The Siren Song

by Jennifer White

 

When Al was going through puberty, he made a discovery. He was in his sister's room, and found a plaid skirt lying on the bed. It excited him for some reason, so he picked it up. He felt tingles all over his body. Nobody was home but him, so for some unknown reason, he took off his shirts and his boxers, and put the skirt on.

Al laid down on the bed, on his stomach. The rough texture of the wool rubbed up against his erect member, which gave him a good feeling. He rocked forward, and back. He felt electric tingles all over his body, so he did it again. And again.

He was thinking of a girl in his history class, Julia, who wore a skirt like the one he was in now. He thought of her, and rocked another time. Suddenly, he felt an overwhelming feeling he had never experienced before. It felt so good! It felt wonderful!

A warm wetness spread around his groin area, and he felt himself twitch between his legs, as more fluid squired out of him. He panicked. Something was wrong with him. He was leaking out something!

Little did he realize, he had just felt his first orgasm. But in his state of panic, he didn't realize that. He took the skirt off, left it on the floor, and went to the bathroom to clean himself up.

 

* * *

 

A few days later, as Al laid on his back in bed, he felt between his legs, and found that he was erect and stiff down there again. Almost without thinking, he started to rub himself. It felt good, but nothing like the other day in the skirt. So he imagined himself wearing the skirt again.

That got him going, and in moments, he came again. He now realized something: he was having an orgasm. And it felt good. From that night on, he would use his hand to make himself come, as his sisters giggled to each other, as they heard the noise from the next room.

They had found the skirt on the floor with a stain on it, and they had wondered where it had come from. And why was the stain on the inside? They suspected Al, but didn't say anything. For now, they just giggled as they heard him jack off each night in bed.

Al didn't even think they could hear him. All that mattered, was that it felt good to him. He thought of Julia, her skirt, and pretended in his mind that he was wearing it. And bang! He'd come hard.

 

* * *

 

When Al was alone in the house, he put on the skirt again. But this time, he dug through his sister's dresser, until he found a bra. He put it on too, and stuffed it full. Then he put on his T-shirt, and laid on the bed. He was so hard! And when he came, it was so wonderful again.

Al didn't realize it, but he was getting addicted to women's clothes. It had been women's clothes that made him come for the first time in his life. And now, he was etching a pattern into his brain, which would be very difficult to overcome in the future...

 

* * *

 

Al leaned over and kissed Melissa. They had been married for over a year now, and everything was just perfect. He loved her with all his heart. He never thought he'd get over his crush on Julia, but in college, he met Melissa, and after a period of dating, they got engaged. Now they were happily married, with a house in the suburbs, and everything.

Al had never been so happy in all his life. He really did love her with all his heart. But there was one problem: no matter what he did to try and chase it from his mind, there were always *those thoughts*.

He'd see her in her bra and panties, and he'd have an inner pang. An urge to dress like that himself. He'd look at her skirts hanging in the closet, and want to wear them himself.

"No!" he'd tell himself in his mind. "You're a man. A married man, who loves his wife. You don't wear women's clothes. Don't even think about it!"

But he could never quite block it from his mind. Melissa's clothes called out to him, like the sirens. They sang to him, whispering in his ear all the time: "Put me on. Wear me."

Al couldn't go into the walk-in closet without seeing Melissa's pretty clothes. And he longed so much to wear them. Sometimes when he was in bed with Melissa, he'd imaging that he was dressed up like a girl. That would always make him come hard inside her.

He ignored the call, but each day all the pretty clothes would sing to him a sweet siren song. And it was driving him crazy.

 

* * *

 

"You know how my friend Stephanie from work is getting married?" said Melissa.

"Yes, you told me about that. We're invited. What was it, in three weeks?"

"Two" said Melissa. Al never *really* listened to her, but at least he tried. Pretty good for a man, compared to what her friends complained about, with their husbands.

"Sorry, I got mixed up" he said.

At least he admitted his mistakes. Another good trait lacking in most men.

"That's okay honey. Anyway, she's having a bachealorette party on Friday night, so I was going to go. If that's all right with you, that is."

It did irk her a bit that Al would go to a bachelor party to do who knows what, and would never ask her permission. But she would teach him, but setting the proper example. Hopefully, he would learn from her. He should know that it upset her when he did that. What was wrong with him?

"Sure, you can go. I've got lots of stuff around here that I need to do."

"Like cleaning up the basement like you promised?"

"Sure."

He had been promising that for six months. Melissa ended up doing almost all the housework, with Al pitching in just now and then. She hated to nag him, but if she didn't keep telling him, then his work would never get done.

 

So it was settled. Melissa would go out with her friends, and Al would do some work around the house.

 

* * *

 

On Friday, after dinner, Melissa cleaned up the kitchen, then went upstairs to change.

"What do you think of this outfit?" she said, unsure of herself as she looked in the full length mirror.

"You look great" said Al.

"How's my hair in back?"

"Wonderful as usual."

It had been all frizzy the other day, and he still said it looked great. What did men see anyway? Oh well, it was getting late, and she needed to get going. She'd have to keep the outfit which she had on already.

"Bye honey" she said, giving him a kiss as she headed out the door.

"Bye" he replied, wiping his lips, as if afraid of the tiny bit of lipstick that she got on him.

"I love you!"

"Love you too!"

She drove off in her little black Honda Civic.

 

Al went inside, and turned on the TV. Melissa had left it on The Style channel, and he watched the models strut down the runway. Their clothes were so exciting. Al felt himself get erect just from seeing the pretty dresses.

The clothes upstairs seemed to be calling to him.

"Al....put me on....wear me...."

Al ignored them.

"She'll never know. She's gone all night. Just this once, dress up again...."

He changed the station, but on E!, they had movie stars arriving in limos for a premier. More beautiful women in sexy clothes. Al just couldn't get it out of his mind.

"Just this once" he whispered, as he turned the TV off, and headed upstairs.

 

Al closed the window shades, and pulled the curtains closed too. He didn't want any of the neighbors peeking in on him. He went into the walk-in closet, and stared at all the pretty clothes.

He touched them, lovingly feeling the different fabrics with his hand. His eyes were caught by a soft pastel skirt, made out of a stretchy material. Perfect. He found a tank top, and carried it along with the skirt to the bed.

Now he went through Melissa's underwear drawer, and pulled out a sexy looking bra and matching panties. The bra was white and lacy, with red roses embroidered on the outside. The lacy panties had a tiny pink bow in the front. Very cute.

He stripped down naked, and put on the bra and panties. It felt *so* wonderful to be wearing women's clothes again, after all these years. Like an old friend that he had missed. He was filled with a warmth inside.

He looked down at his legs, which seemed so silly with all the hair on them. So he dug around until he found some nylons, and put them on to hide his hairiness.

Then he put on the skirt. Wow. It was just beyond words, how special he felt all of a sudden. Like a girl. He felt like a girl.

Al stuffed the bra full, like he did all those years back, when he was a boy in his sister's room. Then he put on the tank top. It looked like he had boobs. This was so wonderful.

 

He couldn't stop now. He went to the makeup that Melissa kept on the counter of the bathroom in their master bedroom suite. And he started putting it on. He had never done that as a boy, so it was his first time experimenting. But he had seen Melissa do it a zillion times, so he had some concept of what to do.

When he was done, he hardly looked pretty. The mascara was uneven, and clumpy. The colors were all wrong for his face. He wore too much blush, and too much lipstick. But he *felt* pretty, and that was what counted.

He walked, feeling the wonderful sensation of the skirt brushing against his nylons. Why had he waited so long to do this? It was a part of him, really. To dress up like a girl. He vowed that from then on, he'd do it whenever he had a chance. Whenever Melissa went out for the night or something. He would do this.

 

Al went back into the closet, and looked at Melissa's shoes. Unfortunately, his feet were way too big, and he couldn't get them into any of her shoes. He had been excited at the thought of trying on heels, but it was no use. The heel of her shoe came to about the middle of his foot. His feet were just way too big. What a shame.

Al didn't know what to do next. He turned on the TV, to the Style Channel again. He watched the show, and walked around the room, pretending that he was one of *them*.

Actually, he thought of himself as 'Julia' when he was dressed as a girl. Because he had thought of her the first time he did it, when he discovered his orgasm, he named himself Julia when he was dressed up. He hadn't "been" Julia for a very long time. But now he "was" her again, and it felt like the best thing in the world. He was a girl. He was Julia now.

Al spun around to see his skirt twirl. He held his head back and laughed, then did it again. He stopped facing the door, which was now open.

Open!!!!???? Staring at him through the Door was Melissa!!!!! No! He had been caught! One time in fifteen years, and he got caught! Melissa was staring at him, as he wore her clothes.

 

"What are you doing?" she said, coldly.

"Wait. Its not what it looks like" he replied, with a tremble in his voice. She had caught him red handed, and there was no talking himself out of this one!

"I think I made a big mistake with my life!" said Melissa, as she started to cry.

"No! Melissa, please, let me explain!"

"What's to explain?" she said, icily. "I married a man who's really a girl. A man who wants to wear my clothes. Are you gay Al? Is that it?"

"No! I only love women. I only love *you*. But this is something I've always done, ever since I was a boy. I gave it up for you."

"No you didn't. You're dressed as a girl right now."

"This is the first time in years! I swear, I've never done this in your clothes before. Let me change back, and we can just forget this ever happened."

Melissa stared at him. What kind of nut case was he? He would hurt her like this, then say to pretend it never happened? He had lied to her, by not telling her that he liked doing this? How could he do this to her?

If he couldn't control himself, and had done this tonight, how many other times had he done it before (if he was lying), or how often would he do it in the future?

She could only think of one solution: cure him of it. Make sure that he would never do it again.

"If you're going to be a woman, you need to shave your legs" she said. "And you look ridiculous with chest hair and a cami top. And for god's sake, shave your armpits too."

"No, I'll just change back" said Al.

"No!!! Go take a shower, and shave yourself. Now!!!!!!!!!!"

Al was stunned. She was playing along, trying to help him, rather than punish him? What a wonderful woman she was! He excitedly stripped naked, so he could go shower and do something he had thought of many times, but never had the guts to do in real life: shave off all his body hair.

It wasn't lost on Melissa how that *thing* between his legs reacted to the news. It got all hard and stiff, right away. He *liked* being a girl, no matter what he told her. Well, she would push him, and make him see the error of his ways.

 

Al was excited when he got out of the shower, all hairless. It was his wildest fantasy, which he had never even dared dream: his wife was assisting with it! She was going to make him dress up now, and do it right. He could hardly contain himself.

How wonderful it felt, as Melissa put him into the sexiest bra and panties she owned. They both had little pink ribbons in the front, as if they were being held together by them being tied up. Or as if the contents inside were gift wrapped.

Then told him to put on thigh high sheer stockings, held up by garters. Next came a sexy skirt, and a silky white top. He was so hard that he thought he would explode at any moment, with just the lightest touch.

All the while, she kept calling him 'Julia', and telling him how pretty he was.

"Oh Julia, you're such a pretty girl. All the other girls will be jealous of you. What a delicate little thing you are, so soft and pretty."

Al was speechless, lost in his delight. And now it was time for makeup. Melissa knew a lot about makeup, having worked in cosmetics at a department store, when she was in college. She carefully and methodically worked on Al's face, using all her knowledge to make him look good.

She concentrated on his eyes, adding dark liner, mascara, a soft pink and red on the eyelids, carefully blended with the brush. She hummed as she used her little hair remover to trim back his bushy eyebrows, shaping them so that they thinned out as they moved towards the outside of his face. A soft, feminine look. He really needed it, if he was to pass as a woman.

She had a set of fake press-on nails, which she had bought for a friend's wedding, but never used. She put them onto Al's fingers, shaped them with a file, then went about painting them in the brightest color she owned. Three coats, plus a clear coat sealer.

There wasn't much she could do with his short hair, so that would have to wait until tomorrow. But she could put him into jewelry, which she proceeded to do. She had three piercings in her own ears, but she also had a pair of earrings with magnetic backs, so you could wear them anywhere, even if you didn't have a hole there. She put them on Al, and it looked like he now had pierced ears.

Then she took out a pretty pink butterfly necklace on a thin gold chain, and put it around his neck.

"This is a gift for you Julia" she said. "Don't ever take it off."

Al just smiled as she slipped it on him. She looked through her jewelry, and found a set of bracelets made of a stretchy shiny material, so they would fit over his larger wrists. There were 8 of them in the set, and you wore four on each side. She put them on him, being careful to avoid his long fingernails. She didn't want to damage the nail polish. Not when it wasn't fully dry yet!

In the jewelry box was a ring she had worn on her thumb, when she had gone through phase in college. She hadn't worn it in years, but she was never able to make herself part with it. It was big enough that it fit on Al's little finger.

"Pretty jewelry for a pretty girl" said Melissa, cooing as she did her best to make Al look pretty.

"Thank you" said Al.

"You're welcome, Julia" she replied.

 

Now that Al was fully dressed up, in makeup and jewelry too, Melissa handed him a purse she no longer carried. She showed him how to hold it like a girl.

"There Julia, now you look pretty, as you should be."

"Oh thank you so much!" said Al, who wanted to kiss her, and make love to her. He was so excited! He just had to have her, now!

But Melissa pushed back when he tried to kiss her.

"Be careful Julia, you'll ruin your makeup. Let me show you how two girls kiss."

She touched her left cheek to his left cheek, and made a kissing sound. Then she moved her head, and did it on the other side.

"But I want to *really* kiss you" said Al. "I want to make love to you."

Melissa looked at him strangely.

"Why Julia, what's gotten into you? Why in the world do you think that I would be interested in making love to a girl?"

"But honey, it's me!" said Al, pleading. He needed her! He needed a release, right now!

"Lets go downstairs, and watch TV. There's this really cool 'chick flick' on tonight that I've been dying to see. You're a girl. You'll love it too."

 

And so Al ended up on the couch, sitting near (but not touching) his pretty wife, watching a movie that was definitely made for girls. It was all about relationships, dating, emotions, and the traumatic experience that one girl went through when she got pregnant, but didn't know who the father was. Al yawned. It was too slow, and not good enough to hold his attention for as long as it was.

But Melissa sat there with rapt attention, as if it was the best movie ever made. He was getting tired of playing this game. He had lost his hard-on long ago, and was starting to get uncomfortable in the panties, which were riding up on him. And the thin little bra straps were starting to dig into him. How could such pretty looking clothes be so uncomfortable to wear?

He was almost relieved when it was time to go to bed. To bed! But Melissa brushed her teeth, and put on her oversized nightshirt. No sexy little lacy thing tonight. Another sign she wasn't interested in sex.

Al brushed his teeth, and took off his makeup. He didn't like how his eyebrows still looked so feminine. He'd be asked about that at work! But they'd grow back. No big deal.

On the bed, Melissa had laid out a sexy nightie. For him! He put it on, and climbed into the bed next to him.

"This is fun, having a girlfriend sleep over" said Melissa.

"I had fun tonight too" said Al, "but I really want to make love."

"I know what you mean" said Melissa. "We need two cute guys here, don't we? I mean, what good is it to be a sexy woman if you're all alone? *I* need a man to satisfy me. And I *know* that you do too."

She was still treating him like a girl! He wasn't too sure that he liked it now. Talking about having him be with a guy completely put him out of the mood for making love. He rolled over, and went to sleep.

 

* * *

 

The next day, when Al woke up, Melissa was already downstairs making coffee. He walked down the steps, feeling silly to be dressed in a nightie. His fantasy hadn't come out quite like he had hoped. He needed to talk to Melissa, and sort this all out.

"Oh Julia, I'm glad you're up. Listen, I need to run out quickly and do some shopping. Won't you be a dear, and help me with a couple of things around the house?"

"Um, sure" said Al.

She was still calling him Julia.

"Great" replied Melissa, with a big smile of delight on her face. "Here's a list of chores. You can wear my old house dress to do the work in. I'll be back in a couple of hours."

Al looked at the list of chores. Clean the bathroom. Mop the floor. Dust. Vacuum. Clean the windows. Change the sheets in the bed. He nodded. He could do all that.

 

Al felt silly now, doing chores at home, while wearing a dress. This was never quite his fantasy. Melissa was out spending money on who knows what, and here he was, stuck doing housework.

It wasn't too bad, until he got to cleaning the windows. Because that meant that anyone looking on, would be able to see in, and see him dressed up like a girl. He did the ones in the back, but was too afraid to do the ones facing the neighbors on the side, or the ones in front facing the street. Instead, he moved on to stripping the bed. He'd do the wash next, to kill some time, before she got home.

 

Melissa finally arrived, with several shopping bags in her arms.

"Julia, I can't wait to show you what I bought!" she said.

Al walked over, as she dug through the first bag, and pulled out a pair of clear high heel shoes, with an open toe. And in a *large* size.

"You wouldn't believe what it took to find a pair in your size" she said, handing the shoes to Al. He took them with trembling hand. High heels, for him! He immediately got excited again, and became stiff between his legs.

"And then I got you these. Mother nature wasn't as kind to you as she should have been, so you'll *love* these."

She pulled out a box which contained fake boobs. They were very realistic looking, including a prominent nipple with a dark ring of color around it, and everything.

"They stick on with a special glue" raved Melissa, so you can even wear them without a bra. Until you get implants, these will more than do the job."

Implants? He had never considered going that far. Was she serious? But the fake boobs, and the thought of them on his chest (or of implants *in* his chest), gave him an even bigger rise. Now he was stiff as a board.

"My clothes are a little too small for you" said Melissa, "but this dress is just your size."

She handed him a fancy black evening gown. He held it up to himself. Wow! It would be so exciting to wear! He could hardly wait!

"A girl is very sensitive about another girl wearing her undies" said Melissa, "so I got you some bras and panties of your own. Now you won't have to borrow mine every day."

One pair was black lace, forming a triangle in front, then tapering down to just a thin strap over the hips. Another pair was white, with a very silky soft material in the crotch, and lace above. There were gold sparkle nylon leggings, control top pantyhose in various colors, a strapless bra, a black one, and a white one. And a matched set of pastel purple panties and bra.

"And you never got your curves, like most other girls have" said Melissa sadly. "So to help you there, I got you this girdle. More like a corset actually. It will really help bring out your girlish figure."

She giggled as she handed it to Al, who stoked it gently. And that wasn't all! There was still more! Now Melissa pulled out a wig. Long blond hair, that would reach down to at least the top of his boobs! He was going to have long hair!

Melissa took him by the hand upstairs, complimenting him on all the housework he had done all day while she was shopping. The reached the bedroom, and Al could hardly wait to get it all on.

She gave them the black bra and panty set, which he eagerly put on. Then the darkest control top nylons she had bought. Then it was time to get into the girdle. Al had to hold his breath, as Melissa pulled with all her might to get it closed as tight as she could.

But it was worth it, when he looked in the mirror, and saw how it slimmed up his tummy, and made his hips looked wider in comparison. It looked like he had curves now!

He slid the fake boobs into the bra, and never felt so feminine before in all his life as he stared at himself in the mirror. But things were just getting started.

Next, Melissa had him put on the black dress. It was exciting and sexy. It was scooped both in front (revealing a peak at the top of his boobs), and in back (finally closing, just above the spot on his back where the bra fastened).

Next, Melissa had him sit down, and put the high heels onto his feet. She showed him how the little straps buckled up. He teetered when he stood up, and took many tentative steps around the room, trying to get used to them.

"Julia, let me fix your hair for you" said Melissa. Al sat back down, as she fastened the wig to him. The long hairs tickled his neck. Every time he moved his head, he felt the hair, and it excited him all the more.

He sat still as Melissa put on his makeup and jewelry, and tweaked his hair to make it just right. Finally satisfied, she nodded.

"Go look at yourself in the mirror Julia" she said.

Al wobbled over to the mirror, stumbling once, and having to grab onto the bedpost to keep from falling over.

 

Wow. He looked like a girl. Like a girl! It was unbelievable. He turned to the side, and jutted out his chest. He spun around, feeling the skirt flying around him, then stopping and settling back into place.

Melissa had ducked into the walk-in closet, so Al gently touched his new long hair, then put his hands over his large boobs. He felt so wonderful, so free, so feminine. He just could not believe this was true.

He looked up to see Melissa emerging from the walk-in closet. She was dressed up fancy, in a red dress. She was putting on her heels. It wasn't fair. It took just two minutes for her to look stunning, while it had taken over an hour for him, and he was nowhere near as radiant as she was.

"Why are you getting dressed up?" said Al.

"You never asked me why I came home early last night" she replied.

"Well, why *did* you come home early?"

"We couldn't get into the club we were going to visit, because they messed up our reservations. So we're going tonight, to make up for it. All of the girls."

"That's nice" he said. He'd have some time to himself to enjoy being like this, and to pleasure himself, since she wasn't going to do it for him.

"Yes, it is nice. And *you* are coming with us."

"Oh no. I can't" said Al, terrified of going out dressed up like a woman. What if someone saw him?

"Oh, that's so sweet of you Julia. I know that you don't know my friend Stephanie all that well, but I talked to her on the cell phone today, and she is excited to have you join us tonight."

"But...."

"No excuses. Grab your purse. We're heading out" said Melissa. Almost before he knew it, they were in her car, speeding off down the road. She turned on the CD of Prince's Greatest Hits, and moved her head to the dance rhythm.

"Come on Julia, don't be so stiff! Move to the music!" she said.

Al tried his best, but he wasn't smooth and graceful like her. He was out of the house, dressed like a girl, and about to crash the bachealorette party...

 

* * *

Melissa pulled the car up to the curb, where the red ropes and carpet awaited them. A valet opened the door for Al, then came around to do the same for her. He handed Melissa a slip of paper with a number on it, and got in her car to go park it.

Melissa grabbed Al by the hand, and started to walk into the door of what looked to be an old warehouse converted into a club. Inside, she said that she was with Stephanie's party, and a young man escorted them over to where the other girls were.

Al thought it was odd how the guy seemed to have on such skimpily clothes for a club. He took his seat by the stage. This must be a comedy club or something, with all the tables alongside the stage like that.

He was immediately overwhelmed by conversation, as the twenty or so girls were all talking at once. They were all nice to him, trying to involve him in the conversation. He had met one or two of them before, but by the time they got around the table, he had already forgotten most of their names.

"I love your dress!" said the redhead. "You look so cute in it."

"Thanks" said Al. "Your outfit is nice too."

"Well thank you for noticing!" said the redhead, who then went into a twenty minute talk about how she had picked it out at a store, only to find that they didn't have her size, then she had to hunt all over town to find what she wanted. Al must smiled and nodded. She was treating him like one of the girls. He would try his best to act like one.

He looked around. The place was really filling up. But he noticed something: all of the people sitting at the little tables seemed to be women. Why were only women here at the club? It wasn't. It couldn't be. No!

He shot a worried glance to Melissa, who just smiled back at him.

"The show starts any minute. Aren't you excited?" she said.

He was about to reply, when a man with a microphone came out on the stage.

"Hello ladies. Now the time has come that you've all been waiting for. Let me introduce some of our dancers, here at Body Rocks."

Loud dance music blared out of the speakers, drowning out all conversations. Dozens and dozens of girls swayed their heads to the beat, so Al tried to join in so he wouldn't stand out.

But then *they* started to come out on the stage. One after the other, perfectly built men came out, bouncing to the beat. They weren't wearing much, but even Al could notice how their pants bulged out. These weren't just dancers; they were strippers. Melissa had taken him to a male strip club! No!

"Ladies, here is Enrico" said the emcee. "And the hunky Carlos."

Shrieks of girls could be heard, as Carlos reached down and almost ripped the shirt off his chest, which glistened in the stage light. He must have oiled up before going on. Al wanted to die, but all the girls squealed with delight.

It would be the start of a long night for him...

 

* * *

 

When they finally left the club, Al's ears were still ringing from the loud music. He had downed five drinks, trying to get through it all. How could he sit there and look at naked men dancing on stage? That was sick! He was *so* happy when they finally left.

But instead of going home, now they went to a bar, and sat together at a long table. Every guy in the place kept staring at them, which made Al feel particularly uncomfortable.

"What do you think of that guy in the green shirt?" whispered Melissa to him.

"I don't know" he replied, sorely.

"Yeah, he's no Carlos, that's for sure" giggled Melissa. "But I thought you might go for that kind of guy. I was just trying to help you with your love life. You always complain that you're looking to get laid. I could go tell him you think he's cute, if you want."

"No!" said Al.

Melissa smiled an evil grin back at him. She was going to do it anyway. He could tell. Now he was cowering with fear. She was going to try to set him up with a guy! He was sorry he had ever gotten into all of this in the first place.

 

Melissa got up, and said she needed to go to the potty. She walked past the bar, and stopped when she reached the guy in the green shirt. She said something to him, and pointed over to the table where the girls all were. Al thought he was going to have a heart attack. How could she do this to him?

She gave the "ok" sign to him, then headed into the lady's room. Al really had to go too by now, but he was too scared to enter the lady's room himself. And he couldn't go into the men's room like he was! So he had to try to hold in it.

The waitress tapped Al on the shoulder, and handed him a tall glass full of a pinkish red liquid.

"The guy over there at the bar bought a hurricane for you" she said.

The guy waved to him and winked. Al looked down. The guy thought he was a girl, and was interested in him. He was completely embarrassed and humiliated.

The waitress walked away. Al wanted to die. He didn't know what to do. He needed a drink. Bad. So he started to sip the hurricane through the pink straw. It was powerful, and it would help him get through this. He didn't stop to think about how accepting the drink and taking a sip from it like he just did would send a signal to the guy in the green shirt.

Al was very relieved when Melissa returned. He ducked down, to hide himself from the guy. As he was just about done with the drink, he felt someone staring at him. From close by. He looked up to see the guy, right there by him!

"Hello Julia. Your girlfriend told me your name, and your favorite drink. Would it be too much for me to ask you for a dance?"

"Um, I have to go use the little girl's room" said Al, who stood up, and scooted across the room as fast as he could go in his heels. He went into the door marked "Women", and hurried into a stall as fast as he could.

Al sat down to go pee. He could hardly do it standing up, and get caught. He held his breath when he heard the door swing open, and a couple of girls walk in together, their heels clicking on the hard linoleum.

"....so I said to him: if you think I'm going to put out for you, just because you took me out once, you're out of your mind!" said the first one.

"Good for you" said the other. "Those men and their dirty minds. All they think about is sex all day. I mean, I get horny too, but not 24 hours a day! They think with the wrong head."

"You've got that right. Men just want one thing from us: sex. That's all they care about. I want a man who cares about me as a person. I want a man who cares about my emotions. I don't want to be just two boobs and a pussy, who happens to cook and clean."

They went on and on, ripping on men. From where he was sitting, Al couldn't disagree. He looked back on how he had behaved over the years, and he suddenly felt ashamed. He had done all those terrible things that they had said, at one time or another. He had a new perspective on women now.

That must be why Melissa had done this to him. To teach him a lesson. To show him how a woman really feels. He decided that after that night, he would never dress up as a girl again. Instead, he would devote himself to trying to act better, and to work harder to love Melissa. She was his wife, and he owed her that. He had a lot to make up for. He would beg for her forgiveness, as soon as they got home.

 

"Julia, you can't hide in here all night!" said a voice. He recognized it as the redhead he had been talking to.

"I'm sorry. I just don't feel well" said Al. "Let me know when you're all going home."

"Melissa is worried about you. She's out front getting the car right now."

"Thanks" said Al. He finally came out of the stall, washed his hands, then thanked the redhead girl before leaving the restroom. He hurried by the bar, so the guy in the green shirt wouldn't try to talk to him. Must to his relief, the guy was nowhere to be seen.

Al went out the front door, and found Melissa there waiting for him, with her passenger door open. He got in, and was silent as they rode home.

 

* * *

 

"I am so sorry" said Al, when they got home, and went up to the bedroom. "I have neglected you, and haven't treated you like I should have all these years."

Melissa looked at him in silence.

"I haven't always thanked you for all you did. And I haven't always been there for you, like you've been there for me. You're so supportive, but I neglected you emotionally. And sometimes, I don't listen when you talk. And I don't take care of your needs. I am *so* sorry."

Al started to cry. Melissa sat down next to him and hugged him.

"Don't cry Julia. You've been a good girlfriend to me. I love you like a sister."

"Can we stop with the Julia stuff? I'll never do that again. I swear to you. I'm done."

"What's the matter Julia, done with what?" she said, sounding surprised.

"Knock it off, okay? I'm too upset to know what to say. I'll never do this again. I promise you. Can you please stop it now?"

"Are you starting your period? You're all goofy. Maybe you should cut back on your estrogen supplements or something. Your way too emotional when you are PMSing."

"I'm not a girl!" said Al, really upset now.

"No, you're right. You're a *woman*."

"Please stop it" said Al, really crying now.

"Cheer up girl! I got that guys phone number for you. He's really nice, and he's really interested in you. I told him that you'd call him tomorrow, when you sobered up."

Al continued to sob.

"Look at me" said Melissa. "Look at me! Into my eyes!"

Al looked up at her, through the tears.

"You are a woman. And as a woman, you need a man. I've found a man for you Julia. And you are not going to let this one get away like all the others. No more excuses. You are no longer a little girl. You're a woman now, and I expect you to act like one!"

"I'm not a woman. I'm a man" whispered Al.

"A man? Oh come on! You're a girl! Just look at you. You've never been a man. You've always been a little girl inside. Always! From the first day we met! I made a big mistake thinking that you were the type that I'd want to be with. You're nothing but a girl to me Julia. A woman, and nothing more. You're not my lover anymore. Just my girlfriend."

Al was crushed. He had tried to apologize to her, but she still was doing this! She was telling him that he was a woman.

Melissa started to undress, so Al did too. When he was down to just his bra and panties, Melissa came up to him. She started to stroke him.

"I want you to go down on me" she said. "Just like a girl."

Al perked right up. He was eager now. He never liked going down on her, hating the taste. But he couldn't refuse her now. He did everything she told him to as he went at her with his tongue.

"You are my girl now" said Melissa. "My little slave girl, my pussy slave, who will do anything I tell her to do."

Al kept going until Melissa got too tender, and needed to push him away.

"Lay on your back, slave" she said.

Al got on the bed, and laid down on his back. Melissa straddled him, guiding his stiff erect member deep inside of her.

"You are a girl. *My* girl" she said, as she thrust up and down. "I know that you want to be a girl. That's your deepest inner fantasy, isn't it? Well I'm going to make your dreams come true, my little pussy slave."

She thrust again and again, as Al's eyes rolled back in his head. With several days of stored up sexual energy, he was feeling overwhelmed now. Not to mention that he had been dressed as a girl for well over one day straight, fulfilling a fantasy he kept in the back of his head for years.

"You are my pussy slave" she repeated. "You will do anything I tell you, whenever I tell you. At home, you are going to be a girl, almost all of the time. You are going to dress like a girl, and act like one. You will do what every I tell you. You belong to me. You are completely mine now."

She thrust up and down again. Al was close to coming inside her.

"When we go outside, sometimes you can pretend to be a man. And sometimes, you'll be your true feminine self. *I* will decide what you wear every day, and what you can and can't do. You need to start thinking of yourself as a woman, because that's what you are now."

Al tried to hold back, but he was going to burst at any moment.

"If you're a bad girl, I might make you start dating guys. If you *ever* disobey me, or even *think* anything I don't want you to, you'll find yourself sucking cocks. And I'll make you *love* doing it. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes" said Al.

"Tell me what you are now!" demanded Melissa.

"I am your pussy slave."

"And what else?"

"I am a woman."

"Excellent. You understand. Good girl."

With that, she pumped again, squeezing him tightly. He exploded inside her, coming harder than he had since he was a young boy.

"You are my pussy slave" she whispered in his ear. "Now and forever. You belong to me, completely. You are a woman now. And you are mine."

Al fell asleep with her whispering in his ear.

 

* * *

 

Al woke up and hurried to the shower. Melissa was just getting out, and he needed to dry her off. He had to make sure he served her well. He was completely devoted to her, and would do anything for her.

After Melissa was dry, she went to dress while Al showered. As usual, he shaved off what little body hair remained. A few more electrolysis sessions, and he would never have to worry about anything but his legs and armpits anymore.

He checked out his chest for new signs of growth. The breast cream had helped a little, but now he had to wait for the hormone pills to kick in. Melissa had assured him that if his boobs didn't burst out in the next few months, they'd look at getting him implants.

He was excited about getting implants. Because she *told* him to be excited about it, and he always did what she told him to do. He was her little pussy slave. He lived to server her, and her pussy. He would go down on her at least once or twice a day, at her order. He did everything she told him to.

She was training him now with a strap-on, and she said that one day soon, she would find a couple of boyfriends for them. Once the estrogens really kicked in, he would never get an erection again. That excited him. He hated how his bulge looked like a tent pole under his panties. He wished he was like Melissa. He wanted to be a real woman, just like her.

But in the mean time, all he could do was to serve her as best he could. He hurried downstairs. She would be hungry, and he had to cook breakfast for her. Just one of his many mandatory jobs every day, but it was worthwhile.

"Julia, where are you?" said Melissa.

"I'm coming!" he responded, in the new high pitched voice he was working on.

"Ah, my little pussy slave. You need to be more prompt. Or I will have to punish you."

"I'm sorry. Let me make it up to you."

 

Melissa moaned as she tried to drink her coffee. It was hard to read the paper, with her legs spread wide under the table, and her little pussy slave sticking his tongue inside her.

He believed that he was taking female hormones now, and was acting more eager to be a real woman. But she liked him how he was now. She would use him for sex when she felt like it, and got him to be the 'housewife', taking care of chores. He didn't even mind that she had a boyfriend on the side. A real man. All she had to do was to ask if he wanted to double date the guy's brother, and he'd clam up.

She giggled as his tongue tickled a sensitive spot on her labia. It was good to have a little pussy slave. She only wished that she had found out about his perversions sooner, so she could have had him doing this for years.

The best part was that he was truly happy now. And she had never been so fulfilled in her life either. She threw her head back as yet another orgasm tore through her nerves, making her shake and tremble.

"Good girl, my little Julia" she said. "Good girl."

  

  

  

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