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Scenes from a Marriage
by: Vickie Tern
Carl wasnt really small, maybe only a little below average, but he was thin, gawky even for a teenager. His lean arms and narrow chest and small shoulders refused to bulk up no matter how much "Man-Power Protein Supplement" he drank and no matter how much iron he tried and failed to pump. So when the girls in his high school wanted to practice being girls on some guy theyd ignore him, overlook him. Sometimes even literally -- theyd stand in his path chatting with some acceptably tall, massive guy who happened to be behind him, never noticing that they were blocking his way. Carl would just wait till they moved on, too polite to interrupt the flirting and too unassertive even to say "Excuse me!" He was easily ignored.
No way was he a fit boyfriend for any self-respecting high school girl. But some of them found he could be a friend nevertheless, that he was always a patient and sympathetic listener when they had a problem to talk through and their regular girlfriends werent available. Theyd get on the phone with him and talk about the hopes and heartaches of their relationships with boys, sometimes for hours. Hed sympathize. After a while they never thought of him as a boy, not the kind of boy who mattered, anyhow. He was sort of more like one of them, one of the gang who hung out together and could often be seen leaning across a table in the cafeteria, foreheads practically touching, ignoring the pizza under their faces and giggling as one or another of them held the rest spellbound with tales of intimacies with one or another boy friend.
Such intimacies were all new and magical to the girls, so whatever any one girl did and how she felt about it had to be shared, turned round and re-examined by everyone. Kiss a boy on a first date? Well, yes, but with his tongue in you? His finger in you? Blow him on a second date if you really like him? Maybe, if he wasnt too arrogant, if he didnt take it for granted thats what youd do. Or maybe even if he was arrogant, thats self-confidence really, thats a good thing in a boy. If he was shy and you wanted to kiss his cock to see what it was like, how big and so on, and wanted him to know, should you suck on his thumb to tell him? When he squirted, should you swallow it? Should you try to share it with him? If hed accept it from your mouth into his, you could get him to do other things too, one of the girls had heard. But none of them were quite sure what things, not just yet. Carl never ventured an opinion on sex, since he was neither a representative boy nor a makeshift girl. What could he say? Hed listen, always feeling a little left out yet always feeling privileged to be there at all. Hed sit there while they talked make-up and clothes and girls magazines and pop stars and local scandals, and boys, boys, boys. It was way better than sitting nowhere. And as long as he listened and nodded, he belonged! One girl even invited him to her pajama party, and he would have gone, too, except that her mother heard and vetoed it despite protests that it wasnt fair, that Carl wasnt really a boy, no one thought of him that way! They liked having him around. He was comfortable. He was a safe harbor where they could let down their sails when they returned from cruising uncharted waters with real boys.
So though he wasnt exactly a boy, being a boy made him better than one more girl in some ways. Theyd try out new looks and flirty repartee on him to get his reaction. Theyd ask him if this weird mix and match outfit or that retro eye liner was too much, what would he think if he were a guy? Or if this new short hairdo was more flattering than their old smooth long hair. In time they learned to respect his opinion. Hed listen to what they were really saying, not just the frivolous-sounding surfaces but the tangles of anxiety and hopeful pride underneath. And he had instinctive good taste, so he always gave good advice. They loved him for it. One girl told him he was so sweet and so understanding of girls he really deserved a boyfriend of his own! Then when he blushed, they teased him. He was so dear!
The other guys thought he probably did have a boyfriend of his own. To them he was that weird kid who hangs out with girls, probably a fag or a queer, whatever. Especially after an incident when the girls all got tipsy on a little wine and trooped down to the Nail Factory for manicures, and another girl from their school saw them and reported that hed gotten one too. No matter that it was only clear matte polish. There he was, surrounded by girls, sitting where only girls sit, his hand gracefully extended to the operator while she buffed and painted his fingertips. That tied it. No boy wanted to be seen with him after that. Not even the boys who were discovering that they were indeed themselves fags, queers. A few times Carl tried to get a girl interested in him as himself, as a boyfriend, not as a friend who was a boy. But it was always no go. He wasnt their type, not for that kind of thing. So he got used to it, to not being their type. What he had going with them was still a lot better than nothing. He was grateful for it. More than grateful, if the truth be known. Because Carl loved girls, being with girls, being surrounded by them, being accepted by them on any terms! They were so incredibly attractive! He was charmed by their smooth skins and graceful movements, the soft round shapes of their faces and bodies, the way their hair bounced when they tossed their heads, their baby doll chins and their huge eyes. The way they held up their hands in class with their wrists bent way back, and talked with their wrists way forward. The way they stretched their lips smooth to apply their "Charm-Kist" candy flavored lipsticks and then later their serious Revlon and Estee Lauder shades. The way their new brassieres lifted and thrust out their new soft mounds and stretched their sweaters. The way they shook their shoulders provocatively to make a point, their mounds waving in emphatic agreement, unanswerable. The way they now and then produced naughty remarks or foul language unexpectedly, starting from way back inside themselves and then suddenly blurting the words, then giggling at their own daring, their unhallowed venture into male prerogative. Girls were wonderful! He just wasnt their type, thats all. Not for a boyfriend. Real girlfriends being unattainable, Carl secretly settled for facsimiles. All through high school and into college he maintained an imaginary sex life much like that of other boys -- he lusted after the ripe women pictured in "Playboy" and the brazen ones in magazines depicting anatomical details, like "Screw." Recreating those babes in his imagination, hed ask them what theyd like and hed advise them what hed like, while his hand pumped his own member. It wasnt too bad. Hed attempt conversations with them and theyd reply eagerly, until eventually one of them would leap up onto him and wrap her legs around his waist and lean back in ecstasy while he lunged his always-ready-to-hand cock repeatedly into her vitals. The sex was always good when he himself played all the parts, when he did for them what girls do so he could do to them what boys do. He got good at it. "Oh, Carl, youre so wonderful!" theyd tell him afterward. Hed tell himself, that is. Then at last, marvelously, when Carl was a Junior in college a real romance with a real girl blossomed, sex and all! With a girl who did think he was wonderful! He was still known to be a nice guy, a good friend a girl could talk to about nearly anything, and hed become a whole sororitys acquired mascot -- theyd even wander the house in their bras and panties when he was around, paying no more attention to him than to each other or to some pet dog. One of the sisters was a lovely girl named Carol -- they joked about their similar sounding names when they first met. She was also thin like Carl, like Carl she had dark hair trimmed below her ears, and she was also a Management major. They were in lots of the same classes, and sometimes loaned each other their notes. Other sorority sisters joked that they were almost twin sisters, and Carl felt pleased because he admired her. Usually, though, Carol looked right through him, thinking about other things. Carol liked big, hard-bodied men. Football guys, tennis players, bodybuilders piqued her interest, but not men with Carls build. The previous year shed fallen hard for a basketball player, a well-known cocksman whod condescended to use her as his readily-available cunt. Shed doted on that man the whole time, but when Fall classes resumed hed stood her up, told her off, told her he preferred a different doormat. Still weeping, hoping hopelessly against hope, shed called Carl, could they meet somewhere and just talk?
They did, and Carl gave her tough advice and welcome consolation. They ended up in the Student Union Snack Salon with their heads close, talking about all sorts of things, ignoring the pizza under their noses. Carol looked into his eyes, and was startled to realize that he was a nice looking boy in his own right, really a man, not just a local nerd who hung out with girls because he wasnt much of a guy. He cared about her problem, he was genuinely concerned for her, she could tell! That was so sweet of him! On impulse she hinted that she might be willing to go to an upcoming campus cookout with him as her date, and he asked her. They did, and they enjoyed it, a lot, and when he timorously kissed her good night she asked if hed want to accompany her to next Saturdays sorority dance. Then the third time they went out it wasnt to attend some event with all their friends, it was to go off by themselves, to drive to a road house some distance away and dance together and just talk. They definitely wanted to see much more of each other.
They did. Carol came to respect and admire Carl, and Carl was ecstatic, wildly elated. She was beautiful, she had the most delicate mannerisms, she was smart, so her opinions mattered, and she liked him! She cared! About him! He would never forget that moment when they were walking back from class through the winters first snowfall, both of them well bundled up, and shed put her face up to his and held it there until he finally realized why and dared to kiss it. And shed kissed him back! With feeling! It was ... bliss!
They fell in love. Carl was still more skin than muscle, but he had enough of a build by then so when he proposed going steady and she agreed and they finally undressed completely to make love, she was as happy to run her hands over his lean, hard shoulders as he was to caress her perky, soft, generous breasts. That first time was so beautiful, considerate, and affectionate, so very tender! Different, Carol found, not at all like sex with other guys! She showed him a position she liked and guided him into her, and he ebbed and flowed and rose and fell over her and in her until at last she gasped and hugged him, and he came inside her, he came into this wonderful girl Carol, into a real girl, for the first time anywhere ever! It was utterly sublime! How could anyone contain such joy?
Thereafter he was altogether hers. She became everything to him.
His precious darling, the love of his life, his reason for being. Her body and her face were more provocative than his most erotically saturated magazine dream girls. Her cute decisiveness of manner entranced him, her absolute certainty about all sorts of things reduced his own considered beliefs to rubble. Whenever they disagreed, hed always concede before an argument could develop. It was a miracle that she loved him, and he knew it, that she cared for him, and he knew that too. Hed let nothing ever put those things at risk. Nothing!
Carl never stopped thinking of Carols body as a holiest of holies. He was never happier than after a date when shed open her dorm room to him and shrug off her bra and panties and lie down primly crosswise on her bed, feet on the floor and legs ajar, waiting for him to lift her skirt and unveil her quim and sink to his knees between hers and devoutly lick and kiss her delicate pink labia until they swelled up thick with pulsing blood. Then to part the folds of flesh protecting her clitoris with his tongue, and lick and lap that little nubbin until she groaned and rolled around, her thighs by now wrapped tight around his head, her ankles locked behind him. Then she owned him utterly! Only when she came down from her orgasm and released him could he feel that hed earned the right to rise from the floor and mount her and enter her and then rock gently against her until they released their erotic tensions together, she for a second time, maybe a third, he finally at last. As she saw it, he never crammed into her soon enough once the gifted face he buried in her pussy had brought her off. For Carol, lovely as it was, cuntlapping was only a warm-up for the main event. She was eager to feel Carl stuffed into her, slipping and sliding himself into her, slamming into her. She wanted to feel again what shed felt with that last boy friend, that basketball player whod jilted her. Shed fucked that guy even on their first date, because she knew he was all coiled muscle, and she wanted to feel it flexing and tensing inside her. Itd been great -- she could scarcely walk the next day, but shed nevertheless spent the whole time smiling. Then for months shed never worn panties when she was near him -- she never wanted him to feel inhibited! She was Miss Available to him at all times, and he used her at whim. She loved his hard fucking! That was why shed had such a hard time giving him up.
Carl was different -- respectful, considerate, reverent even. Once he dawdled so long licking and sucking her cunt, and she got so worked up, so impatient, that she impulsively grabbed his hair and hauled him up bodily from between her legs and onto her body. She wanted cock! He barely had time to unzip and pull out his dick before she thrust her groin at him, already spasming. Hed slid his thing into her while it was still sticking awkwardly out of his fly, no time allowed for him to unbuckle and drop his pants. Those pants were soaked when they finished, drenched, and the whole crotch area was stiff and crusty the next day when it dried and he had to leap into them to rush to class! He learned from that, and thereafter he stripped bare even before kneeling to kiss her mound hello and then devote himself to her slit. Bare-assed was better. He was her naked lover always on his knees in her presence. She enjoyed that.
But once his lower parts were naked shed side-track him mischievously for her own entertainment, sometimes even before he could go down on her. Sitting there on her bed, shed tell him to rise and stand before her, which he did! Then shed look up at him slyly and take him into her mouth and begin to suck on him. In time she invented a game in which she forced him to cum in her mouth by embracing his backside so firmly he couldnt pull out. Then she held his cum puddled under her tongue when they separated, and then when she had his complete attention shed obviously, lasciviously, almost mockingly swallow him down, never taking her eyes off him. Two points for her. "None for you," shed say, her tongue still coated. If he could kiss her first and share it, only one point for her, and one for him. Cock-sucking him deprived her of her fuck until he could recover, but it was fun to tease him that way. Anybody could fuck!
She loved the feel and flavor of cum, and there was no reason he shouldnt too, she reasoned. So, lovingly, she elaborated the game to give him a chance to share it another way. She let him fool her into thinking he was a long way yet from peaking, supposedly. Shed ease her grip on him so he could withdraw from her mouth just in time to spurt all over her face. That made two points for him. Then he could take his well-deserved victory lap, kissing and licking her face clean of his cum, all of it. Shed insist -- to the victor go the spoils. He did it even though it felt odd, licking up his own cum with its peculiar salty flavor and its sticky feel. But just as hed kiss her when her mouth was full of him even though he knew shed transfer it to his mouth, he did it because she wanted him to do it. And because it provided a wonderful excuse for him to lick her face, her eyelids, the hollows under her cheeks, the pulse point throbbing in front of her ear, all the places he loved. It was heaven for him to sink his face into the curve of her neck and kiss and lick her over and over. Hed go breathless doing that! What was licking a little cum, given that joy? She thought that his passionate devotion to her face was to the taste and feel of sperm, that he loved it as much as she did but was too embarrassed to say so. One of those things men couldnt ever confess, she supposed. So to please him she often let him win. And always, after theyd made love and her pussy was still oozing and she was lolling back half-asleep, shed tuck his head under the covers for a farewell kiss on her lower lips, then hold him there, giving him plenty of opportunity to suck his own precious nectar out of her. That felt so good!
She wanted it, so despite his initial distaste he did it. Hed read that only girls liked cum, girls and gay guys, and he was neither. But after a while he didnt mind, he could do it easily, though he never came to love it the way she did. Especially after they fucked and it was mingled with her own sweet juices. He loved those.
After their first few gentle fucks a determinedly lecherous look crossed Carols face. One night in her dorm she told him abruptly to lie on his back. As he wondered why she mounted him, crouched, leaned back on her thighs, and sank down onto his prick until it was deep inside her. Then rose and thrust and writhed, his prick glistening, her pussy never tighter nor more swollen, her moans never louder than when she climaxed lunging on top of him, altogether in control of her own movements and sensations as well as his.
That was only the first of many times she fucked him instead of the other way around. When on top she was always rougher, more abandoned, wilder. That was how she found she could give herself the hard fucking she craved, the kind that basketball player had always given her. Carl wasnt capable. He was always gentle, easing sweetly in and out of her, trying to prolong her pleasure. She appreciated that, even loved him for it, but there were limits!
This was one way she could have it both ways. She made Carl happy by becoming his special girl, and when Carl was happy Carol was very happy. Carol had previously dated only hunky studs, thinking that was what a girl should do. Carl was no hunk, but he was everything else shed ever wanted, or close enough. He was kind, sensitive, caring, responsible, a loving partner, considerate, always respectful of her wishes, and dedicated to a future they could share equally. And they complemented each other. Where he was tactful, indirect whether praising or finding fault, she was forthright. Where he was quick, improvisational, maybe careless, inclined to go on impulse, she was methodical, exact. When he hesitated, she was decisive. They studied for exams together, and paced and tested each other, and increasingly admired each others minds. They became absolutely convinced that they were made for each other, and they were each awestruck that theyd found each other. They married soon after graduating near the top of their class.
She kept her own last name of course. Carl wondered how people would be able to tell they were married, not just living together, if they didnt have the same name. He offered to take her last name.
"But then they could still think were brother and sister, couldnt they?" Carol told him. "Dont worry. Theyll know what we are by the way we behave. And how we behave is what counts, isnt it?" Carl thought commitment counted for something. That they were each others.
"Oh, you sweet dear! We both know what our commitments are! Well always be each others, regardless of how things look! So who cares what others think?"
Carl couldnt find an answer to that. He kissed her lips, and then she spread her legs and he kissed those lips too.
Five years later nothing had changed. They took jobs with the same multinational, though in different divisions, in a city far enough away from parents and relatives to assure that theyd have each others undivided attention most of the year. They were each promoted several times. The company found she had persuasive management skills, and soon had her participating in all sorts of meetings. So she commuted daily to their headquarters downtown. Carl mostly telecommuted. His work-group were a bunch of mavericks who tossed him their toughest problems, and Carl soon found he could fax or e-mail back his solutions from home. Why not? It was a good arrangement. Carl would straighten up around the house and more often than not fix dinner for the two of them, since his working hours varied enormously from week to week. He loved doing things for her, and she was delighted that he wanted to. Their lives remained dedicated to each other, each one sensitive to the others slightest shifts of mood. They purchased a house with their two salaries and savings and a small inheritance and a mortgage, one large enough to give each of them a separate study or computer room, and a spare as well, a guest room that could be a kids room when they decided they wanted one. When she could, which wasnt too often, shed choose to work at home too, just to be close to him. Her boss didnt mind, the work always got done. Though sometimes it made for an amusing moment when someone from Carols department called and asked for "Carol" and Carl mis-heard and took the call. Or Carol took Carls calls. Sometimes when theyd both come down with colds their voices were indistinguishable, extending the confusion further. It amused them that when someone asked for what sounded like "Curl" they had to ask "Which one?" In time that provided their pet name for each other. Carl didnt mind being her "little Curl," thouugh it sounded strange to their friends, who wondered what their private lives might be like.
Their attitudes toward sex differed considerably. She was altogether unabashed. Shed slept with other boys before Carl, and of course for a whole year shed been that basketball players designated cunt, doing whatever he asked. Shed even put out for two of his team-mates once when their girls were out of town and they were all celebrating a victory, and hed asked her to oblige them. So she was unashamed to tell Carl how she wanted him to pleasure her.
Carl on the other hand had previously fucked only phantom magazine girls. He was still embarrassed by his intimate desires, barely able to imagine some of them much less disclose them to Carol. Even to Carol. Especially to Carol. She realized this soon enough, and tried to overcome his modesty by telling him that no desires are ever shameful, no matter how extravagant. A man and a woman should feel free to do anything they want with each other, if they both consent.
He agreed, but it didnt help. He remained essentially shy, and she learned that she had to coax or tease his secrets out of him, sometimes just guess at them. Yet he had a remarkable sensitivity to her needs. She never dreamt that it came from years of imagining what imaginary girls wanted so he could give it to them.
Not that it mattered. They were keen to sense and satisfy each others desires, so by guess and feel they got it right mostly. Or often enough. She told him soon after they moved into their new house how she wanted her breasts suckled as well as her pussy preliminary to their lovemaking, and how she wanted him to use his hands and fingers down below while his mouth was busy. Carl was too ashamed to tell her his equivalents. Certainly not how for years hed whacked off pretending that his fist was a Playgirl of the Month who wanted to fuck him and his cock was the Playboy who was fucking her because hers was the only pussy available. He was too inhibited to tell her even simple physical things. Once, for example, Carol accidentally kissed one of Carls nipples and he stiffened so suddenly that she stopped. She thought it had hurt or violated him in some way, so she didnt try again for a year, and then only accidentally. She then learned shed guessed wrong, that in fact Carl had loved the jolt of ecstasy hed felt, but just couldnt bring himself to say so. When finally she knew, his nipples became as important to both of them as hers were. She wondered what else might be important to him, but hed never say. So all in all their sex was more considerate than passionate, more affectionate than frenzied. It was fine, make no mistake, plenty good enough. Yet after a few years, now and then when they were in close embrace and Carls penis was moving gently inside her, Carols attention would drift. Perhaps to a dress she should have bought when she saw it at Talmadges, or to the decorations on a cake she meant to order for his birthday. Or to problems at the office. Whatever, when that happened shed be a long time reaching an orgasm. Carl in his turn routinely did employee cost-benefit calculations or baseball averages in his head while he was humping her, to defer premature ejaculation until that moment when he could feel her grip tighten on his neck and shed whisper "Oh! Oh!" and then moan aloud, and finally he felt free to let go and spend himself. Her satisfaction came first, so she should too. So the sex was OK, not always great. But when Carol was on top -- more often than not after the first few years -- shed always give herself the rough ride she loved. Her whispers then became gasps, even screams that amazed her sweet little Curl as he lunged up beneath her, poking himself into her pussys maelstrom. And as with most long-term couples, their imaginations filled out what they couldnt provide each other. Carol supplemented her sex life and her fantasies with romantic novels, bodice rippers with strong-minded, take-charge heroines and wounded, gleaming heroes with mysterious pasts and exotic desires. Carl knew and assumed correctly that this was a liberated female thing, no threat or discredit to himself implied. He was half-right. Carol wondered now and then if Carl had any exotic desires. But Carl bare-assed on his knees leaning into her crotch to lick her cunt was never one of those heroes of her imagination. Real men dont do that. Rather, he was then her little Curl, her sweet, darling lover. When she looked down and saw him there shed lift her legs onto his shoulders and squeeze his head between her thighs in sheer joy that he was hers. Then shed lie back to enjoy him the way shed once enjoyed her girlfriend Fiona when Fiona needed desperately to know for sure whether or not she was really and truly a lesbian, and Carol had helped her find out. Carol had languished on her back at her ease, allowing Fiona to find fulfillment by bringing Carol wave after wave of pleasure. Carl felt so much like Fiona when his tongue was rippling in her clit that the two sometimes seemed indistinguishable. She liked imagining he was Fiona, sometimes, or that Fiona with her impudent little boobs and dark, sly eyes had all the while been Carl.
Even when Carl was on top and fucking away, and she was twisting under him, even then Carol remade him in her imagination into someone else. Oone of her former boyfriends, maybe, one more hunk of solid flesh once again rutting and jamming it into her. She maintained a stable of these men in her mind, and she rotated them. Of course Carl was slight, so the illusion never lasted. But when Carol was on top she could close her eyes and then she could easily recall in her mind and her pussy the extra thrust her bodybuilders had crammed into her, the heft of their huge muscled meat writhing under her as she rose and fell on their monumental cocks. She could even imagine that Carls cock was her basketball players, tense, twisting to plumb her guts as she rose to explode in one orgasm after another. Of course Carl never suspected that he wasnt the primary inspiration of her passion, that he only provided occasions for someone else to fuck her in fantasy. That the harder she fucked him, the more decisively she was cuckolding him. Nor did she feel any need to tell him. If her past memories still excited her, where was the harm? Her beloved hubby was her true beloved, and always the beneficiary. Carl was also untrue to Carol, in his imagination. He augmented his sex life now and then as before, the way hed done it when still in his teens. Hed masturbate in private while some pneumatically stacked girl grinned her approval and urged him on from the centerfold of some magazine. Girls like that always craved him. They were eager to feel his tongue or his cock inside them. They told him so, and they told him it was heaven! Carol never knew. As with her fantasies, Carl never thought to tell her his. He never thought they were a threat or discredit to her. Certainly it wasnt infidelity, just something a little extra, different. Harmless.
Sometimes Carol wondered what he was imagining when he was licking or fucking her. She once asked him, and so shed know how devoted he was to her pleasure, he replied, "Im always trying to feel what you feel when I do things, so Ill know what feels good for you!" That was a little strange. Carl wants to feel what women feel when theyre being licked and fucked? But she shrugged. Best not ask him that again. He might ask what shed been imagining when they made love, and what would she tell him then? Things were fine just as they were.
Not everyone in their neighborhood enjoyed as idyllic a relationship. Some had children of course, and that distracted them into a different kind of sharing, their erotic feelings kept on hold most of the time. And floating across back yards and gardens in summer one could hear shouted quarrels and tearful reconciliations and slammed doors, the usual ambient sounds of suburban life. And over coffee in certain kitchens or wine in some living rooms, provocative tales about recently revealed mis-spent husbands and mis-laid wives were commonplace. Carl couldnt have cared less, but Carol always enjoyed knowing what others were up to. Across the street and a few houses down lived Carols good friend Madeline, a divorced woman ten years older and far more experienced in the ways of the world, a source to Carol of all sorts of practical if sometimes also cynical wisdom. They met the day Carl and Carol moved in with their single carload of wedding presents, a young couple who knew nothing and needed everything. Maddyd introduced herself then and there in her crisp, self-assured way, appraised them, then advised them where in their new locale the best values and services were to be found. Shed been right, then as always since, and now five years later Carol trusted her judgment absolutely. In her turn, Maddy watched the couples comings and goings with affectionate amazement, unable to believe that the course of true love could ever run that smooth. She sometimes invited them over and sometimes she was invited over, and she and Carol went shopping together sometimes, and after a while there were few secrets between them.
"You never quarrel?" Maddy would ask Carol incredulously. "In your whole marriage theres no defensive male ego trying to dominate a frail female ego? Nor vice versa? No negotiated truces, no power exchanges, no private understandings, no getting even for supposed or actual injuries? No scenes? No top and bottom play, improvised or deliberate?"
Carol had no idea what Maddy was talking about. So Maddy explained about "power exchanges," giving over all control over your life as a gift to the other person to use any way she chooses, or he chooses if youre foolish enough to grant power like that to a man. And she explained all about tops and bottoms, "most people are one or the other, though some swing both ways, and some mistake themselves." And summing it up, "scenes" or set occasions when couples could role-play in ways radically different from their usual roles, could be other people altogether sometimes. For fun. Sometimes with other couples. Sometimes your own partner not knowing a scene was under way. Carol was shocked if also intrigued by the implied artifice, the insincerity of it. She told Maddy that she and Carl had no need for such things. They were loving, equal partners who respected each other, and that was all. She trusted Carls judgment in all things -- even about her hair and her clothes and her make-up -- his good taste dated back to the days when he hung out with girls as if he were practically one of them, and they welcomed him among them because he was undemanding and his advice was so valuable.
When Maddy first heard about this part of Carls life she merely raised her eyebrows, but afterward she remembered to ask Carol all about it, and by and by shed heard it all. It did explain why Carol didnt feel oppressed by Carl, the way all wives did by their husbands sooner or later. They were pals, almost girlfriends in some ways. Usually they agreed about everything. But when they didnt, Carol told Maddy, Carl always deferred to her judgment. Thats why they had no need for scenes or games. Except, Carol thought to herself, for the face-cum-licking game I invented so Carl can taste himself and enjoy himself the way I do. Hes so shy about asking, I suppose its that macho thing, guys arent supposed to want to eat cum, not even their own. And except for my former boyfriends, those guys who take over when Carls down there doing his best and it isnt quite good enough. Carol thought further. And except for me being the heroines of all my novels. Those were scenes, sort of. She mentioned these things to Maddy, thinking nothing of them.
Maddy marveled, mainly at Carols innocence. But she said nothing. Carol in turn marveled at Maddys often racy accounts of the scenarios she and her ex-husband Ray had evolved during their marriage, the many enactments Maddy had designed to gratify her need to control a man absolutely. Thats what her mother had done with her father, an ineffectual wimp whod never even noticed, and thats what Maddy wanted in her life too. Early on, when he still loved and trusted her, Ray had been willing to submit to Maddys needs in inconsequential ways. She ran a tight ship at work -- she was a chief hospital administrator -- and an even tighter ship at home. Ray had gone along with her at home even when her demands seemed arbitrary. Houses are womens territories, he believed, places where women rule the roost. So when at home, he did whatever he was asked to do. Mostly. For a while. As she raised the ante he went along, Maddy told Carol with great satisfaction. She once told him to use the back door and leave his shoes there Japanese style whenever he came into the house, to make it habitual even when his shoes werent muddy. So he did, never noticing that she chose not to herself. "That denied him the front door. Grand entrances were for me, not him. He used the delivery entrance, like any servant," she told Carol. "Wasnt that clever of me?"
Carol thought so, thinking meanwhile that she could never do that to Carl. They were equals.
"But better, it left me wearing the shoes in the family while Ray was padding around silently in his stocking feet. I made sure that the shoes I wore around the house were always high heels, real feminine fuck-me pumps and open-toed slings that clattered on our tile floors, so hed could appreciate that womens shoes and those who wear them are privileged, special, that high heels are a badge of authority. So when he heard me approaching the sound would put him in the right frame of mind. I told him hed have to suck up to that authority if he wanted any favors from me. Then one evening he did want a favor, I forget what, and he found out I meant it! Thats what I made him do. It was an open toed pair, and he slobbered all over them, my toes were soaked when he finished and stood up again, hoping that I approved! I sure did, I loved it! Later I told him that hereafter my ass would be another badge of authority. Told him hed have to kiss my ass if he wanted to ask me for something."
"And did he?" Carol asked. She knew Carl would without hesitating if she ever asked him. But shed never asked.
"Yes, of course! After a few days he realized I meant it, and when he really needed my help with something, thats what he did! Very gallantly, very ceremoniously, he made a game of it so he wouldnt feel put down. But he did it! After that, no problem, hed show respect for my assholes authority right off whenever he wanted anything, even the time of day. Toward the end he spent a lot of time on his knees, my Ray, sucking on my toes or smooching my rear. Especially when he wanted to watch some football game or go play poker with his friends, thats when Id insist he earn the right. Sometimes when he asked, Id make him do me instead of those things, make that sacrifice for me. He once spent a whole Super Bowl licking my toes and kissing my ass with his back to the television, listening and wondering what was happening." Carol asked if hed ever kissed her -- you know, her pussy -- to show his love for her, the way Carl always ... then she stopped short, realizing that some things between her and Carl were private. But Maddy heard, and anyhow by their fifth year together there was nothing Maddy hadnt figured out for herself.
"He didnt like to kiss my slit," Maddy replied unhesitatingly. "So I made him do it as a punishment sometimes. Even stick his tongue into it during my period, too, that was a special punishment. If hed liked it Id have let him do the same thing now and then as a reward. Thats how we were. Thats how I wanted it."
Carol could only shake her head disbelievingly. Maddy had lots more to tell her. There was the time shed made Ray jump through hoops, literally. Made him bark like a dog as he jumped through hula hoops and landed on all fours while she cracked a whip. Carol thought that was silly, but Maddy only shrugged. "I wanted to. Husbands are supposed to take care of their wives needs. I needed for him to do anything I asked him to do. Was jumping through hoops too much to ask?"
Eventually, yes. Apparently so. It got too extreme, Maddy told Carol with some satisfaction. One day she informed Ray that she needed to humiliate him in public in some as yet unspecified way that would permanently injure his reputation, make him appear ridiculous in everyones eyes. Would he do that for her? Knights of old did that for their Lady loves in olden days, she said. To test a lovers sincerity, a Lady might require her Knight at Arms to show cowardice during some joust, for example, to sacrifice his personal honor and endure public scorn for her sake. If hed do that for her, then there was nothing she wouldnt do for him. Ray told her he didnt think he should do that, he was a stockbroker after all, not a Knight or a clown, in his line of work reputation mattered. Maddyd then insisted, and Rayd again refused. She then made it an ultimatum, it was something she had to have him do and that was that. When he turned her down yet again, firmly, categorically, finally, she decided that their marriage was over, it had reached a dead end, it was time for her to back out of it. But she said nothing.
Instead she looked around her office for an eligible young man, someone she could train to accept and maybe even enjoy humiliation, and finally she found a young medical technician named Scott. She worked with him quietly for months until he was willing to obey her no matter what. He didnt know it, but she was preparing him for the payoff her husband had denied her.
Finally he was ready. Despite a near-paralyzing anxiety Scott went to dinner with her in the most prominent restaurant in town wearing a decollete dress, a salon makeover, a cute hairdo, and stiletto heels. Hed gotten his ears pierced, and she made sure everyone noticed by lending him her own long diamond pendants, Rays gift to her on their fifth anniversary. Even the Maitre d complimented him while showing them to their table. He really was beautiful, Maddy had to admit. And she kept telling him that too, to bolster his confidence.
Scott was terrified the whole time even so, almost unable to speak, so shed had to keep making soothing noises at him as if to some high-strung stallion, or maybe a skittish mare, all the while waiting for the unveiling, for phase two. Phase two was, shed arranged for a woman he knew from his lab to join them for dessert, not mentioning why. Office gossip had it that this woman had her eye on Scott and had mildly flirted with him, and that Scott felt the same way toward her. Now shed see that Scott was not the man she thought him. That would be the humiliation part for Scott, knowing that a girl whod admired him would henceforth think him effeminate, a wimp, an effete, swishy, ridiculous sissy. She wished for a fleeting moment that it was Ray and not Scott who was sitting opposite her picking at his food nervously with slender, manicured fingertips, looking absolutely gorgeous, knowing nothing about the time bomb shed planted and knew was already ticking. Especially now that Ray had refused to cooperate, now that in her mind their marriage was over. In the end it all worked out better than shed hoped! Just as Scotts workmate spotted and recognized him, unable to comprehend what she saw, one of Scotts neighbors also recognized him and came over to ask what gives! One of the regulars at Scotts Tennis Club. They sat down simultaneously and put their question to him bluntly.
Scott gathered up all his courage and tried to speak, to explain, but he couldnt find any explanation at first. Maddy hushed him and sent him to look for their waiter, then while he was gone she told them both that Scott was really a woman in his heart, that hed always felt that way, that he cherished his femininity, and that hed been asking Maddys advice about becoming a woman permanently. When Scott returned to the table, his manhood in their eyes was compromised beyond recovery. The two questioned him about his feminine feelings and listened to his uncomprehending, incoherent answers, grins growing on their faces and occasionally widening to smirks. Scott tried to correct their misimpression, no he wasnt a transsexual, this was a one-time thing. But Maddy kept interrupting to ask him to describe his lingerie or what hed had done to him in the salon earlier that day, how hed felt fussing over his borrowed jewelry earlier when he was getting dressed to go out. Trained always to answer Maddys questions before volunteering anything on his own, Scott used up the time available for explanations. So the couple left the table without touching their coffee, confirmed in their conviction that what Maddy had told them was true and eager to spread their new gossip, the news that even in his own eyes Scott was no man and never had been, that he was a pussy who envied women with pussies and wanted one of his own. Scott watched them go with his face immobile, realizing that his reputation was disappearing with them. What they thought would be what everyone thought of him from now on.
As they disappeared into the restaurants cloak room the whole dining room heard them suddenly burst out laughing, guffawing uncontrollably. The manager had to go out to caution them. Scott realized that this was his future, he was now locked into it. He skimmed over his limited choices. One was to change jobs, leave town. Another was to live as if he actually were the shameful sissy he seemed, his supposed secret transvestism exposed. A third was to deny it, to tell the truth. But that would only add cowardice and mendacity to the list of his sins -- hed been seen, hed told them all about his perm and his pierced ears, there was no denying it. Was he more ashamed to confess his submissiveness, that Maddy had pussywhipped him?
"I dont know what to do," he said near tears as he told Maddy how he saw his predicament. Maddy didnt feel concerned -- shed accomplished what shed wanted to do with a man, regretting only that it wasnt her husband who was now feeling thoroughly humiliated. But she suggested yet another alternative. Scott could pre-emptively seize the initiative and show real courage by embracing the womanhood everyone would soon assume hed wanted all his life anyhow. He could pretend to be a transsexual woman and proud of it, and present himself that way to everyone. He could in fact become a woman. That way hed earn back everyones respect, even their admiration. It seemed extreme, but Maddy knew it was possible.
He asked Maddy what to do. Maddy didnt know, it was his decision, but did he really have a choice? Was respect easier to endure than mockery? Shed help him become a woman if that was what he wanted. She leaned forward, and gazing intently into his eyes, she told him that even if his reputation werent now ruined, he still be much better off trying to be a woman. Shed never thought he was much of a man, neither physically nor temperamentally, but look what a gorgeous woman people think he is even right now! That was where his talents lay. Maybe also his advantages.
Confused, half-persuaded, Scott went into the Ladies to fix his make-up, and there he made his decision. Maddy knew it the moment she saw him emerge chatting earnestly with a woman hed found there, telling her whod done his hair and why this way, and how he was thinking of changing it. When he sat down again he told Maddy hed decided to go with the flow, look and sound and act and live like a woman in every particular as best as he could from then on. As a man his dignity was lost was beyond recovery, but by trying to become what he now seemed he could recover it and deflect ridicule. And even apart from that, the idea had some appeal. There were advantages, werent there? Being a woman wasnt too bad, was it? Lots of women enjoyed it, didnt they? Would she help him? Maddy was so pleased to hear this that she rewarded Scott by bringing him straight home, walking him in his cocktail dress and high heels past her husband as he looked up at them from the TV, clattering straight upstairs with him, kissing him full on the lips in the hallway as her astounded husband watched from below, then loudly fucking him to exhaustion all night long in their bedroom with the door locked, teaching him to shriek in as high-pitched a voice as hers. "Youll love it, feeling penetrated," she whispered to him as she fondled his now inappropriate penis. "Just as men will love you when youre rid of this thing!"
Ray packed and was gone the next morning. It was another week before he learned that what he had witnessed was not his wife in a depraved lesbian encounter but only an ordinary infidelity, his wife with another man. But by then it was too late for the information to do him any good. By then hed signed separation papers giving Maddy two-thirds of everything in return for her never telling what had happened, for keeping her lesbian perversities secret so he could in turn preserve his reputation for probity with his clients.
Thus Maddy escaped from her marriage a wealthy woman, and that was a little extra she hadnt even planned on. She kept working because she liked hospital administration, arranging other peoples lives, and she had no regrets. She maintained a list of men available to her for certain purposes, she told Carol, but she had no special interest in any one of them. "As long as they come when I call, and theres a waiting list, Im content."
Though Carol was a relative innocent, she was more amused than shocked by this long tale. In part she was amused because Maddy took such obvious pleasure in telling it in all of its satisfying details, and Maddy was her friend. But in part because she understood both Maddy and Scott. There were girls in her sorority whod played similar control games with their men, mindfucking them into dom/sub relationships for fun and then ruining their campus reputations before moving on to someone else. Shed been shocked at first, but they were no worse than men who scored with countless women and boasted about it, naming names. Lots of men enjoyed their submission, she knew, though none would ever confess it unless their girlfriends instructed them to tell all. Carol asked where Scott was now, and Maddy told her out west in Colorado, active in her husbands business and in various charities, the mother of two darling adopted daughters she adored and was teaching to become proper young ladies. She was perfectly respectable, apparently happy, fully in charge of her own affairs including a few her husband knew nothing about. "Becoming a woman finally made a man of him!" she said, grinning. They exchanged Christmas cards, and Maddy sent her "Scotty" a birthday card on each anniversary of her sex reassignment surgery. Had he remained a man, hed have remained a mediocre lab technician, never very competent, probably let go after some disastrous mistake. He was much better off.
"Wouldnt you enjoy dominating Carl, Carol?" Maddy asked her friend. "Men do love to serve women, you know. It gives them their chief reason to exist. I think its in their genes, Natures plan. It has something to do with mate selection, caring for the young, things like that. Thats why once we know the score, we fuck hunky guys we could never live with but then we diddle nice guys into marrying us and supporting us and helping us raise our babies. Now and then a hunky guys baby too, though our nice hubbys never suspect it, and thats how the hunky genes survive along with the wimp genes. The next generations girls need their hunky lovers and great fucks too, before they settle down. Even after!"
"Maybe," Carol had replied vaguely. "Maybe Id enjoy getting the better of Carl now and then." She knew that these days she had to be on top of Carl and fucking him, not vice versa, to feel the way that basketball player had once made her feel. But shed never want to humiliate Carl, shed told Maddy. She couldnt possibly two-time him! They were equal partners in everything, and absolutely faithful. Besides, it wasnt necessary. Hed already do anything for her, she was sure of it.
"Even that?" Maddy asked. "Even what Scott did for me?"
"Maybe even that," Carol had replied.
The idea wasnt that far-fetched, She let her mind dwell on it. It was rather exciting! She knew she sometimes re-imagined her gentle Carl as Fiona, his sweet face bent between her thighs to lick her loins, wearing impeccable make-up freshly applied at the beauty salon. Fiona had once dressed for a date and with her face made up perfectly had paused for a session between Carols legs. Shed finished up a delicious, grinning, cum-drippy mess, but soooo happy! And a sorority pledge Carol had hazed once had licked her, smeared mascara and lipstick all over her thighs -- it had taken an extra cuntlapping session to clean it up, to make things as neat down there again as Carol liked them. Could Carl ever be those girls?
"But maybe not," was Maddys response. "You never know." Afterward Carol was careful not to tell Carl the circumstances of Maddys divorce. He was still such an innocent! With his slight build and his whole adolescence spent as one of the girls, or nearly, gender shifting made him uneasy whenever it entered anyones conversation. He was always a little uncertain about his masculinity, and who could blame him? At a dinner party once, Maddyd begun to describe the kinds of men who attended the gender-change clinic at her hospital, and Carol had asked her with her eyes to let it pass. Maddyd glanced at Carl, who looked edgy but studiously indifferent, immediately understood, and dropped it.
Yet Carol did let the notion drift in and out of her mind sometimes. She wondered how her little Curl might look done up now and then as little girl. Cute, she decided. Hed told her about the time hed gone with the girls to get his nails done, and she wondered if hed gone with them for other things too sometimes, and was too ashamed to tell her. Had he ever actually gone out with them dressed and made up like one of them? Of course he must have, if only on a dare! The idea pleased her. Her little Curlie!
After that, whenever she read her romantic novels she loved to imagine that their strong, sensible heroines with her own face would turn now and then to confide in devoted girlfriends who looked like Carl, girls with Carls face with just a little lipstick added. And her actual husband Carl, kneeling between her legs and nibbling her pink clit and tonguing her to her first orgasm of the evening, more and more often became her own darling girlfriend kneeling in front of her, hair beautifully cut, face softly feminine, sweetly preparing her for a date with one of her former muscular boy friends, one of those hunky guys who would soon mount her and plunge a massive cock directly into her pussy, then fuck her senseless while she nearly broke her back twisting under him in ecstasy. Elaborating, she saw Carl as her girlfriend husband waving goodbye to her as she left the house to meet her date, for the evening, pleased to be participating in some small preliminary way, wishing her well. Her girlfriend who then went upstairs to get ready for his own date. He always looked so cute when he was done! Her sweetheart!
It was only a fantasy, harmless enough. Mainly, she liked things just the way they were. Then came a crisis.
Soon after their fifth wedding anniversary Carl came down with a mean flu that developed into a vicious pneumonia. Hed turned blue and could barely breathe when the ambulance arrived. For a while it was touch and go whether the doctors could save him -- he was hospitalized for weeks. Then they wanted to watch him closely during his recovery, so when he came home his doctor ordained more bed rest and convalescence. He wasnt to think about work, he had to save his energy.
His boss awarded him the longest indefinite leave the companys insurance allowed, months and months, encouraging him to take it easy for as long as he needed, to build back his strength so he could take charge of a massive project looming on next years horizon. Carl was so weak he could only nod gratefully. For the first time in his life, no one expected him to do anything. Carol was frantic the whole time Carl was in the hospital, especially when he was in intensive care and it wasnt certain hed pull through. Maddy was her constant support, her lifeline to sanity. She didnt think she could live without Carl, the fearful phantasm of losing him was unendurable. She imagined all sorts of disasters, then all sorts of alternative disasters. Maddy reassured her as best she could.
When Carl finally came home he was a shadow of himself, as gaunt and spindly as ever in his teens. He knew it, and against all reason he began worrying about losing Carol to someone more substantial. Once again he was convinced he was unfit to be any girls special boyfriend, her love, especially a girl as marvelous as Carol. He had nightmares in which Carol called him up to ask if her plaid skirt would go with the tweed jacket she meant to wear on a weekend jaunt to a resort hotel with the guy she just met. And other nightmares in which she told him she couldnt live as his wife any more. She needed a real man, though he was welcome to stay and live with her as her dear friend, nothing else assumed. Hed wake up terrified, looking fearfully at Carol as she slept peaceably beside him. What might she be dreaming of?
When he confessed these bad dreams to her, Carol put all her own romantic imaginings on hold. Little did he know that his fears were in fact her fantasies, harmless enough, but still ..... She knew why he felt so insecure -- once again he was an unacceptable adolescent in his own eyes. She reassured him repeatedly with hugs and kisses, he was her only love and she would love him forever no matter how thin he got! No matter what! No help, all that happened was that Carl immediately began imagining other whats. So she scolded him and put him to bed and demanded that he stay there. She came home from work early each day to feed him nourishing broths and easily digestible foods. Each day Carl clung to her and wept for joy that shed returned to him yet again, hed been so afraid she wouldnt. Each night they hugged each other, they wrapped themselves in each other as they went to sleep. She knew he needed the comfort. But hugging was all they did, because the doctor had told Carl to avoid all vigorous exercise. Carol was taking no chances -- she worried that even the gentlest sexual excitement might bring on a relapse.
Week after week went by, until Carl finally felt fit, still thin but ready to begin exercising again, certainly ready for sex. But no. Carol insisted that he do nothing for the full time the doctors had mandated, many weeks more. His morning boners returned full force. Carol noticed of course -- they pressed deep into her belly or into the crack of her ass each morning. But she refused to act on them until his convalescence officially ended. To make it easier for him she deprived him of the sight of her naked body, suspecting correctly that after his long sexual deprivation -- now six weeks, or was it eight, ten? -- the excitement would only further deplete strength he needed for his complete recovery. Carl wandered aimlessly around the house, idle and increasingly horny. Carols work downtown meanwhile doubled -- she was obligated to attend meetings daily, and had to put in full days sometimes into the evening hours. She kissed Carl each morning before she went off to work, and as always cautioned him to do nothing she wouldnt do or couldnt approve.
Bored, Carl settled into his study to check out his accumulated magazines. There were his Sports Illustrateds. All those large, vigorous, superbly fit men performing strenuous activities -- it especially depressed him to view them now. He picked up the swimsuit issue instead.
That was different! Image after image of thin-waisted, ripely round girls, gorgeous, page after page of them, women whose bodies earned and deserved careers and celebrity and the reverent, lustful gaze of millions! All by not eating and then by displaying how various shapes of cloth could wrap their carefully exaggerated curves. All by showing how they could spill out of those pieces of cloth in every direction and yet preserve their modesty! God they were beautiful! These girls are all for show, he thought, not for blow. I bet I weigh less than they do -- theyre all so plump where it matters, so ripe that they can all pretend they arent and then fall way forward whenever they bend over. And its all there, almost all of them exposed, their tits, their swelling buttocks! All for show, and unashamed to show themselves, praises be, he thought. He took his cock in hand. It swelled up. Less visible than tits was that consecrated slit between their legs. Carols pink pussy lips rose into his minds eye, that open crease between her thighs, dew-lapped, dewy moist, waiting to be kissed.
Re recalled how her moisture clung to his lips as if her pussy was kissing him back. This years swimsuits seemed to feature and celebrate pussies even while covering them up. There were no tugged pleats or teeny skirts stretched across hips to mask its presence. Instead, leg openings were cut high, and on model after model, color-splashed nylon and spandex stretched tight to the waist in unimpeded vee shapes fanning out from the place where their thighs met to their bellies, leaving their hip bones exposed, even the hairless sides of their mounds.
The bikini swimsuits covered even less than that, or tried to but hid nothing. Women have nothing to hide, Carl meditated. They all curve up from that sacred place between their legs to their belly buttons in one small hard hairy hillock and then one gently curved, soft hill, everything there fully visible. Because with or without cloth covering their mounds, theres nothing there! Theres nothing visible in a girls crotch. Nothing! Between their legs, Carl thought, thats where they keep that damp dark honeyed place with its deep hole. Thats whats hidden. Thats Victorias real secret.
Well, not quite hidden -- here and there in the magazine illustrationsthe the top of a girls slit formed a visible pucker in the fabric covering it, a wrinkle in that smooth, bright, flowery display of groins and crotches. One ravishing blonde in particular was wearing a shiny charmeuse bikini, and had spread her legs wide and tilted her lower pelvis far forward as if the camera had briefly interrupted her aerobic exercises. All that should be concealed was revealed. Carl could make out her entire slit -- the thin bathing suit material was tucked snug into her crack. Sure enough. As he looked into her eyes she smiled invitingly at him, and told him shed love to watch him pull himself off. Never a man to disappoint a lady, he screwed up his determination to do so and then did so. She watched with intense curiosity as he climaxed, spurt after spurt caught in a previously prepared kleenex. Then she rewarded him with a dazzling smile and a suggestion that next time he should remove her bikini bottom altogether and come join her. "Its so hot down here," she complained, pouting, reaching to rub herself.
That image was still with Carl the next morning when he carefully disengaged from Carol and staggered out of bed, his wife still asleep, and still groggy found himself standing naked in front of the full-length mirror on his closet door. For the first time since hed fallen ill, he looked at himself closely. There he was once again, a strange, scrawny teenager easily ignored by girls in the first flush of the hormones flooding their bodies, all of them looking for excitement with big ripped well-padded guys, eager to explore their new sexuality.
His arms were thin, he had no belly, and his narrow waist supported a rib cage with every rib visible. Hip-bones as prominent as a bathing suit models flared out on either side of his groin. Ive got to put some weight back on, he thought. Im a scarecrow. No way was he one of those tumescent musclebound hunks girls dream about. He wasnt even as filled out as the swimsuit models hed admired only yesterday.
Breasts make a big difference, he considered. Even scrawny womens chests are well-rounded, they have large melons of ripe flesh growing there, hanging down from there. How do they grow them? What do they feel like? Some models hed admired yesterday had small breasts thrust out by some secret construction inside the swimsuit, but others had breasts hanging unsupported from their chests inside loose tank tops, their nipples hinted or plainly in evidence as they poked through thin cloth. He made a note to inspect one of Carols bathing suits to see how all this shaping and suspending occurred. She had both kinds, he knew that. He always felt uneasy when they took beach vacations and men stared or leered at Carols impressive figure, especially when her nipples showed. Still, women did wear that kind of suit in order to be noticed. To feel proud that they were attractive women. It was good for their morale. Their right and privilege. Men do that too I guess. They show how heavy theyre hung by wearing thin Speedos, Carl thought. He stared at his own crotch, down where his flaccid cock hung over his balls. Women had nothing hanging in the juncture of their legs to clutter that hills smooth descent into the cunning cleft they keep hidden further down. Nothing at all, he thought idly. I wonder what its like to have nothing down there. He remembered some of the girls hed been friends with, maybe a little overweight, who wore their slacks stretched tight across their generous thighs and pulled taut against their ... nothing. Put their whole blank vee on full display. They rolled their hips as they leaned back in their chairs, proud that they were gifted with ... nothing.
Crotches make the biggest difference, he decided. Oh yes! He hadnt seen Carols for weeks, months, but the girls in all those swim suits reminded him that Carol had one of those things too. One of those nothings. She too had nothing visible. More important, she too kept something deep and devilish hidden further down. He did so want to kiss it, to express his gratitude toward her, his love for her. "Not till youre all well," shed told him when hed last tried.
He suddenly felt an intense desire to see a real womans crotch. He considered pulling back the blanket and lifting Carols nightie to stare once again at that smooth place of worship. Maybe he could ask her what its like having nothing dangling down there? But she was still asleep, and his illness had distressed her, shed been sleeping fitfully, he didnt want to risk waking her for such a frivolous reason.
So randomly, experimentally, he pushed his own his cock and balls down and back between his legs, and clamped his thighs closed to hold them there. To see while he was thinking about it, what it looks like in the flesh, this newly appreciated presence of an absence. Then, to enhance the femininity of what he saw, he struck one of those swimsuit girl poses -- knees turned one way, hips the other, shoulders one way, head the other, one hand on a cocked hip, the other hand with fingertips lightly fluffing hair on the back of his head, elbow raised and head held high. He crouched slightly as if preparing to spring at a lover, mouth partly open, eyes half shut as if in an erotic daydream. Wasnt this the pose, now? From under lazily drooping eyelids, he stared at his reflection in the mirror. Yes, it was very feminine! He felt squeezed down there between his legs, a familiar ball ache beginning where no balls were visible. And his hip bones were too angular, but he waggled them once anyhow, to see them sway. Thin as he was, he was a girl down there now all right. There was nothing visible at all between his legs except that classic, smooth, hairy vee. He even had a mound of sorts.
No resemblance otherwise. Narrow waist, true, but no curves at all, no soft fullness. A chest as flat as a girls groin, mocked by dime-sized areolas and nipples. Giving it the old school try, trying to complete the picture, he reached under his pectoral muscles and lifted them up and toward his mirror reflection with his palms, just like that gorgeous babe in the red two-piece whod seemed to be offering her boobs to anyone who happened to glance at her. Then like her he shot his hip even further sideways. Not persuasive, not really female, but better, a lot like it. He tossed his long hair -- it was below his ears, hed been overdue for a trim even before he fell ill -- just as the girl in the bikini had tossed hers when the picture was snapped. His hair wasnt big hair like hers. It just hung down neatly -- Carol insisted that since he wore it a little longer than most men he had to keep it neat. I wonder how girls get their hair to puff way out that way, Carl thought. He studied himself. I see a thin girl with no boobs, he concluded. But thats better than nothing. Suddenly, her heard an amused voice speaking behind him! "If you mean to get rid of those things you usually have hanging down there, honey, let me know first so I can make other arrangements. And wouldnt a good bra support you a lot more comfortably than your hands?"
Carols voice! Carol awake! She sees me!
Carl spun around shocked, astonished, embarrassed! Sure enough, there she was, lying in bed with her arms comfortably tucked behind her head, resting on her pillow, watching him at her leisure as his naked feminized body crouched there in its girlish pose! "I was...I was just..." he started to say. How long has she been awake and watching me? Did I do anything really stupid? Posed cutesy girly, I guess, thats the worst of it. I hope. "I saw what you were just, honey," she said. "You still are, just. You look darling! But why are they still hiding? Come out, come out, wherever you are!"
Hed been so surprised he hadnt changed his posture, just rotated it, swiveled it to look at her, legs still clamped shut, pectorals still gathered up in his hands like small boobs. Now he looked down and saw that he still had his womans crotch, presumably a vulva hidden below it, his smooth uncluttered mound disappearing between his legs no doubt to split into labia at the entrance to his pussy, all of this fully on view to his wife, no male genitals anywhere. Abashed, he let go his breasts and hastily stepped sideways. His equipment swung forward again, free. Cock and balls fell back where they belonged, front and center. "Ahh, Carol, Im sorry. It was ...." No, hed better not mention that hed been checking out the girls in the Swimsuit Issue and that his mind had drifted to how attractive they looked, that was all. That he was horny, starved for the sight and feel of female flesh. That hed jerked off under the appreciative eye of one of those swimsuit girls. That was way too much to say. No telling how shed take it. "I just wanted to see...."
"Honey, your face is bright red! Youre blushing! What could you have been imagining? Theres nothing to be ashamed of!"
"Well, uh, I dont want you to get the wrong impression about, uh ...."
"About what?" She was still lying back but now really amused, partly uncomfortable because her darling was embarrassed, yet oddly enough, enjoying his embarrassment. Feeling delighted and superior! Her sweetie was afraid that hed exposed a shameful desire, that he wanted to look like a girl! To look like me, she thought, what a compliment! And hed been caught in the act and now felt the way Maddys Scott had felt when his desire had been found out. No, Scotts wasnt found out, he didnt have any at first, that came later, that was how he overcame his embarrassment. But who can tell the difference? Maybe my Carl wants to be a girl but hes too ashamed to say so, and now hes been found out? The way hes always ashamed to confess lots of things? Is he a real transsexual? Could this be the root of his shame?
Would confessing it be his liberation?
Carol suddenly realized that after all those years of growing up with girls and thinking girl thoughts with them, of course hed identify with girls! Maybe that was why hed hung out with them, so he could imagine he was one of them! Of course! She wondered whether that was what had attracted her to him from the beginning. His instinctive understanding of a girls problems, his immediate sympathy, no, empathy, when she described how it felt to be dumped by a man! My curly girly Carl, she mused. Is he "Carla" to himself when hes imagining hes a girl, I wonder? Is she Carla, I mean? Does the girl in him need a man?
It was an unaccustomed feeling, being suddenly privy to such a huge secret about her beloveds hidden inner life! Also unaccustomed was the way she felt so utterly in charge as he stood there embarrassed, stammering and apologetic, as if waiting for orders or waiting to be excused! Maddy had mentioned how good that can feel, being superior, in control, on top, a domme. How partners are never really equal. How satisfying it is to put your partner off balance and watch him do your bidding without even realizing thats what hes doing. To watch him perform despite himself. Like Carl right now.
"I was just fooling around," Carl finished lamely. She wanted to make the moment last a bit longer, so as she lay back in queenly repose she stared him disbelievingly, just long enough to see him quail and maybe even begin to plead, still crouched, one hand extended toward her in supplication. Plead what? Who knows, she thought, maybe least of all my sweet baby at this moment. So she broke off her judgmental expression and smiled. Time to take him off the hook, she thought. I dont know exactly what he was up to just now, but something like his pride must be involved, maybe his self-respect. His manhood too in some way. Id better let him know its OK. Whatever he does or wants to do after what hes been through is OK with me! I only wish hed tell me his desires in advance, so he wouldnt feel humiliated when I discover them accidentally! If he wants to look like a girl, I can help! "Honey, its OK! I feel the same way!" she said to him earnestly. "I sometimes wonder what it would be like to be a man, the way youre wondering about being a woman. How inconvenient it would be to have those things hanging down there, always getting caught in my pants when I sit down, and how convenient it would be to be flat up top, not to have to put up with these heavy globes Ive always got bobbling up and down on my chest. Its sweet that you have the same kinds of thoughts now and then about me." "Yes," he said. That wasnt exactly it, but it was forgiving, what shed just said, so it was good enough. "Im sorry!" He was, but he had no idea why.
"Why sorry? You dont have a bad figure, honey, compared with lots of girls. Youre very trim. No real curves, but lots of girls look angular. Think of it this way -- no flab, no cellulite, no love handles, so no real complaints!" She smiled wickedly and added, "A girl cant have everything, you know. We all learn to emphasize our good features. Youve got yours!" Now what did that mean, Carl now wondered. She beamed at him and held out her arms. "I need my good morning kiss, baby. Then Ive got to get up and get to work!." He did that, gratefully!
Twenty minutes later theyd both showered and were getting dressed. He was inspecting an array of sports shirts hanging in his closet, wear which one for another day at home, when he suddenly heard her call "Carl!" He glanced over. There she was, standing on the other side of their bed wearing only her brassiere and panties, facing him with a wide grin, her palms tucked under her plump breasts and lifting them up, those marvelous globes, offering them to him. She saw me do that and remembered, he thought. He felt embarrassed yet excited. He decided that in response to her gestures generous, good-natured mockery he should amuse her with a wolfish howl. He did. It came out more like a whimper, but she was satisfied.
"Now yours," she said, grinning even wider. I dont want him to feel ashamed of any of his desires, she was thinking. Carl tucked his palms under his chest and lifted up his scrawny pectorals. He said nothing. Will I ever live this thing down? he was thinking.
"Mmmmmm!" Carol said. "Nice, honey!"
Then she finished dressing, and they went down to breakfast together as theyd gone down together every workday morning of their five-year old marriage. So why do I feel in some vague way that something is different now? Carl wondered.
When Carol got home from work she was pleased to find Carl asleep on the couch, the table set and their dinners fixings laid out in the kitchen awaiting her arrival for last minute cooking. That sweetie! He looks so peaceful, she thought as she went up to his computer room to look for clues about his behavior this morning. Was he logging onto network porn channels, then fantasying? It occurred to her that it was Spring. Were her young mans thoughts lightly turning to thoughts of other women, was that what hed been doing?
She wasnt worried, he was absolutely faithful to her, hed never risk his marriage by desiring another woman, she knew that. But that could also be why he was using himself as a substitute for other women! Looking at another "womans" crotch and boobs in the mirror! Trying to be a woman and then lust after her! His red face confessed some kind of shameful craving. Hers was the only mons veneris hed seen since their engagement, she was sure of that. She couldnt really blame him for wanting to sneak a peek at another, even if only his own facsimile of one. Unless it wasnt just deprivation but envy? He really did want a crotch of his own like that, but he was ashamed to say so? There lying across his keyboard where hed abandoned it was the swimsuit Sports Illustrated. It was open to a girl wearing a crimson charmeuse print Bikini, crouching back on her heels in an unlikely position, certainly uncomfortable, supplementing what little lift her Bikini top provided by supporting both of her heavy breasts by the palms of her hands. Carls hand gesture under his own tits -- if thats what they were -- this morning. The girl had twisted her body and was turning her head to confront the camera with a welcoming smile. Carls pose. Her vagina crease was fully exposed, as Carls would have been if hed had one and could have opened his legs, though hers was covered by her thin Bikini bottom. Just barely covered, Carol saw. Her pussy hair on either side of it was trimmed and shaved to project smooth nudity. Why is it that men think women who bend like pretzels are sexy? Carol wondered. A mystery. Still, thats what it may be all about, I bet. My hubby hankers after strange flesh, but he wants to remain true to me, so he wants to be a woman so he can settle for his own flesh. That is so dear, if thats what it is! Carol felt she should reward him for his ingenuity, for his desire to remain faithful to her at all costs.
But what if it wasnt an errant lecherous impulse? What if it really was envy? What if he simply wants to be a girl? Should she encourage him? She didnt know.
She idly turned other pages of the Swimsuit issue. Maillots are out this year, she noticed idly, unless theyre draped like this one. Just as well, mines stretched out and unwearable, I wont replace it. God, look at the postage stamps that girls wearing? Pasties? She cant be sixteen! No girl fully grown and that well-endowed is ever that self-supporting! Are they real? She flipped on, now assessing the different models and their bathing attire woman to woman. These women are really as thin as Carl, she thought, but being women has made them softer, smoother, rounder. A little fatty tissue under the skin goes a long way, especially in the breast and the bum. Thats estrogen doing its thing. Does he really want to look like that? Does he really think he resembles them? If he did, would I love him as much? It would feel strange, but Im sure I would. It isnt his manliness I admire, God knows, hes never really been manly, not his body anyhow. Its that hes so gentle, so sweet! So ... feminine, so precious. So lovable.
A peculiar thought suddenly struck her. Can it be that when hes imagining hes a girl like these girls, when hes wishing that he was one of these girls, he has sex with himself? Does he masturbate? Look at these women and imagine hes one of them and masturbate? That hes true to me only in his fashion, that he freely takes his pleasure with these girls and with himself? That he feels excited when hes being one of them? The way I do sometimes when I remember the big guys I used to date? Only he works his fantasy off with his hand, and I work mine off on top of his prick?
She looked about. Sure enough, in his desk-side waste paper basket she saw tufts of kleenex with pale crusts on them. Something like dried phlegm. But hed had no nose colds nor bronchitis, his breathing was clear -- shed been watching it closely since his pneumonia and she was sure of it. So this was the residue of some kind of affair hed been having with one of these swimsuit-clad women. Or all of them, the whole harem. Or with himself, imagining himself to be one of them?
With his figure?
Shed now settled into that thought. Shed never thought of Carl quite that way. As her girlfriend sometimes, yes, but not with a girls body, a girls breasts, hips, waist, soft curves, everything. He does have the makings, she saw now. Hes practically anorexic! He needs a lot more rounding out, of course, especially up top, but he does look a lot like me in my early teens before my hormones kicked in. When they finally did kick in, Carol mused further. I loved that yellow Jantzen swimsuit I had then, with the push-up bra inserts that made me look bigger than I was! It was when I wore that swimsuit that the boys finally decided to look at me! Its so hard on a girl to be late-blooming!
She smiled slightly as her imagination clothed a late-blooming Carl in that tight yellow one-piece with its built-in push-up bra. Carl as a bathing beauty attractive to boys! Does he imagine he can look like that? Carol couldnt decide if he looked ridiculous or cute! Would he want boys to look at him? I better not think about that, she thought. Not right now.
Whatevers going on here, she concluded, Carl has a secret life and secret yearnings hes ashamed to tell me. I want him to have whatever he wants. But hell never tell me something like this! What to do?
She decided to take the problem to Maddy. Maddy knew a lot about these things, shed suggest something. Carl was still sleeping. It was still afternoon. Dinner could be ready in ten minutes. There was plenty of time, and shed noticed that Maddy was home early too, her car already in her driveway. Carol decided to pop by for a talk.
In the end, Maddy certainly did suggest something. Many things. They talked a long while. Maddy filled and re-filled Carols wine glass.
First she listened in silence, patiently, as her friend talked it all out. Various explanations offered themselves as Carol described the mornings event and then her afternoons discoveries, and Maddy considered each in turn.
Most obviously, she thought, Carl is bored and looking for novelty. Maybe his illness has started him looking for a new life better suited to some secret self, some girl self maybe. Some girl self dating back to his high school days, maybe? When he was one of the girls yet not one of them? He now wants to close that gap? Carol seemed to think so, but Maddy doubted it. Hes been sick, disoriented, and that may be all it is, just random behavior, she thought. Random sexual behavior, of course, because hes hard up, he must be randy as a goat by now. At that Maddy had to smile. If Carol insists on total abstinence until Carls completely well, what can she expect? Maddy knew that men do strange things when they arent allowed sexual release, and can be made to do even stranger things. She often controlled her own men by their pent-up eroticism, their desire to cum at all costs. Carl hasnt gotten laid for what now, months? Some men would think a phone book was sexually provocative if theyd been through that kind of deprivation. A "Sports Illustrated" bathing beauty issue would blow their minds. Not for nothing do they call that issue "Spurts Illustrated!" Men do fetishize womens bodies, after all -- clothing, hair, everything that makes a woman distinctively feminine. Why shouldnt Carls mirror provide him with a fetish object ready to hand, his own feminized body? That was the most likely explanation. Not too interesting, she decided, but it has possibilities. Its something to build on, anyway. Because Carol is my friend, and Carol may not know it, but shes bored, she wants to liven up her life. Look how she leaps to the notion that Carl wants to be a girl! Shes craving perverse excitement from somewhere! And no wonder! Theyre soooo vanilla, that couple!
Well, wherever it may be Carl wants to go, he can be led to wherever Carol wants him to go, Im sure of that, Maddy said to herself. Well just have to find out what Carol wants. She resumed her speculations. Would Carl agree to get involved with men? Is he gay? No, Maddy was thinking as Carol talked, not gay, except maybe with himself when he jerks off. All guys are gay when they have sex with themselves, but they never think of it that way! Like the rest of them he probably tries to hide his homoeroticism from himself by imagining its girls who are calling the tune, those girls in their swimsuits. Anyhow, if he were gay hed know it by now. So would Carol.
Well, is he a crossdresser maybe? A little bit transgendered? Maybe, she thought. It could be. It would be hard for him not to be. With his background, spending all that time with girls all the way through high school? Now and then hes got to have tried out some of the things girls that age talk about incessantly, at least in secret. Maybe not try boys, but other things, clothes, make-up, cute hair styles. I bet he had his own panties and bras stashed away at one time, maybe he still does. Certainly he knows how girls talk about other girls -- Ive noticed how his voice always takes on that naughty lilt when some neighborhood wifes misbehavior is the topic, thats when he sounds just like one of his high school girl friends dishing the dirt. Does he do other girly things too? I bet hed try with the right encouragement. Especially now that hes hard up. Especially now. I know I can arrange that! Should I? Should I help Carol make her life more interesting?
Now that Maddy was focussed, she let her imagination run a little further. What if Carl ended up genuinely transsexual like Scott, a part-time or even full-time woman? Would Carol feel deprived? Maybe not. She once had lots of he-man boy friends and she knows how to get more. Yet she did settle on Carl, and Carl isnt really a man, hes too sweet! She might prefer living with a girl whos a former man, and getting fucked by real men on the side. The best of both worlds! Would Carl make a good former man? He seems to be fixated on pictures of pretty girls with great faces and big boobs. That can carry a man a long way toward becoming a girl like that himself, if he has any inclinations that way.
She tried to imagine Carl with boobs. Scott loved his breasts once he got them -- once he made the commitment he couldnt wait, he wanted a feminine figure and implants and the bras needed to hold them and the blouses and sweaters to show them off, all of it, right away! Hed been an awkward failure as a man, and he knew it once he realized how self-assured he felt as a woman, how happy, poised, even elegant! In no time thered been guys swarming all over him.
I remember he wasnt interested at first, didnt like men, he was strictly a tits and ass man. Like Carl now probably. But once he got his own tits and ass and girls werent interested in him any more, he took up with guys all right. Sex is sex! I remember I had to talk him into his first blow job, but not his second! Men can be so marvelous, I remember I told him, theyre all so different! And while your mouths wrapped around that tube, hes all yours!
Maddy smiled. Yours whether you want to see him again or not. Girls learn soon enough that there is no Mr. Right, take whats good enough! Scott learned that. Especially when I showed him how a girl can get men to pleasure them. Then there was no stopping him! He couldnt wait to get a pussy of his own to use on them! Maddy smiled again. Scotty now feels privileged to be a woman. Because unlike other women Scotty cant ever take her gender or her body for granted the way women do whore born to them. For Scotty its all new and a little daring, maybe even also a little wicked. Could Carl end up like that? Big tits, a pussy where his balls once hung down? Married to a guy who leaps to attend his least whim? Maybe. But not without Carols consent, never. Itll have to be Carol who makes decisions like that for Carl. Shes the boss! Id better make sure of that starting now! The poor guy doesnt know that their old equal partnership is over. Its just as well. I love them both, but they both shouldve learned long ago that its more fun to explore the little kinks you find inside yourself. And I really do owe it to Carol to help her, Maddy thought further. She deserves it! Shes been so worried, shes been through so much lately. Carl too. Whatevers Carls problem, whatever prompted him to stand there with his balls between his legs, he and his wife will soon be very different people. I will guarantee that!
But Id best go slow. They really have to do it themselves. Ill help, thats all. Facilitate. Itll be hard for me to restrain myself, but Ill have to try. Maddy grinned. This could be fun! Carol married to a Scotty of her very own!
"So is this something to worry about, do you think?" Carol asked finally. Then sat quiet.
Still flushed with her own thoughts, Maddy replied, "Not at all, honey! Youre lucky! Lots of women would love to have your opportunities!"
Carol looked puzzled.
Too fast, Maddy decided. So she sat quiet a moment too, contemplating where to begin. Then, "Carol, let me ask you just one thing." She refilled Carols wine glass yet again. How many was this now? Three? But shed topped Carol up once or twice too. "Just one thing. When you were just lying there looking at him, and Carl was blushing and stammering, because hed been hiding this guilty secret from you and now youd found it out?" She paused. Give Carol plenty of time to remember. To put herself into that mindspace.
"Yes?" Carol prompted her.
It worked, Maddy noted with great satisfaction. Carols voice had been small, anxiously concerned as she told her story. Now it sounded confident, firm.
"Did you like how it felt? I mean, sure, you felt sorry for the poor dear, there he was all upset, embarrassed, and so on. But did you feel anything else too? Anything good?"
"Yes, I certainly did," Carol said seriously after a moments thought. "I told you I think. I felt strong. In charge. That moment I felt I could control whatever he might say or feel. Play him like a musical instrument, maybe for as long as a half-an-hour. I bet that long! It was wonderful! I was embarrassed for him, sure, but despite that I teased him, and that felt really good! It was mean of me I know, but I really loved it! I liked watching him crawl just a little, because I felt so superior to him!" "Because you really are what he was only pretending to be? A real woman? You felt superior that way?"
"I guess. Yes, that too. Can you imagine? I was feeling superior because Im a woman and he isnt?"
"Yes," Maddy replied dryly. "I can imagine that. I feel that way all the time."
"But also because at that moment he seemed to want something he cant give himself. And I want him to have it. Its hard to explain. Because I do love him, so I want to help him. Only Im not sure that with something like this I should help him!" Of course you arent sure, Maddy told herself. Because it would change everything. Your whole world, with all its predictability and stability! But you do feel intrigued by that very possibility, dont you?
"Of course you should help him!" Maddy said firmly. "But hes in denial, isnt he? A direct approach would frighten him, or maybe make him angry. So youll have to be tactful. Youll have to suggest things without stating them, and keep secrets from him. I know, youve been honest with him so far, you dont want to play cat and mouse with him ever even for the mouses own good. You want to remain equal partners, tell all, share all, no secrets. But think about this! Hes had this thing all this time, this need to express a certain femininity, maybe even more than that his need to look like a woman, maybe live like one at least part time. Maybe even become a woman, you dont know that he doesnt!" Carol looked at Maddy silently, eyes wide open. She knew that she didnt know.
"And hes never once mentioned it to you! Maybe not even to himself! Carol, youve got to be ... indirect for his own good! Just think of what youre doing as a different kind of sharing, so you can end up more equal than ever!" Maybe even in your bra sizes, Maddy added to herself. "Are you willing?" Carol was silent a long time. She was no fool. Then, "I want to help him," she said simply. "Whatever it takes." And that was that.
"I think I know how, " Maddy said. "It isnt that hard to figure. But if I help you help him, will you stick with it? No hesitation, no turning back? Go the distance? Part way could mess you both up!"
She paused. Time for a little incentive. "I guarantee that the whole time youre helping him, youll be feeling the same way you felt lying there watching Carl try to go girly all by himself in front of that mirror. That same feeling. Amused, superior, altogether in control. Knowing that whatever you do is for his own good."
"Id like that," Carol said. "Knowing that Im helping him. Ive just said that!"
Carol already sounded in charge, a bit impatient even. Usually her voice registered apology, a desire not to offend. Not now. "Of course!" Maddy paused again. "You love each other. Youre loving partners, the envy of all our friends. But now you know something Carl doesnt, whats missing from his life. What all those girls in high school had and he could only envy. Femininity. Girlishness. Womanliness. Not your femininity, he knows thats the greatest gift of his life, and that its all his. His own femininity is I mean! Thats what he was looking for in that mirror and in that swimsuit magazine. I think you know that. He may not know it, but you do!"
She did. She didnt blink. Maddy asked again. "I need to ask you directly. Are you willing to go wherever the trail leads to help him realize his deepest needs? His femininity?"
There was a long pause. Carol looked down into her wine glass and swirled what was there. Then looked straight at Maddy and said simply, "If thats what he needs, yes! I love him!"
I thought so! Maddy felt triumphant. "I know you do, Carol! So thats what youll do! Help him find his own femininity! Help him explore it and enjoy it. Not at cost to his masculinity, necessarily. Additional, maybe. We dont know. Thatll be for him to decide."
Carol nodded. She could think of it that way. It was more likely though that one would overwhelm the other. Maybe his feminine identity would take charge? What if that happened? She asked Maddy.
"Itd be like guiding your own little girl, teaching her to become a grown woman. If you provide him with opportunities and encouragement, and protect him from the pitfalls, and keep him moving forward, and help him when he seems lost, and stay patient, hell provide his own growth. Hell become all the woman he can be by himself! When he hesitates, thats when you can encourage him, offer him little opportunities he cant refuse. Youll always know what hell decide before he does, because youll be guiding him. Youll have arranged everything."
Should I go further? Ill take a chance, and lets see how she takes it. If shes repelled, its easy to back off.
"Can you imagine how delighted hell feel when he holds up his first pair of his very own bikini panties, admiring the shine and the little lace edge, and tries to figure out which side is the front side? How youll feel as you watch and advise him? How youll feel when the poor dear first tries to put on lipstick all by himself and has to ask for your help?"
Carol could imagine. Pleased that Carl was pleased, if he was. But shed also feel unsatisfied. Carl trying to become a woman could be dear. But then what would she do for a man? She kept a poker face.
Maddy saw. No reaction! So Carol wont really mind playing gender games with her darling little Curl! Even if theyre not games, but determine the way hell have to live for the rest of his life! Should I mention that sooner or later shell need to reassure him that hes just fine when he wants to look especially pretty for some guy? Or that now and then shell very likely find herself dressing to go out with her boyfriend while he stays home to do his nails? No, Id better let that be for now.
"Youll feel the same loving affection youve always felt," Maddy assured her. "Thatll only get stronger. You wont be able to tell him exactly how youre helping him, not at first, but youll know. Think of it as a kind of surprise youre preparing for your next anniversary, when will it be, in eleven months? You can tell him everything then. By then hell have learned to appreciate everything youve done and whatever hes become. By then hell love it, Im sure!" By then maybe hell have no choice but to love it, Maddy added to herself. "So, are you committed to this thing, honey?"
"To helping my darling feel good about himself? Of course!" "Then let me propose some things you should do as soon as possible, this evening if possible. The first will tell us both a lot about what were dealing with. Its very simple, very innocuous. All right?"
Carol broke into a broad smile. "Maddy, just listen to you! You sound like some gypsy fortune teller who sees all, knows all, and tells next to nothing! Speak up, out with it!"
This was a new and much more attractive Carol, Maddy was thinking.
Amused by my teasing even as she objects to it! "Here are some magazines to leave around the house." she told Carol, picking them off an end-table and handing them over. "He gets off on "Sports Illustrated" when its loaded with half-naked women? Lets see what he does with "Cosmopolitan," which is always loaded with sexy, independent-minded women constantly swapping gossip and advice about their own sexuality, how to handle men, how to seduce them, how to be beautiful. Lets see who he identifies with, the women or the men. Just leave these around the house and see where his curiosity leads him. See if one of them ends up on his computer keyboard with even more kleenex in his waste paper basket. Later maybe you can quiz him and see what hes learned. And build on it, discourage some things, encourage others." Maddy already knew what Carl would do. An issue of Cosmo was her standard entrance exam for submissive men. Ray had glanced at one and marveled at the lengths women will go to turn on their men, and had urged her a few times to try some of those tricks on him. A very disappointing response. Scott had rather startlingly identified with the women dressing to seduce men, not with the men being seduced. Hed thought he was merely being sympathetic, trying to "understand" how they felt about sex and seduction. But in the end hed become one of them. From what Carol had described, Carl would probably split and redouble himself, think of himself as a man seduced by a woman into becoming a seductive woman. Because thats now what he would be! Carol would see to it that he played all his parts in his mind in the right order. That hed get seduced into reading the make-up ads too. All Carol had to do was smile encouragingly, Maddy suspected, and Carl would feminize himself! Hed been a boy among girls for so long! He was so needy! He had to be!
Carol took the two issues of "Cosmo" with one eyebrow raised skeptically, ready to wait and see. Shed report back in a day or two, and Maddy would advise her further then. "Oh yes," Maddy said casually. Now the serious stuff begins. "Another thing. Youll want to keep him feeling hard up! Sexually eager, but deprived. Keep an eye on the overall kleenex level in his computer room. Let him let loose over Cosmos girls, and if you have any expose him to other magazines too with other models selling lingerie or make-up, girly things. See if those women seem to be advising him to change how he looks, to become more like them. Give them a chance to try. Then, only then, confront him about his masturbation. Tell him he must promise to give it up except when you yourself ask him to masturbate. Does that sound outrageous? It is, but chances are he wont think so -- hes got to be feeling guilty that hes doing himself, so hell promise you anything. Then when you have control over his sexual release, youll find that the hornier he feels, more easily you can guide him where hes too ashamed to go himself."
Carol nodded. She considered taking notes, but decided shed just try to remember.
"So deny him sex except as a special reward. Hell be worried about where youre leading him Im sure, further and further into femininity, and hell be worried that youll think the less of him the more feminine he becomes. So make sex with him a reward for his breakthroughs, a reassurance that hes better than ever! Not so he ever quite realizes it, just so he notices that his acquiescence in some things you ask for seems to turn you on, and his reluctance turns you off."
"OK," Carol nodded. That makes sense, she was thinking. Carrot or no carrot. Carrot if he lets me liberate him, no carrot if he doesnt. No sticks at all. I like that.
"Now, this next will be hard, but trust me Carol, its necessary. Get accustomed to the idea. When hes on a plateau and unwilling to rise to the next level, he gets no sex at all. No approval, no affection. Not even an affectionate glance. Well want him feeling a little inadequate and deprived. Maybe you can even seem mysteriously annoyed with him at such times, impatient with him for unexplained reasons, so he feels anxious. Youll find that if hes been denied sexual release and youre at odds with him, then when you ask him to do something to carry him to the next level, something he might normally find odd or perverse, hell do it eagerly. If only to get back into your good graces." "Poor Carl," Carol said. She stood up and weaved a bit. Time to get home to the dinner her sweet hubby had prepared for her while supposedly shed been putting in a long day at the office. And her long consultation here.
"Theres more, honey. This you may not like, but again, its for his own good. Especially when hes feeling deprived, when hes had no sex for a while, youll want to go out shopping now and then evenings and come back with only vague explanations about where youve been. Well be talking fairly frequently, so when you come over here, dont let him know. Just say "out" or "here and there" when he asks. Then hell find those moments when youre altogether pleased with him that much more reassuring as well as rewarding. Keep him on edge, unsure of himself and of you, so hell be more than willing to please you when you suggest some further step." "That makes sense," Carol had to agree.
"Even more. When hes hard up and getting no sex, and youre going out on unexplained errands, dress provocatively. To turn him on, to keep him juiced and eager and unable to think clearly. Call him "stud" or "sport" or whatever you usually call him to invoke his manliness, and trail your fingers across his genitals in passing now and then. Let him know youre a highly-sexed woman. But be too busy to do anything further about it with him. A hot and bothered husband is a husband especially ready to do whatever you want. If hes entertaining jealous suspicions, even more so." Poor Carl, Carol thought again. She giggled out loud. "You are a devil," Carol said with admiration.
"All part of keeping him on his toes, honey. You need to own his sex life absolutely, so its no longer his and hes anxious about it. You need to control all of his pent up desires so his frustration inspires him to greater efforts. Thats why when hes ramped up, he wont be allowed to masturbate. If he cheats once, and you can tell, youll threaten that his next offense will get his penis locked up inside a chastity tube -- I have one around here somewhere you can show him. It wont come to that though. He loves you. Hell want to do whatever pleases you even when he doesnt understand why."
Carol heard this last solemnly. Poor Carl, she thought yet again. I know he needs me. Ill just have to be careful I dont destroy him by seeming not to need him. She nodded slowly. Shed been in charge of their married life for only those ten seconds or so shed watched her husband cringe in front of a mirror. Now shed remain in charge for their whole foreseeable future. It felt awesome. It felt good!
"Id better get home," Carol said. "My cars home. Carlll be wondering where I am, when to put dinner on the table." "His turn tonight? What a prize you married, Carol. I do so envy you. But hold in mind how much more of a prize hell be in a year. How very much happier youll both be. Not that you arent now." "Mmmm!" Carol replied, scarcely listening, starting toward the door.
Nows the moment, Maddy thought to herself. The two most important things, now that shes too impatient to discuss them. "One last question, before you go, Carol. How is Carl physically now? I mean, are his blood levels OK? His livers functioning normally, and all?"
Carol suddenly remembered that her husband was still convalescent, and looked at Maddy questioningly. "Oh hes fine now," she said. "Everything tests normal or better than normal now. Hes in perfect health. Except of course that hes so thin. Emaciated. That he needs to put weight back on as quickly as possible." "Of course. And my last advice deals with that. Two things. One is, youll want him to join a health club and work out regularly. That one in the strip mall two blocks down is perfect for our purposes. He can stop there for a session each morning. Ive sent men there to get them shaped up. They do a beautiful job. Let Carl give them this card when he registers, and theyll understand what we want. Hell think its for a discount." She scribbled something across the back.
Carol glanced at it and stuffed it into her purse. "FormFit Figures? Isnt their clientele mainly women?" "Thats true of most health clubs, honey. Its women who worry about their figures, not men. But no, not mainly. FormFit is exclusively for women. Thats why at FormFit the trainers will know just how to help Carl, and you wont need to give that part of it another thought. Youll see. Now just wait here a moment more, would you, hon?" Now here it comes, she was thinking. This works or it doesnt!
Maddy abruptly left the room, leaving Carol wondering if she wanted her man to exercise with other women. Daily? Especially when hes feeling horny and deprived? She mentioned that to Maddy when she returned.
"Not to worry," she said. "I expect him to identify with other women, not desire them. Hell think of himself as one of them soon enough. With good reason, if he takes these pills. A big one and a little one each day, and within a couple of months hell be putting on weight where he never dreamed it was possible for a man to put on weight. Guaranteed."
Maddy, smiling, held up a pale blue plastic compact with a wheel inside holding 28 large pills, then under each one 28 smaller pills. Carol glanced at it and looked intently into her friends eyes. Her mind was in a whirl.
"Maddy, these look like birth control pills," Carol said quietly. "Why should he take birth control pills? Do you think theres a chance hell get pregnant?" She was afraid she knew the answer. "These will help him become all the girl he can be, if thats what he wants to be," Maddy said with a conspiratorial grin, inviting Carol to join her. "Strictly speaking they arent for birth control, though they do function that way too. Theyre stronger. Theyre a full teenage hormone replacement regimen. Concentrated estrogens, progesterones, everything any developing girl could possibly need. They were originally designed for girls with delayed puberty due to underdeveloped ovaries, but nowadays we use them for all sorts of female or transsexual underdevelopment. They flood the system and work all sorts of marvelous magic. I know men whove taken them for several years and youd never know it, to look at them. Youd never know they were once men, I mean. These things work. They overwhelm everything."
Carol saw now that Maddy was serious. Where Maddy thought Carol should take her husband. Where she expected Carl to end up. "I dont know," Carol said. "He may not want to. I mean, he...." "Carol, I did ask you if this is where you think Carl wants to go even if he doesnt know it. And I did ask if you were serious about taking him there, even if he doesnt know where there is." It sounded like a rebuke. Carol said nothing.
Maddy relaxed and smiled. "Just take them home for now. Think about it. See where his mind goes when he reads womens magazines like Cosmo. See how he reacts to his new health club. Go slow, satisfy yourself before you move on. Because if this is where Carl wants to go, and it certainly seems so to me, then this is where he should go. Start him on these. If they seem wrong for him you can always discontinue them. Youre in charge."
Maddy knew he wouldnt want to discontinue them. None of her men had ever quit. The big pills did the serious work, and the little pills assured that the big ones would be taken daily as intended. Teenage girls often forget. So the little ones included a mood drug to assure a feeling of well-being that was missed if not renewed daily. And since teenagers are often troubled, the little ones contained a tranquilizer to induce a lovely serenity of mind, an inclination to go with the flow, a compliant disposition that made everything else so much easier. Girls who took this combination soon discovered sex and how to enjoy it with no regrets. Men who took this combination never regretted it either. Carol was still uncertain. To soak Carl in female hormones was only one more step, true. It could always be retraced, mostly. But it seemed to her to be the most radical step of all. Yet Carl did seem to want what only hormones like these could provide! A memory of him posing there with his smooth crotch, his genitals as out of sight as any womans, flashed across her minds eye. And of Carl pathetically offering his bunched up chest muscles and loose skin to his mirror image as if they were real breasts, and then as hed spun around offering them to her. Was that what he wanted? Real breasts? Then he should have them! Could she accept them if he one day offered them to her? Could she suckle them? Carol didnt know. But she recalled how shed sometimes feel when Carl was down below on her nibbling her clit, what a lovely girl he could be in her minds eye. She felt a warm, tingly glow. If Im the heroine of my own novels, she thought, then my husband is entitled to be the heroine of his, if thats what he wants! With breasts and everything else, if thats what he wants. "If thats what he wants," Carol said aloud. This could be fun, she added to herself.
"Hell need guidance," Maddy reminded her. "If thats where he wants to go, hell never get there on his own." She looked directly at her friend. "Really, Carol! Do you want to take charge or dont you?"
Yes. Carol reached out her hand, and Maddy handed her the blue plastic compact.
"Lots more where these came from," Maddy commented. "A lifetimes supply if need be. Well see."
"What should I tell him theyre for? I wont lie to him. I cant."
"Tell him the truth, Carol," Maddy said seriously. "Tell him theyre to help him put meat back on his bones. To fill out his figure. Because theyll certainly do that, put meat in all the right places, and theyll round out his angularity and smooth out his skin, too. Hell like that."
Carol looked at the blue compact, and nodded. It was similar to her own pink birth control pill compact. Blue for boys? "You can even tell him theyre also a kind of birth control," Maddy said. "Because they are, for him, in a way. Theyll slow and then stop his sperm production after a few months, and then youll be able to discontinue your own birth control. Tell him its his turn to take the pills for a while. Hell think thats fair." Maddy grinned.
Carol tucked them into her purse.
Now for a clincher? "You should know, though, Carol. Theyll have another effect too. After a while he wont be getting hard any more -- girls dont get erections. So you may want to keep taking your own pills after all, if you find you miss the feel of a man inside you. Ill lend you a suitable man until you can find your own, if it should come to that."
Unthinkable, Carol said to herself. Wasnt it? Would I? The idea was obscene! Supplement my hubbys loving with someone elses? Someone like one of my old boyfriends? Actually live out that fantasy where one of my old boyfriends pushes himself into me after my girly hubby has licked my pussy to prepare me? She remembered how it had once felt to yield up her body to a really big man, to someone really powerful. It had felt good! Really good! She began to feel wet underneath.
"Well see," was all Carol said. "Thanks, Maddy. Youve been an enormous help. I have to get back. Im sure Carls wondering where I am." Almost afraid to hear more, she dashed out of Maddys house.
Carl was awake when she got back, and was indeed wondering where shed gone. He looked up questioningly as she breezed into the house and carelessly tossed her two issues of "Cosmopolitan" down on a hall table.
"Hi, honey," she said. "You were asleep, so I stopped off to visit with Maddy. Im sorry Im so late. Shes given me such marvelous ideas for your recovery. I want to tell you everything." Then Carol surprised herself. Unhesitatingly, she added, "But first of all, you know what these pills are for? Take one, and the little one that goes with it, and Ill tell you!"
She had no idea why she was starting Carls hormone regimen without a moments hesitation or consultation. To establish who was in charge in her own mind right off? Because she wanted to know that Carl was well-launched, on his way to where he really wanted to go? It felt good!
Carl swallowed the pills, the big and the little. Carol had been in charge of his recovery from the day he first came home from the hospital, all of his pills included. He swallowed whatever she handed him. Except for withholding sex, he had to admit shed been right about everything.
I guess about this too, he decided. Because soon after taking both new pills he began to feel rather pleased with himself. And with Carol. Comfortable. Better about everything!
"So what ideas did you and Maddy come up with?" Carl began to feel delighted that two women were looking after him! His eyes sparkled.
When it came down to it, Carol found that she could repeat to Carl very little of her conversation with Maddy. Shed need to proceed by indirection. Men were irrationally defensive about their so-called masculinity. If Carl couldnt acknowledge his gender ambivalence even to himself, mentioning it aloud would only drive him deeper into denial. Yet their future happiness depended on his self-realization, on their mutual acceptance of each other as they were, as they each needed to be. Each one had to feel free to become more of whatever each one already was. Carol knew that Maddy was right, that she enjoyed being in charge, and she liked knowing that she was leading her husband toward his true nature little by little. She still wasnt sure how shed deal with it if in the end Carl wanted to go all the way, become a woman in every respect. Could she lick his pussy the way she now sucked his cock? The way he licked hers? Well, never mind that now. Her job now was helping Carl acknowledge, develop, and enjoy his femininity. Handing him Maddys "FormFit Figures" card, she told him that beginning tomorrow morning hed be building himself up and recovering his strength with different exercise sessions at that place just down the road, where Maddy knew people. "They have excellent trainers, she tells me. Be sure you do everything they ask you to do."
Carl agreed. After weeks of inaction hed enjoy being pushed to his physical limits, he was sure of that.
"And your pills. Take them daily from now on," she told him.
"Theyll help your body shape up and fill out." "Theyre like steroids?" he asked, looking the wheel over? "Why only 28 days worth? To simulate a menstrual cycle?" He thought he was joking, Carol thought. So go with it! "I suppose so," she said casually. "Theyre a lot like birth control hormones I hear. Keep them in your purse the way I do mine." She smiled. Carl didnt seem to be flapped by her teasing, so she continued. "Or leave them on your dressing table, to remind you first thing each morning when youre putting on your make-up for the day." Did that kind of talk outrage him?
No, it only amused Carl. "I dont have a dressing table either," he observed dryly, ignoring the reference to make-up. Poor Carol must have had an exhausting day, he was thinking, her jokes are so heavy-handed. But he appreciated what she was attempting for him. Between weight lifting at that gym and these bodybuilding pills, he might actually achieve the professional athlete look hed envied all his life. In which case hed emerge from this illness better off than ever. "Birth control, you say? Does this mean that now you think Im ... recovered? That we can ...?"
"Well see," was all she replied. My, but he picks up quickly on anything having to do with sex! Carol then told him that his FormFit workouts would be his main physical activity daily, no shirking. She still wanted nothing else to deplete his strength or addle his concentration. "Well have sex again when its beneficial. Ill decide when!" She spoke emphatically, staring at him. Establish a dominating control immediately. Carls disappointment was obvious. Hed much rather make love to Carol than lift weights, given a choice. He said so. "Oh, you dear, how sweet! And what a long face!" Carol replied sympathetically. This was hard for her too, but as Maddy had pointed out, firmness now would save them much grief later. "Cheer up, honey! We can still cuddle, any time. And if you take your pills and do your exercises and everything else you should be doing, I dont see why you cant begin again to ... appreciate me with your mouth whenever you feel the need. Or I feel the need. Ill want that. Ill be feeling deprived too, remember. But your health comes first, and you need to preserve your vigor. Sex for you will be a special treat now and then maybe until youre the way we both want you to be, and thats all itll be." I know just what hes thinking now, Carol added to herself, enjoying her own amusement. Back to the girls in swimsuits. Back to the hand jobs. Well, well see how those Cosmo girls appeal to him, and for what, before I turn that tap off by asking him about all those kleenexes in his waste paper basket.
Carls self-fulfillment as Carol and Maddy conceived it came much sooner than either imagined possible, and by a somewhat different route.
After dinner Carl glanced at one of the issues of "Cosmopolitan" Carol had tossed on the hall table, then actually picked it up and carried it back to his chair. The girl on the front cover stared out at him with a challenging expression, her mouth open and her lips glistening, her satin robe fallen open, her ripe breasts visibly suspended in a frivolous lacy black and purple bra that matched the nearly bare panty he could glimpse crossing her crotch, one of many "Adorable Underthings" pictured in the cover story to justify her appearance on the cover. Could any man resist her? "I want you!" she told him in her husky voice. "What do you intend to do about it?"
A moment later he was looking at the other gorgeous young women posing brazenly in different kinds of lingerie across several inner pages, each displaying another variety of womens underwear and another variety of the fetishism women can so easily provoke in men. Carl felt provoked. Some bra and panty models smiled at him invitingly, warmly welcoming his gaze. Some looked at him preoccupied, frowning, as if considering certain obscene ways to punish him for his erotic thoughts. Some of the lingerie was supposedly "Vampish," some "Romantic," some "Funky." He couldnt tell the difference. They were all of them bare wisps of seductive froth decorating warm, soft, moist, eager female bodies. The panties were all decorative archways over the gates of paradise. Carl got a hard boner almost immediately. Cosmos models were a lot more seductive than the comparatively sanitized girls of "Sports Illustrated." And the articles and pictures all turned toward one topic -- just between us girls, how can we arouse a man so skillfully that hell devote his last breath to trying to satisfy us? Or how can we arouse many men to serve our pleasure? One article advised about a mans "Moan Zones." Another assured married women that a quick escapade with another man was harmless, and in fact could bring zest back into a dull marriage. Several women praised such extramarital flings as non-caloric, drug-free pick-me-ups -- and their husbands got the benefit of their better moods afterward. So it was hardly cheating -- in fact they should feel grateful!
The ads looked especially provocative. One full page showed a girls face swelling passionately toward the viewer, her lips a deep wine color, open and pouting as if preparing to wrap themselves around the nearest cock. She looked directly at Carl, asking him "Is yours hot and hard, and ready?" It was. All of the women in these ads stared out at him boldly, challenging him to fuck them while their pussies were still dripping from encounters with fantasy lovers.
Carl was amazed. This magazine was a virtual whorehouse, a harem of hot women thinking only about how to get laid or how to drive his imagination mad!
Under hooded eyes Carol saw her husband sink into an intense reverie, studying each page closely, then dwelling intently on the next page, then the next. She waited a few minutes. Then as if casually, in passing, she glanced down at the magazine in his lap. Unnaturally high up in his lap. "That magazines appeal is to women," she said. "Enjoying it? See anything there you like especially?"
"This blonde here is incredible, Carol," Carl said in a deep, almost reverent voice. "She has no shame! Look at her! No reflection on you, I love yours, but look at those boobs! I dont know how that delicate material can hold them up that high! Or why those straps dont dig into her shoulders while hoisting all that flesh!"
Carol glanced down. She saw a shapely girl wearing one of this-years dark toned jacquard bras, an underwire. Burgundy, she noted, color coordinated with her lipstick and nail gloss. The very same bra I bought just last week! Do they want us to buy a different bra for every shade of lipstick we wear? Of course they do!
The gleam of an idea suddenly became THE perfect idea. What an opening Carl had given her!
"Thats their new Romance line, honey," she informed him. "Its lovely, dont you think? Sheer, lots of lace, and elastic padded straps that stroke your shoulders. Its a lot less fragile than it looks -- theres an underwire below each cup for uplift. A well-designed bra doesnt ever sag or bind or dig into you. It hugs your body while it lifts and shapes your breasts. Youd enjoy something like that?"
"Her boobs? Sweetheart, Id enjoy yours if youd let me! Youre the woman I want! But I do like the way that brassiere displays what shes got, yes. What man wouldnt?"
The poor dear must really be feeling hard up, Carol thought. "Ive got that very bra! Brand new, I havent worn it yet. So comfortable! Wait, see for yourself, Ill get it for you." She was gone before he could tell her not to bother. And back again almost immediately, and dropped that very bra -- the same deep maroon confection -- into his lap on top of his open magazine. "Here, honey, examine the mysteries of womens bras to your hearts content." And she sat down again as if returning to her book. She watched Carl closely without seeming to look up. His first bra, in a way. How would he handle it?
Carl couldnt remember ever holding an actual brassiere in his own hands before. Hed unhooked them, yes, when he and Carol were dating and getting serious, but Carol did that herself these days. And hed taken them out of the dryer when asked to bring up the laundry for sorting. But hed never examined one closely. He picked it up carefully by one strap as if it might explode. Then as if there were still a woman inside it he decorously, reverently felt for the underwire. And found it. It was magical! A cup billowed out as he touched the underband as if suddenly occupied by a ghostly breast. His prick throbbed! "Oh, yeah!" he said. This thing is cunningly engineered, he was thinking. Complicated. Like the women who wear them. They look fragile and delicate, but theyre tough as steel. You couldnt hacksaw this fabric, I bet. "This doesnt bind?" he asked, thinking he should say something, since shed gone to the trouble of fetching it for him.
"You find it attractive? The shade? The style? No, not at all, you hardly know youre wearing it!"
"I imagine so. Yes, its very nice," Carl said. Enough of this show and tell. He was impatient to return to Cosmos page after page of provocative models, eager to let his imagination bring more of them to life.
But Carol wasnt through. "No need to imagine. See for yourself, sweetheart! Try it on! If you like it, its yours!" Carl considered what Carol might mean by that last weird statement. She was acting very peculiar. What had she been discussing with Maddy? "You mean mine to look at? Mine for you to wear, and youre mine?"
Slow down, Carol told herself. Too eager. "Carl, thats so sweet! No, I mean yours for whatever purpose you choose. Yours. Put it on now, seriously, wear it a while! See for yourself how a woman feels while wearing a well-designed bra. Keep it in your underwear drawer, so you can look at it and feel it and see how theyre constructed, figure out how they work, whenever you wish. Centuries of design experience go into the slant cut of any section of a good bra."
"Ahh, Carol honey, no. Id ruin it." Carol must be more exhausted than Id figured, he was thinking. Shes losing it! "Only if you put it on the wrong way. Here, let me show you how.
Strip to the waist."
"Best offer Ive had all day," Carl replied. "But no thanks." "Honey, you wanted to know how it feels, and Im offering to help you! So strip!" A loud, imperious voice. A command, really! Shes insulted! This is her whim, how can I fight it? Carl glanced regretfully at the girl in the burgundy brassiere in the ad, promising hed be right back. He was startled to see her eyes light up! Shed been observing what was happening, and a faint smile appeared on her lips. "Do see for yourself, lover," she said to him. "Go ahead! Take your time, enjoy it! I love my bras!" Or was that Carol speaking?
Carl pulled his sport shirt over his head without unbuttoning it, and Carol quickly slipped her bra over his arms, then hooked it in back, where -- she was thinking -- probably he couldnt reach to remove it. As with a link puzzle hed need to figure out an indirect way to get at the hooks. "Now reach in and pull your breasts up into the cups," she said to him in a faintly bored voice, as if nothing extraordinary were taking place and her mind was partly elsewhere. "Then youll see how a good bra provides support without stress."
"I dont have breasts," Carl said. "Thats your department." "This morning you had breasts," she said in a level voice, her gaze never wavering from his face. "I saw them. You showed them to me. Now stop pretending."
Embarrassed once again, Carl reached down into each cup and pulled his chest skin and flaccid pectoral muscles up past the underwire. He loosely filled each cup, and they took on shape. Now his chest did project out, a little. Anyhow, it was no longer flat. He looked at his wife, feeling slightly ashamed.
"See? Now youve got breasts too. A good bra helps every girl make the most of whatever shes got. See how comfortable it feels?"
He did indeed have small, perky bulges on his chest, shaped to a point as if to nipples. The elastic band and the straps hugged him on all sides. It was embarrassing. His nipples, thrust forward, felt incredibly sensitive. What little breast tissue he had felt molded, treasured.
"Nice," he said. "Comfortable. Point taken. Would you unhook me now, please?"
"Whats your hurry, honey? Wear it for a few hours, see if it pinches or binds anywhere. If its a good fit, youll forget youre wearing it in no time. And all the while itll be providing you both shape and support." She smiled. "You do look cute, sweetie. But now put your shirt back on. Nice girls dont sit around the house in only their bras. What if someone should come in, or a neighbor should see through the window?" Carl felt a pang in his belly at that! A neighbor see him? A reasonable concern, he thought. Carols in a weird mood, but I can humor her for a few hours. He pulled his shirt back on. The bra still embraced him, but it was no longer visible, so at last he could return to his magazine. As he looked down at it in his lap, he saw faint hints of new breasts poking his shirt forward. So this is what those girls I hung out with were talking about, he was thinking, with their whispering to each other, reciting names like "Playtex" and "Bali" and "Vanity Fair" and "Warners" and so on, and giggling. I suppose for them it was exciting, part of their becoming women, knowing that theyre attractive to men. Like these babes in this magazine. He glanced back down. The pictures had changed! The girls werent telling him any more that they were nearly naked so hed be eager to plunge his fat dick into them, that they couldnt wait for his mouth to go down on them and make them moan. Now they were intimate with him in a different way. They were pleased to welcome him into their club, their select group of gorgeous women in lingerie. It was like high school all over again, but the good part of it, feeling accepted by girls as if he were one of them. Only better, because now he really was one of them, in a new way, sort of. Privileged to wear their undies, maybe even attend their sleepovers this time! Unexpectedly, wearing a bra felt comforting as well as comfortable. "Hi, honey!" said one of the models. "I havent seen you here before! Well, isnt that bra gorgeous? I bet you love it!" On the next page, another luscious beauty advised him to start wearing her new liquid lip color too -- it matched, and would stay bright and kissable all day, she confided in a low voice, and all night too, no matter what. "Pucker up," she said, "And kiss your man anywhere." There was no doubt what she really meant. "In the park, in a restaurant, in your place or his place! No matter how you get it on, it stays on!"
He shook his head, then read on. Carol didnt fail to notice that now and them he reached up to cup his little breasts in both his hands. Because one of the Cosmo models was doing that, and he now felt he had their permission to see what it was like? Maybe. She noticed that as he felt them, his thumbs touched the tips of his little bulges delicately. Repeatedly. Of course! His nipples were erogenous! She watched him discover that when projected out in a bra theyre much more so. Hes hooked already, she was thinking. Maybe for life?
But her main question had been answered. Carl wasnt lusting after those Cosmo girls. He was chatting with them. In his mind he was one of them.
When they went up together to change for bed, as always Carol carefully removed her suit jacket, hung it up, then her blouse. Now she stood there in her skirt and bra, suddenly aware that Carl was standing next to her in his pants and bra and inspecting her heavy breasts, the way they hung forward yet were pulled back up securely by her bra. Hes identifying with me as well as with those models, she realized! My! Hes wondering what it would be like to have my breasts! She reached behind to unhook herself, and as her bra and her breasts fell free of each other Carl turned his back to her. She was puzzled momentarily, then realized that Carl was wordlessly asking her to unhook him too. He was too embarrassed to ask her directly. Or no doubt to take lessons. No matter, the darling! She reached around his torso to grasp one of his little breasts in each hand and give them a little squeeze. Then with one in each hand she pulled him toward her, hugging him, his back pressed against her own breasts. She let her thumbs stroke his nipples. Carl thought he would cream in his pants right then and there! "Mmmmm!" she said. "I like this." If hes worried how I feel about his manhood, she was thinking, this should reassure him. Hes so sweet! He does whatever I tell him! "Is it nice?" "Its very nice," Carl replied deep down in this throat. It was, too. If they werent going to be fucking, Carl was thinking to himself, kinky things like this are a lot better than nothing. It does please her, plainly, and thats the main thing. Shed felt she had to deprive him of the sex they both enjoyed so hed recover faster. So to make up for it she now wants to share her other pleasures. Even those of a comfortable bra. How can I refuse her? Maybe thats reason enough for me to go along, he thought. Meanwhile, it does give me a different slant on those babes in that magazine, too. They like it that I can understand them, share their concerns, even know something about how they make themselves beautiful. Girls always have wanted to share their experiences with me. These want me to wear a bra as a badge of membership in their club? So theyll feel free to climb all over me and pleasure themselves while Im jerking off? I can do that. Thats a fair swap.
Carol kept kneading his boobs, let her fingertips dance on their tips, on his nipples, delighted to feel Carls whole body stiffen. This really did reach him! "Mmmmmm!" he said, leaning back onto her, his eyes closed, smiling. He was in heaven! No question of it! I will get him bras of his own to wear all the time! she decided. And hell wear them all the time, too! He loves them! He did, too, and he actually regretted it when finally Carol released him and his bra band swung free, unhooked. Whod have thought it?
"Tomorrows another day," she consoled him as his disappointment crossed his face.
He shrugged the bra off his shoulders and folded it and placed it carefully in his underwear drawer, just as shed suggested. Carol watched. No more arguments. Hes such a dear, my Curly Carl, always trying to make me happy, she was thinking. And its so cute, the way his feminine side is finally emerging. Unexpectedly, she felt a faint tinge of sadness too. This was trickery, not altogether honest. When this is done, she was thinking, when this thing has run its course, Ill find some way to make it up to him. Or to her. Whoever I find Im married to. She called Maddy early the next morning to tell her the news. "Were we right or were we right?" Maddy replied. "Have you started him on his pills?"
"Yes, as soon as I got home, as a matter of fact." That could have done it in itself, Maddy thought. A man puts on a brassiere with no qualms, no anxiety about his manhood? Either he hasnt got any or hes so high on tranquilizers he doesnt care. No matter, the end results the same.
"Will you be sending him to FormFit Figures this morning?"
"I think so."
"Good, Ill give them a call to let them know hes coming. Maybe we can arrange something a little special!"
"Youre a doll, Maddy!"
"Just trying to help. Carls the doll I suspect! Or anyhow, he soon will be, from what you tell me. Will you send him to FormFit in his new bra?"
"Oh Maddy, he already has enough to cope with, the poor dear! Besides, it isnt a sports bra, its for under his blouses and dresses." There! Shed said it! They both realized together what it was she was anticipating for him, and giggled! Carol felt just wonderful as she hung up. She was helping her man help himself, and she did feel altogether in charge. As Carl pulled on a loose jogging suit to go to FormFit she reminded him to take his pills for the day. So he did that. She proposed that they make taking their pills their first thing together each morning, so he wouldnt forget -- shed take hers while he took his. Until I no longer need mine, she said to herself, because he wont be able to put himself into me any more anyhow. She paused, and again felt a touch of sadness. She wondered how shed manage when that happened. No matter, Carls needs come first.
FormFit Figures had only a small storefront entrance in a strip mall a few blocks away, a discreet opening to what was in fact a huge complex spreading out behind all the other stores, arranged to seem small so FormFit could preserve an unostentatious presence in the local community. Its clients liked discretion. Once inside, though, a woman would find Nautiluses and tennis courts and even an Olympic sized swimming pool. The exercise and dance rooms seemed cavernous, though that may have been because the walls were lined with mirrors. Far off was a "Weight Room" where Carl at first imagined hed be spending most of his time, unaware that its purpose wasnt to help men build muscles by pumping iron but to help women reduce, to make them more limber and desirable by teaching them vigorous and provocative dance moves. "Hula, Belly, and Lap Dancing" was one of the scheduled courses. A discreet sign in the entrance window declared the presence somewhere inside of a full service beauty salon.
Carl found the place, and saw some remarkably well-groomed women leaving as he came in. First sweat and get all frazzled, then go to the salon and get beautified -- that seems to be their drill, he thought to himself. Pretty cool. He wondered if the mens facilities were altogether segregated from the womens. At the huge, curved reception desk he gave the girl his name and told her that hed been sent by his wife and her friend Maddy, Madeline. He added that hed been ill recently and they thought he needed rebuilding, and he handed over the card hed been given. She looked puzzled, then grave, then hesitated, then looked up brightly.
"Yes, I see youre already down for this morning. Id better send you right in to speak with Adrienne, our manager. She knows all about these coded referrals. Its best that way." Carl didnt know which way she meant, but each business has its own procedures, so he waited, then on signal went through a door behind the receptionists desk into what appeared to be a tastefully appointed office with an examining table off to one side. He sat down gingerly, and a few minutes later Adrienne entered through another door, She turned out to be one more of the impeccable women hed passed on his way in, every feature a jewel, every hair in place. She had his card in hand. Whatever Maddyd scribbled on it -- Carl hadnt been able to read a word -- she seemed to regard with care and respect. Adrienne placed it in the middle of her desk, glanced at it once again, then introduced herself, took a deep breath, and got to the point.
"Carl, I understand that you live nearby and that this place is convenient for your daily exercises. And that youve not been well and need to get out more, to build yourself up. In a way, that you need to come out and be yourself." She paused, and saw that Carl didnt understand that last statement at all. In deep denial indeed, she thought. Then continued, "And that youre a dear friend of Maddy, who honors us by serving on our Board of Directors."
She nodded at him reassuringly.
"For these reasons were happy to accommodate you. So please dont misunderstand what Im about to say. We want you here. In fact, we have a class beginning soon and youre already registered in it, and were delighted."
Carl waited for the other shoe to drop. It must be a boot, he was thinking.
"But well need a certain amount of cooperation from you while youre here. You see ..." -- she paused, saw that he didnt see at all, took another deep breath, and continued -- "FormFit is a health club exclusively for women. Its important that we maintain that policy strictly -- we appeal to women who want to develop pride in themselves as themselves, apart from the presence of men. So we will not wish to advertise or flaunt the presence of a man in any of our classes. It would change the spirit of things." "I see," Carl said, though he didnt at all. Why had Carol sent him here? Or was it Maddy?
"Now, many women share your shape and build, and your facial structure too, so it wont really be necessary for you to disguise yourself. Id think it a privilege myself, but you think it demeaning to pretend to be one of us deliberately, so we wont ever ask it of you. You can be yourself at all times, no problem. Youll try to speak a little higher in your usual vocal range, perhaps, or sound a bit more tense -- that accomplishes the same thing. Occasionally youll want to be seen wearing one or another gender-specific enhancement, as all women do, just to confirm to others that you are what you seem. We can help you with that at our salon.
"Something visible that tells everyone youre a woman because only women wear such things. Lipstick for instance. Or a high-style hairdo. Maybe distinctively feminine earrings, pearl drops or large hoops. Both ears pierced, that might be the least trouble for you. You know. Show one or another now and then. Youll choose which, well never decide for you. Something youll do periodically to forestall any questions about your gender. At least until your figure comes in and settles the matter." This was peculiar, Carl was thinking. "My figure comes in?" Adrienne looked a little impatient. "Yes, your figure. You are here for body sculpting, rebuilding, arent you? Thats what we do here. And you are taking medication to help out, arent you? Thats what Im told." She gestured at Maddys card on her desk.
"Yes, of course," Carl said, puzzled, yet strangely unconcerned.
"Thats fine. Then therell be no problem we cant manage. Maddys hospital refers scads of people like you to us for rehabilitation, and were grateful to her. We understand their special needs. Youll have full use of our facilities of course, changing rooms, spas, the beauty salon, whatever you may need to help you feel you belong. Theyre all for you, to help you feel glad that youre you. Use them. But until it no longer matters, do use discretion when you and the other women are undressed together. If you have any questions, Im always here." She looked amusedly resigned and looked at him ruefully, as if woman to woman, and sighed. "Or so it sometimes seems."
Then she stood up. "Now, with that out of the way, what shall we call you? Your wife is Carol I understand, so thats out. Carla is a good name if you like it, but it seems to me rather ... obvious. Carlotta? Is there Spanish ancestry in you?" Carl was beginning to feel pressured. FormFit might not be where he should be, if he had to pretend to be a woman. No, he didnt have to pretend, he corrected himself, Adrienne was saying that everyone would assume that hes a woman as long as he provides no evidence to the contrary, it isnt necessary to pretend anything. He decided to assert himself nevertheless. What should they call him? "How about Carl?," he said, almost glaring at Adrienne. "Thats a good name!" Whatever else, Carl was who he was!
"Coral," Adrienne replied. "Perfect"
She pressed a buzzer and a tall, rangy, woman in bright red and yellow exercise tights came in through a far door, bursting into the room as if a one-woman bouquet of flowers. She had sharp features and a firm manner, and blonde hair pulled back tight into a high ponytail. A mist of flowery scent preceded and surrounded her.
She looked at Carl with a cheerful, somewhat conspiratorial grin.
"Callista, this is Coral. I told you about her this morning.
Coral, Callista is your personal trainer while youre here. Shell help you with whatevers necessary or advisable. Youll do well to follow her advice, shes well-experienced in this sort of thing."
Carl stared at Callista, then at Adrienne. What did "this sort of thing" mean? And Adrienne had called him "her" -- why? He supposed it made sense, given FormFits all-girl policy. He decided to let it pass. While he was here, he was a she, that was clear enough. "Hi, Callista, glad to meet you," he said.
"Coral," she acknowledged. "Shall we go, honey? I have a lot of things to explain to you, and your first class begins very soon." Adrienne laughed. "Go, go, the two of you. Enjoy your session today, Coral. And as I said, if there are any problems, I want to be the first to know." She broke off and picked a piece of paper up off her desk, looking at it and sighing. She picked up a pencil. Her attention was now elsewhere.
Carl accompanied Callista through the door at the far end of Adriennes office. It led to a locker room.
"Heres where we change to our workout clothes, honey," Callista said. "That lockers yours now, youll find your name on it tomorrow. Leave your towels and your leotard here, along with scuffs or slippers or hair bands, sports bras, whatever else you routinely wear, and pick out some of each from those stacks over there. After today youll find them inside your locker freshly laundered each day, ready for use. I see youre not carrying a purse. Itll be safe here, but if you dont mean to bring one I suggest you leave some of your make-up here, whatever youll need to get you home looking decent when you leave here. Or wherever else youre going."
Carl looked around. Each of the lockers had little name placards on them, the letters cute, thin, in a refined calligraphy, and decorated with little painted birds and flowers. "Jennifer," "Stacy," "Bea," and "Theresa," were his next door neighbors. A problem. "This is a womens locker room," Carl observed. "Yes, thats what it was yesterday, too," Callista replied matter-of-factly. "And will be tomorrow. Why?" "Theres no mens locker room here?"
"Oh, sure. Other side of the complex. For the repair and utility people to use. Also two of our trainers are men, they use it. Theyre the ones who work with women who want hard bodies, sharp cut muscle masses. The bodybuilders, girls who want real musculature. Though women never really do hunk up the way men do. Not they way they do, for sure! Dave and Sergei, gorgeous guys, youll see. Really ripped! They demonstrate which muscles are stressed by which exercise by pointing to their own bodies, and then its all perfectly clear. Sergei was a runner-up in a regional Mr. Universe contest."
"Shouldnt I use that locker room? I mean, how will Jennifer or Bea feel, seeing my name up there with theirs, CARL!" He spelled it out. "Wont they feel a little uneasy?"
"Not at all, CORAL." She spelled it out, and Carl heard her shocked, realizing for the first time what it was Adrienne had actually said. Despite himself hed been rechristened! "Thats what theyll see on your locker, and thats who theyll see getting dressed and undressed. You think you resemble Dave or Sergei? I dont think so, Coral. No way!"
Carl decided he should try to put his foot down, again. "Well, Id be uneasy dressing and undressing in front of the women here, Callista. I should share space with the other men." Callista shook her head. "No, honey. Trust me, theyre not for you. You dont want to."
"Well, first of all, you arent here for bodybuilding, youre here for body shaping. So Im your trainer, they arent. But secondly, weve all been briefed, we all know that you were born male even though without much talent for it. Dave and Sergei know. One look at your body and theyd be leaning into you relentlessly. Hitting on you. Wanting you to develop your body their way. And you wouldnt want that now, I dont think. Maybe later, but you arent ready." There were too many people here making decisions for him! Pushing him away from the enhanced masculinity he hoped for, pushing him toward its opposite! And now, discouraging him from becoming all the hunk he could be? "And why not?" Carl now sounded annoyed, sarcastic even.
Callista spoke gently. "Because theyre gay, Coral. Theyre gay and theyre strong, and theyre willful, and they like thin, femme men! They love them in fact! If they ever got you alone naked in a locker room or shower, theyd take you in their manly arms and when they finished with you your asshole would be gaping wider than your mouth and leaking so much cum youd have to change tampons two or three times just to get out of the building. Probably youd need to use two together just to stop the flow -- theyre incredibly well-hung, Ive seen them when some guys gotten them all excited. You go there, theyll use your rear end and guts for a cum sponge -- youll soak them up, then get squeezed and hung out until tomorrow. Youll be their queen for a day every day youre here. I dont say you wouldnt get to love it, but is that what you want right now? Are you ready for that yet, honey?" Carl had no answer.
"Then lets get under way. Strip down please, Coral, I want to see you in the buff, see what it is were dealing with here." Feeling somewhat helpless, entrapped even, Carl did as he was told. Callista would now be the only woman apart from Carol whod ever seen him naked. Apart from his mother, of course. He felt embarrassed, but this at least was what he was here for, so an expert could look him over and decide on an exercise regimen. When he was finally utterly naked, he tried standing tall, not crouching down as hed done when Carol had caught him in a girly pose. His hands fluttered in front of his dangling penis nevertheless. Callista studied him with a thoroughly professional eye. "Hmmm!" she said. "Not too bad. Size 10 Id say, could be an 8. A little buildup in the right placesll go a long way toward giving you the svelte figure every girl wants. Well see about putting some meat here and there."
She stepped forward and put her hands on either side of his hips, then shocked him by moving closer still, cupping his rear end, and lifting his buttocks. She was strong, no one to mess with, Carl realized -- her hand muscles felt like iron. She pulled his crotch to hers, Carl started to get an erection. That wasnt right! But it was only to feel how firm his thigh muscles could get while resisting her, he realized when she let go, leaned away, and wrote something on a clipboard.
Then just as Carl had done himself yesterday -- was it only yesterday? -- she lifted the skin on his chest up and away from his ribs with her fingertips and palpated his nipples. An erotic shock triggered through him! Suddenly she dropped them again and stepped back.
"Yes!" she said conclusively. "Youll shape up fine. Just lovely. Today we work on body tone, build a good foundation for you to grow on, special attention to pecs, thighs, and buns. Here! Use this for your workouts. Everyone here wears the same costume, the same leotard, all of them just like this except for the color. We dont want some of our ladies flaunting $3000 Donna Karen outfits while others feel inferior in droopy cotton tank suits. These stretch and help shape everyone."
She handed him a pink and black leotard. Cotton and spandex, the label said. Carl looked at it closely. He was now wary about questioning or resenting any health club arrangements -- each protest seemed to reveal only that things were worse than he imagined. So he merely asked, "Pink? You think thats my color?" Callista said nothing. I suppose she expected a question like that, Carl told himself. So instead he continued, "I cant get into this. Its hardly larger than my hand!"
Which was true. The leotard looked designed for a doll. "Oh, youll get into it. Its stretchy, has to be so itll hold you firm in all the right places. And show you off in all the right places too. youll feel naked, yet covered. We build a girls pride in her self-image as well as her body, from Day One." Carl poked his feet through the leg holes and drew it up. Sure enough, it actually stretched enough to fit around his hips and past his waist. Snug, not binding. Like being hugged. "Tuck yourself, havent you ever done that before? Oh, yes, yesterday morning I hear! Thats what youll do all the while you still have them. The fabric down theres quite firm, itll hold your things in place even when you spread your legs wide to wrap them around beach balls, stretch your tendons the way women need to stretch them to get their legs around their men and ride them. Now poke your arms and head through this back opening here and let the sleeves slide up to your shoulders. See? Dont you love the way you look now? So very feminine!" Carl saw that the fabric intended to cover his breasts was sewn into large circles, each padded in its bottom hemisphere. He looked up at her.
"A girl needs shape, honey. Youre a girl here, remember? And I told you, this isnt only a leotard, its an all-in-one shaper. Pull it tight! Thats it! Fine! See, no gaff needed, this leotard handles that nicely. Good. Now pull your chest into those circles. Also fine! With that thin waist youve got, your breasts arent too bad even now, theyre actually shapely! Now lets go join the class, its probably formed."
Carl looked down. Once again, he had bulges where women have breasts, and further down nothing intruded on the smooth hillock between his belly and his crotch. Like a trussed up and tricked out version of himself yesterday morning, not at all himself, Carl allowed himself to be led down a short corridor into a gymnasium. There a dozen or so women were standing and chatting with each other, all of them wearing similar leotards, some plump, some nicely proportioned. All of them with smooth crotches where their legs joined, of course. Carl suddenly felt elated! It was like walking into a Sports Illustrated! The breast support stitchery that gave Carls flat chest every essential advantage provided the real women with all sorts of luxurious endowments. Awesome, Carl thought, staring.
"Youll be fine, go with the flow," Callista said, amused by his transfixed gaze. She seemed to know just what was on his mind. "Ladies, this is Coral, shes come to join us!" she announced loudly.
Various women turned to look at Carl, and apparently saw only a woman. "See? No problem," Callista said. "Ill come back when the sessions done." She disappeared.
Barefoot like the rest of them, Carl walked forward to join the others just as the instructor in front called them all to order. Each woman chose a spot on the floor as her own, and warmups and stretches began. Not very arduous. The girl just in front of Carl was a dish, with a minuscule waist and sensational, voluptuous rear end. Its globes undulated even while she stood still, her hands on outspread hips, shifting her weight from one leg to the other, listening to instructions. Carl found himself hypnotized by its movements. He began to worry about his erection untucking itself. This doesnt have to be half-bad, he thought. There are advantages. Maybe I shouldnt worry about this female impersonation thing they want from me. Maybe I wont quit right away. Give it half a chance!
During a brief break, a woman next to Carl introduced herself. She turned out to be "Bea," Carls -- or "Corals" -- locker neighbor. Bea made some self-deprecating remarks about her own generous figure, her curvacious, full-bodied breasts and hips. Her husband had suggested she do something about them, and she had agreed, and that was why she was here for the third time in two years. What they make you do here works, she told Carl, but you have to keep at it! Carl made some reassuring noises in his throat. She admired Carls figure -- "Why are you here, honey? Surely not to lose more weight! Youre a lamp post!" Carl explained how his spouse had suggested it, that hed been ill recently and needed to be built up. Hed prefer her abundant curves to his own skeletal straight lines. She appreciated the sentiment and felt desolated by his illness, and she consoled him on his thin physique. "Youll have a gorgeous figure in no time, Coral," she said. "Just wait!" Lots of women would kill to have your waist!" They were feeling quite friendly when their next exercises began. During their next break Bea stared at Carls head, reached for his hair, and ruffled it just a little. "Coral, I love your hair," she said. "I just love it! I wish my face could tolerate hair cut that short! Its so cute, so tom-boyish. You ever think of giving it a little curl? The way its layered it would be so easy! Then slather on lots of eye goop and I bet youd be an absolute doll, men rolling over and dying at your feet! Tell you what! Before we leave this place today well stop at the salon and well each of us get a quick makeover -- I want to see how you look all done up, and I want an expert opinion whether I can wear my hair as short as yours! My treat!"
How to turn down that offer? Not easy. Not possible, Bea was a large, exuberant woman who did things her way. He couldnt. Carl wondered what a "makeover" might be -- a drink, a quick "pick-me-up" maybe?
The exercise pace picked up, and toward the end all of the women were perspiring freely and breathing deeply. The air was thick with a female, fermy smell, the smell of moist underarms and pussies. Im in pig heaven, Carl exulted! He checked out the half-dozen crotches turned toward him at that moment -- sure enough, each smooth vee shape had a dark stain spreading out from underneath. Each smooth hill, each nothing, soaked with sweat, maybe with other juices too? No anti-perspirants down there! Carl loved that smell. Carol had just promised he could once again bury his face in her, and he wanted to do that right now, the worst way. But instead he stood chatting with Bea. Bea always spoke with her whole body, shoulders in motion, chest waving, hips weaving, hands gesturing wide and loose wristed. Carl figured he might as well toss his hands about like that too -- that was an easy enough "gender-specific enhancement" of the kind Adrienne had suggested. So he began imitating her. Limp-wristed, flapping his arms among all these heavy-breathing women, supposedly one of them. This isnt too hard! he thought. He began to feel as if he belonged, a nice feeling!
Callista reappeared. "A good session, Coral?" she asked with a wry smile, as if she knew how hed be feeling at this moment. "Do I sense that youre less uncertain about this than you were? That you feel you can fit in after all?"
Bea broke in. "Callista! Coral and I want to go home in full glory today! Do you think you could arrange for the salon to fit us in for quick makeovers, both of us?"
Callista glanced at Carl, who said nothing. "Im sure," she replied as they walked down the corridor toward their lockers. "Ill see to it. When women look good they feel good, and thats what were here for. Coral, if youre planning to visit the salon may I snap a picture of you when theyve got you looking especially pretty?"
A picture of him looking "pretty"? No way! Carl said not a word. But Callista just stood there and waited for his reply. And waited. Carl tried to ignore her, but the silence only grew thicker.
Bea broke in. "Oh of course you can, Callista! Ill want a copy too, so I can think some more about getting a short hairdo like hers. Its really darling! And so practical! And imagine it with just a bit of curl! Hmmm!" Bea began studying Carls head again.
"Coral?" Callista continued to look at him.
There was nothing for it. "Yes, of course, Callista!" Carl said. He was feeling pressured again! Maybe he really should end this masquerade, today! It wasnt worth all the hassle! He edged toward deciding hed do just that.
"Lovely! Then if some morning you arent here when were expecting you, I can post your picture on our bulletin board with your address, so anyone who lives nearby can look in to see if anythings wrong. Thats an extra incentive for you to maintain a perfect attendance record, dont you think? Knowing we all think of you as one of us, and that we all care, were all concerned for each other? Dont you feel like one of us now?" Again Callista waited for a reply. "Yes, just like one of the girls," Carl said finally. What could he say to Carol now about his reluctance to return to this place? He had to return. If he didnt, theyd track him down like some truant schoolboy! Or rather, schoolgirl!
"Thats what I wanted to hear," Callista beamed. "I was waiting to hear that, honey! Welcome, really and truly! Here, youll want to use this cologne every day, it has such a fresh, flowery aroma, and it lasts and lasts on your skin, through shower after shower. I use it all the time youve probably noticed. I love it! You will too. Keep the bottle, my compliments. All my girls use this scent, I have it specially made up. Its like a secret society I.D. We can always tell who we are anywhere, any time, even in the dark. One of my girls thinks it got her a raise and promotion, because her boss is one of my girls too and uses the same fragrance. Its a lovely scent, and helps us feel so much more desireable. Wear it always."
As they stripped for their showers -- the womens lockers at FormFit had private shower stalls -- Callista managed to block Beas view of Carl at the crucial moment. Then while Bea was still under her shower and Carl was dressing she told him in a low voice to ask the salon to shave or wax his body hair -- the hair-everywhere Italian peasant look was passe. Hed better make himself smooth, hairless, or sooner or later one of the other women would wonder why he wasnt. Carl could only nod. As Bea emerged, Callista was telling Carl yet another reason why she wanted to take Corals picture. It was worse that hed feared.
"Itll be the Before of a marvelous "Before" and "After" set. So we can all see for ourselves how youll change over the next few months. You wouldnt believe how some of my girls develop while theyre here! They never really believe itll happen, but it does! Ill go make the arrangements at the salon now." Carl saw that Beas breasts were monumental, swollen to bursting in her brassiere cups. They waved in Carls face like huge balloons as she pulled on her skirt, talking the whole time. She told him how impressed she was by his sense of style, the way he carried out his tomboy look by wearing a mans jogging suit just a little too large for his figure. "It does emphasize your femininity by contrast," she marveled. "But skin-tight would do it even better!" She said it again as they walked into the salon and were directed into adjacent chairs while their beauticians loitered for instructions.
"One thing I must insist," she added. "Even a street urchin look like yours needs pierced ears -- clunky clip-ons arent becoming on thin girls. And you have such small lobes, Im sure you must lose your ear rings all the time! Well, not any more! You get your ears pierced this very day, its time! Marge, youll do that for Coral, wont you?"
"Youll be so glad afterward, Coral, trust me, its so much less bother! And you do need some curl too, a little softness. A permanent maybe, since obviously you dont like to fuss. Youll love that too! No more need to set or blow-dry -- just fluff with your fingers and away you go! OK? Dont worry, Marge understands, shell take care of it. And have you ever thought about semi-permanent make-up too, Coral? Say, at least a dye eye liner, thats ideal for a girl who doesnt really want to bother. And tattoo a new lip line, something more generous, a little more pouty, not too red?"
"No!" Carl finally got in edgewise. This woman was like an express train! He spoke firmly. "I dont want that! Any of it!" He tried to get out of his chair, but Marge had tipped it way back to begin washing it, so he couldnt. He merely wriggled. Bea held up her hand as if to fend off Carls objections. "All right, nothing permanent! I suppose your natural look has a certain freshness! And its fun to surprise yourself with other looks too, sometimes. So all right, just ordinary street make-up this time, Marge. But you must do me another favor, Coral. As soon as we leave here, theres a lovely new boutique in this very mall, Yvettes, and youve got to stop with me there even if only for a few minutes. I wont hear of No! Well try on just a few things, both of us. Really, a slim girl like you should show herself off more boldly, the world deserves to enjoy the sight. And just because your bosom is a little ... lean doesnt mean you can go braless ever! There are bras nowadays that do wonders for girls with your kind of figure! I wont let you leave Yvettes without one!"
Carl felt swept away. Bea was one of those take-charge types, the kind always elected to chair whatever committees and boards theyre on, because they dominate the discussions and run things anyhow. They get things done. Now she was getting Carl done. Carl kept muttering that he had to get right home, he was already running late, sorry, maybe some other .... But Bea never heard such nonsense, none of it, it wouldnt take that long, any of it! "Coral, do your husband a favor! Hell be delighted, youll see!
Married to a living doll!"
Carl suddenly realized that his "makeover" would convert him into a living doll. Pierced ears? A perm? Suddenly terrified, he began to thrash to climb out of his chair -- the hell with whatever the consequences, the hell with whatever this woman might think! But just then three young women bore down on him. There was no nonsense to their movements, Callista had asked them to fit both Bea and Coral into their busy schedules and theyd agreed, so they had to work fast, no fussy indecision now, just sit back, Maam, please! Now! Please!!
Carl had no choice -- too violent a protest would raise embarrassing questions. One hairdresser rolled his short hair up on tight rods and sprayed fluids on it while a stylist put make-up everywhere on his face, even plucking his brows, and a third girl did his nails up as long red ovals. In very little time his appearance was transformed, swiftly and expertly, each by specialists. Their gender-specific enhancements overwhelmed him, not a trace of masculinity survived. He saw in the mirror that hed become one more impeccably groomed woman. Bea meanwhile kept him distracted by asking him, then advising him, then informing the different stylists what he wanted, until he had no idea what each woman was doing to him. At one point they took him into a back room and covered his legs and chest with hot wax and then strips of cloth, then pulled them off! "More next time, honey," was all they said in apology for his pain. They then soothed his skin with unguents and oils, followed by sprays of Callistas signature cologne. He smelled like a flower shop! He was not reassured when they told him that this scent soaks into skin and survives all sorts of scrubbing.
When they were done, Carl did indeed look like a living doll. Callista grinned with great satisfaction as she took her snaps, shot after shot, chanting "Youre gorgeous, look as if you know it!" and "Beautiful!" and "Just lovely, that turn of your head, hold it!" and "Push out your chest a little more, honey, would you?" Carl looked so delicately feminine, and felt so little in control of his life, that he then meekly followed Bea to several different boutiques as if he were not a mere new-found friend but Beas dutiful daughter.
Two hours later still Carl was altogether unrecognizable when he tried to sneak into his house by the back door. He hoped to rush up to the bathroom and shower and shampoo and scrub himself, to try to recover the man hed been. But just as he swung the door open Carol came out carrying kitchen trash. They suddenly confronted each other face to face, not two feet apart. And stared! What Carol saw was a young woman wearing dramatically dark eye make-up that gave her huge eyes a sly, come hither look, wicked intentions belied by the innocent red flower of her lips. Her brows were arched high and thin, and thin gold hoops dangled prettily from her ear lobes. Her hair was a puffed out mass of little curls shaped somehow to hug her cheeks. A doll, yet dressed in a short-skirted business suit, somehow looking efficient despite her pretty appearance.
For a moment Carol wondered who this young woman was standing by their back door with a furtive, shocked expression, half-crouched as if to flee. She looked decent enough. Was she an inexperienced saleswoman making her first ever door-to-door house call? A solicitor for some charity? Some kind of chic Jehovahs Witness, caught out in the act of witnessing? Unlikely, she was wearing a light, flowery but sexy perfume. Was she a tastefully dressed door-to-door hooker?
"Can I help you?" she inquired rather impatiently. And out of the girls pretty red mouth came her husbands voice, sounding mournfully playful. "I dont know, Carol. I hope so!" Having been discovered, Carl had decided abruptly that his best option was to suppress his embarrassment and overcome his humiliation by ignoring it, by adopting a relaxed, bemused manner. Taking it all in stride. Making a game of it. Life had played a practical joke on him, but Bea and everyone else had been well-meaning the whole time, so he should be a good sport and share the fun. "What do you think?" he added. And he straightened up, stood back, cocked one hip into a girlish pose, and tried to smile. Carol stared. Now she saw that this young woman was also wearing neatly turned pumps with low heels. At Beas insistence Carl had bought a pair of Nike Pumps for Ladies on the Go, because they could be worn with socks for jazzercise workouts or slipped on with hosiery for a dressier look. It sank in that the prettily groomed face in front of her had just spoken with her husbands voice. Carols mind was momentarily paralyzed.
As she stared, Carls jewel-red fingertips fled to his lips in embarrassment. Nowhere to hide his hands either, so brazen it out. Explain it all to her as soon as possible. But explain what? Carol just kept looking. This was Carl? Carl was somehow inside this woman? Her new push-up bra formed her small breasts into a cleft that graced the front of her blouses low-swooping neckline and pushed her suit jacket fetchingly forward a quite respectable distance. Her chest as far down as Carol could see it was as hairless, smooth, and glowing peachy pink as her face, and her legs were long and lithe under her short skirt. This was her husband? She finally saw through the womans subtly applied make-up and recognized her husbands unmistakable facial conformations. This was Carl! Carl who had gone off to "FormFit" a compliant man who probably wanted to become a woman, or at least to look like one, but didnt know it. Whod intended to use FormFit only to recover his strength. And now Carl had returned a woman, or the exact image of one! Her husband had gone the distance in only one morning! After none of the cautious testing of intentions shed discussed with Maddy. Almost none. How could they have misjudged so utterly the strength of his desire to be feminine, his need to yield to that desire? Just touch it and his masculinity had crumbled away!
Still shocked, she was about to ask "What in the world!? Who did this to you? Why did you let them?" when she realized that those were the wrong questions, theyd undermine what was certainly an unstable self-confidence. And the answers were obvious, anyhow. FormFit, the Health Club for Women had done this to him. Because as she and Maddy had suspected, he really did want it to happen! If he hadnt wanted it to happen he wouldnt have allowed it to happen. But he did allow it! My God, but he must have wanted it so very badly! Why hadnt she seen it before? It should have been obvious to her way back, when she first knew him as a shy boy loitering on the edge of her sorority, looking wistfully at all girls. Wanting to be one of them!
Case closed. But how to live with this new man? This new woman. Hes a girl, Carol was thinking. Every girl needs praise, compliments. This is who he is, and now hes willing to show it to the world, and thats what I wanted. Hes probably terrified. So first of all, he needs praise, encouragement, reassurance! And protection against backsliding.
"Come in, honey! You look scrumptious, have you any idea at all? I love your hair, I should have insisted that you get it permed and curled years ago! Did you have a good workout this morning?" Take it all for granted, she decided. If her husband really did want to be a woman or live like one shed accept it, for now. Thats what shed told Maddy, and thats what shed do. Shed decide later whether she could accept everything that went with it. Living with him as a woman could be fun, but could she sleep with him as a woman? Make love to him as a woman? Maybe some of the time. But to only a woman? For the rest of her life? Never again to be with a man? That was a question!
But all that for later. Here was her darling, so terribly unsure of himself that he was pretending there was nothing different at all, nothing wrong. Total denial in reverse. Her heart went out to him.
"Carol, I...They...." Carl drew a deep breath and decided to try again. He was still using the high, thin, stressed voice Adrienne had recommended. "Carol, this place Maddy recommended, FormFit? When I got there they told me it was only for women!" He stopped.
That was a beginning, but what to say next?
Carol decided to ease his predicament. "So I see, sweetheart! So you decided that since you were there you might as well be a woman, use makeup and get your ears pierced and come home wearing that darling suit, and everything else? Is that it?" Too sarcastic, she said to herself, ease back. "I mean, you felt odd there and wanted to fit in? And now you do fit in? And now you want to stay this way for a while?"
"I think I have to," Carl said simply, a little mournfully.
So Carol replied, with infinite gentleness. "You have to be a woman? Is that it, baby? Are you a woman now? Is that what you want?" Then she added hastily, "Theres nothing wrong with that! Some of my best friends feel that way! I feel that way! Its marvelous, really!"
Carl felt vaguely alarmed. The last thing he wanted was for Carol to accept him as what he looked like, no more nor less. It was all a mistake! Begin again! "Ah no, honey, not exactly. Well, I do, I fit in I mean, because everyone there thinks I am. That Im female, I mean. All the other women think so. Not the staff, they know better, but the women I exercise with, I mean, they think so." Hes found a voice finally, Carol noted to herself. She waited. "I made friends with one woman, her name is Bea, shes very ... aggressive you could say. Well, Bea thought I was dressed sort of plain for my shape and my looks, for a girl I mean, and she wanted to see what I was like all dolled up, so she took me around and ... she dolled me up. She was doing me a favor, she thought. Its hard to stop someone like Bea once she gets going." Carol was about to ask more about this Bea, but decided to go slow. Stay with the game plan. Keep signalling that she saw nothing wrong or extraordinary. He must certainly be feeling strange at this moment!
But just look at him! So feminine! In only one morning! "Dolled you up indeed! You do look like a living doll, really, honey. You must feel so pleased! But thats not what matters. What matters is, did you enjoy your morning? Will you be going back tomorrow? And the next day? You think youll keep doing this? I guess you mean to. Because look at you!"
Carl did feel ambivalent about going back. He felt used, discomposed, pressured, vulnerable. This getting gussied up to look female was embarrassing. He had no choice but to live it down, so thats what he was doing, but his manliness felt diminished. How do I get back to being a man from where I am now? he asked himself. Not by going back to FormFit, that was certain! But do I have a choice?
He recalled all those moist, perspiring womens bodies, all wide open to his gaze in all sorts of postures, some so provocative his cock had several times nearly burst out from between his legs. As scantily-dressed as many of the Sports Illustrated models, and all in motion, stretching and writhing, and they were all real, un-self-conscious, none of them posing artificially! He recalled all those wet crotches soaked with perspiration and who knows what else by the end of the session. He loved that musky fragrance. Carol hadnt let him near her for how long now? Quit all that? Another thing too. All his life hed been an outsider among the girls whod befriended him, one of them and privy to their secrets, but not one of them, unable to share their inmost feelings. Separated from them by his gender and by his utter inexperience with the things that most concerned them, feminine appearances, things like that. There was a kind of satisfaction, he realized, in being an insider. Being one of them. Fitting in. Being taken in as a full-fledged member of the sorority. Carl felt ashamed yet pleased as that realization washed over him. For once, he belonged!
But as he knew, as hed realized when Bea had left him and whirled away to her own other schemes for the day and he could begin looking for a way out, there was no way out. Not for the present. He had no choice. If he didnt return, Callista would post his picture and his address, and all sorts of neighboring women would stop by the house in sympathy to ask why "Coral" wasnt there, was she ill? Only to discover that Coral was Carl, a deceptive snake, a male peeper who had invaded their territory by pretending to be female. Carol wouldnt escape their anger, shed encouraged the fraud, after all. He realized that any time he missed a session, hed have to spend the rest of that day dressed and made up, ready to receive well-meaning visitors, if only for Carols sake. And every time he went hed have to be dressed and made up too, or Callista and Bea would both wonder why!
Finally he had to say something, so he did, still in the stressed womans voice hed used all morning. "Yes, I enjoyed it. Its good exercise, I guess. Ill keep going a little longer. I think I have to go there now!"
Apparently so, Carol thought. Poor dear!
Carl took the bull by the horns. "Carol, honey, I know I look a little odd. Its very strange. They told me in the FormFit office that Id need to wear gender-specific-enhancements they call them, things like these that only women wear, so no one will think Im not a woman. Not all at once of course, like now. But Bea kept urging me to try one thing and then another, and I couldnt say No or shed have wondered why, and if I were a real woman my excuses would have sounded pretty feeble, and there we were in the salon, and, and then there we were shopping, and one thing led to another. I couldnt help it."
Carol nodded, as if what hed just said made perfect sense. "You couldnt help it," she repeated. "I know what thats like." Shed have to meet this "Bea." This rival for her husband. No, that wasnt it, this girlfriend of her new girlfriend. Did she owe her thanks, or something else?
He was still making excuses though, she took note. Despite his appearance, despite his willingness, he was still denying his true nature to himself. Still resisting his own self-acceptance. It was happening altogether too fast for him.
"I better change back before anyone else sees me. Change back as far as I can, I mean. How do I get these nails off? If I wash my hair, will my curls come out?"
Settle him down, be truthful, Carol told herself. "No honey, thats the beauty of it," she said, a little sadly. The poor dear has no idea whats in store! "When you wash a perm, the curls soften a little, but theyre always there, even when your hairs dripping wet. Now you really are my curly girly, arent you? Thats what youll be till your hair grows out." She smiled and waited. Hell need to get used to the idea, realize for himself why women get perms, realize thats why thats what theyre called. "Really, honey, I love it! Its very becoming!" Carl was not as disturbed as he might have expected. It had occurred to him anyhow that if he undid his face and his hairdo, if it were possible to undo them, hed only have to re-do something like them again each morning. Or else answer all sorts of questions. He had to return to FormFit every morning with those photos threatening exposure if he didnt, and he had to look curled and coiffed, the way Bea had left him, or else somehow explain why to both Bea and Callista. He did want to return to FormFit hed decided, if only for that all-girl floor show. Almost incidentally, it occurred to him that hed been warned that his piercings had to heal with his ear rings in them. If he removed them, would the holes infect?
Carol saw those thoughts cross his face and smiled to herself. He doesnt want to change back even though he says he does, she thought.
"Oh, pooh, dont change a thing now," Carol said. Shed heard his essential confession, that hed enjoyed it, he liked being a woman among women. Obviously he wanted to look like the rest of his kind. That was enough for now. Id better just let it ride, she thought. Let him enjoy his transformation. "Ive got lunch ready, Carl. Just sit down and well talk some more about this new ... interest of yours. That suit really is lovely, incidentally, I hope it gives you many years of pleasure. The blouse youre wearing with it is just perfect! Youre really very pretty now, honey! Take pride in that! I think with your pierced ears, and your new face, and with ... other things, I think from now on people are going to assume at a glance that youre a woman whatever you decide to wear. What do they call you at FormFit, honey? Not Carl, surely."
"Coral," he replied. "It sounds like my name, only its two syllables I think, and it spells more like your name." "Coral! My curly Coral! Well, if youre a woman at FormFit, thats what youll have to be, I guess. Why not here too? Itll probably be a lot easier, and you dont seem to mind. Do you?" Carl stared at her. He did but he didnt. What could he say?
"Youve come such a long way in just one morning. Come in now, baby. Settle in, well have lunch in just a minute. But I need to make a phone call first."
Maddy was home. Carol described Carls extraordinary return from FormFit, and Maddy couldnt believe what she was hearing. "What?" she kept interrupting. "Hes had what done to him?" "Hes wearing what?" And finally, "Marvelous! Youre a genius! Keep him there, Carol, Ill be right over!"
"Maddy, do you think you should? Come by, I mean? I mean, hes a little embarrassed even for me to see him this way. Hed still change back in a minute, if he thought he could. Hes feeling a little trapped!"
"Carl thinks he can still be a man? Let him think that. But Carol, honestly now, think about it, when did he ever really resemble a man? A real man, I mean, one of those guys you used to go with. No, dont let him change a thing! I want to see him the way he is, just the way he sees himself now."
"Maddy, I really do think its a little risky. Hell sink through the floor with embarrassment when anyone who knows him sees him looking so ... effeminate!"
Im sure of it! Remember Scott, when he got found out and had to face it? Thats why I want to see him, to help him accept himself for what he is! Lock him in! Let him get used to it, what other people think, other people knowing, let him know that its no big deal. Welcome him! Establish his social identity as a woman in his own mind as soon as possible, so hell be afraid to back away, so he wont feel obliged to hide out in his so-called male identity the way hes been doing, not ever again! So itll simply be more convenient for him to keep living as a woman. We need for more women to see him. Your Garden Club meets at your house this afternoon, doesnt it?"
"Yes, it does. Oh, Maddy, what are you suggesting? That would be so cruel!"
"No, not at all. It would be a kindness! Now that hes come this far, it would be more cruel to let him shilly shally, ashamed of what he is and what he isnt! Once he knows that all your friends know what he is, and that they dont mind, that they like him that way, hell worry less about it. Maybe even feel proud of it. Proud to be accepted. He wont be accepted right away of course, but itll happen, youll see. As long as you keep him in skirts, keep him on our side of the great divide. And Carol?" "Yes?"
"Now is when you should give him the juiciest reward you can think of! Right away! Right now! So he knows youre pleased, really turned on by what hes doing, what he looks like. Not at all ashamed, rather the reverse! That you love him for it! Then hell want more, to please you more! Thats whats called contingent reinforcement. The carrot, remember? So welcome him to his new gender in your own special way!"
Carol considered. Itd been months, maybe. Physically he was well enough. And Carl couldnt be more eager to get laid than right now. "Maddy, if Im going to reward him, youd better wait a half-hour before you come over, OK? Maybe an hour." Maddy was amused. "I understand. All right. Are you sure you dont want me to come over and help?"
"Oh, Maddy! No, but do plan to join us for lunch afterward, in about an hour, OK? I hope youre right. Poor Carl! The whole Garden Club? Well, at least he couldnt look nicer for them. This Bea put him into such a cute gray suit with a short skirt, and a darling blouse!"
"Im dying to see! Pantyhose or stockings and a garter belt?"
"I cant tell yet. Why, does it matter?"
"No. Its just that pantyhose are plain womens wear and garter belts are often fetish gear for men. I was just wondering if along with everything else, hes trying to make himself look sexy for men."
"Maddy!!" Carol was stunned! The idea! Her curly Carl unfaithful to her? With a man?!
"Dont be so surprised, Carol honey! You know the kinds of fantasies you like to indulge about hunky guys, youve mentioned them a few times, how harmless those fantasies are and so forth. Well, now youre finally finding out something about Carls secret fantasies, arent you? That hed like to be a Sports Illustrated swimsuit model, or a Cosmo girl with a Cosmo girls figure, that hes ready to wear bras at the drop of a suggestion. That his preferred name is Coral. That he leaps into skirts and goes to beauty parlors when the first woman nods her head at him? All that must mean something, mustnt it? Well, fantasying what it would be like with a man, to want to look attractive to men, that goes with the rest of it, doesnt it?"
"I guess," Carol said reluctantly.
"And you do want to be equal partners, dont you? Youve told me that often enough! If youre both women, and one of you takes a ... romantic interest in some man, wouldnt that justify the other doing the same?" Now that suggestion, Maddy grinned to herself, is positively Satanic! I do surprise me!
Carol hadnt thought of it that way. The men in my fantasy life might mean thereve been men in Carls too. Could Carl have had an experience with a man at one time? If Carl wants one for real some day, therell probably be one in my future too. I dont know there wont be one waiting for me anyhow when Carls erections go dormant. Then itd be only fair there should be one in Carls too! Imagine, a man in Carls future and one in mine! In Corals I mean. This is so confusing! The worlds so different now! "I guess," Carol replied slowly, trying to imagine her Carl folded lovingly in the muscular arms of one of her fantasy lovers. "Sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander." "Go enjoy him while hes still a gander," Maddy advised. "Ill see you in an hour." She hung up.
Carol put down the phone and went looking for Carl. Hed hung up his suit jacket neatly and was sitting in the living room in his blouse and skirt, once again turning over the pages of a "Cosmopolitan." He looked up as she came in. "Youre right!" he said gloomily. "A perm is permanent. They keep talking here about letting them grow out or shaving them off, or getting a wig to cover them. These girls all have perms, it says. But none of them look as curly as me! How come?"
"Some are light perms, body perms theyre called. But mainly these girls set their hair on big rollers, baby. Permanent waves add body so a girls hair can be shaped big, thick and luxuriant, so it can soak up all sorts of conditioners, look straight, even hug her head like a large fur hat. With setting gels and hair sprays you can shape permed hair to curve instead of curl. But thats a lot of extra bother. Are you sure you want to look like one of those girls? I think your styles sweet just as it is. Really, honey, I love it!"
Carl looked up at his wife. He was feeling a little trapped. "Maybe Ill get it set on rollers. At least try to look a little more like me. The way I was!" His face grew longer and even more mournful. Im a freak! he was thinking. A laughing stock! Why did I let this happen?
Was he starting to cry? Carol was startled. She decided to take instant action, and walked toward her husband, undoing her blouse with each step. Then she sat down in his lap with her arms around his neck. "If you want to look like those girls, honey," she said, "you just say the word! Well see to it that you do! Well see that you look just like any girl you want to be!
Just as pretty as any! OK?"
She kissed his nose. Then she picked up his hand and placed it inside her blouse, on the warm soft breast inside her bra. Its satin, she reminded himself. He loves stroking satin. I wonder what his bras like. She felt a nudge under her bottom as his erection tried to rise through the constraint of his skirt. Fine! Coming along fine.
"Feeling better now?"
Carl closed his eyes and felt for her nipple tip and began to stroke it. "Yes, Carol, a little." How long had it been since shed allowed him this close? Hed better make the most of it while it lasted. He cupped her breast and pulled her head down, and kissed her. It was odd for both of them. Her head was over his, like a mans. She wasnt wearing lipstick, he was. She kissed him again, then licked his lips.
"I love you like this," she said. "We should have done this years ago."
"It seems like years," Carl conceded.
"I mean we should have made you pretty. I like you pretty. Dont you?"
Carl considered what she was saying. Has all this exposed a previously unsuspected kink in Carol? Is Carol turned on by kissing women? Nothing wrong with that, as long as the womans me, but its something I better keep in mind. Whatever turns her on is better than nothing! Maybe shell feel especially loving whenever I dress up to go to FormFit each morning?
He decided to test the notion. "I suppose I do like looking pretty, yes. Though I feel ridiculous. You dont think so? What do I look like?"
"A pretty girl." She kissed him full on the mouth. "I love it!"
She kissed him again. "And it isnt in the slightest ridiculous! Think about it. You walked home. Did anyone you passed think you were anything other than a pretty girl?" She kissed him yet again. Carls heart began to melt. "I dont know about pretty. But a few women smiled at me as they came past me. And a few men were checking me out, the way men do. No one laughed." "How about the salesgirls where you bought your clothes?" For the first time since his return, Carl smiled. "Not a clue," he said with a little triumph in his voice. "Of course Bea kept chattering at them, so they never really looked close." "So you arent ridiculous, are you? Youre pretty! Arent you?"
"Yes, I guess."
Carl saw there was nothing for it but to humor her. If now and then she wanted to enjoy a romantic session with a pretty girl, thats what hed be for her! "Im pretty," he said. "Yes, you are!" And she leaned forward to kiss him yet again. But this time the way a man would kiss him. She thrust her tongue into his mouth and began to move it in and out between his lips. Tongue-fucking him. And he submitted to it! In fact he found himself a little breathless when she backed off and gazed into his dark, shadowed, bewildered, somewhat helpless, huge eyes. By heavens, she thought, hes ready to spread his legs for me right now! Maybe Maddy wasnt altogether wrong, hinting there might be a man in his future! The idea was appalling but also exciting! But first hed need to be more of a woman, to accept himself as he was and enjoy it, as every woman does. She kissed his newly pierced ear lobe, thinking, the poor darling, it must have hurt him, he must have been desperate to have it done! For how many months? Or years? No matter, its done now, and that hoop is so pretty!
Mix his desires together now. His desire for feminine things and his desire to be feminine and his desire for me. "Want to see me wearing only my brassiere?" she asked him, picking up on the previous night, when hed earned his first brassiere of his very own just by wearing it. And now look at him! "Yes," he replied, reflexively, as a growl from the bottom of his throat.
"Ill show you mine if youll show me yours!" Carl looked up, grinning ruefully. "You wont mock me?" he asked her.
The poor dear still felt so ashamed! Well, step by step! I want him to be proud! "Did I mock you last night? Far from it! Youre beautiful, baby! I love the way you look! And I want you! Now! Just the way you are! And as for bras, I dont care if you wear one always! If you want to, I want you to wear one always!" "Ive got nothing to put in them," Carl replied, trying to bring her back to her senses, to let her down gently from this homoerotic trip she was on.
"Well soon see," Carol said as she took his face into her two hands and kissed him on each eye, careful not to smudge, then again on the lips. Pressed her lips to his gently, this time. Hes wearing lip color and Im not, she was thinking. Hes more of a girl than I am right now. Still, hes my sweet Carl underneath, my Coral I guess. And I do want him to be happy. Even if hes a her.
"Coral," she said. She pronounced it distinctly with two syllables. "Coral honey, show me your bra!" She ran her delicate fingers over his chest. My goodness, she thought, my nails are mauve, and hes wearing one of those new rust colored shades. His nails are more fashionable than mine! My curly girls a woman of fashion! I wonder which colors are her favorites! She wants to play, Carl thought, pleased. Wonderful! I know where this can lead! "You show me first," he said with a grin. Carol immediately shrugged off her own blouse. Now she was sitting on his lap with her bra-clad breasts against his face. Time to suckle him, she said to herself, but lets just wait. We need to make more girl talk first, my hubby and me.
"Now yours, honey. Thats it."
A little ashamed, Carl unbuttoned his blouse.
"Why, thats not the same bra you were wearing last night!" Carol had surmised that at a glance when she first saw his cleft, but she wanted to hear him explain it, talk more about himself, this new person hed become.
"No, the girl in the store called it a push-up bra. A Wonder-Bra, thats its brand name. Its underwired like last nights, but its padded underneath, sort of catty-corner to push my skin together. Bea picked it out, just the thing for a skinny girl, she said. She did ask me what color I preferred." "And you chose the same color as your other bra! Thats so sweet! Same as the one I gave you! Thats two bras now. Do you have a preference?"
Carl decided the question was open, that Carol wasnt really asking which bra-giver he preferred, so he was momentarily thoughtful. The question was embarrassing, in a different way, because it called for an embarrassing revelation. "Thats hard to say," he replied finally. "This one gives me a cleft as if I really were ... what girls are, and it fills me out, so under my clothes I seem to have everything a girl should have, or anyhow two of them." He smiled slightly -- hed made a joke! "So I look better, I think. But with this Wonder Bra, the padding does cover my ... nipples, so I cant feel anything in them. In the other bra when theyre ... thrust forward they feel so ... so wonderful, so sexy!" Carol became equally thoughtful. "So what youre telling me is that you want both, honey? A full cleft, a womanly figure, and no padding?"
"I guess. If I have to dress like this to persuade people Im the real thing. Which is what it seems I now need to do, to use FormFits facilities and all. Though all I ever really wanted was ...."
Carol interrupted. "I heard you, honey. I know what you want, and I want what you want! And I love you, so Ill see that you get what you want!" Good heavens! she was thinking. Its like pulling teeth! He confesses his hearts desire, he wants real breasts, then he makes excuses, and then he starts denying all of it! It must be so difficult for him, coming out like this! Even coming out to me! Well, if he doesnt like padding and wont wait for his hormones to kick in, well have to get him breast implants. Carl had nothing more to say. Carol was still on his lap, each of them naked to the waist except for their brassieres. She kissed him on the nose. Then in an almost little-girl voice, she asked him, "Do you have panties to match your new bra, baby?" "Yes." For some reason Carl felt a little ashamed to confess it. Hed chosen them when Bead insisted that his mens style briefs wouldnt do, they werent feminine, he should dress more appropriately so he could feel more appropriate. His panties were also burgundy with lace edging, with a little spandex to keep his crotch smooth.
"Can I see?" Carol stood, and carefully adjusted an eagerly anticipating, appreciative look on her face. It was sincere enough, she realized. She really did wanted to check out this new Carl. It occurred to her that in a way he was becoming one of the figures of her dreams, the girlfriend of her romantic novels. The girl she sometimes imagined between her legs. And to think hed been that girl all along, too ashamed to show it! "Show me your seductive panties! Take it off, baby! Take it all off!" Carl stood up alongside her and unzipped his skirt. "Fold it neatly, honey. Youll want to look nice later, wont you."
Irrationally, Carl blushed. "I suppose," he said, not sure what she meant. Later? She smiled encouragingly but said nothing. She saw that he was wearing stockings and a garter belt, not pantyhose. Not a good sign, or maybe it was. Panties on top of both, not underneath. Worse, or maybe better. Dressed to look especially sexy. But panties on top for some guys convenience or for his own when he went to the bathroom? She decided to choose her words carefully.
"When a girl thinks shell want to remove her panties quickly -- say, on a date," she commented as if just musing allowed, "shell wear them over her garters and garter belts. The way you do. That gives her date access to her pussy with no fuss or lost time. Is that why youre wearing yours over your garters and stockings?" "Access to her pussy?" he repeated vaguely, looking at her, puzzled why she was asking. This was not a world he understood at all. The girls he knew had never mentioned such things in his presence. "I mean, when you put on your panties, were you planning to ... take them off again without getting all the way undressed, to do something ... intimate today with someone?"
Suddenly he realized what she was saying! How far did she mean to carry this nonsense? Oh! It was a joke! She was joking! So standing in his garter belt, bra, stockings, and pumps, he decided to joke back. He struck a seductive pose and rolled his hips, then smiled at her. "I was hoping to, Carol, yes. You never know when youll luck out! But right now youre my date, so youre the person with quick access to my pussy! Do you mean to take advantage of it?"
Now it was Carols turn to look bewildered. Access to his pussy? His asshole? They didnt own a dildo! What could he mean? He wants to be fucked, my God, thats what he means! Id better buy a strap-on of some kind and start using it on him before he goes shopping for a stiff prick somewhere else!
"Not today, honey. But I will, I promise you!"
"Thats good," Carl replied. Enough of this. He turned serious. "I put my panties on last, on top of everything else, at Beas suggestion. For convenience in peeing, she told me. She thought Id be better off with pantyhose, but I told her I needed to wear control panties, thats what they call then, panties with enough elasticity to hold me in. The saleswoman didnt think so, she said I was so thin that I didnt need anything of the kind. But I insisted. I mean, I need to stay tucked under and out of the way, dont I?"
Is he kidding himself? Carol wondered. Doesnt he know about control top pantyhose? Theyd hold him in, even though theyd make him less instantly fuckable. What did he have in mind really? "You insisted on buying and wearing these panties, Coral?" Carol spoke his name in two syllables again. "With all their girly lacy inserts and fringes? Their high rise legs?"
"Yes. I need them!" After he said it, he realized hed spoken with too much emphasis, as if he were addicted to them, had to have them or suffer terrible withdrawal symptoms. Which is exactly how Carol heard him.
"Thats all right, baby," she said. She kissed him again. "From now on, well see you get whatever you feel you need! But now its time to take them off."
"Time to come to bed, baby! Now!"
At last! Carl exulted! Whatever the strange mood Carol was in, whatever she seems to want from me, its worth it! If the sight of me in womens underwear turns her on, thats what I wear from now on!
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