. It looks like it could be fun. Never thought about a wig. And, going out? There's no way. I'd be scared to death. And, there's no way that I could look like a girl."

"I wouldn't say that. Trying different looks with makeup can be fun. And, they say a girl's crowning glory is her hair."

"Maybe someday. After effect? What do you mean, after effect?"

"Haven't you noticed that our love making has been better, more intense, after the times you've dressed?"

"Now that you mention it . . ."

She just smiled.

That Friday evening Jason said, "You know. I'd like to try that waist cincher."

"Well,", Ronnie replied, "go do it."

"Remember. I don't have any clothes to put on afterwards."

She looked at him with a grin, and said, "Want to go shopping?"

"Ah. Maybe."

"Maybe? Maybe! A girl is born to shop."

"I'm not a girl."

"Well, duh. I am."

"No kidding. All right. When?"

"Tomorrow."

Saturday morning they headed out, not to the mall, or to the stores downtown, but to a thrift store. When they got there, he asked, "Why here?"

"You should know. Remember the bag in your basement? Well you guys weren't the only ones that did that. There is all kinds of great stuff, at low prices. You can sometimes even find designer labels. And, we don't want to spent too much until we find your right sizes in things."

They started by looking at blouses, then at skirts, then at dresses, and then shoes. With most of the skirts, blouses, and dresses, if Ronnie saw something she liked, and it appeared to be Jason's size, she would just hold it up to him to check the size. It embarrassed him a little every time she did it. But, not as bad as when she found shoes that she fell in love with, and appeared to be big enough to fit him. She actually had him sit down, take off his shoes and socks, and try the shoes on. Both pairs that she had found had short, two inch, heels. One was an open toed slide, and the other was a Mary Jane style with an ankle strap.

When she was done, she had picked out, four blouses, three skirts, a pair of shorts, and two pairs of shoes. And, as they were standing in line to check out, they were close to a show case, she saw him checking something out very closely, and just smiled.

As they were walking to the car, she said, "We need to find you a dress. A little black dress. Lets go to the mall. I know just the place."

After they left the mall, Jason owned a little black dress. And, it was even cuter than the one his sister had.

Then as they were walking back into the apartment, Jason asked, "Why so much stuff?"

Ronnie stopped dead in her tracks, turned, looked at him, and said, "A girl can never have too much stuff!"

"But . . . "

"Don't say it. I know you're not a girl."

They took everything into the bedroom, and laid it on the bed. And, Ronnie said, with a grin, "I think we'll need to have a fashion show later."

After they had cleaned up the dinner dishes, Ronnie looked at Jason, and said, "Are you ready?"

"For what?"

Her hands went to her hips, and she said sarcastically, "The fashion show."

"Oh. Right."

They headed to the bedroom. Jason got out the white satin bra, the waist cincher, the thong, and the nylons. He undressed, and started with the bra, the thong, then he slipped on a pair of the nylons. Followed by the waist cincher. Then he carefully fastened the garter tabs, to the nylons.

"You're learning.", Ronnie said with a smile, "Stand up, and I'll tighten the cincher."

She was a little kinder to him this time, and really didn't tighten the cincher as tight as she could have. But, did give him a waist. She really loved the way his butt stuck out below the cincher, and gave it a little pat.

First was the black dress. She helped him zip it up. And, he did his best to walk like a model, and they both had a laugh. She looked closely, and said, "A pair of black heels, black nylons, and some jewelry, and that will be super sharp."

Next, he tried on a short tight maroon skirt, that hit him mid-thigh. It was a little tight around the waist, but otherwise it also looked sharp. The other two skirts, also fit well, and looked nice. Ronnie had made some good choices.

Of the four blouses, only one didn't fit right. The one he liked the best was a bright print, with scarf sleeves, and was low cut. And it looked good with any of the skirts. Again, Ronnie had done a good job in choosing things.

"What're you going to wear tonight, lover?", Ronnie asked.

"You want me to dress tonight?"

"Why not. You enjoy it. You're comfortable that way."

"Well maybe the maroon skirt, and the scarf-sleeved blouse. What do you think?"

"That'll be sharp. Might have to tighten the cincher a bit to make the skirt fit right?"

Jason took off the skirt and blouse, turned his back to Ronnie, and said, "Tighten away."

With a little smile, she tightened the cincher a little. Since the skirt had almost fit the first time, she didn't want to over do it. When she was done, she again patted his butt, and said, "I just love your sexy little butt."

Jason slipped the skirt back on, zipped up the back zipper, put on the blouse, and asked, "Well?"

"Nice. Very nice. Try the slides, and lets see if that works?"

He slipped his feet into the slides, and it helped make a very nice looking outfit. They went back into the livingroom, he poured them each a glass of wine, and they sat together on the couch. She asked, "How do you feel?"

"The cincher is tight, but not bad. Everything else feels great."

"No, silly. Inside. How do you feel inside?"

"Sort of comfortable. Relaxed. Kind of feminine."

She smiled a little, and said, "I can tell. It's the first time I've ever seen you sit with your legs tucked under you like that."

"Like this?"

"Yea. Girls sit that way."

"Oh."

They sat, cuddled, and talked for some time. It was well after midnight when they headed for bed. And, again, after she helped him undress, their sexual activity was more intense then usual, and it was almost one-thirty when they finally got to sleep.

Another week of classes came and went, and on Friday afternoon they were sitting, cuddled together, in the livingroom, relaxing, and Ronnie said, "I got you something today."

"What now?", Jason asked with a smile.

"I'll show you later."

"Oh, come on. That's not fair."

"No. Later."

They started play wrestling. Then he started tickling her.

"No fair! No fair!", she screamed.

"Show me."

"Later. Later."

"Now."

"All right. Stop. Stop. Please stop."

"Are you going to show me?"

"Yes. Just no more tickling. Please."

He got up, offered her his hand, and helped her up. She led him to their bedroom, and he said, "Well?"

"Look in your underwear drawer."

He walked over, pulled open his underwear drawer, looked in it, and then at her.

"The two boxes.", she said.

He took the boxes out. And looked at them.

"I saw you looking at them at the thrift shop.", she said, "And, I went back, and got them for you."

He opened one of the boxes, and it contained a breast form. He looked at her again.

She said, "I thought that they would be better then sox or nylons."

He just looked at her some more.

"Are you mad?", she asked.

"Come over here, and sit with me.", he said, as he walked over to the bed, sat, and patted his lap indicating to her to sit there.

She walked over, sat on his lap, he wrapped his arms around her waist, and asked, "Where is this really going?"

"What?"

"You keep buying me girl stuff."

"You don't like it?"

"That's not what I said. I just want to know where this is going with us?"

"Where do you want it to go?"

"Stop answering my questions with another question."

"Sorry."

"Well?"

"I'd like it to go where you want it to go. I'm having fun, and I hope you are?"

"So, you're having fun, buying things, and seeing me dress up?"

"Yea. It's fun. Like I've said, it's like having a girl friend, and having to teach her everything about being a girl."

"Are you going to get tired of this after awhile? You know it's not going to go away. And, the more I do this, the more I like it."

"I know it's not going away. And, no I won't get tired of it. I love you, and I love this part of you."

"Do you want me to be a girl full time?"

"No. I need Jason too. You don't want to be a girl full time. Do you?"

"No. I like being able to be who I need to be."

Over the next few weeks, Jason dressed off and on. He was beginning to feel comfortable around Ronnie when he was dressed, and it felt good. Ronnie also liked it when Jason dressed. There was something different about him. And, neither of them could complain about the sex that usually occurred afterwards.

Then one day out of the blue, as they were cleaning up after dinner, Jason said, "What if I wanted to take the feminine part of me further?"

- End Chapter 4 -

  

  

  

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