The Stillman Institute: Power of Suggestion

by Craig Ginko

 

Margaret had joined her neighbors to drive Jenny to the airport, off for a week of training on the West Coast. While Jenny bustled with last minute preparations, Margaret continued the conversation she had started with Jenny's husband James, and his best friend, Will, over drinks the weekend before. She was needling the boys one more time, and they were rising to the bait.

"I just don't agree, Will," James exclaimed. "The power in a woman's body over a man is right there on her chest. A pretty girl in a tight shirt can always get what she wants."

Will just smiled and slightly shook his head. "Tits may work for you, my man, but for me it's the legs and ass. A short skirt, heels and a wiggle in the butt will always work for me."

Margaret smiled to herself. They'll soon see for themselves, she thought, as Jenny walked into the room saying, "Well then let's hope this outfit works for both of you."

She was dressed in a short, pleated navy skirt with matching strappy three inch heels, that showed her legs to perfection. Her pink blouse stretched across an ample, but not over-large, chest in just the right places, showing the outline of an embroidered lace bra beneath.

"Wow babe, you look great. All this just for an airplane ride?" James kidded. He appreciated how his wife had recently started dressing more stylishly, but he had to admit she looked even sexier than usual. He loved looking right through her shirts to her breasts sheathed in their sexy bra.

The outfit was not wasted on Will either. He openly gawked at Jenny's legs and ass, thinking once again how lucky his friend was to have landed such a fox. "No complaints from me," he gibed.

For her part, Margaret was once more astounded at the changes in Jenny since they began their sessions at the Stillman Institute.

 

"Please come with me, Margaret," Jenny had pleaded. "I just know you'll enjoy it, and I really need someone to coach me. You're so confident and I couldn't convince a flea, let alone myself. I really think you should come. Please?"

Margaret smiled at her friend and agreed. "OK, OK… I'll come with you. But, I'm not sure I understand what you're trying to accomplish."

Jenny's eyes dropped a bit. It took a great deal of effort to say, "I just want to feel sexier. I've always been a tomboy, and I've never been able to enjoy having men look at me the way you do. I know I'm not that bad looking, I just want to have some confidence about it. "And," she continued, a bit bashfully, "James would like me to be more, well, girly."

"But Jenny, what's this class got to do with that?"

"The Stillman Institute holds a class on the Power of Suggestion. Dr. Stillman is very selective and there will only be three of us, with our coaches – that's you. You'll coach me to be more confident and open-minded and to dress sexier without being embarrassed."

Margaret saw that Jenny was serious, and refrained from mentioning any doubt she had about the class. So, for the past three months, she had willingly joined Jenny for their meetings.

Margaret was amazed how easily it came to her. With Dr. Stillman's instruction and Jenny's willingness, results were immediate. Only three months of Dr. Stillman's exercises, and here Jenny was, dressed in her best just-in-case style, precisely as Margaret had suggested.

Jenny bussed her husband, and the girls made for the door. Margaret was already looking forward to display her husband Wendell to the boys. "Remember you're both due at my house exactly at seven. Make sure you dress up a little. I know you haven't seen Wendell in a while, and I want the evening to be very special. So, don't you dare be late."

"Yeah, yeah," the guys laughed back. "See you then."

They missed the twinkle in Margaret's eye as she turned to the door, but she noticed her heartbeat increasing as she quickly thought of the events about to unfold.

 

"I suggest that you should be very proud of your tits. You should dress them in sexy lace bras and wear sheer tops and sweaters to show them off. In fact, you should get excited every day just putting on a pretty bra. You should get hot when someone looks at them, and swell up any time they're touched." Margaret surprised herself with the next suggestion. "You should be so hot that you can come just from your lover sucking on them."

"I suggest you should wear skirts, stockings and heels whenever you dress up even a little. You should love the fact that your legs are worth looking at, and that they command attention. In fact, you should encourage that attention using every technique you can imagine – short skirts, showing your stocking tops or a lacy slip, bending over, anything you can think of."

"I suggest that you enjoy be very 'girly'. You should be thrilled by wearing all those special things we girls can – pretty nightgowns, garter belts, teddies, petticoats and corsets. You should love dressing up and seducing your lover, or having someone dress and seduce you. And you should wear prettier jewelry, particularly sexy earrings and necklaces."

After considering a number of alternatives, Margaret had made her final suggestions just the previous week, many of them intended to loosen some long-held inhibitions.

Jenny was thrilled with the results, but more than a little disappointed that the formal sessions were ending and that their husbands had not seemed to notice much of a change.

"You've made me feel so much better, Margaret. I think it would be great if you could make Will and James and Wendell feel the same way."

"Well, maybe I can…"

 

Margaret pulled up to the terminal. They had gone over the details of their preparations again during the drive. Jenny assured Margaret that everything was ready.

"Do you really think this is going to work?" she asked again.

"I've told you," Margaret replied patiently, "I don't know. But you've seen yourself, it certainly worked on Wendell. I'll call you later tonight and let you know how it goes."

With that, Margaret leaned into Jenny and gave her a soft, heartfelt good-bye kiss while making one last slow tracing of Jenny's bra, smiling to herself as she felt her new lover's breast fill and harden.

 

The boys finished their beer and glanced at the clock. James jumped from his chair much earlier than usual. "If I'm going to be ready on time, I need to get started." If Will found this extraordinary, he didn't show it, as he got up, too. "You go ahead and use the guest rooms."

An short time later, James stood in the shower enjoying himself. He had purchased a new white shirt and a light-weight white pullover sweater, giving him a choice for tonight's little party. Inexplicably, pondering which would look better was causing him to become excited. His cock filled as he considered, meanwhile reaching for Jenny's razor.

A foreign thought had entered his mind. "If I'm going to wear that sweater, I don't want my pit hair to poke through," he mused. He tried to shake the idea from his head. No man in his right mind would think such a thing, but he also knew it would look sexier to have shaved. And the thought of looking sexier made his member jump. He moved slightly to the left, letting the warm water strike his sensitive nipples, as he raised his right arm to shave.

He resisted the urge to jerk off while finishing his shower, even though he was thoroughly excited. He slipped into a pair of black boxers and tailored slacks, shoes and socks. He then turned to the bed where his new purchases were laid out. He couldn't ignore the tightness in his chest, his hardened nipples and the accelerated beating of his heart. This was completely new to him. How could picking out a shirt be so stimulating?

He still couldn't decide, until he turned from both and noticed a shimmery, sheer white blouse Jenny had left hanging on the closet door handle. An absolutely new, utterly exciting and thoroughly perplexing thought came to him – he wanted to wear that blouse, knew he would wear that blouse, but couldn't , wouldn't wear it without something underneath. "What the hell?" he thought, terrified and thrilled at the same time. "No, I can't! I can't!" and yet the screaming from his throbbing cock and hard nipples told him he was going to. He wanted to. He had to.

He turned to his dresser and opened a drawer, not at all astonished to find what was already there.

Jenny had followed Margaret's instructions exactly. Scanning through several colors and styles that Jenny had left for him, James gingerly picked out his first bra. It was pure white, like every girl's first bra should be. It was padded with soft lining, and the full cups were covered with intricate lace. The lacy camisole straps followed around to a back strap made of stretch lace in the same pattern. It was a confection that he would love to see on any woman, and it made his heart race to know that he was certainly about to wear it himself.

He turned back to the bed holding the bra in his hands. The choice was made. No one wearing such a stunning bra would cover it up with a sweater or shirt. He looked at the sheer white blouse and could imagine himself, the sheer blouse tight against his lace bra, actually drawing every eye through the fabric to his chest. In back, the eyes would travel down and across the embroidered back strap. His breath tightened again as he realized that was exactly the effect he wanted.

Hands trembling, voices in his head screaming "No!" and "God, yes!", Will unclasped the hooks, slowly slid his arms through the straps, and struggled slightly behind his back, to put on his first bra. His nipples hardened even more as the cup lining slid over them. He adjusted the straps and then consciously, ever so slowly traced the scalloped outline of the cups down to the center bow, then lightly over the lace to his encased nipples. The pleasure was almost overwhelming, and he continued to caress himself with half closed eyes and beating heart for a long moment.

The moment ended with a quiver of humiliation. Not at all knowing how it came to be, he knew that he would never leave the house again without wearing a beautiful, sexy bra.

 

They gasped as they met each other in the same family room where Margaret had suggested that they 'dress up' for the evening.

Will was wearing a tight black skirt and a crimson silk shirt that matched the embarrassment in his cheeks and the three inch classic red pumps on his feet. His legs were encased in sheer black nylons that glistened in the light with each small movement. "I.. I.." he stammered, then stopped short as he looked at his best friend.

From beneath James' soft, lightweight white shirt, an expensive white padded bra, embroidered with lace, was stretching the buttons. Will's eyes followed the camisole straps up to James' shoulders, and finally to his equally embarrassed face. Glancing in the mirror over James' shoulder, Will could see the lace continued through the backstrap, and was clearly visible through the blouse. The straps were perfectly straight, as if he had adjusted them with care. "I couldn't...", James began, then gave up as the sight of Will seeped in.

They started talking as one.

"I couldn't stop myself."

"I shaved my pits in the shower."

"I shaved my legs."

"I was actually hoping the bra would show through."

"If I'd had them, I would have put on stockings and a garter belt."

"I stood in front of the mirror and adjusted the straps until they were completely right."

"I stood in front of the mirror to make sure I had no lines showing on my ass."

What neither of them would admit to the other was the underlying, emotional thrill each experienced while deciding what to wear, putting it on and admiring the results in a full-length mirror. In fact, James was in a constant state of arousal from the pressure of the bra straps on his chest, and the silky lining rubbing his nipples each time he moved.

Will explained that he found the skirt, pantyhose and heels in the guest bedroom, and couldn't stop himself from putting them on. He didn't tell his friend that his raging cock was also encased in the sexiest red lace thong he had ever seen.

He was constantly aware of his skirt rubbing over his nylon-encased, shaved legs and cock, and the new pressures on his feet each time he took a step in his heels. What's more, he was trying, unsuccessfully, not to admire his friend's curved and lacy chest.

James, too, was decidedly attracted to his companion's long, silk-clad legs and high heels. Rather than admit more to each other, they turned to pressing matters.

"What happened to us? We certainly can't go to dinner at Margaret's like this." Will sat down on the couch, unconscious that he smoothed his skirt, and immediately crossed his legs to swing one red heel softly back and forth. But even as he said it, he knew he wanted to go, to be seen in his hot little skirt and red, fuck-me pumps.

"I don't know what happened, but I know I'm going to Margaret's." The next part came out in a hushed, embarrassed tone. "I can't explain it, but I want them to see me like this. I'm really excited about going out dressed in a sheer blouse with such a pretty bra on under it."

Will's feigned reluctance crumbled at this perfect expression of his own feelings. "I know. I feel like I can't go out unless I'm wearing stockings and heels, and, now that I'm dressed, I really want to go, too. Do you think she's responsible for this?"

It seemed reasonable to James, but he found that he could not find a reason to be upset at Margaret. Instead, he answered, "Even if she is, we still have to go."

He opened the door. Will got a little thrill as he once again looked at the lace in James's shirt. He asked, "Are you going to put on a jacket or something?"

"I don't think so. Thanks." James's answer surprised himself. Even more so when he recognized what he was really thinking - God no! I love the way this looks and I'm not going to cover it up.

Meanwhile Will was reveling in the click that his heels made on the sidewalk and the slightly cool breeze making its way up his legs and pantyhose to his cock. He walked carefully through the door, while James's eyes surveyed his tight ass, finishing where the faint triangle of Will's thong was outlined.

The short, otherwise silent, walk next door ended when James pressed Margaret's doorbell.

 

She had been waiting impatiently all day. Would it work? Would they come? She had a little experience with Wendell, but that was under different circumstances. She rushed to the door and swung it open. The sight of the two men in their sexy outfits flooded her with excitement, swelling her pussy lips and causing her nipples to reach right through her sheer bra and sweater.

"Come in, come in," she gasped, ushering them into the foyer. If she was surprised by their appearance or obvious embarrassment, she showed no sign. "Don't you two look great." She walked all the way around them, while they endured her appraisal.

Margaret could hardly contain herself at the first results of her little suggestions. James had chosen a sexy Natori bra that made her want to trace the straps as she had done to his beautiful wife only a few hours ago. She willfully stopped herself, saving that next pleasure for later on. Had he also worn the matching lace panties? It was a delicious question.

Will was an even more pleasant surprise. Jenny's choices for him were perfect. Not only had he worn the red high heels that practically screamed 'Fuck me', she noticed the fine quality of his stockings and the fact that she had probably chosen the tightest skirt she could find. What about you, Will, she wondered. Panties or thong? Stockings or pantyhose? She looked closer at the skirt stretched across his tight ass and decided for herself. No panty lines - a thong or nothing at all. Her breath tightened as she felt her own panties become even wetter with anticipation. She circled to the front and covertly admired the large bulge in Will's skirt.

She began leading them to the great room at the back of the house, knowing full well what they were going through.

The confusion raging within her guests was palpable. They felt like crying out, or running away, or stripping out of their finery right there, but could do nothing but smile and thank Margaret for inviting them. James was inwardly pleased with the way Margaret had let her eyes survey his lace-bound chest, drawing satisfaction from the obvious approval of a woman with exquisite taste. His nipples sent a thrill through him as his bra shifted slightly while walking.

Will was growing harder, if that was possible, admiring Margaret as she walked away. The straps of her bra were silloueted against the fitted pastel yellow sweater she wore. The trim black skirt she wore was tight enough to reveal the hint of her thong's triangle, pointing directly down the crack of her taut ass. His eye followed the back seam to the kick pleat, where a hint of the coordinating pale yellow lace of her slip danced with each step. Her legs were wrapped in sheer stockings that ended in a pair of four inch black pumps with delicate ankle straps.

Here they were, two grown men hungrily staring at a voluptuous woman, each wearing something more fitting a beauty queen. They were being entertained, and apparently admired, by a woman who made no indication that anything was wrong at all. They passed a meaningful glance to each other, but could say nothing.

Margaret motioned for them each to take a seat. James sat in a high-backed chair, not noticing how gracefully he had done so. Margaret noticed that he did not cross his arms over his chest. Rather he sat without his usual slouch with his hands in his lap.

Margaret smiled as she saw Will run his hands over his ass and thighs when he took a seat on the sofa. He immediately crossed his legs, despite what must have been the discomfort of his obvious hard-on and the tightness of his skirt.

"I just got a call from Wendell. He was running a little late but should be here right away. We'll eat as soon as he gets home and cleaned up for dinner."

The two friends murmured their OK's and gazed into their wine glasses. They were each wondering what Wendell would say when he say them dressed as sissies.

At that moment, the garage door went up and they jumped together.

"Never mind, you two. That's just Wendell pulling in. I'll go tell him you're already here and to hurry up and get changed."

Margaret left the room for the kitchen. As soon as she was gone the two could finally talk to each other.

"What's going on, James? It's like she doesn't even know we're dressed like this."

"She knows, Will. Did you see the way she looked through my shirt? And you should have seen how she looked at your ass. Somehow she's responsible for this."

"Well let's get out of here right now, and figure this out."

"Part of me wants to go so bad, but I can't. And honestly, Will, another part of me doesn't want to go at all."

As their frustrated discussion continued, Margaret met Wendell at the kitchen door. He could tell from her prominent nipples that his sexy wife's plan was going well.

She bolted right into his arms and welcomed him with a long, slow French kiss. They had been together for over ten years, and they loved each other more each day. Her little games had kept the spark in their marriage, and no one on the outside would ever know just how much she controlled him with just her sensuality. For his part, Wendell adored this woman and would do anything for her.

Pushing back slightly, she smiled as she took note of his green, double-breasted suit and black knit sweater. A very close inspection would reveal the sweater to be a Liz Claiborne. Catching her breath, she noticed something new. "I love your earrings, honey" she whispered, sending a thrill through his body and snapping his cock to immediate attention. He had replaced the small studs that he got the previous weekend with a pair of small loops, that he had obviously purchased himself. "What a wonderful surprise, no wonder I adore you."

Her heartfelt praise immediately reinforced his choice and made Wendell feel both pleased and very sexy.

"Our guests have arrived," she informed him. "Why don't you go up and change, and we'll visit for awhile."

As she was speaking, Margaret softly ran the tip of her lacquered fingernail from Wendell's zipper down between his legs, to where his balls were constrained. As he purred, she felt lightly through his trousers for what she knew was there, the two snaps that secured the ivory teddy he was wearing under his suit. His cock jumped with each vibration. "I laid your outfit on the bed. Don't be too long." Again she kissed him, and returned to her guests, giddy with delight. She couldn't believe that on the very day that Will and James donned their first sexy finery, Wendy had changed her earrings without any additional encouragement. She was so hot she could nearly taste herself.

Her two guests ceased their discussion as soon as she re-entered the room. She apologized, refilled their wine glasses and gracefully sat down on the flowered loveseat directly across from Will. As she crossed her legs, a wisp of yellow lace folded itself around her thighs. She followed his eyes to her hem, then asked quietly, "Do you like my slip, Will?"

Caught off guard, he uttered a quick and honest, "It's beautiful," before he could catch himself.

"I just love the way a lacy slip feels as it moves across my stockings. And it's got the added benefit of drawing your eyes to my legs and ass every time it peeks out a little." She playfully lifted the hem of her skirt a couple of inches to show the wide band of delicate lace against her thigh. "I know I should wear a black slip with this skirt, but the contrast really draws your eye, doesn't it? I know you're going to love the feeling, and the teasing, as much as I do." Will practically bit his lip as the idea of a sensuous slip gliding over his nyloned thighs caused his cock to throb.

"Besides, I like all of my lingerie to match and coordinate with my outfit whenever I can." This last was just the slightest bit directed towards James, who didn't realize until now that the bra he had been admiring through Margaret's sweater was also yellow and not white or ivory. His mind flooded with a notion of shopping for every color and style of pretty bra he would need to match his shirts, causing his cock to jump as well.

She was acutely aware of their respective hard-ons. She also knew that they had been full and turgid since they started dressing that afternoon. As with any man, this was the best time to bend their will and invoke hers.

"My husband will be down in a few minutes. Before he does, I think it's time that we talked a little more openly. I think you've already found that you can't discuss your condition when someone is present, unless you know that person is aware of your condition. That's one of the three basic suggestions I have given you."

"The second is that you cannot masturbate to relieve the desire in your cocks, and, yes, I can see the desire from here even now. I want you to enjoy your feelings and the anticipation, and you might be tempted to jack off and not give yourselves the chance. You'll be needing help to get relief, and I think you're both going to enjoy using your new assets to get that help..."

She noted the look of shock creeping into their faces as they digested this last message. She had seen it once before, and watched as it had melted away.

James grasped it first. She expected them to seduce, who? Men? Women? to get their rocks off. What about Jenny? Oh my God! What about Jenny!?

"... In fact," she concluded with a kitten smile, "I'm anxious to help you both." Their body language betrayed their minds. James' chest puffed out a little and Will's crossed leg started bouncing more quickly. Despite their internal objections, she knew she had them by the lace-clad balls, even if they didn't yet know it.

James had a hundred things to say, but the only thing to come out was, "What about this?" pointing both hands to his chest. Even as he was objecting, he pulled the bottom of his shirt to straighten how it fell over his bra.

Margaret stifled a satisfied smile as she watched him.

"I've given each of you a gift." Before they could react to this, she continued.

"You remember as we talked last night, you each told me what the sexiest thing a woman could do to make herself irresistible. I tried to tell you that pressure to dress that way was most often put upon women by their men, including by the two of you on poor Jenny. The woman dresses to please her man, but often gets no pleasure herself from doing it. She may feel embarrassed by wearing a sheer blouse or uncomfortable wearing high heels. You two insisted that just the chance to wearing sexier things should cause the woman to enjoy it for its own sake."

"Jenny actually felt so badly about not measuring up, that she asked me to help her learn to enjoy being a sexy woman. You've seen some of the results so far."

"You mean the new clothes and haircut?" James asked.

"Uh-huh, and a lot more you haven't seen yet," Margaret continued mysteriously. "But then, she realized that the two of you, and Wendell, too, might benefit from some of the same encouragement."

"I am going to prove that she was right." The statement was not malicious, cruel or frightening. Rather, Margaret's breathy delivery emphasized that she loved both of them, and was giving them a gift that she considered to be the most precious she could.

Deep down, both James and Will sensed that goodwill. It was the same feeling that kept James from being angry at Margaret before they left the house, and again, now. Rather a sense of unease, coupled with an unexpected exhilaration, gripped them both.

"I'm one of those lucky women who loves dressing up in lace and heels. I want to be looked at - my face, my legs, my ass and my tits. And I love being with others who appreciate the same feelings."

"When James started convincing Jenny to dress sexier, she was just the opposite. She had trouble getting any joy at all out of doing it, except that it made you happy, James. And I'll tell you now that she was trying to please you, too, Will. When she came to me to talk about it, I was heartbroken that I couldn't make her feel what I felt everyday. You both know how I love her, too, and I desperately wanted to help. Then she got me to go with her to the Stillman Institute sessions, where I learned to encourage her with loving suggestions and support."

"Over time, I suggested to her that she could start to feel excited about dressing up, showing her tits and wearing high heels. I suggested some new places to shop. She became more open, more receptive each time we were together. The more I suggested that she feel sexy and excited, the more she was. And you both know how completely gorgeous and sexy she is now. She feels it just like I do, and I got such joy from helping her. Later on, she told me that she was sure that my loving suggestions had been just the thing to change her and that maybe I could do the same for the men in our lives."

 

It had started with Wendell as an anniversary present.

Jenny gave her the idea. They had just finished their last session at the Institute, followed by some lingerie shopping and a very hot session in bed. She was modeling a sexy little chemise in Margaret's bedroom and noticed that she could see into her own guest room next door if the blinds were open. Her eyes twinkled as she said, "Why don't you do for him what you did for me?"

Margaret wasn't quite sure what Jenny had in mind until she started cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples through her lace bodice. As she did, the rush started to hit Margaret. Hard. How hot would it be to let Wendell feel some of what she could feel, some of what he always did to her. Once her mind started racing, her pussy was drenched, and she knew she had to try."

She would have Wendell at the window that evening, and Jenny would put on a 'little show'. Then Margaret could start suggesting some things he could do to enhance his own feelings. Jenny left extracting a promise for all of the details the following morning.

For the evening, Margaret put on a full length white nightgown with a lace bodice, a pair of matching sheer panties, high heels and a pair of elegant long earrings that nearly touched her shoulders. Wendell found her waiting at the door, so eager that her panties were soaked. He nibbled her ears and played with her earrings from behind while rubbing his hands all over her silky belly. As he started to move to her breasts, she guided him into their darkened bedroom and up to the window to continue. She slid her back right up against him, her ass pressing into his cock while his hands still lightly tickled her stomach. Her earrings danced in front of him."

Wendell kissed her earlobe again. "You look great, honey. You know I love it when you wear long earrings. Especially when you've got something silky on." He continued to hold her and stroke her belly lovingly.

Their lovemaking was often like this. Hungry, yet slow and sensuous. But this time, Margaret was charged with an extra thrill. Was Jenny right? Would her loving husband take her suggestions? The tension in her pussy was tangible.

"God I love how you make me feel, Wendell. I feel so sexy like this. I wish you could feel how I do. I want you to. How hot it is to have my earrings brush my neck. How sensual it is to have something feminine and erotic wrapped around my belly. I want to find a way to let me share it with you." She emphasized her words by exposing his cock and rubbing the purple tip slowly over the satin covering her stomach.

She held her breath a moment, waiting for his objection. Instead, he pressed his cock further into her tummy, purring into her ear and flicking her earrings with the tip of his nose.

"You need to feel the thrill I feel when someone notices your earrings. You need to feel all of the different ways a woman can find her tummy wrapped in sexy things. You need to feel your cock gorge itself when someone notices that you dressed specifically for them, just like you're doing to me now. You need to be a man that can do all of this for me - because I love you so."

She could tell from his breathing that he was getting even hotter. Just then, the light in Jenny's guestroom came on, and she entered, apparently oblivious to the open drapes. Bless you, Jenny, Margaret thought. Perfect timing.

Margaret and Wendell watched silently as Jenny turned to the window. Her diamond earrings glittered as she unzipped the black dinner dress she was wearing. Sliding it off her arms and down her waist, she was framed in the window, wearing nothing but a black lace teddy, cut high to the waist on each leg, and buried in the slit of her pussy.

Wendell was mesmerized, his cock pounding again. Margaret continued her gentle persuasion. "Isn't she beautiful? That teddy looks so hot on her. It must feel wonderful. Look how tight it is against her pussy. Imagine how your cock and balls would feel encased while your tummy was wrapped in silk like that. I want you to feel it - there's nothing like the feel of a teddy, or a lace camisole, or a bustier. Completely feminine. And to have someone touch you there, to admire what you wore for them, will make you so hot. Can you imagine how your earrings and teddy will feel as I suck your cock deep into my throat?"

She dropped to her knees and took his throbbing cock into her mouth in one motion. She had never seen him so compliant, nor so excited. She could feel the pressure in his balls, but wasn't about to let him come yet. She wrapped her hand tightly around the base, and gave him several licks as he caressed her hair.

His eyes were drawn across the lawn as Jenny continued the prearranged assault on his senses. She had slowly lowered the straps of her teddy, and was now shimmying out of it. She stretched languidly, showing Wendell her lean body with its small, firm tits and closely shaved pussy. As Margaret undressed Wendell, Jenny pulled on an emerald green satin camisole and tap pant set that immediately sent a shiver through Wendell as he imagined the top falling softly against his chest and waist.

Margaret was removing his shirt from behind, enjoying his obvious excitement and attention to her lady lover. "Isn't that a sexy little camisole, honey? It looks so soft and silky." Her fingertips traced lightly over his erect nipples and down to his waist, drawing an imaginary line where the hem of the camisole would be. "You'd look so incredibly sexy in that with a pair of emerald earrings." She felt the involuntary gasp that leaped through his body.

Together, they watched Jenny turn, put a pair of red high heels and packets of stockings on the dresser, hang a skirt on the door handle and turn out the lights. With that, Margaret turned and switched a small lamp on.

It was the first time she had seen his face since her suggestions had begun. The look in his eyes brought her to the brink of orgasm. He wanted what she had offered. His cock stood straight and hard, glistening with the moisture her mouth had left behind. He didn't say a word except, "I love you, Margaret."

That was it. His acceptance. It didn't occur to him to object. He wanted it all.

Margaret was on the edge. She wanted to lift her gown and plunge her hand deep into her panties for just a moment to release some of the tension. But she couldn't. She needed to finish what she had started for him. Now. She had to satisfy her need by beginning to satisfy his.

"I have a couple of anniversary gifts for you, Wendell. I think you should open them now." She motioned to the box laying on the bed.

He smiled at her and sat on the edge of the bed, his cock pointing to the ceiling. She sat beside him, putting one hand around his waist while lightly stroking his member. He lifted the box lidded and folded back the white tissue paper inside. She felt him shudder.

From the box he pulled a pale pink chemise with lace trimmed bodice and a series of crisscross ribbons in the back, laces from the neck opening to the waist. There was a pair of matching French cut panties, and a jewelry box contain a pair of silver filigree dangling earrings with clip backs.

His cock leaked a drop of pre-come that she eagerly collected on her finger and licked clean.

"Do you like it, darling. I want you to love it, to love how it feels, to love how I want you to feel."

He was overcome. It was beautiful. He was already imagining how it would feel against his chest, but especially around his waist, with the ribbon tied, forcing the nylon to touch him all around. He could almost feel his cock stretching the panties, his ears tickled by the dangly earrings. He had never known such a wanting.

"Please, Margaret, I need to put them on."

He could not have said anything that would have made her more happy, nor more excited. But she wasn't going to rush, she wanted him to savor this moment. She carefully lifted the chemise over his head while he held his arms up. Her suggestions continue as the gossamer garment lightly dropped over his shoulders.

"You want to always enjoy this moment, the moment when you decide what you are going to wear, how it will feel, how it will look, how sexy you are. You will never become accustomed to the feeling of putting pretty things on, it will excite you every time just as it does now. You will love the anticipation. You will love the moment. You will love the feeling. You will love how others enjoy it. You will not be able to hide your excitement when you're touched or admired in your pretty things. You will enjoy your excitement. You will not be able to jack yourself off, you need to share your feeling with your lover, to have your lover enjoy your feeling, to have your lover make you come. You are a sexy, desirable creature, and your sensibilities will evolve to match your feelings. And in all of this, you are my love and my husband and my man. You will always be my man, and I will always want your loving cock. I want you to feel all of this because I love you so."

As she whispered to him, she draped the filmy chemise over him as he visibly shuddered. She held the panties in front of him as he stepped in, and glided them slowly up his legs and over his waiting cock. The resulting nylon encased bulged was most unfeminine, and the sexist thing Margaret had ever seen.

She turned him around and ever so slowly tightened the laces to bring the chemise to a form fitting casing of his chest and waist. As she tied a bow just above his ass, she could feel him reach a new level of euphoria. She had been preparing him to have this as the pinnacle of his desire, to have something so feminine wrapped around him.

To complete the conquest, she lightly tipped his head to each side as she delicately clipped his new earrings into place. Her pussy spasmed as she watched his engorged cock twitch. With overwhelming love and excitement, she lead him by the hand to their full-length mirror, and stood behind him, touching him now through the chemise as he had so recently done to her.

Margaret knew she had doomed him. He might be able to disguise the teddies and camisoles, but no man could wear pendant earrings every day. He would have to decide to dress as a woman all of the time, knowing all the while he was a man. The thought, so foreign to her just a few days earlier, made her heart beat faster every time she thought of it now.

 

 

Margaret continued. "Once Jenny saw the results with Wendy, she thought I might be able to do the same for the two of you. Then you both gave me the opening I needed. While you were both a little tipsy, I made a couple of suggestions that you seem to have liked."

Will, you admitted that you were a leg man and loved women in high heels and stockings. I simply suggested that you could enjoy the sexy feeling of wearing sexy shoes and hose yourself. In fact, you love wearing them so much that you want to wear women's shoes all the time. You love the feeling of showing off your legs, you love having your legs looked at, and you love having your legs caressed, particularly when they are encased in nylons. It makes you so hard and excited every time you get dressed, or feel a breeze on your leg, or the lace of a slip or the hem of a skirt.

As Will listened to Margaret with increasing fear, he knew everything she said was true. As she spoke, he felt the essence of it all permeate even further. He could barely control the raging hard-on snuggled in his pantyhose. The red pump dangling on his crossed leg bounced up and down with his excitement. He could already imagine his slip sliding over the gartered tops of sheer seamed stockings.

She turned to James. "You love sheer blouses and tight sweaters. Both are hotter with a sexy bra underneath. Not just any bra, but one that's feminine and fine quality and draws your eye right through to look at and to touch. Never slutty, always sexy. Always matched to your outfit. One that fits just right, where the straps remind you all of the time that you're wearing it. A pretty bra that makes you want to cup your breasts every time you put it on. But even more, makes you so hot every time your lover cups it, touches it, plays with it, or undresses you just to see it. I love all of those feelings, and I suggested that you would, too, dear - every day for the rest of your life."

James's breath tightened, and with it, the incredible feeling of restraint around his chest flooded his cock with excitement. He could feel his nipples harden as the underwires of his bra bit in ever so slightly. He too was lost - he knew to his bones that he could never be seen in public again without a sexy, provocative bra on. With the simple act of hooking a bra, he had left James behind and become Jamie.

Neither of them recognized that just by the act of explaining it to them, Margaret was once again reinforcing their respective suggestions.

Will spoke for them both. "But – " , he searched for the right words, which came out painfully obvious. "We're guys. Why would you do this to us."

"You're right dear, you're both exquisite men - and I can't wait to enjoy both of you." This unexpected admission caught them both a bit by surprise, and only increased their arousal. In fact, it reinforced that the sexier they dressed, the more desirable they would be. "That hasn't changed. My gift has simply allowed you each to experience a wider array of delights. I think you will both admit that you've never been more excited than you are right now. Jenny and I have given you this gift for one reason only - we love you both."

They felt it. As Wendell had. She had given them a gift of pleasure, based in love. And they were excited, as hard as they had ever been, straining and not able to relieve themselves. Will felt Jamie's eyes following the beat of his leg, and a thrill went through him. Meanwhile Jamie's chest swelled as Margaret openly ogled the lace straining at his shirt. Before they could say anything more, Wendell, now Wendy, gracefully walked into the room.

Will and Jamie caught their respective breaths. Margaret swelled with pride. Wendy was wearing the pink chemise and panties from their anniversary celebration, although the criss-cross laces in back had not been tied. The silver filigree earrings were clipped just in front of the small hoops he had put in his pierced ears just today. His shaved legs were standing in a pair of pink, high heeled sandals that Will immediately coveted. The drape of his chemise was interrupted by the outline of his swollen cock, pushing at the waistband of the panties, and tenting the front hem.

He walked to Margaret, bent and kissed her tenderly while the two guests studied him in amazement. They now saw what they were to become - men who could not help, indeed wanted, to wear feminine things.

Margaret explained a little more. "Wendy loves the feeling of really special girly things, so now he always wears teddies and full slips and nightgowns and corsets. And he loves pretty jewelry, particularly earrings." With a wink to Wendy she continued. "He loves something else, too. I'll let you find out what that is. In fact, I've given each of you some new interests that you should find, um, interesting."

Wendy looked at the others with a blush of embarrassment. None of the men knew quite what to say to each other.

But Margaret knew exactly what was coming next. She could feel her clit expanding and felt the rush of wetness across her labia, soaking the tight little thong she was wearing. None of them would be able to resist direct contact with their respective new clothes. And she was about to press the buttons.

"Jamie, please tie the laces on Wendy's chemise."

Not knowing what else to do, Jamie stood, clearly showing the others the bulge in his trousers, and the small wet spot marking his obvious excitement. Wendy did what all hot-blooded men would do, took a long obvious look through Jamie's shirt to the lace-trimmed bust beyond. Jamie noticed, and felt a fresh surge of excitement course through him as the power of his chest became apparent. Wendy turned his back, offering the laces of his chemise. Jamie picked them up, brushing the back of Wendy's nylon covered back with his hands as he tied the ribbons together.

The feeling of Jamie's hands on his chemise and back took Wendy exactly where Margaret had known it would. His knees buckled a little, forcing him directly back into Jamie's arms, his ass firmly against Jamie's swollen cock and his back rubbing against the lace cups covering Jamie's chest.

The effect on Jamie was immediate and unlike any feeling he'd ever had. The bra shifted slightly, rubbing the silky inner cup over his hard nipples, jolting his chest and cock with sensation. Margaret and Will watched with heaving breaths as Jamie finished tying Wendy's laces, then slid his hands slowly and gracefully over the sides of her chemise, ending with her hands on either silk covered hip, Wendy's back still pressing firmly into Jamie's lace covered chest.

In a long moment, Jamie took a staggered, excited breath and crossed the point of no return. With delicate, but deliberate movements, he let his left hand slide around Wendy's waist, following the band of her silken panties, and then slowly up to graze the hard nipple outlined in the lace bodice. Wendy drew a sharp, excited breath, but Jamie wasn't finished. His right hand followed the hip to find the outline of Wendy's panty leg through the chemise, then followed it around and down until encountering the warm, pulsing bulge of Wendy's eager cock.

Jamie had never touched a man before. And yet, now, dressed in a sheer blouse and embroidered bra that begged men to salivate over him, he knew that pleasing men was to be forever a part of his being. With that, he slowly began to massage Wendy's throbbing prick, while Wendy ground his ass into Jamie's trousers. The two remained locked this way for minutes until Wendy lightly pulled away and turned to face Jamie.

"Not yet, Jamie. There's something I want to do for you."

The pre-come spot on Wendy's gown was obvious, but she brushed Jamie's hand away. Wendy stepped in and slowly moved her face towards Jamie's. They kissed softly first, barely touching lips. But Wendy's hands moved to caress Jamie's bound breasts, and the response was instant. Their mouths opened and tongues collided as Jamie's breath was taken away by sheer delight.

Wendy broke the kiss and stepped back, but did not remove her hands from Jamie's blouse. Rather, she slid them up to the top button, and slowly undid it, all the while peering into Jamie's half-clouded eyes. With the first button undone, Wendy leaned in and gave Jamie a quick kiss, then backed up to work the second button.

This one held the shirt closed just above the bow between the cups. When undone, the lace trim on Jamie's bra would be visible. He glanced down with his breath getting ever tighter. He realized that this is just what he wanted, he wanted to show off his pretty bra.

Wendy undid the button, and spread the opening of Jamie's shirt as widely as possible. Two inches of lace was exposed on either side, running up the top of each cup. To Jamie's delight, Wendy leaned into his chest and used the tip of his tongue to outline each cup, sending shivers of delight through Jamie's chest, calves and cock.

Wendy appreciated the response and let the fingernails of her right hand trace the outline of Jamie's cock through his trousers.

With patience belying his excitement, Wendy went to work on Jamie's third and last buttons, slowly exposing the full connection between the embroidered bra cups. Finally, with a gentle push to the shoulders, Wendy forced Jamie's shirt to fall lightly to the floor, leaving him standing in his trousers and bra.

As Jamie shivered, Wendy started at the shoulder straps and traced the outline of Jamie's bra ever so slowly and lightly, all the way around each strap and cup. Jamie's excitement was unbearable, he knew what he wanted but didn't want to rush any of this.

Wendy grasped each shoulder strap and playfully pulled it down over Jamie's arms, then back up and down again. The movement forced the lace trim of the cups to graze back and forth over Wendy's protruding nipples, causing a moan with each repetition.

Sensing Jamie's need for closure, Wendy bent in. She pulled the straps one last time, and said quietly, "You were made to wear beautiful bras." Then she immediately brought her mouth to Jaime's nipple and started sucking.

The combination of seduction, reinforcement and physical pleasure was more than Jamie could bear. He came in his pants with a mighty moan, spurting time after time in a manner he had never experienced before. He gently collapsed to the floor, eyes closed, holding Wendy's head to his breast, and stroking his back through the chemise.

Will watched this scene with a combination of excitement and astonishment. He had never had any desire to be with a man, and he would have bet good money that James felt the same way. But James was apparently Jamie now, and he had to admit, both Wendy and Jamie looked pretty hot to him right now.

His only frustration was that he could not relieve himself. He had been hard since getting dressed and the action in front of him was only making it worse. But Margaret had been right, no matter how much he thought about jacking off, he could not bring himself to do it. Instead, he crossed and uncrossed his legs often to feel the nylon caress his legs and cock. He was going to have to get help.

For her part, Margaret had not forgotten about Will, nor was she going to make it easy for him. Like James, it was important for Will's first experience to be so memorable that he would adopt it as an unquestioned lifestyle. It was also important that it be a public display. She was utterly proud of Wendy for following her suggestions so completely. But now it was her turn to seduce Will. Of course, Will had been given a suggestion that Jenny had proposed, one that neither Wendy nor Jamie had received.

"Will, I have a present for you." His attention snapped back to her. She rose, pulling a pink box from behind her chair and crossed to the couch. She sat down on the floor at his feet and laid the box in his lap. Then she let her fingers lightly rub up and down his stocking-clad legs, each time going a little bit up under the hem of his skirt. "I hope you like it."

Will unsuccessfully tried to hide his additional excitement. Margaret smiled again as he gently pulled the top off the box as a woman would. Setting the lid down gently, he unfolded the perfumed tissue paper and gasped lightly.

Trembling slightly, he removed a wide, red lace garter belt, a pair of silken mist black stockings and, with a little extra smile at Margaret, a red half-slip with four-inches of lace hem that exactly matched the yellow one now peeking at him from under the hem of her skirt. The last item was a matching red camisole with lace bodice.

She knew what he wanted to do. Stroking his leg all the way up to the crotch of his pantyhose she said simply, "Put them on. You are going to look so hot in those."

He wanted to do what she wanted him to. The lingerie was breath-taking. He stood and started to take a step towards the bathroom to change when she said, "No, dear, change right here."

If it would please her, then, of course he would change here. First, he removed his red shirt and slid his arms into the camisole, letting it gently fall around his chest.

He sat back down, smoothing his skirt and crossed his legs to remove one pump, then recrossed them to take off the other. Standing in stocking feet, he hiked the hem of his skirt enough to grab the waistband of his pantyhose and pull them off. From her vantage point, Margaret got a very good look at the engorged cock forced into his lace thong, and it caused a twinge in her clit.

He began to unhook the garter belt, when she stopped him. "Oh no, dear, you must wear your panties over your garter belt." He hesitated, slightly embarrassed for the mistake, then raised his skirt hem to his waist.

This was the first time any of them had seen Will's cock at full throttle, and it was impressive, straining against the red lace panel. With a deliberate motion, he hooked the waistband with this thumbs and gingerly slid them off. His heart raced as he realized how sexy he felt stripping for his audience. Margaret wasn't the only one watching intently as he shimmied out of his thong. Jamie and Wendy both grew harder as they watched from their corner. They gasped a little as they saw that Will had completely shaved his pubic hair.

"Let me help you, baby." Margaret took the garter belt from him and reached around, making sure the lacy confection lightly dragged over the tip of his cock. She clipped the four hooks in back, leaving his cock pointing directly out from beneath three inches of fire red lace and between the dangling garter straps.

He sat and slowly, almost professionally, bunched then pulled each stocking on, attaching the straps, and smoothing the lines. As the others watched with mounting excitement, he retrieved his thong and stepped into it, turning slightly to assure that Jamie and Wendy could see him clearly. He pulled the thong tightly over his member, relishing each successive feeling.

Finally, Margaret handed him the slip, and he stepped into it. The brush of nylon on his legs put him in overdrive. As with Jamie before, he knew that this was a feeling he wanted to experience every day.

With his new slip in place, Will slipped back into his pumps and stood up, smoothing his skirt front and back. He let his hand linger over the outline of his garter straps, and felt another jolt of pleasure.

"You look wonderful, Dear," Margaret whispered. "Twirl around for us."

Will blushed slightly at the compliment, then slowly pirouetted. As his back turned, he reached behind and flattened the skirt under his butt to make his garter straps stand out. The kick pleat in back separated, and two inches of red lace glowed out against the pale black of his stockings. He was on display and he loved it.

Margaret could hardly contain herself. Each of her three proteges had been given two sets of suggestions. The first was obvious to them, their compulsion to dress and enjoy it.

The second was a behavioral change. Will had obviously taken to at least part of his behavioral suggestions already. She had already noticed his more feminine actions and movements through the evening, all designed to subtly attract attention. And shaving his pubes? He had done that on his own. It was clear he was thrilled with his new role as an exhibitionist. Jenny had been right about Will's susseptability to these. Was she also right about the other one?

"Will, there is another bottle of wine in the kitchen. Get it and refill the glasses."

His revelry at being watched stopped at the instruction, but was replaced by a warm sense of wanting to do exactly what would please Margaret. He started to leave the room, but she interrupted him.

"Wait a moment, my dear. You mustn't leave the room to perform a service without paying the proper respect. You should curtsey before turning your back to us."

Will was not embarrassed by the request to curtsey, only by the fact that Margaret, Miss Margaret, had to remind him. He clasped the sides of his skirt, and clumsily bent his knees while slightly lowering his head.

"Very good, Will. But try it again a couple of times, and make sure you lift your skirt enough for your slip to show."

Jamie and Wendy watched with amazement as Will practiced his curtsey until Margaret was satisfied, and he left for the wine.

They had been huddled in the corner where Jamie had climaxed. Wendy had helped him out of his puddled trousers, and now he sat in just his bra, cradling Wendy's head in his lap. From time to time, Wendy would turn and tongue Jamie's resurgent manhood.

"What did you do to him?" Jamie asked. It was not an indictment, just a curiosity. Jamie had to admit he found Will's strip and dress act more than a little thrilling.

Margaret explained. "Jenny put me on to it. Will has always followed you around, been there to do anything you want. She thought he might have a submissive streak in him that had never come out. He wants to please, so I suggested he do just that. He will try to do whatever the rest of us want him to. The exhibitionism is just an extension of that. It pleases us to watch, so he loves to do it. I have to admit, though, I'm surprised how quickly he's taking to it. Jenny must have known all along that he was wired that way."

Will reentered the room quietly and paused with the wine bottle in his hand.

"Please refill all of the glasses," Margaret directed, indicating that hers was on the coffee table in front of them. Will stepped lightly to the table and bent at the waist to pour, giving Margaret a perfect view of his ass as his skirt stretched tightly. She couldn't resist reaching out and stroking it, causing Will a sharp intake of breath.

When Will was done pouring, Margaret waited patiently while he worked out what he supposed to do. Turning to face them all, empty wine bottle in hand, he curtsied without gripping his skirt, and returned the bottle to the kitchen.

This display of servitude put Margaret over the top. She had been soaking wet all evening and could wait no longer. As soon as Will returned from the kitchen she motioned him to his knees in front of her. Taking the hems of her skirt and slip in hand, she pulled them quickly to her waist, exposing her light yellow thong above her thigh high stockings. Will's eyes widened as she guided his head into her waiting cunt.

With one hand orchestrating his rhythm, she used the other to pull the crotch of her panties aside for him. It took only a few strokes from his tongue to bring her to the orgasm of her life, moaning and writhing under his ministrations.

Jamie and Wendy could not be left out. Jaime quickly moved in back of Margaret, running his hands over her sweater to find her prominent nipples. He ran his hands down and pulled her sweater up and over the thin yellow demi-bra he had been lusting over all evening. Her swollen breasts were heaving with each lick of her pussy, and her engorged nipples showed clearly through. He lovingly traced her bra, then circled his fingers over the cups to find, and ultimately pinch, her nipples. She cried out as the pressure caused her to climax again.

Will remained bent over on his knees, intent on pleasuring his mistress until she was satisfied. Wendy watched Will from behind with growing lust, feeling his cock stretching against his confining panties. Entranced, he reached for the hem of Will's skirt and hiked it up and over the submissive's waist. If anything, the sight of his garter belt and thong outlined in the red nylon of his half-slip was even more exciting. With a deft motion, Wendy raised the slip over the upturned skirt and exposed Will's tight ass, framed in the straps of his garter belt and lace thong, and coaxing a low deep moan of excitement from his prey.

There were no further preliminaries. They were both now subject to Margaret's previous suggestions – they were aroused beyond control by the feelings imparted by their feminine attire. Wendy lowered his panties just enough to expose his throbbing prick, and spread some of his pre-come over the head.

With deliberate motion, Wendy pulled Will's panties to his thighs, and lowered himself, guiding his cock to the virgin's willing ass.

Will's nature would not let him disengage from Margaret's pleasure, but he knew exactly what a woman, dressed in such finery, would do. He raised his butt to meet Wendy's initial thrust, feeling the head meet, and then stretch his waiting hole. The feel of a man's cock probing for his hole filled him with excitement, and he eagerly shifted his position slightly to help Wendy penetrate further. With two stokes, Wendy buried his cock to the hilt in Will's ass while Margaret, watching with unrestrained lust, came as Will moaned his delight into her pussy.

Will's conquest was nearly complete. She had to simply reinforce how this moment of pleasure related to his dressing. She gently pulled his face out of her dripping snatch and forced him to look up into her eyes.

"Isn't it lovely, Will? To dress up and show off your legs and ass. To wear lacy panties and garter belts and stockings and heels. To make everyone around you want to watch you dress and undress. And then to give in and let yourself be taken. To dress to be fucked, and then to have it happen."

"God, yes, it's wonderful," he answered her, and then came in wave after wave just as Wendell shot his own load deep in Will's newly discovered love hole.

Margaret held Will's head on her lap as he came down. Her sense of power was overwhelming. She had just made three virile, heterosexual men dress in women's clothing and make love to each other. She couldn't wait to tell Jenny.

 

It was nearly midnight when her cell phone rang. That was fine with her, she had been dying for news of the evening's activities.

The results were exceptional, but then Margaret was exceptional. The men loved and trusted her, she had a strong will and a potent sexual imagination. The combination was devastatingly effective.

Hearing how the men had dressed and behaved caused her own juices to flow. She stuck a manicured hand under the hem of her pleated skirt and began to play with herself.

Margaret had told them that starting the following week, all three of them would have new jobs working for the Stillman Institute. By that time, they would each have to decide if they were going to dress as women all of the time. Of course, their need to wear some women's clothing made the choice a foregone conclusion, but they were still men who would have to choose to be feminine. That made it much more exciting. It was the most insidious kind of forced feminization.

In the meanwhile, Jenny couldn't wait to get back home and see the results for herself, and congratulate Margaret with a long, slow session in bed.

After a few last details, the call ended with a whispered 'Good night' and darkness closed in on the room. She continued to touch herself. The success was intoxicating and erotic, and she soon came with a series of jolting spasms.

Dr. Stephanie Stillman smiled into the night. Jenny's call had relayed the evening's events just as Margaret had told them to her earlier.

So it had all happened just as Jenny had designed. Jenny had known that she was too inhibited to change herself, let alone the others. So, she had come to Dr. Stillman to find another way. Stephanie had invented the 'Power of Suggestion' sessions to get Margaret into the Institute, and then used to sessions to teach them both. Jenny might not be able to influence the others, but Margaret loved and trusted her so much, she fell to taking Jenny's suggestions completely.

The irony caused Dr. Stillman to smile. Although the sessions were a sham, she really had taught them the 'Power of Suggestion' and Margaret had successfully used it to modify Jenny and the men. The only difference was that Jenny had already decided what the outcome would be. And each of the suggestions that Jenny received was also given to one of the men.

She could hardly wait until her three new 'girls' joined the staff. Of course, there were still of number of those suggestions to manifest. Stephanie purred to herself as she thought of some that she would put to use in their Institute duties. She picked up the phone one last time for the evening and got the voice mail for her staff physician.

"Mary, lay in the appropriate enzymes and meds for our new assistant, Jamie. He's about to learn that pretty bras are for more than just dress up. He's going to get an overwhelming urge to start nursing any day now."

  

  

  

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