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Subject: {VickieTern} New TG: Dolls 9/9 F/m M/M F/f femdom
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{VickieTern} New TG: Dolls 9/9 F/m M/M F/f femdom
I'll appreciate knowing what you think of this:VickieTern@AOL.COM
Other Vickie Tern stories are archived in http://www.fictionmania.com and
http://library.gaycafe.com/nifty/transgender/by_authors/Vickie_Tern
I'll appreciate knowing what you think of any of these too, if you can still
write after reading them.
If you shouldn't be reading this, don't.
Then her eyes adjusted and it was easy. Gene's body was dark,
and matted with hair over most of it, and Bob's was smooth and
creamy-complexioned, soft with all of the lotions he'd used; and
his arms, after much dieting, and many massages by Erika, were
almost rail thin. Bob could now wear sleeveless dresses without a
problem, she realized. She smiled to herself, and made a mental
note to buy him a few. Better, to go shopping for one with him.
No, she realized, he doesn't need me any more -- his credit card
receipts show he's been buying his own dresses and lingerie and
accessories for some time now, and he has good taste. He's like a
real girl, properly bred. She felt very pleased with herself.
"Hi boys," she said in a voice a little brisk for their state
of somnolenence. "Don't get up. I just wanted you to know that
I'm going away for three or four days. I'll probably be back
Tuesday night. So when you see I'm not home tonight, don't wait
up."
Gene opened his eyes and looked at her. Bob just lay there,
eyes closed, not yet ready to wake up enough to turn his head, but
he ran his hand down Gene's chest to get his arm into a more
comfortable position, then lightly burrowed his fingers into Gene's
chest hair, and snuggled in a little closer to go deeper into
sleep.
"Over the whole weekend, into Tuesday, honey?" Gene asked. "Is
this business or pleasure"
"Both, I hope," Diana said. "I met a man, a client, and we
hit it off. So we're both going away to see if there's more than
that between us, if there's anything else we can do for each
other."
"If things work out the way I hope, I'll be bringing him home
with me Tuesday. So if you'll clear out of here and move in with
Bobbi over the garage by then, for the time being, I'll be
grateful. You'll be easier to explain as a husband and wife couple
I've hired to look after things."
"Just take your time. But when Bob wakes up, tell him he'll
need to wear his maid's outfit when we get home. Not the
fetishistic French Maid outfit. Just something decent, with a cap,
and with his hair pulled back in a bun. You'll be my handyman and
chauffeur, so blue jeans are fine, though be sure your black suit's
presentable in case we need you to drive us around on Wednesday.
There's a proper cap on the shelf in your new quarters. That's if
I bring this man home. We never know." Diana smiled to herself.
She knew.
Gene felt hurt, and a little betrayed. He leaned up on one
elbow and looked at her intently from under his dark eyebrows. Bob
opened his eyes and began to focus them, but didn't move from where
he slid as Gene raised his shoulder.
"Now look, Diana, do you think that's right...?"
She interrupted. "Of course it is," she said. "I've done
everything right so far. I decided that it would be better for me
and happier for you if you had your sexual needs attended by
someone else but stayed faithful to me nevertheless. I decided
Bob here would make a beautiful alternative bride for you, and I
prepared him to become your bride, and I arranged for your bridal
night, and from the way you two look now, you're well married.
Aren't you? Of course you are. I've decided that too."
"I've been having such a good time playing dolls and dollhouse
with you two! You're both just like my dolls when I was a little
girl. I always know how you're going to feel about anything, and
I always know how to fix things so you feel what I want you to
feel, and then do what I want you to do, and moreover, so you like
feeling and doing what I want. You two are my living dolls. I
love you both. I mean to play with you both a lot more!"
"But what's right is what I feel like doing. As far as you're
concerned, Gene, I'm the Mommy here. I decide what we do in this
house. If you're not happy with anything I decide, leave."
"But I think you are happy. I know that you're only playing
at feeling hurt, the injured husband whose wife is starting an
affair, because you feel you should. But you don't need to, dear.
You've got your own loving girlfriend next to you in bed, and you
know you haven't begun to discover what she can do to make you
happy. What he can do, I mean. For the next few days I'm going to
live my own life, and enjoy myself, and not think about you two at
all. I'll be back Tuesday, and I'll probably have someone with me.
We'll see what happens then, how he'll fit in with you two
lovelies, if at all. That's when I'll need you to be my
respectable live-in couple, my chauffeur and maid. So that's what
you are. All just for show, of course. When my new man's
elsewhere, you can go to the office, and Bobbi can spend her days
making herself pretty for you, pretty much as usual."
"Enjoy yourselves, dear. Kiss Bobbi for me -- I see he's not
yet awake. Kiss your sweetheart, baby. But don't do anything I
wouldn't do!"
And she looked again at the two of them, and felt an impulse
to kiss them, each one, before she left. They made such a nice
pair. So cute. Gene stretched out naked, looking at her in a
relaxed kind of way, his fur matted on a large, brawny body, so
very male, and Bobbi curled around him the way her hair curled over
the pillow, looking thin and smooth. She'd changed to a light,
lacy nightie during the night for some reason, delicate, and with
her long fingernails her hands looked even more delicate. Diana
did love them both, each for what they were. She wanted to be sure
they knew this.
But even a light kiss might damage her makeup, which she had
put on as carefully as any woman ever does who is about to fly away
for a long weekend with a new lover.
"Bye-bye, sweethearts!"
And she was out the door and down the stairs.
Gene heard the front door open and close, and her car start.
He turned back to Bob, and kissed him.
"Good morning Bobbi," he said affectionately. "Wake up,
honey. Time for breakfast!"
End
end 9/9
(c) 1998 by Vickie Tern May be archived if made freely available.
Not if not.
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