Oh my god. Now I realized April had told them everything about me and a fresh wave of shame and embarrassment rolled over me. Inside my chastity, my clitty was stirring, hardening no doubt because of my humiliation as it always seemed to do now. My masculine side screamed at me. What the hell, you aren't really going to show it, are you? My brain was in such conflict I was unable to respond to the question or even move.
Leave it to April to reach over and feel my crotch, pushing against my chastity. “Oh come now, Stacy, don't be shy. It's only us girls here. You know you want to show your clitty.” April's tone was coy and sexy, designed to lure me deeper into self-humiliation.
There was a fresh giggle from directly behind me. “Oh my god, what did you call it?” It was of course Laura reacting with shock to April's reference to my penis as a clit.
"A clitty, Laura, sissy slaves don't have cocks because they're not men.” April advised Laura.
More giggling and then Anita pleaded. “Please, Stacy, let us see."
All sorts of thoughts were cascading through my mind, but I tried to focus on this moment because I knew I had to move forward, it was the only way. Taking a deep breath I reached down and undid my belt. As if comforted by my ability to move, I unzipped my fly and pulled down my pants just enough for the eager female eyes to see today's choice of pink panties.
"Oh, very cute, Stacy, but we want to see under them.” Anita pointed out.
It was at this moment I felt a release of sorts as I understood I no longer had to hide my hidden desires from these two women. They would now join April and Paulo as the only members of my new world; the world which knew I desired to be female. Soon they might be joined by the whole office and then perhaps the whole fucking world, but for now, by virtue of what they knew they were my closest friends.
From the back came Laura's squealing, high pitched voice. “Jeez, he's wearing pink panties, it's fucking unbelievable."
April reacted immediately to correct Laura. “She's wearing pink panties, Laura. Always use the female pronoun when referring to Stacy. We will respect her desires to be a gurlie especially when she is obedient and shows us what's underneath her pretty panties. Right, Stacy?” April cleared her throat as she looked at me and I understood she wanted me to get on with exposing myself.
Slowly I pulled my panties down revealing my chastised manhood and as I looked down at the penile flesh pressing against the hard plastic, it seemed like I was looking at someone else's penis not mine. I felt separated from my manhood.
"Oh, gosh, this is amazing. I wish they had these things when I was twenty. Things would have been much different in my marriage if I could have controlled Barry like this. Imagine if I'd been able to lock his little pecker up so he couldn't run around fucking anything in a skirt. It would have been great and would have kept him locked up until he begged me for relief. That would teach him.” The sad story of Anita's marriage to the handsome but womanizing Barry had been told many times at the office. Three years ago, her sixteen year old marriage had ended when her husband ran off with a much younger woman. When I'd heard it before I'd always thought it was sad, but now I saw it from a more female perspective and I could understand why Anita would lock Barry up.
Now Laura chimed in. “Where do you order these and how did you get hi . . . I mean her in it? I'm not sure my guy is fucking around, but with this I could be. It sure gives a girl the upper hand.” Laura giggled softly, but I had a hard time imagining any guy cheating on her because she was a knockout with short blonde hair with streaks of black running through it. I'd assumed it was some sort of Goth thing when I first saw it, but with her dynamite body most guys wouldn't have cared if her hair was green.
"I can send you the link to the website where I purchased it.” April reached over to my chastity and tapped the plastic with her finger.
"Stacy, why don't you tell the girls how it feels to be locked-up? I'm sure they'll be interested.” April teased.
At first I hesitated, but then, perhaps because I wanted to tell, my resistance crumbled away. “Well, I thought I'd go crazy at first when the desire was first building beyond the point where I would have masturbated, but you do learn to deal with it. I never believed I could get this horny and my first instinct was to try not to think about it, but that's almost impossible. What eventually happens if your desire to cum, your arousal, and your need become like a drug and you stay high on that instead of the pleasure of climax. I'm probably not making any sense because it's hard to explain, but I feel like wanting is almost like having now.” The truth was I felt supremely frustrated by my inability to communicate to them how I felt.
April gave me this odd look and smiled. “Well maybe things will change soon. How about you show the girls your sissy pussy and how we're opening it up for you?"
There was a gasp from behind me. “What? You mean there's more?” Laura seemed totally shocked by April's request.
"Oh please, Stacy, show us.” Anita pleaded.
What could I do? I already felt totally revealed to them, laid bare and defenseless before them. Showing my plugged ass did seem more awkward and hideously embarrassing, but I managed to get to my knees on the car seat before bending forward and pushing my face close to the windshield so I could lift my smoothly-shaven, bare ass with the fat pink butt plug in it. Once again, I ignored the raging of my masculinity.
"Actually, Vicky, these things are for our friend here.” Lady April pointed to me when the young salesgirl returned with the first piece of female attire they had chosen for me. I felt like this expensive, very exclusive, and very feminine boutique was like a foreign land which I'd been given permission to venture into.
Vicky had introduced herself when we entered and no doubt she thought I was a reluctant husband to one of these ladies who'd been dragged along. Now when Vicky's eyes opened wide at April's contention, April explained. “This is Stacy, my feminized slave and we'd like to be as discreet as possible while selecting outfits for her. Can we count on you, Vicky?"
The pretty, young blonde continued staring at me as she took a deep breath and finally managed a smile. Now she at least understood why the size weren't right for any of the obvious females present. Laura and Anita went off into the racks to begin making wardrobe choices for me and Vicky could see we intended to buy quite a bit of merchandise. “Okay, how interesting, well I hope we can accommodate your friend's size in all these items. Did you want him to try them on?"
"Yes, that would be most exciting, wouldn't it be, Stacy?” April looked at me as if I should speak.
"Yes, Lady April, as you wish. Thank you, Miss Vicky.” Now I began to consider who was bankrolling this shopping expedition as Anita and Laura were pulling off lots expensive lingerie and dresses as they pawed through the racks. My conclusion seemed unavoidable, after all these would be my clothes and so I had no doubt they would be purchased on my credit card?
Vicky giggled. “Well he's very well behaved, for a guy. Sometimes I wish my boyfriend had such good manners."
As she had with Laura, April was quick to correct her use of the male pronoun. “Could I ask that you refer to my friend as she? As you'll soon see, Stacy's really not a man any longer."
Vicky turned and gave April a confused look and then moved her gaze back to me. “Really, now that is kinky. How so?"
"Well, let's put some outfits together and then we can go to the dressing room where I'm sure Stacy would be happy to display for you. Right, Stacy?” April's diabolical smile and her demanding voice let me know I'd be showing my secret to another woman.
"Okay, well hey I'm up for it and I'll bet Stacy needs almost everything feminine, right?” Vicky asked with some degree of excitement.
April nodded.
"Well, I work on a bonus commission and we carry almost everything a woman needs; clothing, accessories, naughty lingerie, jewelry and even high end cosmetics. If you're willing to get all that here, I think I can be quite helpful.” Now it was Vicky who had a catbird smile as
she suggested some quid pro quo which would no doubt embellish her paycheck.
April smiled back and the agreement was as good as made. “I think we understand each other perfectly, Vicky, and after all, I'm not paying. Of course, feel free to ask questions or embarrass Stacy if you wish. She loves to be humiliated.” April added as she turned her eyes to me.
"Oh, and don't whine, Stacy, or try to cry poverty. I checked out your bank account already and it seems you've been salting away your big checks for quite some time. That's quite an amazing sum you have saved, but now it's time to spend, spend, and spend some more."
I was left without a leg to stand on as indeed I was quite aware of my prodigious savings. When I considered deeper, I wondered why I hadn't spent the money of male-orientated toys. Could my saving have been an unconscious impulse meant to have me squirrelling away funds for this very purpose? I had no idea, but somehow the thought warmed my heart.
When I didn't say a word to April it provoked an amazed response from Vicky. “Wow, you're right, you have taken her balls. My boyfriend would never have stood and taken a speech like that from me. I'd love to see how you tamed him so effectively."
We were interrupted by Laura and Anita returning with their selections for me, a veritable bounty of soft, silky, feminine apparel. “Well then, let's go try these on and you can see how males are controlled."
"Oh my god, I had no idea this was possible.” These were Vicky's astounded words as she first saw my penis in its plastic prison. Vicky, April, and I were gathered in the tight quarters of the dressing room where I had stripped to show my nature to the curious salesgirl.
Vicky actually squatted down to get a closer look and April encouraged her to handle my manhood if she wished. She did, poking, prodding, and pulling as she desired. “He . . . oh sorry, I mean she, can't get out of it and only you have the key?” Vicky asked with heightened interest.
"Yes, Vicky, you asked how I tamed him, simple, the bottom line is if you control the penis you own the man or in this case, the sissy.” April smiled proudly and then gestured for me to turn around and show my plugged butt.
Vicky gasped. “What's that for?"
April calmly continued. “To get Stacy used to her new place in the world. As you well know, men spend their time fucking women or fantasizing about fucking women, but Stacy isn't a man. After you chastise a sissy you shut down the ability to fuck, but there's all that sexual arousal still brewing in them and so it's rather easy to build a new desire in them, to be fucked. This plug stretches Stacy's anal opening so as her desire builds her ability to be penetrated without serious pain builds. Soon, sooner than she thinks, she'll be ready and willing for my strap-on. Now understand, this is a dramatic step and one you might not desire to play out with your man, but most men could benefit greatly, if only in their perspective, from the experience of being penetrated.” At this moment the look in April's eyes seemed beyond mere excitement and the reason why clicked in my head.
She's thinking about fucking me. She can hardly wait! Maybe it's going to be tonight.
"Yah, I so see what you mean. I'll bet if I rammed Jed's ass just once like he likes to do me, he'd be quite a bit more sensitive when I let him take me.” Vicky began to giggle, but then her laughter stopped. “But there's no way I could get him into this. He would never agree, no way."
To my surprise, April had advice for Vicky, advice I would never have expected from her. “Don't underestimate the power of your body in his mind, Vicky. If you're having regular sex now, you might try shutting off the flow so to speak just to see what happens. Once denied, Jed might agree to do almost anything to start the good times flowing again, but once he has it on it will be on your terms. Hey, it can't hurt to try."
Vicky's eyes flashed revealing how much she liked the idea. “Wow, I never really thought of that. How do I get one of these?"
When I finally left the store, I was fully made up in high end cosmetics and dressed in a Luxe Ponte side-cutout dress by Bebe, a brand new pair of lacy black panties, gray stockings, shiny gold ankle strap sandals, and my very own black Gucci handbag. My wig was the long platinum blonde hair which April had visualized me in, but we missed the boutique's ear piercing day on Wednesday, However April promised Vicky I would return visit for piercings.
Of course there were bags and bags of other stuff and did I mention the final bill? My credit card was charged over $8400 and it took all four of us to carry all the bags. No doubt thinking more of her commission than me, sweet Vicky kissed me after I was made up and told me I was her favorite sissy customer.
As we made our way out of the mall, I felt like everyone we passed, both men and women were staring at me. In my mind, I assumed the women were detecting some flaw in my appearance and were no doubt suspicious of my gender. However it took a little time for me to understand the looks of the men's faces. As they walked by, they all had a sort of wide-eyed, dreamy but vacant look in their eyes which at first puzzled me. It wasn't until I saw a real blonde girl walking close to us that it clicked in my head and I understood the meaning of their looks. These were looks I'd had countless times before when I'd spotted a girl whose beauty or outright sexual appeal took my breath away. These men were looking at me with an age-old, hungry look which transmitted the throbbing desire within the male and had an all too familiar name; lust. It was hard to accept at first, for I didn't believe I could look that good, but it continued.
April stopped at one other shop on the way to my place and when she came out she had a satisfied grin on her face. “You've been so good, Stacy, and I suspect you'll continue to be. I just had to buy you a little gift. I know you'll appreciate it."
"Thank you, Lady April. I try to please you in whatever way I can.” I meant it for April's control had changed my life.
When we arrived at my place, the work of emptying my closets of all masculine attire began immediately. As I nervously placed perfectly good clothing in bags for the Goodwill box, I wondered if April truly intended on having me begin to dress as a woman tomorrow. Finally I got up the courage to ask. “My Lady, do you intend to throw out all my male clothing?"
April laughed and looked at Anita and Laura. “Someone seems worried, girls. Now do you girls think I'd force Stacy to cross-dress at the office?"
Laura looked a bit confused, but Anita eagerly responded. “I didn't think you have to force her. I figured she'd want to. Everything about her screams how she wants to be a girl, right?"
"Well, I'm not sure, she seems quite nervous about putting these man clothes in bags. Do you prefer soft, silky women's things to these, Stacy? Do you want to be one of us?” April inquired.
I knew the answer to this question, but still the idea of going all the way, diving in the deep end, frightened me. “Yes, I do want to wear women's things, but to start right away . . . it's just hard to . . ."
"Oh silly Stacy, as Paulo said, nothing will be forced on you. We aren't going to take these clothes anywhere today, when or if they go to Goodwill will be your decision, but if you showed up tomorrow dressed to be Stacy I would be very pleased. That's all.” Once again April was offering me the choice to please her or not.
"And if I don't?” I simply had to ask.
"Well, obviously I won't be pleased of course, but I'll get over it, Stacy.” April responded with a coy smile.
"Will I be punished if I don't wear women's things tomorrow?” Again I pressed her.
"I wouldn't think of doing that, but I certainly don't think we'd all see you as one of the girls, would we, ladies?” April turned to Laura putting the pressure on her to answer.
"No, I guess not. I'd love to see you dressed up in the office and this has been fun. It's wicked, kinky, but fun.” Clearly Laura was getting used to playing this game.
There was silence for a while and the only noise was Laura who was dutifully unpacking and hanging up my feminine things. Before long I joined her effort as a sort of silent signal that my questioning was over. I was still deep
ly anxious about how fast this was moving, but the truth was I wanted to please April and to have Laura and Anita as new girlfriends.
It was April who broke the silence by fetching whatever she bought at the other store. “Here, Stacy, open you present. I'm sure it will take the edge off things.” She handed me a plain, unwrapped gift box.
With my fingers trembling, I opened it and when I pushed aside the tissue paper I was even more confused. The look on my face must have given it away. “What is it?” I asked.
April laughed softly as I lifted the two molded mounds of silicone gel out of the box. Anita gasped and Laura shouted out. “Breasts, Stacy, April bought you new breasts.
"Yes, no more tissue paper for my Stacy.” April declared.
Laura immediately rushed over to me. “Oh my god, Stacy, you have to let me help you with them. You're going to look so hot.” Laura seemed almost more excited than I was.
"Sure, thanks, they're amazing. They feel so soft, almost like they're real.” I handed them to Laura, but I went immediately to hug April. As we hugged I knew she cared about me, not as a lover, not even as a man, but as a girlfriend and a submissive.
I started to cry and what poured out of me with those tears was the feeling April, and also Paulo, understood me to a degree I'd never experienced before. This was indeed some kind of kinky, gender-bending, magical mystery tour I was on and I had to keep it going.
When the hug ended, April was all business, but I detected some wetness around her eyes. “Okay, Stacy, you and Laura two go in the bathroom and get your new tits placed. Then you can both finish unpacking and hanging her wardrobe. Anita and I are going to make drinks because it's time to relax, get comfortable, and party. I trust you have a blender, Stacy."
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