School was just out. It was the beginning of another one of those long hot summers.
A rather shy 16 year old at the time, very much aware of girls, but too scared to do much about it, I just sat back, watched and wondered. I liked to stay home. More than anything, I really liked
being with Mom as much as I could. I always felt closer to Mom.
My whole wonderful transformation started about two weeks after school ended. It was a hot morning. I rolled out of bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Mom came into my room to announce that I
had a problem.
- « All your underwear and your clothes are dirty »
Alex was disoriented when he woke up in Greg’s bed. The familiar sights of his own bedroom were missing, then he remembered the past day and a half: meeting Greg at
the cafe, being taken to his condo, and the evening and following day of indescribable sexual pleasure. The pleasure of serving his man.
Alex made breakfast for them again. At the table Greg said,
« You’re the hottest little bitch I’ve ever been with. I love fucking you. »
Malcolm was a middle manager in a small business in a large city. Malcolm led a pretty boring life; he in his forties, single, devoted to his work, he liked to keep himself fit, all of his family
lived interstate except for his older sister who lived nearby, and he led a quiet social life. Malcolm had a few girlfriends over the years but never anything serious; he kept himself to himself
and rarely socialised outside of a small circle of colleagues and close friends he had cultivated over the years. Malcolm was boring really; but he one closely guarded secret. Malcolm was a
crossdresser.
Once or twice a week Malcolm liked to lock all the doors of his modest two-bedroom suburban home, close all of the blinds, take the phone off the hook, and dress like a woman. It had started as
nothing really serious; as a child he had liked to play with his mother's panties and nylons; he loved the feel of the garments against his skin and occasionally he would wear his mother's
underwear for an hour or two and then carefully place it back in the laundry basket. His fetish continued into his teens and when he finally left home and got a place of his own be bought his own
panties, stockings and pantyhose and would spend the odd evening dressed in the silky articles.
Alain and Patrick sat dejectedly on the couch in front of the TV and video tape player. They’d been there for over
three hours, Alain wearing panties and a bra and Patrick wearing a g-string, not allowed to get up, while scene after scene of them filed secretly by their wives was replayed. When a
particularly “disgusting fag behavior” scene appeared, Rajia and Cathy would replay it and replay it, and replay it. The women would hurl insults and the two men who would squirm
uncomfortably. Alain and Patrick were not allowed to speak, unless it was something like, “yes dear, we are disgusting fags” or “yes dear, I like having a cock in my mouth.”
Alain and Patrick had settled into their new life, living in the sissy looking studio apartment which had
formerly been Cathy and Alain’s garage. Their vacations over, the two men were back at work, except with a very different morning routine. Each morning the men were required to shower
and shave, shave all over, then make their wives breakfast wearing only panties and aprons. They alternated houses, one morning breakfast was at Cathy’s house, the next morning at Rajia’s
house. When breakfast was at Rajia’s house, or any time the two sissy-in-training husbands had to leave Cathy’s house,
:
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