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Hi.
Well, an innocent bank teller is coerced into something by his
colleague.
As usual I DIDN'T write this story and haven't any claim on it. If
you have some usefull hints or some good coments, your mail is then
welcome. Flames, you know, they will be piped to /dev/null.
If you are an author and wish to remain anonymouns or just try to
avoid the replies to your work. I offer you the chance of posting your
stories and collecting the response for you. This offer only stands for
story postings and for nothing else.
Enjoy the story.
Ciao
Nostrumo
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A Dream Cum True
Ann and I work together as tellers at the branch office of a large
metropolitan bank. She started a few days after I, so being the new kids on
the block, and we immediately got to know each other right away. I was the
only male working at this branch office, even the branch manager was a
women. One day Ann mentioned that they were about to tear down her
apartment and she had to find another place right away. I told her that
there was a vacancy in the building I lived in, so after checking it out,
she moved in two doors down the hall from me. Living so close to each other
we became even closer friends.
One evening on the way home from work Ann told me that she was going
shopping asked and if I wanted to go with her. I didn't have any plans, so
agreed to go. It was decided that afterwards we would take in a show. We
didn't even go home, but stopped at a nearby restaurant and had a bite to
eat.
While we were eating Ann asked me why I became a bank teller, seeing that it
was predominately a 'women's job. I told her that I had just got my
accounting degree and that one must start someplace, and I was offered this
position, and that I took it in the belief that it was a starting point and
in hope that I would move up the corporate ladder. She said that she didn't
want it to imply that I was gay or anything, but was just curious. She
asked me, " Don't you feel a little funny working entirely with women? I
told her that I had never really given it much thought, but that it didn't
bother me in the least, in fact, I kind of liked it, stating that I wasn't
one of those 'macho' males and that women have the same rights as a man. I
told her that I almost prefer it to working with a bunch of 'macho' men
because then I didn't have to hear all the b.s. that they like to spread.
After dinner we went to the mall so she could do her shopping. She told me
she just wanted to get a few things and that it wouldn't take to much time.
As we were walking she remarked that we were almost the same size. I
laughed at that and said "I guess, almost, but we have different equipment".
Then she said "That's to bad, seeing as how we know live so close together
we could share cloths and 'stuff'". "I don't think I'd look quite as good
as you do in them" I said, and we both laughed.
Ann was becoming very extemporaneous with her statements. I didn't think
much of it, because we were almost like brother and sister. Both of us had
moved away from our families and we really had no one else to confide in
other than long distant phone calls, which neither of us could afford.
Ann stopped by a rather fashionable lingerie shop. I said I would wait
outside but she insisted that I go in with her. She said "oh come
on---------you work with all women anyway, you might as well see what we
wear underneath". She picked up a beautiful pink satin nightgown, holding
it between us, almost as if she was holding up to me. I must have blushed
as I turned to the side because she said smiling "I'm sorry, I wasn't trying
to embarrass you!!!!, I was just looking at it". Then she said "You don't
really know what your missing, its got to be more comfortable to sleep in
than those rough mens pajamas, you should try it some time." I told her I
didn't wear pajamas, that I slept in my shorts. She said "that's even
worse", and we both laughed.
She made a few more purchases including some panties, a camisole, and that
satin nightgown. After she paid for them we left and went to the show.
I had a hard time watching the show because every time there was a sexy part
I imagined Ann holding that nighty in front of me and felt myself wondering
what it would feel like. As hard as I tried I could not get the idea out of
my head.
A few times she would ask me something and I'd be in a daze, when suddenly
she asked me if something wrong. I couldn't tell her the truth so I just
told her I had some things on my mind.
As we were leaving the theater she said "What's wrong Tom ?, I can tell
something is on your mind, you can tell me. You know, both of our families
live a long way away. Your almost like a sister, I mean, brother, I mean
that I have become very close to you!! and I hope you feel the same way".
I said that I did, but that something I ate must not have agreed with me and
left it at that. I know she didn't believe me, but she left it ride.
When we got to our apartment house, it was late, so we said goodnight and
went into our apartments. We knew we'd be tired the next day, but we knew
we could handle it.
I was just about to climb into bed when I heard a knock on my door. I
couldn't figure who would be knocking this late at night and I knew Ann was
going to go right to bed herself. I asked who it was and Ann said "Its only
me, I forgot to give you something". I opened the door and she handed me a
little package. I asked what it was and she said, "I forgot to give it to
you earlier" stating that she hoped I liked it and wouldn't take offence at
it. "I hope you feel better tomorrow" and left without another word.
My curiosity was aroused, and as I opened the package my hands was shaking.
I don't know why, but I was hoping it was that pink silk nightgown. Was I
going nuts????? Why was I even thinking this!!! As I opened the cover on
the box, there it was, the pink silky nighty and a short note. I picked up
the note and read it.
"I know I couldn't sleep in those crummy shorts and just thought
that you 'might' want to sleep in heaven some night. I won't
think your funny or something if you do, and I would be mad if you
don't. I know I love the soft silky material around me as I sleep
and hope you'll at least give it a try. I hope you don't think of
me as being goofy, but I almost feel like your a sister to me,
someone to whom I can confide in. See you tomorrow, Love Ann".
"I felt the soft silky material and a strange feeling came over me. I took
off my shorts and slipped the silky negligee over my head like it was the
most natural thing to do. It took me a while to fall asleep, every time I
moved, I was caressed my the heavenly feeling of the nighty. Why did I even
put it on ???
I woke up the next morning and it took me a short while to figure out what I
had on and why. It felt exquisitely strange when I got out of bed, the
fragile, delicate, sheer material swirling about my legs, caressing my
morning erection. I had to go to the bathroom, but when I attempted to
stand, it was virtually impossible as the skirt of my negligee kept getting
in the way, so I sat down thinking, since I'm wearing a women's night gown,
I might as well act the part and sit. As I sat down, I looked at my
reflection in the wall mirror. As much as I liked the feel of the satiny
material, I felt guilty, knowing that I was invading the private dominion of
the feminine gender by wearing such an intimate article of their exclusive
environment. I knew I shouldn't be wearing this forbidden article of
clothing, but I also knew that I now had an unknown compulsion, and was not
satisfied with 'just' a nighty, that I now had to explore the restricted
world of femininity and to see what it would be like to experience the
unknown world of femininity.
I finished in the bathroom and regretfully, but carefully, took off the
nighty, knowing that I better be getting ready for work. I carefully hung
it up in my closet, and got ready. No sooner had I put on my shoes and Ann
was knocking at my door. We left for work without mention of the nighty.
When I got to work I had a hard time concentrating on my job. I knew I
wanted to get home and go to bed in my new nighty, but I also knew I
shouldn't. I ended up being short in my drawer and Ann had to help me to
balance it out. She again reiterated about something being wrong, but did
not mention the nighty or anything else for that matter. When we got home,
I tried as hard as I could, but couldn't resist the desire to get into my
nighty. I began to think, no procrastinate, "oh what the heck, its only a
nighty and it really is more comfortable than my shorts.
The rest of the week went about the same. No mention was ever made about
the soft silky nightgown I received from Ann.
Saturday morning finally arrived and it felt good to sleep late. When I got
up I went to do my normal?? morning formalities in the bathroom. I didn't
have to and didn't want to change. I got the same erotic sensations that I
got the first morning. It really felt deliciously wonderful as I walked
around the apartment and the feminine material pirouetted around my body. I
made a pot of coffee and was just about to sit down and have a cup when I
heard a knock on the door. Without thinking, I got up and started walking
to the door when I realized what I had on and stopped short. "Just a
minute" I said. I quickly removed the nighty and slipped on a pair of
pants.
I opened the door and there stood Ann. "You didn't have to put on your
pants", she said, "I've seen shorts before, or weren't you wearing
'shorts'"? < smiling > "I just came over to borrow some coffee since she
was out and felt like a cup of 'real' coffee.
Since I already had a pot made, I invited her in for some. I told her "I
throw half the pot away anyway, so you might as well have some already
brewed". She said that she drank instant coffee most of the time because "
I don't like to waste it, but I really preferred real brewed coffee". She
was wearing a pink satin robe over her nightie and a pair of fluffy pink
'mule' high heeled slippers. We talk about the things that had transpired
during the course of the week and all the other gossip around the office.
Ann asked if she could use the bathroom. "Sure," I said, forgetting that I
had tossed the nighty in the bathtub before I answered the door. After she
left I panicked. "What if she see's it" I thought.
Well it didn't take long to find out. Ann did indeed find it and she came
out of the bathroom with a big grin on her face saying "and what is this
???, and why did you throw it in the bath tub ??? I confessed to her that I
did try it, 'once', and then I just put it there.
"Sure you did!!!" she said smiling. "I bet you that you were wearing it
when I came over, and that is why it took you so long to answer the door. I
really don't care, really, in fact I wanted you to, that's why I gave it to
you in the first place." " But to just 'throw' it in the bath tub!!!!" "A
girl has to learn to take care of 'her' things."
This was the first time that I had ever been referred to in the gender of
the opposite sex, and it sent a strange, but thrilling chill through out my
body. Ann knew it and continued, "We could really make you into a very
attractive girl if you'd want to."
I still denied that I had just worn it, but she knew I was lying because she
said, "you know your a lousy liar!" " Your blushing from ear to ear, almost
to the point that you wouldn't have to wear any rouse and have perfectly
rosy cheeks." She walked over to the table and place the delicate item in my
lap and then sat down.
"So this is what has been bothering you all week, hasn't it?" she said.
"Ever since I took you into that lingerie store last week you have been
acting funny". "That is why I gave it to you in the first place. I just
had a premonition that you would like to be a 'girl' at times, in fact, that
is why I wanted you to go shopping with me in the first place. I wanted to
see how you would act, and let me tell you, it wasn't like a macho male.
Please !!!!, you don't have to be shy with me. I don't care. Your NOT like
most men, and since we have gotten to know each other a little better, I
often think of you as my sister, not like a male co-worker, and I really
would love to have a sister". "We have talked about things that male and
female co-workers just don't talk about, but female to female co-workers
do". "Please tell me, wouldn't you want to be my sister?" "We could have
many good times together."
I finally confessed to her that I had been wearing it every night since she
had given it to me and for some unknown reason I did enjoy the feeling of
it. I told her that I had never, ever, done anything like that before, and
I didn't know why it had such an effect on me.
Then she said, "Probably because its so soft and delicate, and
subconsciously, you really don't like those harsh male cloths." "Wouldn't it
be nice to be able to wear soft, silky panties and hose, and have the cool
spring breezes blow up your skirt as we walked to work." "To feel your silky
panties slid against your 'silky' slip." "To be able to wear sexy high heels
and hear them click as you walk." " To feel your earrings dangle as you
walk." I was getting an erection as she talked. I again didn't know why but
I was getting very aroused.
I just sat there while she continued to talk.
"The other girls at the office and I have been doing some talking and
couldn't understand why you would 'even' take the job you've got." "Some of
them even think you might be 'gay', but most of us just feel that you might
just have some feminine attributes." "I have convinced most of them that
you're not gay, but then, I too find it hard, since you have not made any
advances toward me." "Your not gay, are you??"
"No I'm not !!!!!, I just wanted to get going on my career before I got into
a situation that I would have to get serious." "You can't afford to get
serious on the salary we make, so I just decided to wait till I could
improve my position and my salary before I would possibly meet someone and
then could not take care of her the way I would like to."
"How do you mean, you would like to." "Do you mean in her 'rightful'
manner?," she said.
"I guess so," I said.
"Would you like to be a girl ?"
"I guess so," I said.
"Do you want me to make you into a girl ?"
"I guess so, I said.
"Will you do everything I say ?"
"I guess so, I said.
What was I saying? It was like I was hypnotized because everything she said
I answered "I guess so." By the time I she was done asking me questions, I
was ready for her to change my sex!!! Is this what I wanted ???? "I guess
so," I thought. I didn't tell her that inwardly I did wished I were "just
one of the girls", and that I too enjoyed working with girls.
She got up and walked to the door. I said "are you mad or something ?? She
said "heavens no, not at all, I'll be right back."
In a moment she returned with a bag full of something. She looked at the
nighty that I still held in my lap and said " are you sure your game ???"
"Yes Ann, I guess so,' I said.
Then, in an authoritative voice that I had never heard from the lips of Ann,
she said, "get up !!" "and take off those appalling male cloths." Without
any argument, I did as she said. I stood stark naked and she took me by the
hand and lead me to the bathroom where she had me shave my face
exceptionally close, and then she had me stand in the bathtub where she
rubbed some smelly cream all over my body, even around my private area. It
started to burn a little and I asked her what it was. She told me that it
would soften my skin. I accepted that, thinking it would only be temporary.
After about 20 minutes she told me to stand under the shower and wash
myself. As I did I noticed all, and I mean all my body hair was falling
off. I started to protest and she just told me, "I didn't lie to you, I
told you it would 'soften' your skin." " Feel yourself, I bet you feel
softer already." When I was done she padded me dry with a soft towel and
rubbed a scented lotion all over my body. Then she went into her bag a
brought out a big powder puff and proceeded to powder my entire body. I
could not believe my appearance. As I gazed into the mirror, I had a
feminine looking appearance. I was as smooth as a baby, and except for that
thing between my legs and having no breasts, I looked like a women.
She again looked into the bag a brought out a pink silk bra and some foam
pads. "Here," she said, let me help you with this." Without and hesitation,
I slipped my arms through the straps and Ann hooked the back. Then she put
the foam inserts into the bra giving me a wonderful, 'almost natural',
feeling. I was melting, loving every minute, and she knew it. Then she
brought out a matching pair of panties and told me to slip into them. They
felt so soft, so erotic, so delicate, soooooooooo wonderful. I knew I was
going into the realm of the unknown, but didn't care. For some unknown
reason I knew I wanted this and didn't want it ever to end. I then slipped
the nighty over my head and felt the soft material again caress my now
smooth and hairless body. She brought out a pair of pink, fluffy, high
heeled mule slippers, exactly like she was wearing. She slipped them on my
feet and I almost fell. "You'll get use to them,"she said smiling. She
applied a lip gloss to my lips and told me that I would have to learn how to
do my own makeup in the future. I licked my lips and they too felt soft and
delicate, just like the rest of me. As I analysised myself in the mirror,
we truly were sisters!!!
We then sat down and continued our conversation. It was different. We
talked about cloths, 'Women's Cloths'. She asked me what styles I liked and
what I thought about makeup. In general we talked about everything 'men'
don't talk about. Then she looked at me and said, " I don't think I can
continue calling you Tom. How does Tami sound to you ???" I kind of
shrugged my shoulder and she said "So be it !!!. I know christen you
TAMI!!."
Ann stayed the better part of the day and then she said she had some things
to do. I carefully walked her to the door. I spent the rest of the day in
my new attire, practicing how to walk and act as I had been instructed to by
Ann. I didn't know why I was doing this, but for some unknown reason,
didn't want it ever to end. Saturday and Sunday went by quickly.
On Monday I was getting ready for work when I heard a knock on the door, it
was Ann. She handed me another little package and said "This will be our
little secret" and left back to her apartment. I opened it to find 7 pairs
of panties, with each day of the week embroidered on the legs, and in seven
different colors. I slipped on MONDAY and got ready for work.
The week went by slowly. I couldn't wait to get home and get ready for bed.
I'd lounge around my apartment at night thinking of the weekend and what it
would bring. Ann gave me little knowing smiles all week, but never once
giving any acknowledgement of my 'hidden' attire. It felt devilishly
strange every time I moved. "What will this weekend hold in store for me" I
wondered.
Saturday morning finally arrived. As we had gone to our doors Friday night
after work, nothing was ever mentioned as to what might to happen the next
morning. I felt disappointed, yet relieved, but was inwardly hoping that
'something' would happen. I don't know what I expected, but my heart
started racing a hundred miles a minute when the phone began to ring. I
picked up the receiver.
It was Ann calling to say that she would not be over because she didn't feel
well. I asked her what was the matter and she said that it was her time of
the month and she just felt like laying in bed and relaxing. Again I felt
that disappointment. I told her to take it easy and jokingly said, that if
she wanted, I would "serve" her some coffee in bed. Ann said "That is
really sweet of you, I'd love some if you don't mind." I assured her I
didn't. "Oh Tami," she said, and my heart started to pound again, "please
don't wear those foolish pants." "I'd love it if you came over just the way
you are dressed, RIGHT NOW!" " What are you wearing my little sissy?" I told
her that I had on the bra and panties and nighty, along with the pink, high
heeled slippers. She said, giggling, "You must almost be getting use to
walking in heels by now."
"What if someone see's me in the hall," I asked?
"Don't be so silly Tami, just look down the hall and see if anyone is
coming, and then, come to my door." "Its open, so just walk in." I said okay
and got the coffee pot and placed it, along with some cups, on a tray. I
cautiously opened my door, checked the hall, and proceed to go to Ann's
door.
As she had said, her door was open, so I let myself in. I went to her
bedroom door and knocked, "Ann ?", knowing it was me, said " who is it ??".
I jokingly said, "room service, your coffee, madam". She said "you may
enter 'missy'." We both laughed as I entered and put the tray over her lap,
the coffee steaming. She was polishing her nails a bright shade of passion
pink when I came in. The smell of the polish made my nose tingle.
She said "I still have to do my toenails, but they can wait, unless you want
to do them for me while we talk and drink our coffee, I really hate cold
coffee". I told her that I'd try, but that I had never done any thing like
that before, so "don't laugh if I do your whole toe instead of just the
toenail". She laughed and said, "you'll get used to it, a girl 'must' know
how to polish her nails". We talked as I did her nails, and after they were
finished, I set the bottle on the tray and poured myself a cup of coffee. I
was sitting on the end of the bed and after slipping my foot out of my
slipper, casually put my leg along side her while we talked. We continued
our conversation and sipped our coffee. Unknown to me, she had picked up
the bottle of polish, opened it, and started putting the bright pink nail
polish on my toenails.
I just watched as she did this, and for some reason, didn't say or do
anything. When she was finished with the right foot I spontaneously,
without thinking, removed my other slipper and put up the left one. Ann
just looked at me, and with a cunning smile, proceeded to do the other foot,
knowing that I was in heaven. When she was done with both feet she looked
at me, smiled again and said " why did you let me polish your nails ?" I
didn't know what to say. I just looked at my pink toenails and then at her
and said "I don't know. I guess I just wanted to see what they would look
and feel like, besides, it matches my slippers." Ann just smiled. I knew
she wanted me to wear it, and I knew she knew, "I" wanted to too.
We talked some more and I all but forgot about my painted toenails. We ran
out of coffee, so Ann suggested that I make another pot, but that she still
didn't have any and I would have to go to my apartment to get some. Without
thinking, like it was the 'natural' thing to do, I said "okay" and left.
I opened the door and started down the hall to my apartment. Then I saw my
neighbor, a young man and his wife of a few months, staring at me and
realized why. I said to the effect that I had stopped at Ann's apartment
and that we were just 'fooling' around, and that 'she' had talked me into
this temerity. We both laughed, and I hoped he didn't recognize the
trepidation in my voice. Then he said that he and his wife were going to
the store and if I needed anything they would pick it for me.
I said "no, I can't think of anything" and thanked him. He laughed and said
"OH?, I thought you might need some more "polish" for your fingernails." I
looked down at my feet. I was so taken back that I couldn't think of a
thing to say.
Thank goodness I had forgotten to put on my slippers or he would have really
known that this was not just a quirk, because I could now walk naturally in
heels. I must have been just about as pink with blush as my toenails.
He and his wife were chuckling as they went down the hall when I heard her
say, "You know, I really like that color nail polish, I wonder if "she"
would let me try some!!" I went into my apartment, still shaking, and made
the coffee, constantly looking at my feet.
When I finished, I carefully checked the hall and then almost ran with the
coffee to Ann's apartment. I told her what had happened and she broke out
in hysterics. I told her I didn't think it was so funny, and really feeling
guilty now, said that I wanted to get if off "RIGHT NOW!!". She just
laughed even harder and said " Don't be silly, you know you like it!!" "You
know you enjoy it as much as I do." "You enjoy being a SISSY, and
humiliation is a part of the thrill of it." "Now, do you want me to take it
off, or do you want to be "my" little sissy !!!"
I couldn't, or didn't want to, answer her. She again said in a demanding
manner, "Answer me damn it, do you want it off or not?? !!!" She was
getting furious with me, and I knew that if I said I wanted it off, it would
all be over.
In a humble voice I answered her, "No Ann, you know I want it on if it makes
'you' happy". She looked me straight in the eyes and said, "tell me why you
want to keep it on".
"Because I want to be your friend," I said.
"Is that the only reason !!??," she said.
"No Ann, I want to be YOUR little sissy and I enjoy being a sissy, I want to
be a girl" I said.
"Okay, she said, "but from now on, you are going to do as I say". "You are
going to be 'MY' little girl." " You will address me as Mistress Ann, and I
will turn you into the girl, the sissy, you want to be." "DO I MAKE MYSELF
CLEAR !!!"
"Yes Ann, I mean, Mistress Ann," I said.
In this short period of time we had gone from just friends to a new kind of
relationship. What would happen next I didn't know, but, for some strange
reason, I didn't ever want it to end, and it hasn't.
This was a new side of Ann that I had never scene. She became very
assertive and domineering, and I became very tractable and submissive. I
knew she knew I loved being a sissy and I would have to live with my
discission, at least for a while, I thought.
Ann told me to get up and stand next to the bed. I did as I was told and
she looked at me and said "you really do have a rather delicate body, I'm
glad you don't have a lot of hair and it doesn't grow very fast." "Go to the
bathroom and shave what little you do have off again."
Without any protest I got up to go to the bathroom.
Ann said, "And I don't want you to say anything." "There is a razor on the
tub and some soap." "There is also some 'Nair', and after you shave, I want
you to lather your whole body with it and let
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