She cleared her throat. “Everything on the menu looks good,” she said, forcing a smile.
Lacy looked at her with a slow smile. “Doesn’t it? I really want to try the lobster. When was the last time I had a lobster?” he asked.
Boone gazed down the menu and then noticed a waitress standing by the table. “Are you all ready to order?” the woman asked. She was also blonde, like all of the women at that resort. Maybe that was one of the job requirements.
“Yes,” Lacy said, holding his menu up high. “She’s going to have the Caesar salad—light on the dressing. I’m going to have the lobster.”
“Sounds good. We’ll get that started for you right away,” the waitress said, before Boone could even get a word in. She didn’t want the salad—she wanted the lobster as well.
Lacy was staring at her with a grin. “What’s wrong?” he asked.
“A salad?” she asked.
“We’re going to spend the day on the beach tomorrow. You don’t want to have a bloated belly in your bikini, do you?” He was still grinning, as if he was loving every minute of this gender-swapping nightmare.
Boone just forced a smile and pretended like it didn’t bother her. Maybe a salad was for the best, especially if she was going to squeeze her little body into a bikini.
Conversing was difficult, especially since they weren’t allowed to talk about their ‘issues’. They were just supposed to sit there and pretend to be one another—do what the other would do. Boone strained to find topics to chat about, while her husband sat there silent, seemingly putting in no effort at all. At one point, Lacy even glanced down at the waitress’ ass, as if he cared. “You should see all of the shoes they have in that big closet,” Boone said, stealing her wife’s attention back.
“I can’t imagine caring,” Lacy said, taking a sip from his drink: a neat whiskey. Boone was surprised that he was able to drink it without gagging.
Boone tried to think of something else to talk about—something that would hold Lacy’s attention. “I’m wearing lingerie under this dress,” she said. And then she watched as Lacy’s eyes lit up.
“Really?” Lacy asked. “What kind of lingerie?”
Boone grinned. “I guess you’ll find that out later, if you’re lucky.”
Lacy’s cheeks turned red, and Boone felt a strange sense of warmth glowing inside of her. She finally felt good. She finally felt like she had her husband’s attention. It was only a minute later when Lacy waved over the waitress and ordered Boone another drink. “Make it a double,” he said with a big smile.
“Trying to get me drunk?” Boone asked. “You’ll have to do more than get me drunk to get me to put out.”
“We’ll see about that,” Lacy said with a wink.
The food came and they ate. Lacy kept sneaking glances at Boone’s body, as if he was trying to see through her dress to see that hidden lingerie. And that curiosity was probably real—not just part of the role-play. He probably really wanted to know what kind of skimpy outfit Boone was wearing—maybe just for a laugh, but the suspense was fun regardless.
And the rest of that night was surprisingly fun, as they settled more and more into their roles. Though it was always awkward when a couple walked past, down the path, and looked towards Boone and her husband. There were other couples at that resort, also going through therapy. But it seemed like Boone and Lacy were the only ones being forced to swap genders. Boone found herself wondering if the other people at that resort could tell that she wasn’t really a woman. She wondered if they could even tell that Lacy wasn’t really a man. The longer Boone sat with Lacy, the more he began to think that her husband’s transformation was impressive. Maybe she just thought otherwise at first because she knew Lacy so well.
When Boone got up to use the bathroom for the last time that evening, her legs wobbled and she nearly fell to the ground. She grabbed onto the back of a chair and held on tight. The heels were hard enough without the liquor. “You okay?” Lacy asked, taking another small sip from his whiskey.
“I’m fine,” Boone said. “But I think I should be cut off.”
Lacy sprung to his feet. “Why don’t we head back to the room, so we can relax.” He slipped an arm around Boone’s body and then started to lead her down the path. The walk was a bit of a blur. Boone could usually handle his liquor better, but there was something about pretending to be a girl that made the booze hit harder. Or maybe it was the lack of sleep, or the hot Californian sun. It seemed like they were back at the room in a matter of seconds, even though it was a ten-minute walk. Boone stumbled into the room. She bent down to take off the heels, and then Lacy said, “Keep the heels on. I like them.”
Boone felt her cheeks turning red. “Really?” she said. She looked around to see if she could spot any cameras. There were none on the ceilings or on any of the beams, but that didn’t mean that there weren’t any around. Could Boone slip out of character now, or was she stuck playing a girl for the rest of the week? Or, even if there were no cameras, did she need to keep being a sissy for her wife’s sake?
Lacy walked up and put his hands on Boone’s sides. He moved them down, feeling Boone’s curves, and then he moved the back up to push the dress’ straps over Boone’s shoulders. The dress was so light that it fell to the ground and Boone hardly even felt it. Now, she was just standing in her lingerie one-piece. She watched as her husband’s eyes lit up.
Lacy bit his bottom lip. “That looks good on you,” he said, still using that slightly deep voice.
Boone took a deep breath. “Thanks.”
Lacy used his hands to feel Boone all over. He even cupped her flat chest and squeezed before moving those hands around, onto Boone’s ass; he squeezed that too. “Don’t be shy,” he said.
She looked around again, making sure once more that there were no cameras. She already felt terribly vulnerable in that lingerie teddy. She took a deep breath and then she started to unbutton her husband’s dress shirt. Under the shirt, Lacy was wearing a tight skin-toned band, which pressed his breasts firmly against his chest. Lacy’s tits were never huge to begin with, so making his chest flat wasn’t much of an undertaking. But it was strange to stare at a chest without tits on it.
Lacy put his hands on Boone’s shoulders, pushing him down to his knees. She nearly fell over on her way down, but she managed to stick the landing. The soft rug made it somewhat comfortable. Boone started to pull away Lacy’s belt. She was looking forward to getting Lacy naked. Even with his tits being hidden by a tight band, it would be nice to see him as a woman, with a pussy and smooth skin. Thankfully, the resort hadn’t gone and glued hair to Lacy’s body.
Boone was shocked when he pulled the pants down and saw a bulge in Lacy’s boxers. She reached out and felt it, and it actually felt like a shaft. She quickly retracted her hand. “What the hell is that?” she said, her voice hardly a whimper.
“Reach in and find out,” Lacy said with a grin in her voice.
Boone took a deep breath, and then she began to reach forward, slipping her fingers through the slit in those boxer shorts. She felt something soft and long. It was warm, and it kind of felt like a cock—but it was obviously rubber. They’d put some sort of prosthetic cock over Lacy’s pussy.
Boone pulled his boxer shorts down to reveal the contraption, and it actually looked kind of convincing, though the foreskin didn’t pull back and it wasn’t getting hard the way any cock would with a bit of stimulation. “Nice dick,” Boone said, looking up at Lacy with a grin.
“I’m more of a grower than a shower,” Lacy said with his own grin. “Suck it.”
“What—is it going to get hard or something?” Boone asked, lifting the limp shaft up, wondering if it was more intricate than she was giving it credit.
“Maybe,” Lacy said, still with that big grin. So Boone held the cock up, aimed at her lips, and then she leaned forward and let it into her mouth. She began to suck it, bobbing her head back and forth. And then Boone felt something: a buzzing on his
face. The cock itself wasn’t buzzing, but the base it was attached to was. It was as if the stimulation from his mouth was activating some sort of vibration mechanism. Boone pulled her head back, slipping the cock out from her mouth. She looked up and saw that Lacy had his eyes closed. He was moaning slightly. The vibrator must have been pressed right against his clit. “
The buzzing stopped suddenly. Lacy looked down. “Don’t stop, beautiful,” he said. So Boone leaned forward and stuck the cock back into her mouth. She sucked it, feeling that vibrator kicking back in. It seemed to buzz harder the faster she bobbed her head. So she tried bobbing her head as quickly as she could, and the vibrating became intense. And then she could feel the cock lifting up and pressing against the roof of her mouth. It was starting to press against the back of her throat, making her gag. She slipped it out and watched as it sprung up, towards Lacy’s stomach. The cock had grown and become hard. “Oh my God,” Boone muttered.
“Impressive, huh?” Lacy said. “Oh God, that felt so good. I’m so fucking horny right now.” His face was dark red and his eyes were glowing. “I think we need to get one of these for the house.”
Boone tried not to crack a smile. Lacy had just slightly admitted that he was still planning on staying in the relationship, staying in the house—staying with Boone. Maybe the relationship wasn’t doomed after all. Maybe this silly nonsense was helping, though Boone couldn’t figure out how that could be possible.
“Get on the bed,” Lacy said, pointing to the large bed at the back of the room. Boone stumbled up to her heeled feet and walked over to the bed. She fell onto her back and then she spread her legs.
“Now it’s your turn. I guess we can call it eating me out,” she said with a big smile.
“I can’t wait to eat out your little pussy,” said Lacy as he walked over. He climbed up on the bed and pulled the little strip of lace to the side, revealing Boone’s tight hole. Her cock stayed in the outfit. Then Lacy bent down and pressed her face in firmly. Boone perked up as he felt Lacy’s tongue suddenly pressing into her asshole. “What are you doing?” Boone asked sharply.
“Eating out your slutty pussy,” said Lacy with a big smile. He sunk back in, getting that tongue in deep. It felt strange: warm and wet in a place that wasn’t supposed to be quite so warm or quite so wet. He swirled that tongue around, plunging it deep, making Boone’s whole body tense with a confused euphoria. It felt nice, but it also felt so, so wrong. She grabbed onto the bed sheets with two firm grasps, and then she let out a long sigh. Her cock was getting hard, still stuck in that tight lacy lingerie. But Lacy wasn’t giving that cock any attention—and maybe he wasn’t allowed to. Maybe that cock was off-limits as long as Boone was a dolled up slut.
Lacy looked up at Boone. Boone couldn’t see his mouth, but she could tell that he was grinning. “What is it?” Boone asked with a soft, vulnerable voice.
“I’m going to fuck your little pussy,” Lacy said.
Boone’s heart stuttered. Did Lacy mean what she thought he meant? Was he going to stick that big artificial cock into Boone’s asshole? Was Boone going to let it happen? Was it going to hurt? Or worse—what if Boone actually liked it?
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She could feel Lacy climbing up, getting into position between Boone’s legs. She felt the long rod sliding against her lace-clad ball sack, then she felt Lacy’s tip lining up with her tight hole. “You’re so tight,” Lacy said with a grin in his voice. Boone didn’t reply. She was too afraid to reply—too afraid of the pain that was coming—or possibly the pleasure.
Lacy began to push in, penetrating Boone’s virgin hole. Boone groaned and squirmed, grasping the bed sheets tightly. The cock felt massive, as if it had grown four times the size suddenly. Boone tried not to look, worried the sight would make her ill, but after a moment she couldn’t help it. She needed to know how much more cock she could expect. Lacy still had a few inches that needed to go in. So Boone closed her eyes and took a deep breath. It only hurt a little bit, but it felt very strange and unnatural. She felt suddenly full where she’d never felt full before. And now, she could feel that buzzing—the buzzing that was pressed against Lacy’s clit. It must have been very intense against that soft pussy if Boone could feel it reverberating down the entire erect shaft of that fake penis.
“Oh shit,” Boone muttered, her head rolling from side to side. “Just fuck me.”
Lacy started to thrust. She pulled her cock out completely before plunging it down fully, stuffing Boone entirely. It felt good—too good, especially with that subtle buzzing. Boone closed her eyes and let the euphoria overwhelm her. She let it fill all of her bones, making her feel weightless, like she was about to lift off of that bed. She reached up and slipped her fingers into her long hair. She liked how soft her hair felt. She liked the feeling of that rugged cock massaging the walls of her anus and pressing against that amazing sweet spot inside of her body. If felt good—too good.
Her cock was hard and throbbing inside of her lacy one-piece. The tingling at the tip of her cock was intense.
“Tell me how much you love my cock,” Lacy said.
“I love your cock.”
“Say it like you mean it.”
“I fucking love your big, hard cock. Don’t stop fucking me with it. I want it so badly. I love the way it feels deep inside of my body. God, I want you to come in me. Please come inside of me. I want to feel you coming.”
“Shit,” Lacy muttered as she dug her nails into Boone’s sides.
She screamed out and then felt a hot rush of warm fluid against her crotch. Her cock was twitching intensely. It took Boone a moment to realize that she was coming, filling up her lingerie with her warm cum.
Lacy was only a moment behind. He screamed out and jammed that cock in deep, thrusting quickly, over and over, like a rabbit trying to finish the job. His whole body convulsed for a moment, and then he fell back, onto the bed, exhausted and out of breath. Boone didn’t move, remaining on her stomach as her cum sat pooled around her cock. A bit of clean up was going to be needed, but it was well worth the fun they just had. Though Boone did feel strange now with her empty asshole, as if something big was missing from her body—and technically, something big was suddenly missing from her body.
She rolled over and looked at her husband. His cock was slumped over his thigh, still glistening with a mixture of their saliva. He smiled at Boone—the first genuine smile he’d made in weeks—maybe even months. It was a nice sight to see.
Maybe dressing up like a little slut wasn’t such a big price to pay for Lacy’s happiness.
CHAPTER VI
They spent the night cuddled together. It was the first time they’d truly cuddled since the first year of their relationship, many years ago. Except this time, Boone was the little spoon. And it was nice, though Lacy kept that fake cock on, and it would occasionally rub against Boone’s ass, reminding him that he’d lost his anal virginity a few hours earlier.
When they woke up the next morning, they spent nearly an hour together in bed, chatting and staring into each other’s eyes. It was Lacy who said, “I want you to call me Boone for the rest of the week, and I’ll call you Lacy. Unless you have a feminine name you would prefer.”
“Lacy is fine,” said Boone—who was now Lacy.
“Good,” said Boone—who was previously Lacy.
It was a bit confusing at first, but by the end of breakfast (which they ate in the resort’s satin robes) they were used to their new titles. After breakfast, Lacy discovered the little villa’s walk-in closet. It was massive and loaded with clothes. She had no idea where to start. She spent fifteen minutes searching through the different options, and then a pink floral sundress caught her eye. She tried it on and it fit nicely. It even had little pads built into the chest, giving Lacy a slight bust, which added to her feminine appearance.
She still had her makeup done from the day before, and she decided not to try redoing it, because she really liked the way her eyes look
ed and she was worried she would never be able to get that same look down again. But she did tie up her hair, which looked quite nice—leaving a few strands down to give herself a bit of a messy look.
She found a pair of white sandals that went nicely with the dress, and would be perfect for walking on the beach with. Then, she found a pair of white lacy panties, which felt nice, holding her cock and balls firmly in place. Though within a minute of putting the lingerie on, her cock was hard.
Boone was in the shower and his strap-on cock was left on the bed. Lacy grabbed it and snuck it into the walk-in closet. She stroked it until it was hard and vibrating, and then she placed it down on the ground, with the cock pointing straight up. She sunk down on it slowly, inserting it into her asshole. And then she started to bounce, jerking off her cock with a random pair of red panties in her hand, ready to catch her cumshot. She managed to get off in under a minute. She tossed the soiled panties aside and then she stood up. Her cock was finally soft and ready to participate.
They spent the whole day on the beach. First they went for a long walk, and then they found a private spot where they were able to sit and chat. “How crazy would it be to try this at home—just for a few months or a year?” Boone said. “You could keep being Lacy and I could be Boone for a while. You could stay at home with Danny and I could get a job.”
Lacy laughed. “It could be fun,” she said. Though she knew it was just talk. It would never actually happen. Danny would be terribly confused, and Lacy would lose her job—the job that was supporting the entire family.
Boone fell back onto the warm sand and started talking about all of the different jobs he could get. He looked kind of cute in his swim shorts, without any top on aside from that flesh-toned band around his chest, covering and squashing down his tits. “I’ve always wanted to work in advertising. I bet I could get a job no problem.” He kept going on and on, and it wasn’t long before Lacy was terribly bored with the conversation. All of the work talk seemed so irrelevant and out of place.
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