A Stimulating Conversation Between Old Friends

Sheila sat down at an outside table sipping a cup of cappuccino.  It was a beautiful spring day, and she had just gotten her long brown hair and nails done at the beauty salon.  It was a day to treat herself, and she wanted to look good.  She wore a blue dress that went down to her knees and three inch heels.

This wasn't a date with her boyfriend.  In fact, she had grown frustrated with her boyfriend of four years.  This was bad news, because the two were headed to the alter in June.  She loved him, but she felt their relationship had grown stale.  It frustrated her, and she didn't know what to do about it.

She was looking forward to meeting her old friend from high school, Amanda.  Amanda had a wild streak back in those days.  She loved to party, and Sheila usually followed her lead.  The two always had a fun time together and somehow managed to stay out of trouble.  It was a sad day when Amanda left the state to go to college.

That was almost ten years ago.  She still pictured her friend with long black hair, a gorgeous figure that she envied, and ample bussoms.  The fact was she had feelings for her old friend, and the two had a bit of a fling together.

She watched as a lady dressed in tight jeans and an equally tight top came walking down the street.  This lady had short black hair, and it took Sheila a moment to realize that this was her dear friend.  She stood up to greet her.  "Amanda, so good to see you."

"Oh my God.  Sheila, look at you.  You look amazing, " she said as she hugged her tightly.

"Me, look at you.  My God, still gorgeous and an amazing figure."

Amanda sat down.  "Oh please.  You're a hottie."

Sheila smiled and blushed just a little.  "So, what are you up to these days?  What's it been, ten years?"

Amanda didn't answer at first.  The fact was she was now a professional and lifestyle dominatrix.  She made good money doing it and also operated an extensive web empire.  This allowed her to travel all over the world.  "Well, I'm sort of a Jill of all trades.  I council businessmen over the stresses of work.  I have an internet business.   You know, this and that."

"Oh, so the psychology degree paid off?  Good for you."  A lady brought a cup of black coffee to the table.  "Oh, I took the liberty of ordering you a cup of coffee, it's black..."

"Like my men, " she interrupted as the two laughed.

It got silent for a moment as Sheila admired her friend's necklace and earrings.  They were gold with diamonds and looked quite expensive.  "Look at you, the successful business woman."

"Oh stop it, " she interrupted.  "I know about you opening that second clothing store.  And you're getting married too?"

Sheila forced a smile.  "Yeah, married.  Oh, I was gonna ask you if you wanted to be my matron of honor."

"Of course I will, " she replied as she took her friend's hand, "but there's something you need to tell me first."

"What's that?"

Amanda shook her head.  "Don't even try that.  You know I can see right through you.  What's the problem?"

Sheila nervously sipped her cappuccino.  "It's nothing.  It's just that things have gotten a little, I don't know, stale with Bill and I."

Amanda grinned devilishly, and Sheila knew that look well.  "What is it?  What are you thinking?"

She decided to come clean about her career.  "I know exactly what would help you get the most attentive little sissy hubby you could ever want."

Sheila laughed.  "What are you talking about?"

"Sweetie, I'm a Pro Domme.  I have a stable of subs, and some of them are cute little feminized sissies, like my husband, " she took a sip.  "Or I should say wife, since she is dressed 24/7 and in chastity."

Sheila's face went red.  "Chastity?  Your husband?  Don't you love him?"

Amanda lit a cigarette.  "You've got it all wrong, dear.  She loves her role as my wife, keeping things in order at home for me, making sure I have what I need to start my day and..."

"Wait, he actually likes it?"

"Well, it was a process, but I broke the little sissy down fast.  She does what I say and doesn't have an orgasm unless I tell her she can.  I plug her sometimes.  She sleeps in another bed in my bedroom unless I give her permission to share my bed.  She serves my boyfriends and me when she's told, and like I said, she's locked 24/7.  In fact, sometime I tie her up or spank her, or both, when she needs it."

Sheilas jaw dropped.  "I don't believe it."

Amanda reached for her purse.  She produced a picture of a man and another of somebody who looked like a woman, almost passable, with long blonde hair, and a pink dress."

"And that's..."

"My sissy wife Emily.  She really is adorable, " she beamed.  "You have to meet her."

"Why are you dong these things to somebody you love?"

She took another sip of her coffee.,  "It's exactly because I love her that I do it, because she needed it.  She didn't realize it at first, but she came to accept it.  She's a devoted little sissy, and she makes my life a lot easier.  She's really quite smart too."

Sheila was just staring at her friend.  "But, your sticking...."

"Plugs, sometimes dildos or my lover's cocks or..."

"Inside her and and using...  Chastity on her, um, him?"

Amanda grinned.  "Yes, I am."

"Why?"

Amanda had studied the BDSM lifestyle and read many books. especially on female domination.  "Well, sweetie, you use chastity to make your sub stop thinking with his little head.  Once he accepts that he's not getting inside you, you find out how much he really loves you.  How much he's willing to please you in other ways, and not just sexually.  In fact, she craves being locked up."

"But why the strap on, " Sheila asked, shocked at what she was hearing from her friend?  She had a wild streak, but this was much more than she remembered.

Amanda put out her cigarette on the ground.  "Because, after I've taken away his manhood, I establish my role as dominant by making him service my strap on orally.  And fucking her lets her know her position in our household.  The little sissy slut starts craving it."

"But bringing other guys into the bedroom."

Amanda grinned.  "Well, you know how much I love big cock, and she was average at best.  I love her for other reasons.  But, I still need a good fucking from time to time, and she loves seeing me pleased that way.  Of course, I could see she was a bit jealous of the cock, so I let her get in on the action when I think she's deserving.  Or, I'll arrange something for her in a more public setting."

Sheila could hardly believe what she was hearing or that she was turned on by it.  "And she likes that?"

Amanda shook her head.  "No, she loves it.  She's a little slut."

"So, she's gay then?"

Amanda finished her coffee.  "Oh no, she's bi.  She would fuck me in an instant if I let her.  I like to tease her and put her caged clitty up against my pussy and ask her why she's not fucking me.  Then she eats me out.  Oh, Sheila, she is a pro.  She can go for as long as I need her to, and she's very thorough."

Sheila's panties were getting wet at the excitement.  She couldn't deny her interest in this.  "How did you manage to do this?"

The Pro Domme couldn't erase the proud grin from her face.  "Why, are you interested in having a sissy of your own?"

Sheila shifted uneasily in her chair, but she couldn't deny her interest.  "I'd just like to hear how.  I don't know if I could make..."

"That's what they all say, " she interrupted, "but I know better.  Most men have an inner sissy waiting to get out.  Your Bill is no different.  You'll have Billie the sissy house wife in no time if you listen to me."

Amanda watched her friend as she shifted in her seat.  She could tell she was aroused.  "Oh my God, did you just get your rocks off?"

Sheila blushed.  "No"

"You little liar, " Amanda replied as her cell phone rang.  "What is it sweetie? Mama's busy."

Sheila looked at her friend in amazement.  Would it be possible to feminize Bill into a sissy husband?  Could she do such a thing?  She would love having an assistant as she grew her own business, and she couldn't deny how turned on she was.

Amanda put down the phone and grabbed a business card and a pen.  "Listen, sweetie, I've got a client I need to deal with.  A real high roller.  Loves to be tied up and spanked, and I'm in just the right mood."

Sheila chuckled.  "They pay you for that?"

"Oh yes, five figures a month with this one, " she wrote down her hotel information.  "Tomorrow, come by my room at say, noon for lunch.  My sissy will be there to wait on us, and we can talk about it.  I'm really sorry. I have to go now.  I hate cutting this short, " she hugged her friend and kissed her on the cheek.  "Please come by.  No pressure.  I just want to show you what is possible."

Sheila watched as her friend walked away, admiring her shapely ass in those tight jeans.  She decided right then and there that she was gonna meet her and see what she had to say.  It could be interesting at least.  Whether she could go through with anything or not was another question, but she was open to the possibility.

Old Friends Meet As Sissies

Sissy Nicole sat at one of the tables outside the coffee house, sipping on a latte as she browsed the Internet on her laptop.  It wasn't easy for her to take these steps by herself.  She learned fashion and makeup and gained confidence all on her own.

She recalled the days in the chat room among other would be sissies.  They lived their fantasy in a chat room.  Nicole didn't want that life.  She had spent too many years as it was living this life inside her head.  She wanted to just be.

So, one day she took the plunge and just started teaching herself.  She shopped alone, practiced makeup and was eventually living life as a woman 24/7.  Not exactly passable, but presentable.  She wasn't afraid to go out the way she did.

Today it was a red dress and matching heals and hand bag.  To complete the look, he wore red nails and lipstick.  She was feeling good about herself.  She looked in the mirror before she left, and she loved the sexy woman staring back at her.  "I'm getting there, " she thought, as she finished brushing her long brown hair.

Vanessa came walking by the coffee house and did a double take.  Was that Nick?  Dressed as a woman?  She knew Nick in High School.  That is to say, they were friends.  She didn't go by Vanessa then as she hadn't come to terms with herself then.  She had yet to begin transition.

She walked up to the sissy who was focusing on the screen, oblivious to the world around her.  "Excuse me, do I know you?"

Nicole looked up from the screen.  The face looked familiar, but she couldn't place it.  "Maybe.  Let me think."

Vanessa noticed her friend's voice wasn't quite right yet.  "No, I'm sure of it.  We used to go to high school together.  We used to hang out."

The image of her old friend David came to mind.  "Oh, yeah.  You're Da...  Wait, what is your name now?"

Vanessa smiled and pulled up a chair at the table.  "I'm Vanessa, and what's your name.  Nicky?"

"It's Nicole. but you can call me Nicky if you want."

Vanessa eyed her friend.  "Oh my God, I had no idea you were trans.  You look good girl."

Nicole laughed.  "Me?  Look at you girl.  You look amazing.  Wow."

"Well, I didn't used to.  My Mistress helped me out.  Taught me a lot of things I needed to learn."

"Really?  I've heard a Mistress can be cruel."

Vanessa laughed.  "Oh, well sometimes I needed to be disciplined.  She locked me up in chastity..."

"Chastity!  Oh my god."

Vanessa reached across the table and touched her friend's hand.  "Oh, it's not that bad.  I was scared at first, but she showed me that I needed to lock it up to help me bring out my femininity."

Nicole still looked unsure.  "But, doesn't it hurt?  I mean..."

"No silly.  It's not that bad, and it has kept it from being a nuisance for me.  Well, I'm on hormones now, so it's not an issue, but I keep it locked up.  It makes Her happy.  I love my Mistress, and I do what it takes to make Her happy."

"Well, I've never met a woman who wanted anything to do with me..."

Nicole brushed her brown hair from her eye.  "I was in the same boat, but I met Mistress at a club.  She taught me so much.  I live with her and clean house, tend to her needs.  We're together, but she still has boy friends and..."

"Boyfriends?  I don't know about that..."

Vanessa took out a mirror and freshened up her lipstick.  "It's not that bad.  I mean, I can't expect her to be happy with a limp clittied little sissy, but I get to satisfy her in other ways.  Plus, sometimes she brings guys back for me and...?"

Nicole gasped.  "Guys?  I don't know about that, and I don't know if..."

Vanessa smiled.  "I do it for her.  I'm not really looking for a boyfriend, but I've sucked cock for her and more when she's asked me to.  She doesn't have a boyfriend as such, but she has guys over when she wants them.  She's a Pro Domme, and sometimes she uses me in a session if..."

"A session..."

Vanessa reached into her purse. "Look, sweetie, I'd love to fill you in on everything.  I think you'd be interested, but I have errands to run for Mistress.  I need to get going.  Let me give you my number."

Nicole shook her head.  "I don't know if I'm up to all of that..."

"Nonsense, " she said as she handed her a piece of paper with her number and address.  "You just don't know and you're scared.  I understand.  We can just talk and I can give you a tour of the dungeon..."

"Dungeon, " she interrupted as her face went white.  "There's a dungeon?"

"She's a Mistress, silly.  Of course she has a dungeon.  You just have to see it.  Say you'll come visit."

"I guess so."

"Great."  Vanessa got up and gave her friend a hug  "You'll love it.  Don't worry.  It's just a visit.  Maybe you can meet my Mistress too."

"Okay, maybe I will."

"Are you free Friday?"

Nicole thought for a moment.  "Yes, I am."

"Good, I'll see you then."  Vanessa walked away with a smile.  Nicole had potential to be the new sissy her Mistress was looking for.  It might take a little work, but she believed she could get her.  Nicole would be uncomfortable at first, she reasoned, but would learn to love it just as she did. 

A Poem: Lock Me In Chastity

Lock me away in chastity
It is for my own good
I'm such a naughty sissy
If I could submit I would



I know I may sound silly
And perhaps a little dumb
I hate to make a sticky mess
I hate it when I cum



For months now I've denied myself
I won't go all the way
But still I like to edge myself
I figure that's okay



My panties tent from time to time
When naughty thoughts come by
I do get horny I'll admit
I have no cause to lie



I must confess to you right now
And it may be a pity
Though it may give me pleasure
I still wish I had no clitty



I know that it's not good enough
So I must set the stage
And lock my clitty nice and tight
Behind a metal cage



That simply isn't good enough
It can't be up to me
To make sure that it's now controlled
I cannot hold the key



My clitty I can rub no more
And I can truly see
The panties will not hide the fact
That I wear chastity



Though I may beg and I may plea
I must not have a choice
I must obey your harsh response
And know that you'll rejoice



My clitty now belongs to you
And it's as good as locked
Though I may beg and I may plea
I am as good as blocked



You laugh at me and ask me
"Why is it that you're so dumb
There is but one way for you now
If you so need to cum



Just take your toy out of it's box
Don't let desire pass
Lube up your dildo really well
And shove it up your ass



And work it in there like you can
You're such a sissy slut
I know that you can do it well
The pleasure's in your butt"



That is the way it is for me
You tell me here and now
For I must ride my dildo well
You tell me I know how



That is the only way for me
My clitty's owned by you
And If I really want to release
My dildo has to do



Perhaps there is another way
You say with your sweet smile
All that I'll get from you now
Is more tease and denial



But if I really want to cum
You tell me there's a plan
Dress up just like a sissy slut
And find and please a man



Embrace the sissy that I am
And then I'll have more luck
Offer up my sissy hole
For his big cock to fuck



Learn to work it well inside
And try not to play dumb
'Cause if I do it well enough
Then he and I will cum



Desperately I beg you now
Is there some other way
May I serve you with my tongue
I tell you I'm not gay




But you just laugh and say to me
I don't deserve the chance
You do not want to hear my crap
So no more song and dance



A sissy fag is what I am
Or all that you will see
And I now need to understand
It's what I'm meant to be



It was not you who asked me then
To lock away my clit
I was the one who made my bed
Now I must lie in it



You tell me now that I can squirm
And that does bring you pleasure
The key to my release right now
You carry like a treasure



All I can do is beg you now
You love to laugh and tease
And that is now the only way
For you that I can please



I can no longer edge myself
And it will stay that way
The only pleasure I may have
Will come from being gay

Jennifer's First Boyfriend

Jennifer walked into the restaurant in a blue dress and heels.  She let her long brown hair flow, gently brushing some hair from her eyes and revealing her long fingernails that she had painted in a red heart design.

She was nervous.  She hadn't seen Billy in nearly ten years.  What if he didn't like what he saw?  When she last saw him, her name was John, and she was a freshman in high school.  Billy was nearly two years older and was her next door neighbor.

She saw him at the table, short black hair and a neatly trimmed beard, and his blue eyes.  She could never forget his eyes and how they looked at her.  They were looking at her now as a smile came to his face.

He stood up to greet her.  "Jennifer.  My God, it's so good to see you again.  You look so beautiful."

She smiled at him as he held out her chair for her.  "Thank you, Bill.  You look handsome, by the way.  How are the wife and kids?"

He sat down.  "Oh, Linda is doing fine.  She had to work late, but she sends her regards  She's hoping we can all get together tomorrow.  The twins are growing like weeds.  How about you?  Weren't you dating a motel owner?"

She frowned.  "We broke up."

"I'm so sorry to hear that."

She took a sip of water, leaving a mark of her red lipstick on it.  "Don't be. I wanted more than he did.  It's better this way."

"Well you're a sweetheart, Jennifer.  You always were.  You deserve happiness."

They ordered their meals and enjoyed small talk, but their minds were going back to a time when they shared something very special together.  A time when Jennifer came to be.

Bill's mind was racing through the memories of those days.  Though he hated to admit it, he was aroused thinking about those days. "I was just thinking about the time you walked out in your sister's old red babydoll.  Remember that?"

She blushed.  "What about the time you stole Lisa Miller's cheerleader's outfit and gave it to me?"

He laughed.  "It looked better on you."



Billy and John sat on a couch.  John was home alone, so he invited the older boy over to watch porn with him again.  He had a video of women giving blow jobs that got them both excited.  Usually, they ended up masturbating together when they did this.

Billy was 14 and John was going on 13 and about to graduate junior high.  Billy was looking at the brunette deep throating the man's big cock.  "You see, that's what I'd like right there.  A nice deep blow job.  Fuck, that's hot."

Billy was rubbing his shorts.  As John admired the woman in the pretty pink lingerie.  "God, she looks so hot in that pink nightie.  I bet it's conformable too."

Billy looked a his younger friend.  "What do you mean?"

He blushed.  "Oh, nothing.  Its just that I think she's sexy.  Have you ever had a woman do that to you?"

The older boy shook his head.  "Not yet.  I wish.  The girls at school are so stuck up."

What was going through John's head now was something he'd thought of many times as he would rub himself in the panties he would steal from his mother or sister.  He'd seen his friend's six inch cock and the pubic hair, so manly compared to his.

He fantasized many times about sucking his friend's cock and being like one of the women in the video, dressed pretty.  He had a slender and almost feminine body, but he knew that might change as the effects of puberty really took hold.

He was nervous, but he wanted to try what was on his mind.  "Billy, I want to show you something.  If I do, you have to promise not to laugh."

The teenager laughed.  "Dude, how long have you known me?  Have I ever been mean to you?  You don't have to say that, just show me."

John nervously smiled and stood up and went to his room.  He had a stash of a few bras and panties and other things that had been discarded by his sister because she got new things.  He reached for a white lace bra and satin white panties and put them on.

He looked in the mirror, and his small three inch penis was hard as it tended his panties.  He put on a red babydoll nightie and admired himself in the mirror as he brushed his medium length brown hair to try and make it look more feminine,  "Are you okay back there, " he heard Billy ask?

"Just a minute, " he shouted back as he reached into the bottom drawer of his dresser in the back for a tube of red lipstick his sister thought she lost.  He slowly applied it to his lips, being careful to get it just right.

He smacked his lips together.  "Here goes nothing."

When he entered the living room, Billy stared at him with his mouth open, but he didn't say a word.  John was so nervous, he thought he would pass out,  "Well, what do you think?  I could go back and change if you want me to."

Billy kept looking at him and began to smile., "Don't you dare.  You look great. Sit down with me  How long have you been doing this, John?  Or what do I call you?"

"About two years now, " he explained.  "It started when I found a pair of my sister's panties in the bathroom and tried them on.  I wear panties most of the time now.  And, I like the name Jennifer."

The teenager nodded.  "Jennifer it is.  Do you mind if I pull my pants down, Jennifer?  I feel like I'm gonna explode."

John  smiled.  "Not at all.  You were gonna do it anyway."

Billy's cock stood straight up and he looked at his younger friend.  "So, do you think about sucking a cock like the ladies in the video?"

"All the time, " he admitted.  "I know I shouldn't, but I feel like I should be a woman, and..."

"It's okay Jeniffer.  It's natural for a woman to want to suck the cock of a man.  In fact, if you want to...   No, forget I said that."

John licked his red lips.  "No, I want to, if you want me to.  I don't want you to be creeped out."

Billy shook his head.  "Jenn, I like you a lot.  You know that.  If you want to do this for me, you can.  I won't tell anybody.  It'll be our, "John went down on his friend before he completed the sentence.  "Secret.  Oh, God.  This is really happening.  Wow.'

John tried to emulate what he'd seen in the videos with the women, humming as he sucked his friend's cock.  He could taste something he had never tasted before, kind of bitter, but not unpleasant.  He kept sucking and suddenly Billy tensed up and erupted his seed inside his friend's mouth.  John swallowed it all and kept sucking until he began to go limp.

Billy looked over at John and smiled.  "That was amazing, " he kissed him.  "Thank you, Jennifer."



The scene kept being repeated whenever they could do it, and sometimes Jennifer was in full makeup as she was learning how to do it.  They would do it in her dad's car, at Billy's house or under the high school bleachers wherever they could.  They had pretty much become boyfriend and girlfriend and spent a lot of time together.

It was under the bleachers on a Saturday afternoon where Jennifer was waiting for Billy.  She wore a pair of shorts that used to belong to her sister and a pink top she actually bought at the store.  She pulled out a mirror and did her makeup as she waited.  Billy had something in mind, but he didn't say what.

No sooner had she finished her makeup than Billy approached with a bag.  He kissed his younger feminine friend.  "Hi babe.  Did you miss me?"

Jennifer hugged him and pulled him in for a deeper kiss.  "Does that answer your question?"

Billy handed her the bag.  "I brought something for you."

She grabbed it.  "What is it?"

He smiled.  "Just look.  I know you're gonna love it."

She opened the bag to reveal a black, pink and white skirt and top with the school logo and team's name on it.  She gasped.  "A cheerleader's outfit?  How?  Where did you get this, Billy?"

"I, um, I sort of borrowed it from Lisa..."

"Lisa Miller, " she exclaimed?  "The head cheerleader?"

"Well, I know you want to be a cheerleader.  I don't know if it will happen, but I thought maybe I could give you the next best thing.  Put it on for me."

"Billy, we've got to take this back to her.  It's not right."

He grinned.  "We'll talk about that later.  Just put it on.  I want to see you in it.  I bet you are ten times sexier than her."

Jennifer was feeling aroused as she removed her shorts and top.  She wore a pink bra and matching panties and her friend noticed.  "That's sexy.  I don't believe I've seen you in those before."

She blushed.  "I borrowed them from my sister."

"Does she know?"

She grinned.  "What do you think?"

Jennifer slipped into the outfit.  "Well?  How do I look?"

He gave her a deep kiss as his arousal pushed against his shorts and brushed against her body.  He had grown almost an inch down there since the day they first began having fun together.  "Does that answer your question?"

They walked together, holding hands and kissing as they made their way to the corner of the field and a secluded bench.  "Jenn, I have something I need to tell you."

She looked at him nervously.  "That doesn't sound good."

"Well..."

They sat down on the bench.  "Tell me, Billy."

He sighed.  "My dad got a job out of state, and we're moving in two weeks."

The color went out of her face.  Billy was the only one who knew her as the woman she really was.  "Billy, no, you can't go."

He kissed her.  "I don't want you to cry.  We'll stay in touch, and I'll get back to you somehow.  I promise."

She was crying,  "It's not fair."

He hugged her tightly.  "I know.  I know, Jenn.  I'm gonna miss you so much.  You know I love you, right?"

This was the first time he said those words to her.  She knew how he felt, but to hear the words meant more to her.  She kissed him.  "I love you too."

He stumbled for the words he wanted to say.  "Jenn, I was wondering if maybe you...  If you wanted to try what we've been talking about?"

He wanted to make love to her, and they had talked about it for a while.  She was afraid it would hurt but had started using a vibrator to get used to having something inside of her.  She wanted this as much as Billy did.

Jennifer smiled and gave him a look that said yes, but she confirmed it with her words  "Billy, yes, I do.  I want you to be my first.  You've been so sweet to me and..."

Billy kissed his younger friend passionately and the two kissed for several minutes as he removed his his shorts and underwear.  Jennifer got on her knees and sucked her friend for a few minutes before stopping and removing her panties.  "I want you inside me."

Billy grinned.  "Aren't you gonna remove the skirt?"

She giggled.  "Why should Lisa be the only one who gets laid in this outfit?"

Billy laughed.  "Oh, you are a naughty little slut, aren't you?"

She kissed him.  "No, I'm your naughty little slut."

Jennifer bent over the table as Billy lifted up his skirt and lubed up his sissy girlfriend's ass.  He stuck a finger in and then two.  "I'll try to be gentle."

She looked back at him.  "As long as you fuck me."

"Here goes nothing, " he said as he poked her sphincter.

"Sweetie, you forget I've been sucking your cock for how long now?  That is far from nothing."

He shoved it in and Jennifer  moaned.  He stopped to check on her. "Keep pushing in.  I'm okay."

Billy managed to get most of his cock inside and gently began thrusting in and out.  "Oh, fuck, you are so tight, baby.  This feels so good."

"Tell me about it, " she said as she looked back.  "You have no idea how long I have wanted this."

He increased his pace.  "Yes I do. I wanted you to be my first too, Jenn.  You've always been a woman to me."

The pleasure they felt in that moment allowed them to erase the whole world from their thoughts.  All that mattered now was pleasing each other.  Jennifer rolled over and lay on her back and Billy reentered her.  "Fuck, Jenn, I don't know how long I can last."

She smiled at him as she felt him stroke her cock. Words gave way to sounds and passionate grunts.  Anybody could have been watching them on that bench, and they wouldn't have cared a bit.  The only thing that mattered was the impending orgasm they both wanted.

Jennifer came first as Billy stroked her cock.  A few moments later, he shot his seed into his sissy girlfriend's ass.  It seemed like it was a big load, and She felt the warmth within her   He stood there looking down at Jennifer for a moment with his cock still inside her.

The two held hands and lay down on the grass together, kissing and making idle chit chat before they drifted off to a short nap together.  It was a moment they never wanted to end.  Unfortunately, it did end, and Billy moved away two weeks later.


Bill took a bite of the chocolate cake he ordered for dessert.  "So, what ever happened to that cheerleader outfit I gave you?"

Jennifer grinned.  "I kept it, of course.  I wanted to remember that special time in my life.  Lisa's daddy had money.  He could afford to buy her a new one."

Bill laughed.  "I love it.  You go girl."

They enjoyed their dessert and one more drink for the road before Bill got up to catch his cab back to the motel.  He hugged her and gave her a kiss on the cheek.  "You know, Linda knows all about you and I, and she's quite open to you joining us if..."

Jennifer gasped and her face turned red.  "Billy!"

He broke the hug and turned to leave.  "Just putting it out there."

Jennifer watched him take a few steps towards the door.  "Bill!"

He turned around.  "Yes."

She smiled.  "Tell her, I said maybe."

Silly Sissy With The Door Knocker On Her Clitty Cage

So you're a sissy in chastity? Maybe you were lucky enough to find a Mistress to lock it away and hold the key. Maybe you found a Master to do it for you. Maybe you're a sissy who hasn't found a key holder yet. But you couldn't resist locking it away, could you? You're a sissy who knows the truth. Once you lock it up, it's hard to stop. You know that's where your little clitty belongs.

The day finally came. With your body all smooth and your lingerie laid out on the bed, you realize something is missing. You know exactly what that is. You need to lock up your clity. Looking at it dangling there so smooth and small, you know it doesn't deserve to be free, does it?

You reach into your bag for your chastity cage. Your body is tingling, but suddenly your clitty starts to get excited. No, you're not going to allow yourself to cum. You've made that commitment. You may not touch your little wee wee. The cage is going on, and it's going to stay on for a week. One week, no clitty freedom and no touching it. You're just so excited. Can you make it?

Somehow, you manage to get the chastity cage on your clitty. It was a struggle, but your clitty is now safe and secure. No way that little thing is going to get into trouble inside of its little prison. You snap the lock into place. What a rush! You feel the cage around your clitty, preventing it from getting as hard as it could, and it feels so intense. You want to cum, but rules are rules. No cum for a week.

You get up and move around your room, trying to put that thought out of your mind. You stare at yourself in the mirror, still naked and smooth. The only difference now is your clitty is in its new home, your pretty pink chastity cage. There's also the clicking noise you're hearing as you walk around. It's unmistakable. It's coming from your chastity cage.

Your lock serves as a reminder that you are in chastity. It's like a door knocker for your clitty cage, asking if it can come out to play. The answer is still no. Knock, knock, knock. Another reminder that you are a sissy in chastity.

You slip your lingerie over your smooth body. You are a vision of sissy sexuality, pretty pink lingerie, stockings, garters, heels. The works. Nails painted, and you are reminded as you paint them by the tightness surrounding your clity. You are a sissy in chastity.

As you prance around your room in your sexy lingerie, knock, knock, knock. You are a sissy with a door knocker on your clitty cage. There's no use. Your sissy clitty stays locked. You desperately want to cum. You can't take off the cage. Enjoy having your little clitty locked up, sissy girl. It's where little sissy girls like you belong.

Knock knock knock. Sorry to disappoint you, but your clitty can't come out to play today. Better find another way get off. Don't you have a dildo hidden away in your dresser drawer?

Goodbye Sissy Social

Sissy Social is gone. It actually went down a few months ago. Maintaining the site had to be a double-edged sword for Lauren. She founded the site back in 2011, and she had lofty goals for what she wanted to accomplish. I'm sure she was on a budget, so it was smart growth. When I say budget, with each upgrade she put into it, it became more expensive for her to run the site.

When it started, it was a place to post pictures of yourself among like-minded people. You could post updates, blog your feelings and there was also a nice message board. Good discussions would break out, and it was also a place where more experienced sissies could help those who were just getting started with some useful advice.

There was in erotica section where myself and others would post stories. It became an outlet for me to share my stories with an audience that was more receptive to them. However, in my early days of being a member of the site, I also tried to help others with useful advice and encouragement. Nothing was more gratifying for me than to see a new sissy taking her first steps of self-expression. That's what sites like Sissy Social are all about.

Lauren didn't stop with the upgrades. She envisioned Sissy Social becoming sort of a Sissy Facebook. This meant that you logged on to it and saw a stream of status updates similar to what you would see on Facebook. Of course, a lot of girls shared sissy memes. It didn't seem like the updates really increased the conversations, which is something I like to see, but the updates did increase the traffic on the site.

What was important about this site was it was a safe space for sissies. Though some of us are out in public and proud, others won't take trips outside of their house. Still others don't even let that sissy outside at all, meaning their feminine expression comes entirely from what they do online. A site like Sissy Social meant the world to so many. Though in some ways there's more acceptance in the world, in other ways it's just as bad as it has always been.

Lauren increasingly struggled to pay the bills with monthly costs skyrocketing. She never wanted to charge anybody to participate, and I'm sure part of her reason was she grew to understand the model just a little bit more. Though there are people willing to pay for content on the internet, many people will just move on if they have to pay a dime. The writing was on the wall. It became too expensive, and when she would ask for donations, she started getting attacked by people who were enjoying the site for free and were not at all happy that she would ask for help. 

It started with quirks. Pictures weren't showing up. People were having difficulty logging on or staying logged on. Things didn't get better, and there were no status updates forthcoming from Lauren. The day finally came when the site went down. People couldn't even find the landing page anymore. Now, some people will get a message saying that going to the URL is unsafe. The site appears to be for sale, though I don't know if that's accurate information or not. Nor can I tell you what is included if the site truly is for sale. Would somebody get the contents as they were when the site went down?

In the end, I could never afford it, and it makes me sad. Though there are other sites out there that offer a safe space, nothing really compares to Sissy Social. I made friends there, some of whom were going through similar life struggles as myself, and we would confide in each other. We can all look back and see mistakes that were probably made as the side continued to grow.

I would never want anything more than to thank Lauren for creating the page. I'm happy for the time I was able to spend there and honored that I was made one of the moderators of the message board. I hope that I made a difference in a few people's lives, because I have come to accept who I am after years of struggling with that. I want others to be themselves without fear and without shame. I don't care what anybody says, there's nothing wrong with being a sissy, transgender or wherever you fall on the spectrum.

In the end, several of the ideas Incorporated on the site were good ones. Perhaps it didn't nead to cross over into Sissy Facebook territory? Perhaps the basic message board, blog feature, photos and the basic chat for those who wanted to use it was good enough? Maybe that would have helped keep costs a little bit more manageable. One could create a Sissy Facebook site, but here's the reality you deal with. There are way more sissies, sissy lovers and sissy friends than people might admit, and running such a page would not be cheap. Lauren found that out the hard way. 

Thank you for trying, Lauren. Sissy Social will be missed.

Sissy Social 2011-2019

Sometimes Three Isn't A Crowd

Robert Wilson got off the train. He'd normally have driven, but it was easier for him to handle the business in the city on this day. He wore a black business suit and tie with his short black hair combed neatly. As the owner of a big construction company, he was a jeans and t-shirt guy, but today was about expanding his business. That meant putting on "the plastic face" as he called it.

His lovely wife Karen was waiting in the parking lot to pick him up for lunch. Karen was perfectly put together from her head to her toes. She had beautiful red hair and green eyes and curves in all the right places. She could stop traffic and always had the guys holding the door open for her or waiting on her if she needed something.

She didn't look like a 40 something mother of four in her sexy blue dress. Her secret was that she stayed active and ran her own successful beauty salon. Making that easier was the fact that the couple kept a full time live in maid. They had certain expectations and were very selective about who they would hire. There were certain requirements of their maid, but certain rewards. It was almost as if the maid became the third person in their marriage, while performing all domestic duties and a little extra.

The Wilson's were in a bit of a bind as Tamrah, their maid of the past five years, had to quit due to another job opportunity and the fact that she had met a man. As Robert exited the terminal, he saw her. She was standing off to the side, people watching. She wore a black skirt and purple blouse. Her brown hair was long, but it needed work. Her makeup wasn't bad, but it could use improvement. He liked her choice of burgundy lipstick. She wore three inch black heels.

He could tell something else about her. She wasn't born a female. She wasn't all that bad looking and was what he might call presentable. With a little work, she would be beautiful like Tamrah and appear to be a natural born female. He grabbed his cell phone. A female voice answered. "Where are you baby, " she asked? "I'm here waiting for you."

He looked once more at the lady in the corner but kept walking so as not to draw attention to himself. "Honey, I'm here, but I'm gonna catch a cab home."

He could hear the anger in her voice. "Dammit, Robert. We haven't had a good meal together in how long, and I got us reservations. I even dressed up in something nice. It's bad enough that Tamrah left, but..."

"Honey, I know, " he interrupted. "Shut up and listen for a second. This is about Tamrah's replacement."

"I thought we agreed that we were going to the agency."

He shook his head. "Yeah, and we probably won't find what we are looking for that way, but I just saw somebody that would be perfect."

"Okay, " she sounded skeptical. "And have you talked to this person? How do you know she will even be interested?"

"That's where you come in, " he explained. "Just stay where you are and look for a lady wearing a black skirt and purple blouse. She'll have long brown hair. You can't miss her. I'll see you back home."

"Robert, how do you..." She threw her phone on the passenger's seat. "Bastard hung up on me. Okay, where is she?"

Every day this week Sheila watched the people at the train station, longing to meet somebody. She wanted to meet a woman, but usually all she got from this was guys coming on to her and calling her to come to their cars. Most of the time, she refused them, but a few of them sweet talked her. "Why doesn't a woman ever call me back to her car, " she thought as she walked away?

She walked out of the station with her head held down. Karen noticed her, but she had already made it to the street before she could try to get her attention. Sheila wondered when life was going to get any better. She struggled at a minimum wage job at a department store, and it didn't pay for the things she needed, like hormones. She found herself on hormones only when she could afford them, which wasn't at the moment. She also worried about how she would pay the rent on her small apartment his month.

Karen had to go down the road and make a U-Turn as Sheila walked on the other side. She pulled up along side her in her brand new Camaro. "Excuse me miss, " she said through her open window. "Would you like a ride?"

A woman was asking her if she wanted a ride, and Sheila did what she always did in these rare moments. She got scared and declined. "That's okay. I'll be fine."

"Kind of shy. I like that, " Karen thought. She wasn't about to let it go. "It's no trouble, Miss. I'd like to give you a ride."

Something about her smile and those green eyes made Sheila's heart melt. She opened the door. "Thank you."

"It's no trouble at all, " she replied as she extended her hand. "My name is Karen. And you are?"

She accepted her hand. "I'm Sheila. Thank you for the ride."

They drove to the next stop light in silence before Karen spoke. "I hope you don't think I'm pushy, but who does your hair?"

She blushed. "Oh, I don't really have money for that sort of thing, but I do what I can myself."

Karen glanced at her. "Really? Because I run a salon, and I think we could do something really nice with your hair and those eye brows. Really make you a sexy thing too. You got it, girl. Why not flaunt it?"

Sheila started to get aroused. "Really? You think?"

Karen nodded. "Absolutely."

She started to get a little suspicious. "What's the catch? You don't get something like that for free, and you're obviously very good at this. You're so beautiful."

Karen smiled. "Aw, thank you sweetie. And there's no catch. I just saw you and thought you could use some help. I like to help my sisters look beautiful and fierce."

Sheila shifted in her seat to hide her arousal. "You'd have to do a lot of work on me."

"Not really, " she replied as they hit another red light. "You have a lot to work with." She looked at her watch. "Say, how would you like to get lunch with me?"

She shook her head. "Oh, I couldn't do that. I don't want to be a bother, and..."

Karen laughed. "You are not a bother. You'd be doing me a favor. My damn husband canceled on me, and I have these reservations."

"Husband, " she asked with disappointment in her voice?

"And I'm a mother of four, " Karen added.

Sheila's jaw dropped. "Four? With that gorgeous figure? No way?"

Karen felt a tingle at that comment. She took a lot of pride in keeping a good figure, but it felt great to hear others acknowledge it. "Why thank you, sweetie. let's go do lunch."

The two ordered salads and white wine. "How do you do it all, if you don't mind me asking? Family, a business and staying in shape?"

Karen took a bite of salad, "Oh, I love my job and I love my family. It takes a juggling act, but Robert and I manage to pull it off. Of course, it's more of a challenge with our maid quitting to start a new job. She was a very important part of our family, so we're struggling with that a bit. We need to get the house back in order."

"It's that bad?"

She took a sip of wine. "Well, Tamrah, our maid, kept the house clean, did the shopping, errands that needed to be handled for the house and anything special we needed taken care of." There was something in Karen's eyes when she said special, as if she had lost something important. "She also had her own room with a walk in closet and bathroom."

Sheila was barely eating as she listened to Karen and admired her beauty. "Wow. She lived with you and had a room like that?"

Karen smiled. "Of course. She was a member of the family, not just an employee. Our kids loved her. Our littlest daughter Katrina just adored her."

The two enjoyed the lunch and Karen could tell that Sheila had an attraction to her. She took an instant like for the shy young lady as well. One of the things that appealed to Sheila was the fact that Karen just treated her like a woman, not a trans woman. The conversation would come up at the salon as Karen insisted on going there after lunch. "I want to do something with that hair."

It was a rather large salon with a half dozen women being taken care of when they arrived. A couple of them were getting their nails done. "Wow, this is impressive, " said Sheila.

Karen was proud of her salon. "This isn't all of it. There's more in the back. We do waxing, massages and more. I'll give you a tour sometime." She gave a younger red headed woman a kiss. "Hi Kristen. Busy day today?"

"Not as busy as yesterday mom, " she replied, "but we're doing pretty good."

She introduced the young trans woman. "This is Sheila. I'm taking her to my office to give her a makeover."

Kristen was unphased by this. Her mother had a policy of welcoming the transgender community into their salon, and then there were the house maids, who were usually male to female transgender woman "Nice to meet you Sheila."

Karen ushered Sheila into her office and pointed to the chair. "Have a seat. I think I know just the thing for you. I want to give you a trim and we're gonna style it a little. I want to bring out your highlights, so I'll touch them up. Then, we'll do something about your eye brows. You did okay with them, but we can do better."

Karen carefully and meticulously did her brows. "So, how long have you been transitioning sweetie?"

"On and off for the last five years, " she replied. There was some discomfort with her eye brows, but she was looking forward to the results. "That is, when I can afford to get hormones."

Karen admired her work. "I'm sorry to hear that. I'm glad you're not doing what some girls do to transition, but I know it's difficult for you. Robert and I paid for Tamrah's hormones and laser, even breast augmentation and wardrobe."

"You did all of that for your maid, " she asked in disbelief.

Karen prepared to do the young transwoman's hair. "She wasn't just a maid. She was a member of the family too. Robert and I will always have special feelings for her."

"Can I ask why she left?"

"She had an opportunity to manage a high line clothing store, but she also had a boyfriend too. I think the chance at having a husband of her own and a career was more appealing than being a third wheel in our relationship."

"Third wheel?"

Karen prepared to wash her hair. "Well, not to Robert and I. We loved her. But, I'm sure she had those feelings."

Sheila pondered what it meant to be a third wheel in their relationship and Karen worked her magic with her hair. The process want on for a while, but she was impressed with the results as Karen turned her around to face the mirror. "What do you think, dear?"

Sheila started to cry. "Oh my God. I love it."

She helped her out of the chair. "Told you I had a lot to work with. If you don't mind going back to my place for a moment, I'll drive you back home."

"No, not at all."

The Wilson's had a nice house on the hill just outside the city. There were eight bedrooms, two four car garages and a pool and hot tub out back. The property was expensive, but they could afford it. Sheila was impressed. When they went inside, she could see that a little cleaning was in order. Something smelled burnt, and a little girl came up to Karen.

"Hi mommy." She hugged her. "Daddy cooked, but it didn't taste good, so he bought pizza."

Karen shook her head. "I told him to pay attention to the stove and not the damn ball game. Where is your daddy now?"

"In the garage, " the girl looked at Sheila. "Who is she, mommy? Is she gonna be here like Aunt Tamrah?"

Karen smiled. "Her named is Sheila."

"She's pretty, " she replied as she ran back to the living room to watch TV.

"That's my youngest daughter. Her name is Katrina, " she said to Sheila as she led her into the kitchen. She really had nothing to do and could have taken Sheila home, but she wanted more time to interest her in the maid's job. "Forgive the mess. We're working on that. Can I get you a drink?"

Sheila didn't have a big apartment, but she kept it clean at all times. No dishes in the sink, vacuumed and mopped floors and furniture always dusted. When she saw the dishes in the sink and gloves to put on over her painted purple finger nails, she went to work on them. "Sheila, you don't have to do that. You're a guest in my house."

"It's no bother at all Karen, " she said as she continued washing the dishes. "It's the least I can do."

"Do you mind if I speak to my husband a moment? I needed to see him about something."

"Go ahead. I'll be here."

"There's soda or wine in the fridge if you want. Help yourself."

Robert had the hood up on a vintage red corvette. He turned around when he heard her come in. "I was hoping you'd have called by now. How did it go?"

She walked up and kissed him as he was about to hug her. "Don't touch me with those greasy hands, baby. I don't want to ruin my dress."

"Well, how did it go, " he asked impatiently?

She smiled. "She's in the kitchen washing dishes as we speak."

"So, you hired her?"

She shook her head. "No, she offered to do the dishes as a thank you. I did her hair and eye brows and had lunch with her, but I think she is interested. I just haven't asked her."

He grinned. "Well, get your cute little ass in there and finish the deal."

"Why, so you can bend her cute little ass over the Corvette and have your way with her, " she giggled?

"If you don't get out of here, it will be your ass over the Corvette." He said with a wink. "The place is falling apart. We need her here."

When Karen returned to the house, Katrina was still busy. Karen could hear vacuuming and noticed the dishes were done and put away. "Mommy, Sheila wanted to know where the vacuum was, and I showed her and now she's vacuuming but I can't hear the TV."

Karen shook her head as she walked into the living room. Sheila was just finishing up when Karen kicked the plug out. "Cone with me. I want to show you something."

"But, I'm almost done, " she protested as Katrina took her seat on the couch to resume watching her cartoons.

She grabbed the young trans woman's hand, "Just follow me." She led her into the maid's bedroom and locked the door behind her. "This is where Tamrah slept."

Sheila was impressed. There was a queen sized bed with pink sheets. The room was decorated in various shades of pink. The walk in closet had a full length mirror on the door and there was a bathroom with a Jacuzzi bath tub. "Wow."

Karen led her into the closet. "Lots of room in here for wardrobe, and she had a lot. She wore a maid's outfit here. She had a few actually. It was her choice. Robert and I didn't care how she dressed as long as the work got done, but she said it made her feel more professional."

Sheila looked it all over. She could put the bed she slept in inside this closet. She looked at Karen in suspicion, "Why did you bring me here?"

Karen slowly moved in closer and her ruby red lips met Sheila's burgundy lips in a deep kiss. "I hope you don't mind, but I've been wanting to do this all day."

Impulsively, Shelia put her arms around the beautiful red headed woman and kissed her passionately before realizing what she had done. She pulled away. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that."

"Why? It was nice."

Shelia walked out of the closet and Karen headed for the bed. "Karen, you're married."

She nodded. "Absolutely, and I love my husband. I'm sure you'd like him too if you met him, but this is about us. So, we kissed. So what?"

"So what, " Sheila replied incredulously? "You have no idea the things I've wanted to do to you since I got into your car."

Karen grinned. "Oh, that sounds good." She pulled off her dress to reveal matching baby blue bra and panties and breasts that threatened to rip the bra. "What do you want to do to me." She rubbed her panties. "As you can see, I'm already wet."

Sheila's tented panties were concealed by her skirt. It wasn't much to hide at about maybe five inches. "I want to lick your..." She blushed and stopped talking in embarrassment.

Karen looked at her new friend seductively. "Lick my what? My pussy?" She removed her panties. "My ass." She bent over to reveal a beautiful round ass. "Both?" She removed her bra to release her DD breasts. "Maybe you want to suck on these? I still lactate, by the way."

"I..." Sheila was speechless.

Karen wouldn't let up with her teasing as she spread her legs . "Or do you want to fuck me."

"Karen, I... I don't know if I can. I just..."

She giggled. "Well, neither did Tamrah, but that didn't stop me from riding that thing of hers dozens of times."

Sheila gave in and stripped down to her tented pair of purple panties and matching bra. She got in bed and started kissing Karen and fondling her breasts. Something was telling her this was wrong, but she was ignoring that voice as she started sucking on her nipples.

"What do you think of my breasts, " she asked?

"They are amazing, " she replied as she licked one nipple and she gently pinched the other.

"Hmmm, you like 'em?"

"I love 'em. I'm jealous of 'em."

Shelia was kissing her all the way down to her neatly trimmed pussy. "You know, you could always get a pair one day."

"I couldn't afford it, " she replied as she stared at Karen's beautiful pussy. She breathed in her feminine aroma. She wasn't in the mood for talking as she started kissing her there and then licking her. It suddenly occurred to Sheila that she had never done this before. She wanted to do it right and recalled a comedian telling a joke about licking the alphabet down there. She felt silly, but she started doing it.

Karen started encouraging her and gently directing her. "Hmm... Right there. Yeah, there baby, " she said as she pushed her head into her pussy. "Oh, God, yes. That's it. Mmm... Oh fuck, yes."

For the first time, Sheila gave a woman an orgasm, and she did it with her tongue. She was unprepared for what literally came next as Karen began squirting in her face. She looked up with a wet face at Karen, who was smiling. "Oops. Sorry. I forgot to tell you I'm a squirter. Gimme a kiss, angel."

After kissing for a few moments, Sheila got up to clean her face, but Karen pulled her back to the bed. "Where do you think you're going? I thought you wanted to lick my ass too, baby. It's jealous of all the attention you gave my pussy."

In moments, Sheila's pussy juice drenched face was buried in Karen's ass with her tongue probing her tight hole. Karen was a woman who loved having her ass rimmed, and she started to get a little noisy with her moaning. Sheila was nervous and excited at the same time when Karen turned around and pulled down her panties to reveal the trans woman's shaved clitty. "If this is going up my ass, I need to get it ready."

"Karen, I don't know if..."

"You can, " she interrupted with a wink. "Trust me." She could already taste the sissy's juices, so she stopped and turned around, looking over her shoulder. "I'm ready when you are, sweetie."

She had all kinds of thoughts going through her head, some telling her that this was wrong, but in the moment she gave into temptation. She had never penetrated anybody with her clitty and didn't have the desire to do so. However, the beauty of the very sensual Karen persuaded her as she pushed up against her tight hole, Slowly, it gave in.

The feeling of Karen's ass wrapped around her clitty was indescribable to her. "There you go angel, " she said as she looked back. "Not as big as Robert's, but that's okay. You really have to experience Robert to know what I mean. He's big and he's loaded, if you know what I mean." She started grinding against Sheila, who was all the way inside her.

Sheila did her best, but she couldn't last long before she had one of her biggest orgasms inside the beautiful woman's ass. "I'm sorry."

Karen had an ass full of cum as she stood up and put her panties back on. "Don't be sorry, dear. You did your best. You'll do better next time, but we should get going and get you back home."

"Shouldn't we freshen up first, " Sheila asked?

"Why? You're going home and I'm coming back here, " she kissed her. "I don't mind having your cum inside me. Don't you like wearing my pussy juices as a mask?"

Sheila had no response as the two got dressed. Karen drove her back home and kissed her before letting her out. As she entered her apartment, Sheila realized she didn't get a phone number. She had doubts that she would see Karen again. Over a week went by before she heard anything.

It was a Sunday and it was football, one of the things she enjoyed on her antenna TV. The picture was crisp and in high definition, and she had beer and plenty of pizza, thanks to a two for one deal. No sooner had she sat down for the game than there was a knock at the door.

She answered to find a black haired man on the other end in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. "Can I help you?"

He extended a hand. "Hi, my name's Robert."

"Robert?"

He grinned. "You know my wife. She did your hair and then you fucked her ass and ate her pussy. I believe she squirted on your face."

Her jaw dropped. "Look, Robert, I'm sorry, but..."

He laughed and walked through the door without being invited. "Don't worry about it. She likes you. She said I might like you too, so I thought I'd come by and introduce myself. Oh, is that pizza? Got any beer? Who's playing?"

She stared at him for a moment as she shut the door. She went to the kitchen to get him a beer and sat down beside him. "Help yourself, " she said, though he was already eating pizza.

He finished a piece and took a big drink. "Look, I'll be honest with you, Sheila. My wife and I are looking for a live in maid, and we think you'd be perfect."

"Why me?"

He looked around the room. "For one thing, you keep a clean house. My wife tells me you started cleaning our house when you were there. You are very attractive and a little adventurous, which we both like, and you need help with your transition and a better place to stay." He grabbed another piece of pizza.

She shook her head. "This all seems very strange to me, Robert. Your wife makes it sound like... I don't know. It's just strange to me."

He looked her in the eye. "We're looking for a third person in our relationship. Karen and I are very busy and can't always take care of things at home. That's where you come in with cooking and cleaning and all we need."

She eyed him suspiciously. "Yeah, and why do I get the feeling sex is involved as well?"

He took a drink as he watched the game. "Oh, nice pass. He should have caught that one. Well, there would be a little sex, or a lot, depending on the day. Sometimes Karen is in the mood and I'm not."

She looked at him and saw a bulge in his pants. "And sometimes you..."

He looked at her and smiled. "Sometimes I'm in the mood for a nice tight hole to fuck, and she's just not in the mood or unavailable."

"You don't mince words, do you."

"I'm a business man, " he pulled down his pants, "and it pays to be direct. Plus, I know you've been thinking about my cock since you found out I was Karen's husband. Admit it."

She looked at his bulge, anxious to remove his cock from his underwear as she noticed a dot on the underwear, "Well, go ahead, " he instructed. "Have a look at the cock that has penetrated my beautiful wife in every possible way."

The removal of the underwear revealed the truth. Robert's hairy cock was massive. It wasn't just the eight inches of length. It was thick too. "Impressive, isn't it, " he asked. "Go ahead. Touch it. Kiss it. I'm not leaving until I put it inside both of your holes."

She looked him in the eyes. "And what if I say no?"

He sighed. "I'd be very disappointed, but I'd respect your decision not to come live with us as our third and our maid." He flexed his cock as it got even stiffer for a moment. "But, we both know that's not happening now, don't we Sheila? Suck daddy's cock."

Sheila kissed and licked the tip of his shaft. She grabbed it gently with one hand and felt the soft hardness, the flexibility of it. "You know, sometimes it's a bit much for Karen to handle. I don't believe in going out and finding hookers or cheating on her, and we both agreed years ago as our careers took off that we would hire a maid who could also serve as the third in our relationship."

She took her mouth off of his massive shaft long enough for a question. "Why a transgender woman?"

"Lots of reasons really, " he replied as he felt her mouth around his cock. ”There's loyalty to the one who helps them transition." He guided her head down on his shaft until she gagged for a moment. "You'll get used to it. So many are so lonely out there that if you show them love, you'll get it back in spades. And then, there's the fact that so many are good little sluts in bed."

Sheila hated to admit it, but she could get used to servicing Robert's big cock. He was very direct in what he wanted, but something told her he would take care of her if she served him and his wife well. She already adored Karen. "I think you'd be a good little slut in bed, Sheila. Am I right?"

She continued working his shaft with her hand and mouth. His taste was getting stronger as he just relaxed and watched the game. "Aw, what do you mean holding? Bad call." He held her head down on his cock until she gagged again. "A little better that time. You're getting it."

He smiled down at her. "Sweetie, stop for a moment and strip naked for me."

She was a bit hesitant, but she did as asked. "Turn around. Let me see that ass. Not bad. We'll get you back on hormones and see what else we can do. Turn around. Yeah, I think your tittles will grow more, but we can get you a boob job, no problem. Karen was right. You have a cute little clitty. She may have use for it, but I don't. As you can see, I have the cock in the family. Get on your knees over there."

She looked up at him as he stood in front of her. "What are you doing?"

He grinned. "Well, you see, Karen told me she gave you a facial, so I feel it's only fair I get my turn, don't you? Why don’t you do me a favor and tell daddy how badly you want his cum on your face."

She licked her lips. She'd like to think she would have a shred of self respect, but she was soon begging as she asked. "Cum on my face, daddy. I need it badly." She licked her lips again.

He shot a spurt right on her nose as she opened her mouth to try to catch some. "There you go slut." Another shot landed above her right eye and another on her chin before one went into her mouth. She savored that as another shot hit her in the cheek. He managed to get the other cheek as he laughed. "You are a messy little slut."

When he was done, he ordered her to clean him up. He smiled proudly at her. "You take orders better than Karen. She still has an independent streak in her. Now, go get me another beer and don't wash your face. I want you to wear it when I fuck your tight little hole later."

Sheila was more than a little turned on by being dominated by the older man the way he did it. She brought him and herself a beer and sat next to him, still naked and with cum on her face. He kept his pants off, and she kept stealing glances to see when he might be ready to take her virgin hole with that monster of his.

They carried on a somewhat normal conversation about football as they watched the game. He allowed her to gently play with his cock as the game was about over before ordering her again. "Sweetie, get some lube. It will make what's about to happen much better for you."

She brought some lube from the bathroom and started lubing her tight hole liberally. "Sweetie, what we're gonna do is have you come over to the house tomorrow morning or tonight. Call your work and say there's a family emergency and get a week off. You will be auditioning as our maid. There is a list of things you need to do in your new room. At the end of the week, we'll decide if you made it or not. Sound good?"

It was all happening fast, but she barely thought about it when she answered. All she could think about was the stretching her virgin hole was about to receive. "I'll go tonight, but I need to pack some things."

He shook his head. "There are things for you to wear there as well as other essentials. We'll also get you on hormones immediately if we keep you." He pointed to the kitchen table. "Why don't you bend over the table and let daddy have better access?"

She went to the table and felt the vulnerability as her ass was exposed. She didn't have to wait as he stood behind her with his hard cock pressing up against her lubed, yet tight hole. His tip went in as she moaned a little. "Oh God. It hurts."

"Relax, darling. You need to get used to it, and you will. Trust me.” He pushed in further as she moaned louder. "You're doing good, baby. Halfway in."

"Halfway? Oh God. There's more, " she whined?

He started pushing in and slowly pulling back to get her used to him. "You're doing good, baby. You are tight though, just the way daddy likes it."

"I don't know if I can do this, " she cried.

He leaned down on her and kissed her neck. "You're doing fine. Just relax. It will feel better."

He could tell she was relaxing and taking him almost all the way in now. He had to admit he loved breaking in a new maid, though it had been a while. She was so nervous, and yet submissive to his desires. He had practically barged into her home and in a matter of a few hours she had fed him, given him several beers, taken a facial and now had his rock hard cock buried deep inside of her sissy pussy. He was hopeful that she excelled at her house work, because he wanted Sheila to live with he and Karen.

After a while, he pulled out and led Sheila to the couch as he sat down. "Have a seat on daddy's cock, " he ordered.

Having been stretched a little, his cock went deep inside of her as she looked ahead at the TV screen and the post game show. She turned her head as she leaned back for a kiss. It was then that she realized that she was impaled all the way on his thick love muscle.

They carried on in this position for several minutes before he had her on her back with her ass resting on the arm rest of the couch and sticking in the air. She felt him lube her up some more and shove his cock inside of her one more time as his thrusts became faster and more deliberate. He leaned down to kiss her. "You are a sexy piece of ass, Sheila."

She was driven over the edge in that moment and had her own intense orgasm as she looked up at him. "Oh fuck, that is hot, " he moaned as he began cumming inside her ass after what had been about 30 minutes of intense fucking. He leaned in and kissed her. "You were fantastic. Do you have a robe?"

She nodded. "Uh huh."

"Get your robe and your keys and lets go home."

He called Karen to let her know of their arrival. Katrina was at her grandmother's house, and Kevin was at a friend's house. Both wouldn't be back for a few hours. Karen greeted Robert at the door. "Did you fuck her?"

He kissed her. "Of course I did sweetie."

She smiled at Sheila, who entered the house barefooted and wearing a pink robe. She kissed her. "Did it hurt?"

A wet spot had developed in the back of her robe from where Robert's cum had leaked out. She melted into Karen's kiss. "A little."

"It still hurts me too sometimes when he fucks my ass, " she admitted, "But, you get used to it. That's the price we pay for having a real man to satisfy us."

Sheila was shown to her room, and she drew a bubble bath with the nice bath oils that were provided. It felt exquisite as she did a maintenance shave of her somewhat smooth body. She hoped that she could get laser hair removal if she landed the job here. However, she knew she had to earn it.

To her amazement, the closet was filled with clothes. It had been empty when Karen showed it to her, but now there were outfits for any occasion. Nice dresses, and skirt outfits. There was a lingerie collection to die for as well as some casual clothes for just lounging around. Plus, there were shoes and lots of them. She slipped into a pink babydoll and panty set that night and drifted off to sleep between the satin sheets. The morning would come soon enough, and the real test would begin.

The list of duties was long and started about an hour before anybody got up with the preparing of breakfast. She was charged with preparing all meals and had cook books to consult and everything needed to make a meal. A big house meant lots of rooms to clean. She had to make sure Katrina got off to school and got home alright. She had to do all the shopping and deal with any issues that popped up, such as one of the cars needing to be smogged on Wednesday. They gave her a check book and a debit card to make sure all of the bills associated with running the house were paid. She found it odd that they would trust her with this responsibility, and she took it seriously.

She found that she excelled at the job and was very attentive to details. When she got into what she was doing she tended to obsess about it until it was done right. On Thursday, her curiosity about the maid's outfits got the better of her. A skimpy pink maid's outfit hung in her closet, and she put it on as she began shampooing the living room carpet. She wasn't expecting Robert to show up with Joe, one of the foremen of his work crews.

They both had been out on a job and came home to swim. "Hi Robert. Can I get you and your friend anything?"

"Beer, and could you call pizza delivery." He looked at Joe. "Extra large combo." He nodded. "Order an extra large combo. Thank you."

Sheila returned to shampooing the carpet and had just finished when the door bell rang with the pizza. She paid the man and brought the pizza out back where the two men were skinny dipping. They both emerged from the pool. Joe was a bald, yet hairy man who was as well endowed as Robert. She turned to leave, but Robert stopped her. "Have a piece, Sheila."

She shook her head. "I really shouldn't. I have to go over the main bathroom, and then I need to pick up Katrina from school and then..."

He kissed her. "Relax. It'll just take a minute," Joe stepped behind her with his hands on her ass. He reached around to feel her hard clitty in her panties. "What do you think Joe?"

Joe smiled. "Very nice. Nice tight ass. Now, as I recall, I had tails and it came up."

Robert nodded. "Of course. Help yourself."

Sheila got anxious. "What's going on, Robert? I can't..." He kissed her. "It's just Joe. He's working hard for us and the company is doing well. I thought he deserved a reward. Don't you agree?"

She stared at him with a look of betrayal in her eyes. He gave her the puppy dog look. "Please. For me?"

It happened so fast that she was really in no position to fight it. In no time, Joe's cock was buried deep in her ass, but her moans were stifled by Robert's big cock in her mouth. She had seen those sexy scenes by the pool in the porn movies, and now she was living one of them, whether she wanted it or not, She really didn't, but she dutifully milked the two cocks until they released their seed into her violated holes.

On Saturday night, she was to be evaluated and told whether she had the job full time. Sheila already knew the answer. She had done good work. It was work too, and she felt tired at the end of the day, but that was required to keep the house in order and make the family's life easier. The real question was whether she wanted it or not. The scene on Thursday by the pool bothered her, and she almost felt like she was raped.

She was in the walk in closet picking out a while nightie and panty combination as instructed when Karen entered the room. "Oh, sweetie, that will be perfect, You need to wear the stockings and garters and heels. Robert is crazy for heels."

She sighed. "Okay, I guess so."

Karen was concerned for Sheila as she rubbed her back gently. "Sweetie, what's bothering you?"

"Nothing, " She replied flatly.

Karen shook her head. "I'm not buying it. Something is on your mind. Tell me."

Sheila sat on the bed, slowly working the stockings up her legs. They felt good against her smoothness. "Robert came home Wednesday when I was in the middle of a list of things to do, and he brought Joe from work and..."

Karen gasped. "He didn't? And they made you..."

She nodded. "Both of them at the same time."

She hugged her. "I'm so sorry, sweetie. Robert does that from time to time. He's done it to me too."

"Really? How did you feel about it? I mean, what did you do?"

Karen laughed. "Well, I just took it that day, but I was plenty pissed about it. He didn't get any pussy from me for a month. I told him he shouldn't just drop by with somebody like that and expect me to perform. He did that with Tamrah a lot, but she was really into it. I'll talk to him for you."

"It's not that I'm against being with guys sometimes that he might bring here, but, it's just..."

"What is it dear? Tell me."

Sheila blushed. "Well, I like women a lot, and... I mean, if you brought... I mean..."

Karen smiled and gave her a deep kiss. "Sweetie, I do girl's nights a lot, and I'll make sure you get included in some of those too. My girlfriends would love a sexy young pussy licker like you. Now let's get you dressed and pick out my outfit. He should be back soon."

The lingerie was a contrast. Sheila, the new girl in the family, wore white, and Karen wore black. Both looking sexy in stockings and garters and fully made up, "I don't know why we bother, " Karen laughed. "We're all just gonna be naked anyway."

Robert walked into the bedroom. "The kids are at their grandma's. This night is about us. The three of us." He looked at Karen and then Sheila. "Sheila, I want you to join our family as our maid. But, it's more than that. You are family, and you perform a role vital in making Karen and my life easier. You will get tested at times, but know that we both love you and want you to be with us. You're feelings matter to us."

Sheila tried to process the words. When he finished, he kissed her and then Karen kissed her. Both the husband and wife got on bended knee in front of her. "Sheila, will you join us as our maid wife, a member of our family who we will love and cherish always?"

The two held a black jewelry box that they opened to reveal a nice gold and diamond ring. It looked expensive, and Sheila started to cry. She nodded. "I do."

"We love you, " the two said in unison. "I love you too, " Sheila responded as the they shared a tree way kiss.

Robert removed his pants and stood in front of the two ladies, who both got down on their knees to worship his big cock with their mouths. Sheila and Karen had a meeting of the tongues at the tip of Robert's cock as they licked either side of it. Sheila started licking his balls as Karen worked the shaft. Robert looked down on the too ladies in pride and pleasure.

Karen got up and took her place on the bed while Sheila continued to suck on Robert's hard cock. "Get her ready for me Sheila, " he commanded.

In no time, Sheila was licking Karen's sweet pussy from behind. Karen was ready for her man, but Sheila savored her taste and aroma. Robert moved in behind Karen, and Sheila guided his cock into his wife's pussy with a kiss. Sheila positioned herself underneath Karen to lick her pussy and the cock sliding rapidly in and out of her.

Karen beckoned Sheila in front of her for a taste of her hard sissy stick. She was taking it from both ends, but it wasn't long before Robert shot his first load of the night into his wife's willing pussy as she experienced a small orgasm that was building up before he finished. She looked up at Sheila. "Fuck me baby.'

After watching Robert's cock slide inside of Karen's pussy, Sheila felt inadequate with her smaller clitty, but she nonetheless wanted the chance. She went slowly for fear of cumming too fast, but also to see if there was a place that she might stimulate Karen's orgasm. She understand that a woman didn't need a big cock to have a good orgasm if she was stimulated properly. Karen and Sheila were both into it and moaning loudly when Karen's orgasm let loose.

Sheila was building towards her own orgasm when Robert stood over his wife with his cock in Sheila's face. Her focus was shifted to Robert's cock, which was ready for another tight hole. "Are you ready to make it official, " Robert asked?

Sheila crawled on her hands and knees between Karen's legs with her pussy in front of her face and her ass in the air. As she went down on Karen's sweet cream pie, Robert took Sheila from behind and was half inside in moments. It hurt, but Sheila knew pleasure was coming. She was already enjoying the taste of Karen as Robert's cock pistoned in and out of her.

Karen looked at Robert fucking their new maid wife and smiled. "Remember the sandwich position, baby?"

Robert pulled out of Sheila. “Fuck my wife again, sweetie." This was an order she happily obeyed as she felt the warm confines of Karen's sweet honey pot. This time it was different. With some effort, Robert had his cock in Sheila's pussy hole while her clitty was inside his wife. The motion was mostly provided by Robert pushing inside Sheila, and Karen squeezed Sheila with her pussy, causing great pleasure.

Sheila was in another world and feeling pleasure she had never even imagined before. It wasn't long before she was cumming inside of Karen. Robert began fucking her hard, and it wasn't long before he put his seed inside of her. They all kissed. "You're in the family now."

Sheila never even conceived of the possibility of being a maid, let alone being in this type of relationship. Yet, she couldn't imagine her life any other way now. She did get on hormones and had breast implants and other work from a highly acclaimed cosmetic surgeon. The hormones left her mostly limp, but she hadn't had the surgery yet, mostly out of fear. Robert and Karen said that was her decision and they would support it.

Life was never dull with them. Sheila performed her duties at a high level and kept things running smoothly at home. Robert kept them both on their toes as always, and Karen let her be a part of some naughty gatherings with the ladies. There was never a dull moment with them. Unlike the other maids, Sheila had no desire to leave.

The Beta Test

 

The Beta Test

Part 1 - No Escape

Andy sat in his chair in front of his computer. This strange feeling was almost overpowering him, and he didn't understand it. At least he was aware of it. Everybody else in the entire city seemed to be obliviously overcome by it. He had earlier reached into one of the boxes of clothing his ex-wife left in the garage and slipped into a pink bra, panties and teddy. He was also compelled to put hot pink lipstick on his lips. What was going on with him?

A strange icon appeared on his web browser. It was pink with red letters, and it had the words BETA TEST all in capital letters. It took him to a page with three pictures. There was a picture of a very rugged, handsome and masculine man with the word Alpha on it. Next to that picture was a beautiful woman in lingerie with the word Woman. Next to her was the picture of an obviously feminized man with the word Beta on it. There were also instructions saying you should watch Beta Test TV on channels 997-999.

Andy clicked on the Beta page and was shocked. It highlighted what a beta male was to do, step by step. He had instinctively done some of these steps on his own without instructions. It described shaving all of your body hair and facial hair. Wearing your long hair down in your best feminine style or buying a wig. Andy had long brown hair, and he had used his wife's old curling iron and rollers on it, again without much instruction. He was proud of himself and how girlie his hair looked.

There was a long tutorial on makeup application. If Andy was into transsexual porn, he would have recognized her as Skye "Blue" Summers. She had a soothing way about her, and he was mesmerized by her feminine voice. There was a tutorial on voices and how to walk in heels. For the beta sissy male who had no clothes, there were instructions on shopping. There was an instruction on how to prepare yourself for sex with a man. Andy gasped and stood up in shock.

He grabbed the remote and turned on Channel 997. There was Skye again with an obviously feminized beta sissy. She was encouraging her as she looked at two men laying on their backs with huge erections. "There's nothing to be afraid of sweetie, " she said as she took the sissy's hand. "We're just doing what comes natural to a woman."

Andy had never seen such a thing. Skye mounted her man with ease as she beckoned the sissy to have a seat on the cock of the man next to her. The sissy slowly positioned herself over the cock with Skye's encouraging voice. The camera watched the cock push into the sissy's ass as she moaned. "It's okay sweetie, you're doing fine."

Andy gazed at the TV with the two mounted on top of their men. They started bouncing up and down as Skye was giggling. "We're just a couple of sluts." Andy found himself wanting to be there doing what Skye and her friend were doing. There was a strange feeling in his ass as if it wanted it. What was going on here?

Andy walked outside his home to see 80 year old Mr. Johnson in a sun dress carrying a dildo into his house without any shame. There were three girls playing jump rope a couple doors down, and he did a double take when he realized one of the girls in a dress was actually a boy. A couple of teens walked hand in hand past him, and again he was shocked to realize the girl in the pink skirt was a boy. Jessica Parker, a voluptuous blond-haired beauty, kissed a man in her front yard and led him by the hand into her house. He was not her husband, and it was obvious they were going to have sex. Where was her husband? That question was answered when a lady in a brunette wig pulled out of the driveway. It was him.

Andy walked to the end of the street and around the corner, where there were a few stores and a beauty salon. A man walked out of the salon with a perm and red fingernails. Men were walking into the lingerie and clothing stores. He gasped in horror at the thought that he wanted to go to the salon for his nails. Nothing like this had ever crossed his mind. Unconscious of the fact that he left his house in his teddy, bra and panties and nobody seemed to care, he ran back to his house and the computer. What the hell was going on?

He did an internet search for Beta Test, but he found nothing until he got to the seventh page and the forum of some government conspiracy sight. "Guys, " said a post by an apparent long-time poster named Mad Dog. "I'm in my wife's nightie and panties, thinking about going to the bar to meet a guy. My wife is fucking my neighbor in our bed right now. I want them to stop, but every time I look at them, I get hard and jealous that my wife is getting that big cock all to herself. What the fuck is happening?"

NWO666 responded, "You're just gay. The homosexual agenda got to you too. If you haven't done anything sexual, you can be saved, but your wife is an adulteress. You have to leave her."

Nobody's Puppet responded, "It's a Beta Test. The government is experimenting with this crap, and I don't have time to get into it now. Get out of town now until they wrap this up. It's the only way."

Mad Dog replied, "I tried to leave. They wouldn't let me. It's okay though. A couple of nice officers at the edge of town tag teamed me. It was wonderful"

Mad Dog replied a couple of days later, "It didn't happen guys. My account was hacked."

NWO666 replied, "Sure it didn't fag. LOL."

Nobody's Puppet responded, "I'm sorry MD. You were under some form of mind control, and you couldn't help it. NWO666, I wouldn't laugh, you could be next." It was a long post, but Andy got up from his chair and headed for his car before turning around. He went back to his room for a big shirt and shorts and flip flops, grabbed his wallet and left.

Andy was sweating and in a panic. "I've got to get out of here, " he muttered to himself. "I don't know what the hell they've done to me, but I am not some sort of sissy queer. I'll just stay in a motel for a few days until I can figure this out."

Andy looked ahead to the officers dressed in black uniforms. They had pulled over a man and woman in their 50's. It was obvious from the way they were dressed that they were influential. An officer looked at a clipboard and shook the man's hand. The man got in his car and drove to the next town. The limo behind them was also waved through.

A red headed female officer poked her head into Andy's window. "May I help you?"

"Yeah, I'm just taking a few days off and going out of town, " he nervously replied. "Is there a problem?"

The officer smirked, her red lipstick making her look all the more attractive. She wore black rimmed glasses, and her long red hair was tied back in a bun. "Sorry to say this dear, but you're not leaving town. No way an average beta such as yourself is important enough. you might as well accept your fate."

"Please ma'am, um, officer, " he begged. "Can't you just let me through?"

She shook her head, still feeling a little pity in her heart for him. It was obvious he'd never entertained any thoughts for what was about to happen to him. "I'm sorry. I can't. Just embrace what's about to come. Things will be back to normal soon."

"Please officer. I'll do anything, anything you want."

She smiled and arched an eyebrow. "Anything, you say? Would you submit to me completely?"

"Submit? What do you mean?"

"I think you know exactly what I mean, " she laughed. "I might be willing to let you pass if..."

"Yes, please, what do you want?"

"Tell you what, um..."

"The name is Andy, " he said.

"I'll tell you what, sissy Andy, I have a place not far from here in the other town. I've rescued a couple of sissies I have locked up there now, and maybe me and my partner could find a use for you, if you are willing to submit to me and obey my every command."

He nodded nervously. "Yes, please, I will. Just help me get out of here."

She giggled "Such an eager little sissy. Okay, let me give you directions. You can't stop and interact with anybody here, or you will give into the effects of The Beta Test. Look at you now. Practically begging for a man's cock."

Andy was ashamed, but he knew she was right. "How do I get there?"

She looked over at her partner, who was walking over from another car. The driver of the car looked dejected as he turned around. "Pull over to the side of the road and follow me, " she frowned. "Ah shit, can't you bother somebody else Ted? I was about to gain another subbie."

"I outrank you, Melissa."

She shook her head and could not hide her disappointment. "Maybe here, but not in my dungeon."

Ted laughed. "Well, you'll never know, sweet cheeks. I'm not your bitch." He peered into the window. "So, you were gonna take her strap on in your ass to get through the line?"

Andy gasped. "What. I didn't say I was gonna..."

Ted grabbed his crotch. "Step out of the car. Maybe you and I can make an arrangement instead."

Andy didn't like where this was going, but he thought for sure he didn't want what was coming back in the city if he stayed. He stepped out of the car with his bright pink toenails exposed in his flip flops. The officer laughed. Melissa rolled her eyes and walked away. "Look at you. Pink toenails and lipstick. I bet you have a bra and panties under those clothes too."

"And a teddy, " Andy blurted out without thinking.

Ted laughed. "Let me see."

Andy felt intimidated and a little aroused as he removed his shorts and shirt, revealing how smooth he was. He could also feel an aching of desire in his ass that he could not explain, as if it begged for penetration. He was ashamed. "Will you let me go, " he asked with only a little hope in his voice?

"We'll see, " the officer replied as he pulled his thick and hard seven-inch cock out of his pants. "I think you know what is expected, don't you sissy?"

"I'm not gay, " Andy said in weakened defiance.

"Maybe not, but you'll get on your knees and suck it anyway, won't you princess? You're thinking about it now."

Andy couldn't deny it. His body betrayed him as he got on his knees. Had he looked around him, he'd have noticed one officer doing the same thing to another poor sissy, and yet another officer was fucking a woman on the hood of her car. However, Andy was oblivious to that. He started sucking the cock in the hopes that this would end soon.

"Slow down sissy, use your tongue, " Ted ordered. "That's it. Now, take it deep. Just like that."

Andy felt himself surrendering to this, and Ted's manly essence was strong in his mouth. "Fuck, my wife won't do this for me, so I have to get it someplace else." He grabbed Andy's head and started fucking his mouth, forcing him to gag. He was nothing more than an object for Ted's pleasure.

It didn't last longer as Ted's manly fluids had an overpowering taste in Andy's mouth. He hadn't even cum yet. He stopped and began stroking it in front of the sissy's face. He shot several spurts that coated Andy's face. "Rub my cock on your sissy face, " he instructed. "Good girl. Now clean my cock."

When Ted was satisfied, he zipped up his pants and turned around. "You can go home now."

"But, you said, " Andy protested. He felt humiliated with the officer's spunk all over his face.

Ted laughed. "I said we'll see. I see you like this, so you can go home and accept your fate you little fairy."

Part 2 - The Unlikely Cuckoldress And Her Sissy

Across town, Andy's best friend Cory and his wife Angela were oblivious to the change that was washing over them. The two were very much in love and in a somewhat vanilla relationship. They both had enjoyed a rather unadventurous sex life, same position, same times during the week. They both wanted children, but they had no luck after ten years. The two shared a deep and abiding love. They were soul mates. When the effects of the change sweeping through the city began about a week before Andy attempted to make his escape, Angela was embracing it.

She discovered Channel 998 by accident on the first day it appeared. It was her day off from work. She was trying to scroll to Channel 2 and went too far. A husband was dressed in lingerie, going from licking his wife's pussy to sucking the rather impressive cock of a man sitting next to her as the two kissed. She stared transfixed at the TV screen, fingering her already wet pussy. She had to know what this was like. She needed a lover. She also felt her husband would make a perfect sissy.

She devoured the information on Channel 997, which also recommended the Beta Test website. She took notes on feminizing her husband and headed out the door to the adult store. She immediately purchased a butt plug set for him, a strap on and hardness for her and a metal chastity cage for him. This was happening, and she never had a doubt about it. She knew instinctively that he would accept it. Nothing in their relationship had ever indicated the slightest interest in any of this. Her husband even refused wearing her panties when she suggested it before.

When he walked through the door, she asked him to strip naked. "Why, " he asked?

"I'm going to put this hair removal cream on you, " she explained as if it was no big deal. "I want you smooth."

He smiled as if she had granted him his biggest fantasy. "Okay."

"You're going to be my pretty sissy hubby, " she said. "And this thing, " she grabbed his below average sized cock, "is getting locked up. I need a bigger cock inside of me than you have."

This would be the point when a rational minded regular guy would reject the idea and protest. He kissed her on the lips. "If this will make you happy, then I will do it for you baby."

She grinned. "Oh, it will. Now go shower. I need to call Steve. You know, from my work? He wants to fuck me, and Liz tells me how big his cock is. I'm gonna invite him over."

The hair washed away easily enough, and Cory started thinking about his wife taking big cock from her lover. He started thinking about how it might feel inside of him. His ass felt strange, almost as if it was begging for something inside of it. He started thinking he needed to make himself pretty so a guy would want to fuck him too. Angela was way ahead of him in that idea.

When he emerged from the bathroom, Angela surprised him with realistic looking breast forms, C Cup sized. "We need to do this up right Connie." In short order, she had her husband in one of her black dresses, some heels that just barely fit, a shoulder length black wig and makeup. She even put on two dangling clip on earrings.

Connie looked at herself in the full-length mirror. "Do I look pretty honey?"

Angela kissed her sissy hubby on the lips. "Good enough to fuck. Oh, lift up your dress."

She knelt down in front of Connie and attached the chastity cage. She proudly displayed the key. "It belongs to me now. Oh, one more thing." She reached for a small butt plug and lube, but it went in so easily that she pulled it out inserted a medium instead.

The two sat down to dinner, but Connie could hardly focus with the pleasure she felt from having her ass filled. Angela was positively soaking her panties, but the two carried on a conversation about shopping. They agreed to go shopping for some sexy outfits and a nail salon appointment. Angela would also get her hair done.

When they finished eating, the two cleaned up the kitchen together before Angela beckoned Connie to the bedroom. Connie wasn't normally the best at oral sex, but she seemed attentive to Angela's needs at the moment. She worked Angela's pussy with her mouth for well over an hour as she enjoyed multiple orgasms. Neither seemed interested in stopping, and they passed out with Connie between Angela's legs.

They left the house with Cory dressed as Connie. Connie was even trying to walk and talk in an over exaggerated way, in a clumsy attempt to emulate a woman. It did not feel strange to the sissy. In fact, others in the neighborhood were starting to exhibit strange behavior. People we're having sex in the open, but it was not unusual for a woman and a man to use a bathroom or changing room for sex, or a sissy's oral worship of a woman. A man might also take a sissy from behind. None of the adults seemed to have any self-control. The children, while not sexual, had similar strange behavior. Sissy boys were hanging out with the girls, who gleefully dressed them up and bossed them around.

Later that evening, Angela took Connie's sissy hole for the first time with her strap on. She had read about technique. She was almost out of control with sexual desire. Her pussy was wet as she pounded Connie's sissy hole. "Oh, you're such a little sissy slut. Are you gonna cum in your cage for me?"

Taken from behind, Connie couldn't do it, but that changed when Angela took her in missionary. With Angela looking down on her lovingly, Connie had a long and almost overpowering orgasm. She was on the verge of passing out. However, Angela crawled into the bed and sat on her sissy hubby's face. Connie knew what to do, but Angela said what was coming next. "My lover is coming over to fuck me tomorrow. I'm gonna have his big cock inside of all of my holes dear." Her words only excited Connie more as she brought her wife to a mind-blowing orgasm.

While Angela busied herself dressing in sexy red lingerie the next evening and making herself ready for Steve, Connie cooked dinner for the three of them. Her focus was on helping make her wife's date more pleasant. Dinner went quickly, and Connie was left to clean up the kitchen. Angela and Steve were quickly in bed, and the noises Angela was making were previously unheard in the house. Their first love making session went on for about an hour before Connie brought them drinks.

Angela smiled at her sissy. "Connie, be a dear and clean my pussy and get my lover's cock ready for Round 2."

Connie tasted the intermingled love juices on her wife as she greedily lapped them up. Then, she was sucking Steve's cock as it got rock hard once again. "She does this pretty well, " Steve remarked. "How is she at fucking?"

Angela shook her head. "Oh no. That cock is all mine. Give it to me daddy."

Connie watched for a few minutes in jealousy as Steve's cock quickly went deep inside of Angela. She was jealous, but not because another man was fucking her wife. She wanted that cock inside of her plugged sissy hole. She started thinking about going out and wanted to go out with Andy. Andy wasn't answering his phone.

On the fourth night, Angela surprised Connie. "Steve is coming over again, and I'm gonna let you suck him to completion."

"Can he fuck me, " she asked hopefully?

She shook her head. "You're gonna have to go get your own cock dear. This one is mine, but I am gonna fuck you with my strap on while you suck him."

Connie again prepared dinner. They adjourned to the bedroom, where Steve lay down on the bed with his cock already hard and pointing up. Connie crawled between his legs and took his cock into her mouth as Angela removed the now large plug and replaced it with her strap on cock. This time, Connie eagerly pushed back against the fake cock to take every inch while devouring Steve's cock with her mouth. Connie leaked inside her cage, but never fully came before Steve shot his load inside her mouth. She showed him the load before swallowing it. "Thanks daddy."

Angela slopped her ass. "You slut. Get your own guy." She kissed her sissy. "I love you dear, but you've got to go. Go hang out with Andy. I bet he's fully sissified like you now. She shut the door behind her sissy.

Part 3 - Sissy Connie Finds Some Cock

Connie couldn't get ahold of Andy, so she tried watching TV. It was Channel 997, and there were lots of sissies getting fucked. She wiggled her ass with the big plug inside of her and eventually had a mini orgasm. She desperately wanted more than that. Where the hell was Andy? As she drifted off to sleep on the couch, she noticed a show offering advice on where sissies could have sex. It suggested video store booths.

Connie went looking for Andy on the fifth day. She wore a tight red mini skirt and a red blouse and strappy sandals, an outfit her wife picked out for her. Angela gleefully announced that Steve was bringing a friend to tag team her as she had her sissy leave. Connie waited and waited, but Andy wasn't home or wasn't answering the door. She headed for the adult video arcade.

The Adult store was full of lonely and desperate sissies. The booths were occupied, but there weren't many men. The man at the desk was an unattractive and overweight guy, who perked up when Connie entered the store. "Whoa, what is a babe like you doing here?"

Connie rolled her eyes until she looked at the quality of sissies in the store. Compared to them, she was a babe. "Just checking things out."

"Wanna go into the back room, " he asked hopefully?

"I don't know."

"Please, " he pleaded. "I'll give you $200."

Connie smiled. She wasn't really attracted to him, but a cock was a cock, she thought. "Okay, lead the way."

The man looked at a non-passable sissy who was arranging the videos. "Sheila, would you watch the counter for a bit? I need to show this lady something."

Sheila grinned. "Uh huh, sure you do."

He locked the door behind him and dropped his pants, revealing a thick eight-inch cock. Connie was impressed, but she played it cool. "The money."

"Oh yeah, " he pulled out his wallet and handed her $200 in cash. "Here."

Connie got on her knees and started licking and gently sucking the tip of his cock as she slowly stroked it.

"I hope you don't mind, but I want that ass."

She looked up lustfully at him. "Okay."

"Bareback, " he grinned.

She bent over his desk and looked back. She removed the large butt plug. "Fuck me."

"You are a little slut, " he said as he stepped up and positioned his cock at her hole. "My kind of woman." In moments, he was buried balls deep inside the sissy's ass. He was unprepared for the enthusiastic way in which she was taking his cock. It was almost like she was using her ass to fuck him. Feelings of intense pleasure washed over Connie before she had her biggest orgasm yet inside her cage. It started slowly, abruptly ended and started again. It lasted for several minutes.

Connie was not prepared for the tidal wave of cum that filled her ass. "Oh my God. “ he moaned. “Thank you."

"I should be thanking you, " she grinned. "Could you put the plug back in. I don't want to leak all over my good skirt."

"Sure thing."

Connie grabbed the $200 off the desk. "Are you sure you want to give me this."

He nodded and kissed her on the lips. "Yes, I'm positive. You were the best I've ever had."

She kissed him. "You too."

Connie reapplied her lipstick and headed out the door, but the man stopped her "Hey, could you come back tomorrow about this time? I have a few friends and we could have ourselves a party."

Connie had a wicked grin on her face, thinking of taking on three or four guys. Angela would be jealous of her. "Okay, I'll see you then."

As Connie left, the man raised a fist in the air. "Yes."

Sheila laughed. "Somebody took pity on you?"

He threw a box of condoms at her. "Shut up Sheila. You're lucky you're my brother or I'd fire your ass."

Part 4 - Andy Surrenders To Abby

Connie called Andy again, but Andy wasn't answering. Connie enjoyed another adventurous night at the adult store with a group of four guys and only her to service them. Both of her holes were well used. Angela wasn't complaining either. Steve was a very good lover. Though she enjoyed entertaining him and his friend, Steve was all she needed.

Andy came home, and the feelings were intensifying. He couldn't fight it anymore. He rummaged through his ex-wife’s stuff. He selected a black mini skirt and a pair of five-inch stiletto heels that actually fit his small feet. He selected a cute and frilly pink top. After fussing over his makeup, he decided to go to the salon to get his nails done in fuchsia. He had his toenails redone. "Those look good on you, " said Doris, the older lady who owned the salon. "What did you say your name was, dear?"

"Andy, " the sissy replied in his best female voice. He actually did a better job of moving and talking like a woman than his friend Connie.

Doris shook her head. "No dear, I think Abby suits you, or maybe Abigail."

The sissy smiled. "I like that. Abby it is."

The two hugged before Abby went next door to check out dresses. She wanted something in blue. Standing in front of a full-length mirror in a red dress and crying was Cindy, the resident bar slut from the sports bar he went to. He always felt the slut label was unfair. Cindy was 30, single, and lonely. She had long brown hair, a rather nice body, but her makeup skills could use help. She was crying. "I'm ugly."

Abby shook her head. "No, you are not. Stop it."

Cindy did a double take. "Andy? Oh my God, is that you?"

"It's Abby."

Cindy smiled in recognition. "Oh my God. You look amazing girlfriend."

"Thanks, but let's talk about you. You are not ugly."

Cindy shook her head. "I am too."

Abby reached for a blue dress that went down to the knee. "Try this one. You've got the body for it."

"You think, " she replied with uncertainty in her voice?

Abby opened the door to the changing room and motioned her inside. "Get in there and try it on."

Moments later, Cindy opened the door and handed Abby back the red dress with a hanger on it. She was standing in just her black five inch heels, pink push up bra and panties. "Could you put this back?"

Even under whatever influence Abby was under, the sissy tented in her panties. She ignored it and put the dress up. When Cindy emerged from the booth, the blue dress hugged her body in all the right places. Abby turned her around to look in the mirror. "What did I tell you? You are a hottie."

Cindy hugged Abby. "Thank you. Let me get changed and I'll buy this."

Abby shook her head. "No, girlfriend. You are wearing this out of the store. Get your stuff and pay for it."

Cindy frowned as she looked at the price tag. "It's $100. I only have enough for a $50 dress."

"Just get it. I'll pay for it."

Cindy gathered her stuff. "I'll pay you back. I promise."

"Will you shut up? I'm trying to prove a point here."

They returned to the salon. "Why are we here?"

"Oh, I just got my nails done."

Cindy smiled. "Those are pretty."

"Doris, can I get you to help my friend Cindy with her makeup. We're gonna go to the club, and she thinks she's ugly."

Doris took Cindy's hand and led her to a chair. "Don't be ridiculous. You are gorgeous, and I love that dress."

Doris removed all of Cindy's makeup and cleansed her face before reapplying it. "First off, I think you didn't quite have the right foundation. You were close, but off by a shade."

"We'll buy some, " Abby said.

"I can't " Cindy protested.

"Shut up. I didn't ask you."

"Next, I think these shades are good for her eye shadow. It brings out the blue. Also, this is a really good mascara."

"We'll take them, " Abby insisted.

"And those lips, I think I've got the perfect lipstick. It's close to ruby red, not quite, and I have gloss and lip liner to go with it."

"You're being too nice to me Abby, " she said on the verge of tears. "I was never this nice to you."

"You deserve it. The guys aren't gonna know what hit them."

Doris laughed as she handed Cindy a mirror. "They won't be able to control themselves when they see you two."

Abby's phone vibrated. She looked at the name and it was Cory. "Andy, it's Connie, " said the sort of feminine voice. "Where the hell have you been?"

"It's Abby dear, and I've been around. I'm helping Cindy with her makeup, and we're headed to the bar."

"Great, I'll see you there, but you missed out girlfriend. I've gone to the adult store twice. James, the manager, has the most amazing cock, and believe me when I say he knows how to use it. Last night, he had some friends over, and I had to entertain them all by myself, not that I couldn't handle it. But, I missed you. You would have had fun."

"Tell me about it later Connie. We're going to the bar."

Part 5 - A Naughty Night At The Bar

The bar had a different vibe. Cindy was usually the only lady who was a regular there. Other women usually came with their husbands or boyfriends, but this time there were about ten guys, all of whom were in a softball league.

When Abby and Cindy arrived, they wasted little time buying two drinks. Connie arrived not much later. Jack was a married man with a big sex drive and an even bigger cock. Abby had seen it the day he went with him to the gym. Jack's wife was out of town, but he was having sex with different women every night. Truthfully, he cheated on his wife anyway, but his senses were heightened by whatever was affecting the town.

Cindy knew he was married, and she always rejected his advances. This time, something had overcome her. He was coming on strong, and her resistance was down. Jack led her to the ladies room after she finished her second drink.

It wasn't long after that when Connie led two men into the men's room. In moment's she was on her knees sucking two rather impressive cocks. To see Connie carry on, you would think this was something she had done her whole life, rather than just for the past few days. She sucked them both like a greedy little whore before begging the bigger man to fuck her. He lay on his back as Connie mounted him. Soon she was sucking a cock while riding another one.

Abby was talking with Jim about sports and the playoff picture in the NFL. Jim finally blurted out what was on his mind as he bought Abby her fireball and beer chaser. "Wanna fuck, Abby?"

She nodded. "Oh God, yes. Could you give me a minute?"

Abby went to the ladies room, only to see Cindy bent over the sink and talking Jack's impressive nine-inch cock from behind. She was in ecstasy. Abby sat to pee in one of the stalls before finally saying what was on her mind. "Damn girl. I'm jealous."

Cindy pulled Abby's head down as she walked by and kissed her. "Go get your own cock sweetie. There's plenty here."

Abby's only oral experience came earlier in the day with the police officer. She was quickly on her knees next to one of the pool tables. Jim was nicely endowed with a thick seven-inch cock, and Abby sucked him slowly as he ran fingers through her hair. In moments, a couple of other men stood on either side of Abby with their big, hard cocks in their hands. It suddenly dawned on Abby that she might have to please all three of them.

"Guys, I'm getting first crack at her ass, " Jim insisted

Abby bent over a bar stool and was surprised when she felt something warm and wet pushing against her virgin hole. It was Jim's tongue. One of the guys stuck a cock in her mouth, and Abby started sucking. Jim took his time loosening Abby up with his tongue and fingers before the first man exploded inside Abby's mouth. She swallowed every drop.

The third man had an impressive eight-inch cock that he playfully slapped Abby's cheeks with. Jim was positioning his cock against Abby's hole, but it was too tight and not lubed enough. Abby was feeling some pain. "Here, " came Cindy's voice. "I have some lube in my purse. Use it."

"Save some for me baby, " said Jack. "I want some of your ass too. I need a drink first."

Cindy began applying lube to Abby's ass and pushing it in with her fingers. "Doesn't that feel better, sweetie?"

Abby had a cock in her mouth and could only moan a reply. Cindy ran her hand up and down along Jim's thick shaft. "Relax baby. He's big, but you can take it."

Jim pushed inside Abby's slick love hole and spread her wider than she'd ever been spread before. Though it hurt, het got several inches inside of her. Jim was gentle but firm. Hearing Cindy's angelic voice of encouragement made the experience more enjoyable for Abby, who was taking another load of cum inside her mouth. When the man pulled out, Cindy went to kiss Abby, only to share a load of cum in a passionate kiss.

Jim thrust in and out in steady thrusts, and Abby could feel the pleasure build and subside. It felt amazing to her, and she began pushing back to take him deeper. Cindy was bent over a bar stool and facing Abby as she felt Jack's big cock enter her tight ass. She had never done anal before, but it felt amazing. Adding to the experience was the fact that Abby was sharing it with her. They were sisters of sex, pleasing their men.

Jim had amazing stamina. Abby was leaking cum and having a mini orgasm, but Jim was still going strong. It wasn't until the feeling got so intense that Abby started spurting her love juices onto the floor and moaning "Oh God, " over and over that Jim grabbed her hips, pushed in one more time and sent his love fluids deep inside the sissy's formerly virgin hole.

Cindy had a look of raw passion in her eyes, and she moaned at her sissy friend. "How did it feel?"

Another guy stepped in front of Abby and shoved his cock in her mouth. "She'll tell you later."

With Abby's ass exposed and lubed with cum, another man took position. He didn't feel as thick, but he certainly had the length. Abby and Cindy were being well used that night. In the Men's room, Connie had taken on four men. The two sissies and lady were oblivious to the fact that other men had shown up to have their turns. They just enjoyed the pleasure while it lasted.

Eventually, the three enjoyed one last drink before calling it a night. Connie kissed Abby. "I better get home to my wife. I don't want her to worry about me."

With Connie gone, Abby turned to Cindy. "Wanna go back to my place and spend the night? I don't know about you, but I'd like to cuddle with somebody."

Cindy kissed her. "Let’s go."

Part 6 - The Aftermath

Cindy and Abby slept late into the next day. They were a little hung over, but they also felt different. Andy looked at himself in the mirror with dried cum and ruined makeup on his face and feminine styled hair. He was a freaked out when he saw the time and further shocked by his long fuchsia fingernails. "Oh my God. What happened? What did I do?" His sore ass gave him his answer.

Cindy joined him in the bathroom with a kiss. "Is everything okay Abby?"

"Andy, " he corrected her.

"Oh, " she said with a frown.

"Cindy, we were manipulated by something called The Beta Test, " He explained. "I don't know what it was or how it happened, but some of us men became..." He stared at his reflection, unnerved by the image. "Sissies. Some of the guys became more horny and ready to fuck anything, and the women were super horny."

Cindy shrugged. "I didn't notice."

He turned and looked at her. "You didn't notice, " he asked incredulously? “Cindy, You were sucking a guy off and taking it in your ass while stroking two other guys. I was getting fucked in the ass and sucking another cock."

A hint of a smile crossed her lips. "Like that's a bad thing?"

"I had four guys cum in my ass Cindy, " he added in disbelief.

She giggled. "Still waiting to hear why that's a bad thing." He stared at her in disbelief, and she kissed him on the lips. "You worry too much baby. If it will make you feel better, you can fuck me now."


Cory was in a black nightie and panties when he a awoke with an aching ass hole. He had lost complete control over the past few days. He turned and looked at his wife, who was staring at him in disbelief. "It never happened, " they both said.

The two went back to the way things were before things got weird. They were still happily married and in love. It was only when Angela found out she was pregnant that things got weird. "I understand if you want me to have an abortion sweetie, " she said with sadness in her voice. "This shouldn't have happened.

The baby couldn't have been Cory's and was likely Steve's, which tests later confirmed. "No way. We both wanted to become parents, and God has finally blessed us. We're not giving this child up."

With tears in her eyes, Angela kissed her husband. "I love you baby."

The news was good for Cindy and Andy too. They had a whirlwind romance and got married. Life was an adventure for the two of them in everything they did. It was a love that may never have been if not for the strange effect that took hold of an entire city for a little more than a week. "Which one, " Andy asked as he held up a black mini skirt and a red mini skirt?

Cindy shook her head. "Neither baby. Wear the purple dress."

Andy pouted. "I look like a grape in that."

She kissed him. "You do not. You look cute. It's not like you'll be wearing it long if the guys have their way with us."

Andy smiled mischievously. "Hey, I'm not that easy."

Cindy reached for her little black dress in the closet. "Oh please."

"We could play hard to get you know?"

"We both know that isn't gonna happen dear, " she said with a laugh.

Andy slipped into his purple dress, and he prepared himself to become Abby for the night. "Do you think we should tell Cory about this?"

"Absolutely not. He wouldn't understand."

"But he was a bigger slut than both of us that week."

"It's the way of the world Abby, " Cindy remarked as she slipped into a black push up bra and panties. Her husband was getting hard just looking at her. "Whatever happened that week freed us all from our inhibitions, but people can't admit they enjoyed it. Believe it or not, Cory is stuck in a way of thinking he will never break free from."

Andy kissed her deeply. "I thank God every day that whatever that was helped us find each other. I wouldn't change what we have for the world."

Andy stopped to think for a moment. "Do you ever wonder what caused all of that to happen, or what they were trying to accomplish with it?

Cindy shook her head. "Not really. People fucked, end of story. Now hurry up, we're gonna be late."