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Still muttering my mantra, I stepped outside.  The air felt strange
on my legs.  A neighbor walking his dog glanced at us and walked
on.  I felt a little easier and got into the car.  Kate drove.  The
same thing when we arrived.  The place was full, and the
receptionist  didn't even look up.  "Yes," she said, checking off
my name.  "Just have a seat, Annie, and Joanne will be right with
you."

We sat down, and I remembered to smooth my skirt under my bottom as
settled onto the chair.  "Elbows in," Kate muttered to me as she
handed me "Beauty Culture Magazine."   I glanced at the cover. 
More articles for women on how to get roundly boinked.  "Just the
ads, dear," she said when she saw me starting in on one.  "I'll
decide when and how and whether you'll have any sex life at all."

A neat, short, cheery woman in a purple smock approached. "Annie?"

I nodded.

"I'm Joanne, sissy.  Oh, don't look so mournful!  This is the
nicest day of your life!  Come on, Sis, over here.  You can come
back for him in about four hours, Kate.  We have a lot to do.  But
you're right, there's a lot here to work with." 

Joanne really was nice!  I just sat there, and as she snipped and
poured and combed and rolled and dried and primped and called over
the nail specialist and the ear-piercing girl, she explained
everything she was doing, and in between, she told me gossip about
other customers.  She knew the most intimate things!  

"Now this will feel cool, but its a cream you'll use on your own
face every night from now on, Sis.  Starting tonight!  See how I
rub it in with circular movements, just my finger tips?  Well, this
customer of mine, her name's Susan but she likes to call herself
Suzette, she's such a petite, dainty, precious little thing, and
her husband thinks her ass is made of candy.  But really it's got
to be cast iron, because every afternoon while he's off at the
office with his clients earning the money she spends on herself,
she's home in his bed with three, four, five guys from the Truck
Depot.  Big guys, my dear, and every day!  She likes toofers, one
in her butt and one in her pussy, you know?  Lean back, dear.  I
don't know why she's never been crushed when they hump up against
each other with her in between.  Well, she told me she was giving
up toofers for Lent, but these guys bring each other over to her
house, and if a newcomer wants in while the other's pumping away in
her, she never says no.  She says afterward she feels like a sewer
with all that jism puring out of her.  She loves it!  And her hubby
still thinks she's practically a virgin, he never suspects
anything!  See how I brush it, Sis, up from the neck, never down? 
You'll do that every morning.  Then I hear Mrs. Eldridge is getting
divorced, but not from her husband...."

So the time passed.

I emerged that first time a blonde, with darling little curls
clustered all over my head and the sweetest tendrils pulled down in
front of my ears to soften my face -- that was what Kate taught me
say right then and there when she returned and smiled her approval. 
 My nails were long and red and I had been taught how to keep them
that way.  My eyes were deeply shaded from their black liner and
heavy mascara through to their blue shadows on my lids and their
silvery gray highlights under my brows.  It was as complex a
procedure as I'd imagined when In was first looking at the cosmetic
ads, but Joanne taught me the basics and a few tricks.  And Kate
loved the effect -- I looked wide-eyed and bright-eyed, staring
everywhere at the world as if a little perplexed.  "Perfect!" she
said when she saw that!

During the next few days I learned to do day and night versions of
eye-look on my own, until I could fix any defect even while still
at the table of any restaurant, with only a slight flourish of a
wand.  My beard had disappeared during the three days that endowed
me with breasts, electrolysized out of existence while I was asleep
on tranquilizers and sedatives.  So almost immediately my face
became what Kate wanted, cute, sprightly, doll-like, the face of a
girl who is amusing but not threatening, maybe a girl who'd be a
challenge to get into bed but one who might be hard to stop once
she got there.  She kept training me to look fascinated by anything
said to me.  And to make perky little movements.  And to smile and
look a little grateful and a little hungry when I was complimented.

By the third week I took great pride and pleasure in the fact that
I could maintain my looks by myself.  We shopped whenever Kate
could spare the time, and I had lots to wear.  She always chose
clothes that were slightly brassy and provocative.  My new bras and
panties were strange lacy whisps of things with oddly shaped
openings, mostly from Fredericks of Hollywood, "just this side of
whorish, Annie, because that's how you'll want to feel."  Each day
she had me walk about only in my underthings and high heels for a
few hours, so I'd always see myself wearing them in my own mind no
matter what I was wearing on top.  My blouses and dresses and
skirts were a little tight.  "They're for showing off your body to
strangers," she said, so she had me practice sashaying through
malls and parking lots in clinging clothes with hips that moved
like a pendulum, and I got used to being stared at.  Even began to
like it!  

I practiced my high voice -- she wanted a near falsetto from me,
though many women don't talk that way, and lots of tonal range. 
Each day after I'd moved my bowels she had me use a "Summer's Eve"
douche down there, and then work my finger into my anus coated with
KY jelly.  "A girl can't be too dainty down below," was all she
said in explanation.  "And besides, doesn't your finger feel nice
moving around in there?"  It was a fact, once past the anus my
colon felt silky to the touch.  The TV game shows and talk shows
and soap operas and the women's magazines began to get to me, until
by the second month of my new life when I was back at the salon for
retouching I was only one more woman leafing through style books
under the dryer and gossiping in my newly trained, slightly squeaky
voice, about nails and hemlines and unfaithful wives and cute guys
on TV. 

It was clear from the start, Kate wanted me to feel kept,
dependent.  Being attractive the way she wanted was the reason for
my existence, and I did work at it, very hard.  I really tried!  A
few times when I forgot some simple feminine thing -- I sat knees
apart when wearing a dress, or I sat knees together when I was
wearing jeans -- she would criticize me and punish me by denying me
access to her sweet, dear pussy.  Around the fourth week I started
to cry when she used a rough tone with me -- I couldn't help it,
I'd forgotten that she wanted me to be forgetful, and silly, and
sprightly, not a real ditz but the kind of girl even a shy guy
could admire close up and feel manly with.  Kate credited it to my
hormones and forgave me when it happened, and I was so grateful
that I crawled between her legs and licked and sucked and kissed
her sweet cunny all night long.  And she let me, too!

One evening during the fifth week we were both putting night cream
on our faces when she looked over at me and said, "Annie honey, you
have made marvelous progress, by leaps and bounds.  I'm sure that
in your heart you really wanted this."

"Yes, Ms. Kate," I said. "I'm sure now too!"

"I think it's time you enjoyed some of the distinctive pleasures of
being a woman," she said.

An odd statement, considering that I was that moment wearing my
softest, laciest nightie, pink and black, and had put up my hair,
and was removing the makeup I'd worn all day.  I said nothing.

"So tomorrow you won't prepare dinner for when I get home.  We'll
double date and go out for dinner."

I felt a shocked and distressed, both at once!  Kate with another
man?  Me with...a man?

"But I'll go easy with you this first time.  With Claire and
Wilmer.  We'll meet them at the Pavilion for dinner, and then come
back here afterward.  Your red mini with all the flounces will be
just right. If you can walk and move through the dining areas with
just a touch of dignity, they may not take you for a provocative
tart and throw you out at first glance."  She smiled at me.

I was nervous all the next day, and kept adjusting my make-up, but
at the actual dinner I was a great success.  Claire looked at me
with a sardonic expression, delighted and slightly mocking!

"Andy darling, you never were much of a man, but how you've
changed!" she said, as we clasped both our hands and leaned forward
to touch cheeks to each other, as women do who don't want to mess
their faces.  "You've taken to all this so well!  Don't tell me you
haven't wanted it all your life!  I never understood what Kate saw
in you, when you were still playing at masculinity.  Probably that
you were really a closet fag!"

Kate had reminded me when we were walking from the parking lot to
meet them that Claire was often insulting, but Annie was brassy,
lively, and incapable of feeling offended by insults.

"Why thank you, that's a very sweet compliment," I gushed.  "Oh,
Claire, I haven't had a chance yet to thank you for these wonderful
titties you gave me that first weekend!  They're really all anyone
needs to be happy, whether a man or a woman!  And aren't you lovely
tonight!  Is that the dress you were wearing last time we saw each
other?  It looks even better tonight!  And Wilmer, how nice to see
you again! I've really wanted to get to know you better!"  

And I smiled at him, a restrained but unmistakable come-on Kate had
made me practice repeatedly, even though I was thinking meanwhile
that there was nothing much in him to get to know.  Wilmer smiled
back, nervously restrained with Claire close by, but I sensed he
relaxed a little when he concentrated his attention on me.  

Encouraged, I took his arm, thereby claiming the only male in the
company for myself, and we followed the Maitre' d to our table.  I
saw at once that my red mini really was a sensation for this
restaurant, and decided to walk on Wilmer's arm as if everyone in
the place was applauding.  Every other woman including Claire and
Kate was wearing black or subdued shades, with hemlines below the
knee while mine barely covered my buttocks, and my flounces
exaggerated every movement of my breasts and hips.  Far from
embarrassed that I looked so flamboyantly feminine, I felt pleased. 
Attracting Claire's husband was a kind of petty revenge against
Claire, who had been part of the conspiracy to make me into what I
was.  Of course I didn't dare feel that way toward Kate.  Or want
to.  

I looked back, and was surprised to see that the two women walking
together behind us were watching us with wide grins on their face,
Kate delightedly telling Claire something, Claire giggling in
response.   As Wilmer led me to our table and held out a chair for
me, I realized with a shock that I'd been set up!  They'd wanted me
to resent Claire, and to try to steal Claire's husband from her! 
They'd wanted me to set up a liaison with a real man!  And I'd done
it!  Just how far did they want me to go?  I was suddenly
frightened.  But I just clutched Wilmer's arm tighter, and then as
I sat down I trailed my fingers down his arm.  I'd started it, so
I'd finish it!  As he sat down too I looked into his face the way
the magazines had advised me, eyes wide with interest, and asked
him what he liked most about his work, and what he'd done he was
most proud of.  And marveled with prettily pursed lips as he told
me about some obscure accounting practice he'd reformed.

Kate had to cue me a few times to remember my training, be very
delicate with my hands when holding my silverware and wineglass,
primp my curls up in back with my palms now and then, be very bold
while looking around the room, and look the waiter up and down with
hooded eyes when he bent over me to take my order, as if I were
sizing up a delicious slab of beef.  Now and then, shoulders back
and shake my breasts back and forth -- I did that once in Wilmer's
face, and he almost went catatonic! 

We went back to our house in separate cars, and Kate established
her authority over me again as soon as we were alone.  "You enjoyed
being a woman tonight, didn't you, Annie?" she commented.

"Oddly, I did, Kate" I answered affably.  "It felt almost normal,
and what was new, like teasing poor Wilmer, was actually fun."

Her face darkened. "'Kate'?  You call your Mistress 'Kate'?"

I immediately started apologizing.  She cut me off angrily.

"You know what you are going to do tonight when we get home, 
Annie?"

"No, Mistress Kate."  I was suddenly fearful again.

"You are going to seduce 'poor Wilmer.'  You are going to go all
the way with him!  You remember those cock sucking lessons you were
studying when I caught you at it?  Final exam time!  You're going
down on him, Annie, and by tomorrow morning you'd better know what
he's like in your asshole too!"  She sounded furious!  

I shrank down in my seat, terrified.  She glanced over at me, and
suddenly broke out into a sweet smile.  "Don't look so scared,
honey!  That's what all girls do when they get guys interested in
them.  Because it's fun all around.  You'll see.  You knew it was
coming, didn't you?  Well, sweetheart, with you, it's coming sooner
than either of us had thought.  Being a woman felt normal to you? 
We'll see!  Maybe those hormones are acting on you more powerfully
than we'd anticipated.  Go with them!  The moment we get into the
house, start working on it!"

We pulled into the driveway, and she pulled the parking brake
forcefully, then looked at me with a level gaze.  "Annie, it's this
way.  Tonight you will seduce Wilmer and get him to sleep with you,
and tomorrow when he wakes up he'll have a smile on his face.  Then
maybe I'll feel I want to marry you before too much longer.  Or if
you fail at this simple feminine task, then tomorrow you'll begin
parading yourself down by the railroad station, learning how
professionals do it until you're as good at it as any of the
others.  That's if you want to have anything more to do with me."

I said very seriously to her, "I'll do whatever you say, Mistress
Kate.  With all my heart!  Anything!"

She sounded pacified, and patted me on the leg.  It felt nice on my
nylons. "Enjoy it, sweetheart.  This is what it's all about."

So I just thrust away from me all thoughts of humiliation or macho
pride.  Here was a man and I was a cute woman who wanted into his
pants, and no other feelings applied!  When Wilmer and Claire
arrived and I'd gotten us all nightcaps I settled down next to
Wilmer on the couch and snuggled into to him.  I didn't dare look
at Claire or at Kate, and it didn't seem odd until later on that
they both left us alone, watching at first without saying a word. 
I remembered some things from my magazines, and while I asked
Wilmer to tell me more about his wonderful bookkeeping innovations,
I trailed my fingernails up and down his thigh.  Now and then, as
if absent-mindedly, I caressed his chest in the vicinity of his
nipples.  Once I reached across him to pat him on his far cheek to
console him when he sadly told me his supervisor didn't fully
appreciate him, and when I had turned his face toward mine with the
palm of my hand, I leaned forward and opened my lips slightly, and
closed my eyes, and waited.

And then opened them again.  He was looking at me bewildered. 
"Claire told me that tonight I should be on my best behavior," he
said.  "I don't know what that means."

"I do," I said in my huskiest woman's voice.  And I moved my hand
from his cheek to the back of his head and pulled his face toward
mine.  He kissed me.  I could feel his beard stubble against my
smooth lips and cheeks, and his tongue went into my mouth and I
began to lick it with mine, and I gently put one of his hands on my
breast, and he began to caress the nipple as it rose up, through my
dress and bra.  Again I began to melt from that exquisite feeling
in on the tip of my breast, and a yearning began to build and
spread through my groin.  I moaned and twisted to press my whole
body against his.  We embraced passionately, and we writhed against
each other, while I tried to swallow his tongue.  Then he took one
of my hands and put it on his crotch.  There was an enormous bulge
there!  Huge! It crossed my mind I was right, why Claire kept him
on, and I unzipped him while my mouth still clung to his, and then
pulled out an enormous weight of meat!  My eyes still shut, I began
to stroke it as if it were a large puppy.  And I heard Claire's
voice behind me,

"You were right, Kate.  They really are going at it.  What in the
world did you tell him?"

"The same thing you told Wilmer, that he'd better, however he
really felt about sex with other men, or else!  But I must say, I
didn't expect there'd be this much heat between the two of them. 
I really think that right now Andy's convinced he's a real girl!"

"Just look at Wilmer's face.  I Know Wilmer's convinced of it! 
You've done wonders with Andy, Kate.  And he looks so cute!  That
darling dress!  I'd love to see the rest of his outfits.  Shall we
get to bed now?  Let's go upstairs now, sweetheart!  The way
they're behaving is making me feel hot to put my hands on you!  And
other things!"

"Just a moment, love," Kate answered.  "I want to see something
else first!"

By this time I realized I had better get down on Wilmer right away,
or he'd blow his wad and tomorrow night I'd be hustling tricks
downtown on a technicality.  So I said, in my most seductive voice,
"Just a moment, sweetheart.  Just relax!"  And I disengaged from
him with a sigh and another erotic squeal, and slipped down on the
couch so I could take his prick into my mouth, and looked for the
first time at Wilmer's equipment.

My first thought was, if that's a man, I've got no business
imagining I'm one too.  The thing looked longer than a tennis
racket handle, nearly!  There was no way all that could fit into my
mouth!  A huge purple helmet with a single eye stared at me, my
fist barely encircling the shank just below it, my deep red
fingernails pressing their tips lightly onto the underside.  There
was a large drop of pearly white liquid sitting on top, almost
obscuring the piss hole opening.  I leaned over and lapped it up. 
It tasted sweet, salty, creamy.  I kissed the eye, then tongued it,
then settled Wilmer's whole cock head into my mouth and began to
move down on him.

"That's what I wanted to see," I heard Kate say. "That was what I
asked Andy way back when I first caught him dreaming about this
moment at that Sissify web site, would he want to lick the precum
first, or just head straight for the main action.  Now we both
know.  He's a natural cumsucker, even before he's a cocksucker. 
He'll be very useful to us!"

"Yes," I heard Claire say.  "With practice he may get to be as good
at sucking cock as you are.  And at drinking cum out of you, the
way we make Wilmer do it now as a punishment.  This is a much
better arrangement.  I'm really so glad you thought of it,
sweetheart.  Between the four of us, look at the possibilities! 
Now we have three usable assholes not counting Wilmer's, assuming
that Wilmer gets into Annie's tonight and opens it up."

"He will," Kate said.  "Annie will see to it.  I've seen to that! 
And I really do think that when it happens he really will love it. 
He really is a slut!  Just look at him!"

Claire continued her inventory as I began slipping my dark red lips
up and down Wilmer's shank, sucking gently, licking the underside,
and hearing him groan deep in the back of his throat.  "And between
us," she said, "we have three functioning cocks until those heavy
doses of hormones reach Annie's, then two.  And one real vagina for
servicing with Wilmer's cock or mine, whichever you want, the way
we've been doing it since we first met.  We have one submissive
straight male, Wilmer, with a dominant transsexual wife, me, now
getting deep into an affair with a brand new transsexual woman,
your submissive boyfriend.  So Wilmer's happy too, I should say!"

Wilmer began thrusting up at me, and I tried not to choke on his
meat.  I gripped with both hands the part of his prick below where
my lips could reach, and gently jerked him off as my lips continued
to pulse and rise and fall on the upper part.  I heard Kate's
voice, 

"And now I've got two good looking women to sleep with whenever I
want, one of them proper and well bred, you, and the other getting
on to be a wonderfully flirtatious hussy, Annie.  I have your cock
to fuck, Claire, or Wilmer's when I want a real man.  And that cock
of Wilmer's is a prize!  Just look at it!  Annie can barely get the
top half of it into his mouth!  And I can have Annie's cock too, if
I want it, for the time being.  But I think I'll leave it alone --
it would interfere with his feminizing if he got used to using it
again.  Anyhow, I'm sure he'll want it to be a vagina by the end of
the year." 

Wilmer put both hands on my head gently, and held me over his giant
prick, and began to move me up and down in his own preferred
rhythm.  I pulsed my lips as rapidly as I could as they slid along
his shank, and meanwhile continued to jerk him off.

"Kate, do you have any idea how Annie's desires will settle down
when you've finished with him, when he's finally a her?  Certainly
he can be our house maid, what with the three of us working and
earning good money.  And you say he's a data base expert too? 
That'll be useful at the clinic.  You should plan to marry him soon
I think, while he's still a man, while it's still legal.  He's
slipping fast.  Just look!  Now he's doing Wilmer's cock like a
starved animal!"  There was a long silence, and then I heard Claire
add in a subdued, almost fainting voice, "Oh, Kate, that was so
wonderful!  Do it again to me?  Or can Annie do it to me now?"  

I could feel Wilmer begin to tense, and his huge cock swelled until
the veins up and down it stood out like cords.  I began to suck
deep, with all the pull my cheeks could muster! 

Kate again.  "No, let's leave him alone with his very first
boyfriend.  Just look, isn't that sweet?  And I did promise him his
first assfuck too with that glorious thing of Wilmer's.  And you
know Wilmer's tongue is magic on anyone's tits, and Annie loves
that sensation -- she plays with her nipples all the time.  I'm
sure she'll be in love with Wilmer by morning.  Let's just go to
bed now, baby!  I want to feel you in me, Claire, pushing deep,
deep into me!  That wonderful cock of yours!  I'm so glad it's
still functioning!"  Kate's voice that sounded nearly hoarse. 

I heard their footsteps on the stairs, with shufflings and
silences, when I suppose they were gripping and kissing each other. 
Then the door to our bedroom upstairs closed.

At that moment I felt Wilmer's pelvis rise up out of his seat and
his prick thrust deep into my throat and begin to pulse.  Cream
filled my mouth, and I swallowed it as fast as I could!  It was so
delicious!  I'd never dreamed a man's cum would taste so good, and
feel so satiny on my tongue and lips!  It was so glorious at that
moment, being a woman!

When he'd finished pumping and I'd swallowed it all, and licked him
lovingly, I smiled up at him, then sat up to kiss him on the cheek. 
I remembered from what Claire said that he wasn't crazy about the
taste of cum, not the taste of her cum in Kate's cunt, anyhow.  His
cum?  I put it out of my mind.  "Come on, lover," I said.  "There's
lot's more!  Let's get to bed."  He was still breathing hard, and
he looked at me.  Then he smiled, shyly, and the two of us got up
and headed for the guest room.

The next morning when I woke up, there were Kate and Claire wearing
negligees, hair pinned up and arms around each other, standing in
the doorway looking down at us with smiles on their faces.  I was
curled up on Wilmer's hairy chest, and he had one long leg draped
over me, and I still had an arm encircling his neck, where I'd
hugged him to sleep.  My rear end felt terribly sore, well-used,
but somehow wonderful!  My breasts too!  I saw that Wilmer was
smiling too as he snored gently.  And I know I was.

"Honey," said Kate.  "You two look so precious together!  We've
brought you your negligee -- I know you'll want to look pretty when
Wilmer wakes up.  But meanwhile, we need to talk.  There are some
things you may not know.  I want to tell you what they are, and put
a proposal to you.  I still own you, but this involves more than
just your relationship with me.  So I have to get your free
consent.  If you can agree to what I'm about to say, I'll accept
you as my husband and my steady girlfriend, and we'll get married
as soon as we can decide on our bridal gowns and make the other
arrangements.  And find a larger house, because there will be four
of us living in it.  I'd better explain."

And she did.                                                    

So, dear Sissify Staff, there's where I am now.  I love my new
life!  Somehow during my month or two of living as Ms. Katherine's
submissive sissy, I really did turn a corner and became a real
woman.  A real transsexual woman.  I live now with Claire, a
shemale transsexual woman who is also my fiancee's girlfriend, or
sometimes her boyfriend, and is also my doctor.  And I'm beginning
to get to know her intimately myself.  Then there's my fiancee Kate
who is my beloved Mistress and owns me, a born woman.  And there's
sweet, darling Wilmer, an ordinary man with exceptional gifts -- as
I understand it, I'll have to share Wilmer with his wife and my
wife, but that's OK, there's lots of him to share.  So my life is
full, and my other openings are too, often.  I feel so pretty,
being wanted by so many people, and so satisfied too!  And I owe it
all to you.  I just wanted you to know that I'm grateful.

Yours sincerely,
Annie



(c)1998 by Vickie Tern.  All rights reserved (for the time being)
Vickie Tern@AOL.COM

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