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~Subject: All Dressed Up by Pat T.(01/02)
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All Dressed Up
by Pat T.
Being a dominant woman, I'm naturally attracted to passive
men. I like to wear the pants, so to speak, and love to
bend males to my whims.
Several months ago I was having a drink after work when I
noticed a man from the office staring at my shoes. They
were my highest heels, about 5", and were made of sparkling
red patent leather. They were darned uncomfortable, but I
put up with them because they were outrageously sexy.
I shifted my weight to give him a really good leg show, then
invited him to sit next to me. His mannerisms all pointed
to a submissive personality, so I asked him, Paul, to come
over the following night.
For the occasion I wore my black leather minidress, black
hose and the same pair of heels. Paul arrived exactly on
time, as I expected. After a few drinks we snuggled on the
sofa, and I allowed my dress to hike up even higher, As his
eyes popped out of his head I began my scheme-
"Paul, honey, do you like these shoes?" "Oh, yes." "Well
so do I. You know, I have a pair just like them that might
fit you. Would you be a doll and try them on for me? It
would really turn me on!"
He casually agreed, but the tent pole in his pants gave away
his excitement.
I brought out the shoes I had secretly bought for him and
handed them to him. Paul had already slipped off his
loafers and he bent over to put the shoes on. "Oh, no,
darling! You simply can't wear pumps like that without
stockings. Take off those nasty trousers and we'll get you
fixed up in a jiffy."
As I figured, he obeyed at once. His erection was even more
evident. "My, my. You certainly have hairy legs. I know
how to fix that. Just stay where you are." I brought out
my Lady Remington shaver and over his protests ran them over
his legs until they were as smooth as mine. I opened a
package of brown nylons and knelt down to put them on him.
He shivered as he experienced the wonderful sensation of
slipping stockings up bare legs for the first time. "We'll
need something to keep those up, honey. Take off your
shirt." I came up behind him and wrapped a black waist
cincher around his torso. I snapped him up and teasingly
slid the garters under his briefs.
I slowly gartered his stockings, pretending to fuss with the
garter tension and rubbing my hands up and down his legs
supposedly getting the wrinkles out. I quickly pulled down
his briefs and kissed his raging hard-on. His knees almost
buckled! Without saying a word I had him step out of the
briefs and into a pair of red nylon panties.
Finally I sat him down and slipped the pumps on his feet. I
had him try to stand, but naturally he couldn't handle the
heel height. I helped him get his balance and noticed his
panties were becoming soaked with pre-cum. I had to act
fast!
I wrapped a long-line bra around him, padded out the cups,
had him step into a half slip, then made him raise his arms
to don his first dress- and old prom gown of mine with a
sweetheart neckline and a short, puffy skirt.
He couldn't walk in his heels, yet, so I rolled over a full-
length mirror. He watched wide-eyed as I popped a long
black pageboy wig on his head.
"Oh, Paula! You make such a foxy girl!" I grabbed him and
ground my pelvis into his. He teetered charmingly on his
spike heels. Within a few seconds, as I expected, he came
in his panties. I pretended to be angry both because he had
soiled my panties and because he hadn't done anything to
satisfy me.
I threatened to throw him out just as he was. He whimpered
charmingly, promising to do anything I wanted if I let him
put his own clothes back on.
"Oh, all right you sissy. You can put those awful trousers
back on, but you're going to take my panties home and wash
them. You're also going to take those pumps home and learn
how to walk properly in them. From now on you'll be known
as 'Paula' and you'll address me as 'mistress'.
Understood?"
"Yes, mistress", he squeaked.
"Come back Friday night at seven. I expect you to be
wearing my panties. Bring those shoes back, You can show
me how well you manage them."
He got dressed and left.
Friday night at seven on the dot the doorbell rang and I let
little Paula in. Without a word, I unzipped his pants and
let them drop to the floor. He was indeed wearing my
panties! "Very nice, Paula, but you're oozing a little and
I don't want you to soil your pretty panties."
I lowered his panties and installed a sanitary napkin and
belt. I tugged his panties back up and had him remove his
socks and shoes before stepping out of his pants. He was
still wearing his white shirt and tie as I wrapped a garter
belt underneath.
"Step into these lovely nylons, dear, and we'll get you all
fixed up." He did as he was told and I slipped a pair of
off-black stockings up his legs. "There's a little stubble,
Paula, I want you to shave you legs and underarms whenever
you come over." I worked a pair of black lycra stirrup
pants up his nyloned legs and struggled with the rear snap
and zipper. "Now put on your heels and show me how much you
practiced."
He had the shoes in a paper bag he was still holding. He
slipped on the pumps and stood up without any trace of
uncertainty. I had him walk around the room and he managed
his heels as well as any woman.
"Oh, Paula, that's wonderful." I gave him a big kiss and
rubbed his pelvis. "Change into some flats and we'll go out
for ice cream to celebrate your progress."
The color drained from his face as he realized he would be
making a public appearance in the feminine pants. He was
more mortified when he saw the black patent skimmers I had
him slip on. "Don't fret, Paula, no one will notice that
you're wearing girls pants and shoes."
He blushed adorably as I propelled him out the door. We
walked several blocks to the crowded ice cream parlor
without incident.
I waited until we were seated with our dessert before I made
my announcement.
"Paul, are you wearing my slacks?" I said at the top of my
voice. "You are! and my shoes too! And stockings! Oh,
Paul, I told you not to borrow my things any more without
asking!"
Unfortunately for Paul, the ground didn't open up a swallow
him. The other patrons all turned, pointed, and laughed at
the sissy. I made him stand up and pay the check to give
everyone a good look at him. One girl chided him for having
his garter tabs visible. "Always wear pantyhose with those
pants!" she advised between giggles.
We made our way back to my place and I had Paula sit on my
lap while I rubbed his sanitary napkin until he gushed.
"From now on, Paula, I want you to wear a condom under your
panties."
I folded up his male clothes, put them in his paper bag and
made him go home dressed as he was. "I expect you to wear
those things when you come back tomorrow at noon. And don't
get a run in your nylons or you'll be sorry!"
I went to bed, thrilled at the sissy I was creating.
The wimp returned on Saturday, decked out as I had
instructed him.
I removed his flats and slacks and peeked inside his panties
to verify he indeed had a condom on. I had him peel off his
shirt and put his high heels back on. Then I stood him in
front of my bedroom mirror and had him describe each thing
he was wearing and how it felt. I complimented him on
having his nylons wrinkle-free. He sported a raging
erection, but I ignored it and began dressing him.
I hooked him into a black bra and pretended to pout as I
fingered the empty cups. "Oh, Paula, you're not going to be
very popular with the boys unless we fix your flat chest."
I located the gel falsies I was looking for and installed
them on the sissy. "Now you have pretty boobs like me!" I
playfully rubbed my breasts against his and he almost
collapsed.
I had him tug on a white silk blouse with puffy sleeves and
a straight black skirt. I popped the brunette wig back on
him, thrust a purse into his hand and hustled him out the
door.
With his bushy eyebrows and without any makeup he had no
chance of passing as a female. I was wearing jeans and
walked as fast as I could. With his heels and a hobbling
skirt, my little Paula had to teeter along taking quick,
short steps. What a racket his heels made! Almost everyone
turned to look at him and laughed at the wimp.
We ducked into a gay bar I knew and a few men whistled at
poor Paul. I danced with him and whispered about what a
girl like me and a boy like him could do in private. He had
a towering ejection pushing out the front of his skirt.
Just when I judged he was ready to cream his panties, I
beckoned to a construction worker who came across the floor
immediately.
I thrust the sissy into the gay man's arms. Paul tripped on
his heels and fell against the man, making him look eager to
dance. The man took the cue and put a large hand in the
small of Paul's back and pressed their pelvises together.
Paul was so close to orgasm that the friction pushed him
over the edge. He exploded inside his panties, filling the
condom. He twitched in his partner's arms as wave after
wave of ejaculation took hold of him.
The music ended and I rescued Paul. In the booth, I
explored under his skirt and pretended to be shocked with
his cum-filled condom. "Oh, Paula, here I am all hot and
bothered and you preferred a man! I have a good mind to
give him your wallet and keys and let you try to get them
back. Aren't you ever going to try to satisfy me?"
I had him in tears by this time. I dabbed off the tears and
led him outside again. His condom was slipping off and he
begged me to find someplace for him to change it. I told
him that it was his fault and that those panties had better
not be soiled when we got home.
Once again I set off at a fast pace and the sissy had to
mince wildly behind me to stay close. Once or twice he
reached under his skirt to try and slide the condom back in
place, but I knew he couldn't possibly carry it off the
whole way.
Sure enough, back at my place I had him stand on a stool and
lift his skirt while I closely examined his panties. They
naturally were soaked. I scolded him as I removed his
panties and wiped him off. "All right, Paula, I need some
satisfaction. You've had your fun with that big guy so
we'll have to do something to please me."
With his skirts still raised, I made him step into a special
pair of black rubber panties. They were equipped with a
medium sized hollow dildo. I slowly worked them over his
darling heels and up his nyloned legs. Finally I slid his
shriveled member into the dildo and snapped the waistband
into place.
I physically picked the sissy up and laid him on my bed.
His skirts were hiked up to give me access. I took off my
jeans and panties and straddled the waiting dildo. I slid
up and down to my own rhythm, telling Paula how much he
turned me on in lace and lingerie and making him thank me
over and over again for allowing him to impersonate a
female..
The hard dildo gave him no sensation, but my narrative
aroused him. I knew that the inside of the dildo was too
small for him and I delighted in the pain in his eyes as I
went on and on about how sexy I felt and what I'd like to do
with a real man.
I slowed down when I came close to orgasm and held back for
nearly half an hour before exploding. "Oh, Paula, that felt
wonderful. I hope your guy pleased you as much!"
I told Paul that it was time for him to leave and gave him
thirty seconds to strip down to his garter belt and nylons.
What a sight he made trying to wiggle out of those rubber
panties with his dong stuck in the dildo!
Finally he stood before me sporting an erection. "Now
you're ready, huh? Well, go ahead and relieve yourself." I
pulled up a chair and stared at the sissy as he wanked
himself into another ejaculation. I cradled his balls in my
hand and just as I felt them starting to spasm, I asked him
to consider going out on a double date with him all dolled
up and paired with that big gay guy and me with a straight
guy who could service me.
He couldn't stop himself, of course, so his ejaculation
seemed to be in response to my suggestion. I pretended to
be happy that he finally found himself and I kissed his neck
as he finished dribbling into his hand.
"OK, Paula, wipe off your hands and grab a clean pair of
panties from my dresser. Put on the outfit you wore over
and join me in the living room."
After he returned I announced that he was to wear the
panties, garter belt and nylons to work every day. This of
course meant that he had to rinse them out each evening and
also keep his hosiery run-free. Since we worked at the same
office, I promised to check his underwear at random
intervals.
"Next Friday night we're going to my beauty parlor where
we'll get you the works. Won't you be proud of your pierced
ears and long red fingernails? Then on Saturday we're going
to get you a complete feminine wardrobe, so bring lots of
money. Then comes Saturday Night. We're going to go out as
two girlfriends and try to get lucky. Sunday is our company
picnic. I can't wait to show you off!"
Each day I visited the wimp and casually rubbed his lap in
insure he had the panties on. His nyloned ankles were
clearly visible. "Oh, Paula, I bet you can't wait for our
appointments Friday night. Soon you'll be able to wear
pretty earrings like the other girls here. I wonder how
you'll explain those lovely nails you'll have at the picnic
to your boss?"
I'm sure little Paul thought I was bluffing until he stood
before me, naked, while I get him ready for the beauty
parlor. I hooked him into a pretty raspberry bustier then
handed him a padded control brief. As he worked the
stretchy garment up his legs. I complimented him on how well
he was learning how to wear girls things. Once he had the
brief in place, I stood behind, pulled the front of the
waistband away from him, slid my hand down to tuck his
member between his legs, then let the waistband snap back
into place.
I gave him a new package of navy support pantyhose and he
put them on as skillfully as any woman. I slipped a pair of
falsies into the waiting cups of his bustier and helped him
into his blouse. It was antique ivory in color with balloon
sleeves, a lace stand-up collar and rear buttons.
Now came the challenge- I brought out my tightest pair of
jeans and made the wimp put them on. The legs were nearly
impossible for him to work on, but at last he had them in
place. The top of the jeans, however, failed to meet by at
least three inches. I made him lay down on my bed with his
hands at his sides and bounce while I worked the zipper link
by link. We finally succeeded in closing the gap and
snapping Paul into feminine jeans. I had to help him stand
up and then slid the zippers down at the back of each leg.
I made the sissy wear blue open-toed pumps with towering
heels and let him lean on me as i walked him over to the
full-length mirror. I had him admire himself while I got
myself ready. He was delightfully distressed at his
reflection. His blouse was nearly transparent, proudly
displaying his sexy bustier. The combination of the padded
brief and the tight jeans gave my little Paula a perfectly
flat front and deliciously rounded hips and fanny. Perched
on those spike heels, he looked both wanton and vulnerable.
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From alt.sex.stories.tg Tue Jun 11 23:43:46 1996
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~Subject: All Dressed Up by Pat T. (02/02)
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Once I got myself ready, I put a little makeup on him,
brushed his long hair into an approximation of a female
style and clipped on a raspberry bow. A gold necklace, a
few bracelets, a blue purse, and he was ready to take
anywhere.
We left the apartment and he was delightfully apprehensive
as he clicked down the sidewalk to the beauty parlor.
Once inside we were seated side by side. The attendant knew
that Paul was male, of course, but didn't hesitate a moment.
His hair was washed, cut, colored and put up in rollers.
They sat him under a big drier where he couldn't hear a
thing. A threatening look from me kept him from complaining
as a dizzying array of beauticians descended on him.
By the time his hair had dried he was sporting stud
earrings, long red ceramic nails and his eyebrows had been
reduced to pencil-thin lines by electrolysis. They brushed
out his new hair style and finally spun him around to see
himself in a mirror. It was then that he discovered he had
become a blonde! A hand reached up to touched a shiny
earring only to be pulled back quickly when the unfamiliar
red nail made contact.
I paid the bill and gave everyone involved a generous tip
from Paul's money. As we walked back to my place, I
comforted the sissy, telling him how much I liked him this
way and that I would give him a reward.
Back home, I helped him take off everything and dressed both
of us in shorty nighties. I inserted one of my dildos
before donning a pair of latex rubber panties. I rolled a
condom on Paul and put a pair of bloomers on him. We then
both put on surgical gloves and lay down on my bed.
I instructed Paul to caress my panties. As soon as he
started I put both hands inside his bloomers and began
groping his member and easing a finger into his rear. Soon
we found a pleasant rhythm of squeaking rubber on rubber,
groans and thrusts. When I felt him ready to cum, I jammed
my finger into his rear as far as it would go. His eyes
opened wide as what was no doubt the biggest orgasm of his
live overtook him. Again and again he gushed, his eyes
rolled back in his head.
I let myself go at the same time and let the wonderful warm
tingling satisfy me.
While I cleaned us both up, I explained to Paul that he no
longer made a convincing male so he should resign himself to
becoming more and more feminine. I dressed him in a peasant
blouse and denim wrap skirt for his return home. Underneath
he had on an unremarkable bra and panty set, beige pantyhose
and tan pumps with medium heels.
I sent him home, telling him to swab his earrings with
alcohol and to return in the same outfit the next morning.
Of course he did just that. I fixed his hairdo and makeup
and off we went shopping.
We spent lots of time in lingerie departments since I really
enjoyed making him slowly examine each little bit of fluff
and then tell me what he thought it would feel like to wear
it, what it went with, and whether a boy would like to catch
a glimpse of a girl wearing it. I made him loudly declare
each garment as 'cute'.
The poor boy tried on dresses for hours on end. Finally we
made the rounds of shoe stores and got him a wide selection.
I delighted in hiking up his skirt whenever he sat down to
try on a pair- the shoe clerks always took the opportunity
to take a peek.
Loaded with boxes, we went to Paul's place for the first
time together. Before unpacking his new things, I collected
all his male clothing into plastic garbage bags and threw
them into the incinerator. Naturally he pleaded with me,
but I explained that he wouldn't feel as much guilt posing
as a woman since he wouldn't have any choice- when he opened
his closet in the morning he would be confronted only by
dresses and skirts. He would only have to choose which
panties to wear and to limit his options to pantyhose versus
stockings.
We put everything away and I told the wimp to slip on a nice
nightie, put his hair up and get a beauty nap, shave his
legs and underarms, take a bubble bath, paint his toenails
and be ready for me a 7:30. He still had a bewildered look
on his face as I patted his behind and left.
I did a few errands before getting myself ready for the
evening. I dressed very conservatively in a knee-length
gray sheath with matching pumps and bag. I wanted to look
positively dowdy next to the wanton Paula.
I arrived a little late at his apartment and found him
delightfully distressed. He no longer had anything even
slightly masculine to wear and I still had all of his cash.
He had no way to leave his place except as a girl.
I comforted him as I introduced him to a latex pouch I
brought with me in my purse. He didn't understand its
purpose at first. I gently positioned his male equipment
in the tiny pocket and before he could react I snapped all
the straps together behind him.
"See how girlish you look in front, honey? Now you'll be
able to wear tight skirts and stretch pants without that
useless bulge showing. And when you're out with a guy and
get all excited, you'll stay maidenly, even during those
slow romantic dances. Aren't you thrilled?"
He gently touched himself with his new long fingernails as I
helped him step into his corset. It had built-in padded
panties and as I started tugging the laces tight I made Paul
focus on his suddenly feminine front. I had to put my knee
in the poor boy's back to get the edges to meet, but at last
it was done.
I rolled black seamed nylons up each leg and kissed the
front of his panties while I gartered his hosiery. "See,
Paula, you can't do a thing in response, can you? Now
instead of being some macho male trying to poke every girl
in sight, you'll have guys thinking about poking you!"
I turned him around and worked on the rear garters. "You
have to keep these seams straight, honey. Whenever you get
a chance, check them in the mirror, and if they're crooked,
pick at the seams like I'm doing now to fix them. Here, you
try the other one."
I can't describe the rush that hit me as I watched the
corseted sissy learn the utterly feminine skill of
straightening his stocking seams. I sat him down and handed
him a pair of red patent leather pumps with ankle straps.
He pointed his toes just like he had been wearing heels all
his life. He had some difficulty with the tiny buckles on
the straps and his new nails, but I was patient.
One he was done I brushed out his hair and did a dramatic
makeup job on the wimp. I gently removed his stud earrings
and replaced them with large gold hoops.
With him looking like a pin-up, it was a great time to take
some photos! He nearly burst into tears as I put him in
classic girly poses and took pictures. I had him adjust his
garters, apply mascara, freshen his lipstick and a host of
other feminine activities, all for the benefit of the
camera.
He actually looked relieved when at last I let him wiggle
into a red nylon mini slip affording him a tiny bit of
modesty. I dropped his sleeveless tan knit minidress
carefully over his head to preserve his hairdo. As I tugged
the zipper up his back, the dress did its thing, straining
across his hips and breasts.
I buckled a wide red belt on him, matching his heels, to
highlight his narrow waist. Some jewelry, a liberal
application of perfume, and I studied my handiwork with a
critical eye.
Paula wasn't a knockout in any sense of the term, but she
certainly appeared to be a she. I made "her" sit down,
stand up, cross his legs, and so forth, and noted with
satisfaction that he couldn't possibly keep himself modest-
any action at all exposed a seemingly unintentional display
of shapely leg, stocking tops, frothy slip and other
delightfully sexy underpinnings.
Of course Paul was humiliated at his fate and begged not to
be taken out in public wearing so suggestive an outfit.
"Oh, don't be silly, honey. You don't want anyone to know
you're really a boy in a dress, do you? Go ahead, try to
look masculine in the mirror."
He really did try. He stomped his feet with his hands on
his hips, he tried to walk like a man, but no matter what he
did he looked like the pretty little miss I had turned him
into.
Resigned to his fate, he actually picked out a shoulder
purse on his own. I rewarded him with a peck on the cheek.
"We can't ruin our makeup, Paula."
We walked to a cafe for a dinner. I selected a table on a
raised terrace to let him struggle with his hem line in
front of an appreciative audience on the lower level. "See
how difficult it is to be a girl, Paula? Did you ever guess
that someday you'd be the pretty little thing on display up
here instead of being one of the creeps down there?"
I paid the bill and we made our way to a ladies-only male
strip show. The poor boy was completely out of his element
as we positioned ourselves at the edge of the stage.
As each muscle-bound dancer appeared, I made Paul compare
their physique to his own. "You're really better off as a
girl, doll. You can't compete with these hunks."
I made him slip dollar bills into the studs' G-strings.
Once I took his manicured hand and pressed it against a big
guy's codpiece. He blushed just like a virgin! "Wow,
Paula, how big was it? It makes yours seem pretty
insignificant, doesn't it?" I winked at the flustered wimp.
"I bet you'd be sporting a tiny hardon if I hadn't strapped
you into your little modesty device."
After about two hours of this treatment, we left. I hailed
a cab and made little Paula mince back home as best he
could. I informed him that I would be over to his place
very early to get him ready for the company picnic.
As I got into bed that night, I decided that I was about
done emasculating the wimp. The company picnic would seal
his fate, I figured. Once they got a load of Paula, he'd be
out of a job for sure!
The next morning I dressed myself in a sweatshirt and jeans-
standard fare for a picnic. I drove over to Paul's eager to
finish off my little sissy.
He answered the door in his dressing gown. I entered and
immediately made him open it to show me what he was wearing.
It was a pale blue baby doll set. I complimented his choice
and rubbed the front of his panties, noting that he wasn't
wearing his latex pouch.
I slipped off his panties and had him spread his legs. He
was already semi hard as I removed a condom from my purse.
It was as extra large size and the poor thing had no hope of
filling it. It eclipsed his member as if it were a wind
sock. I also produced a butt plug and gently pressed it
against his rear. I began applying pressure but he
resisted.
"Now, Paula, I want you to experience what a girl feels.
Stop being so stubborn." He still couldn't relax enough so
I put my mouth around his little prick and giant condom and
give him my best blow job. At the exact moment that he shot
his load he relaxed his muscles and I easily slid in the
butt plug.
His eyes went wide- I loved it! "You'll get used to it,
honey. It will help you walk a little sexier and sit a
little more daintily. Now bring my your little modesty belt
and we'll start dolling you all up for the picnic."
He walked on his tiptoes trying to minimize the penetration
of his new butt plug. His lower lip was quivering as he
came back and handed me the little device. I installed the
device loosely, threading the lower strap though the loop in
his butt plug, and gently pressed his testicles up into
their cavity. I positioned his shriveled pecker back
between his legs and quickly yanked the straps home.
The combination of the grip on his crotch and the
unrelenting force of the plug forced him to thrust his hips
forward in a convincing parody of a woman.
I instructed Paul to start with his gold support pantyhose.
By now he was skilled in putting ladies hosiery on. I
selected that particular pair both because they felt less
natural than regular hose and also because they formed the
shape of the leg into the maker's notion of the ideal
female.
I continued by snapping him into a black bra with built-in
falsies. At this point I sat him down and fixed his hair
and makeup. Finished, I had him put his arms into a
transparent white blouse with puff sleeves and buttoned it
up in back.
"Go get your orange playsuit, honey." He returned with the
corduroy hot pants with attached bib front and wide
suspenders. He stepped into the legs and between us we
easily slid it up into place and buckled the suspenders.
The rear zipper was another matter entirely. Paul had to
lay face down on his bed while I slowly got it closed.
Once done, the sissy couldn't bend at the waist, so I had to
lace on his kneehigh white boots. They had very high spike
heels- completely inappropriate for a picnic. I stood him
in front of his mirror while I pinned on a giant orange hair
bow and installed his largest hoop earrings.
I had him walk around the room and delighted in my creation.
He not only looked trashy with his visible bra, fetish boots
and skin tight hot pants, but he was forced to walk in an
outright wanton manner, leading with his hips as he moved.
In short, he was a perfect slut!
We put lipstick, hairbrush and some mad money into his white
patent leather handbag and drove over to the picnic.
At first people just assumed Paula was a trashy wife or
girlfriend of someone. I made him say hello to some of our
coworkers and watched their jaws drop. It was only a matter
of minutes before a crowd had gathered around poor little
Paula. There were plenty of confused looks as everyone
stared at the juncture of his feminine thighs- there was
absolutely no telltale bulge.
Some of the women asked me if I had dressed Paul up as a
joke. I calmly explained that he wore women's apparel at
every opportunity at that from now on he would spend his
office time in skirts as well.
As I had planned, it wasn't long before the boss got wind of
the situation. He stormed over and fired Paul in the spot,
citing office decorum as a reason. The sissy actually broke
down and cried in front of everyone! I dabbed his tears and
took him home.
Just about then I lost all interest in the wimp. I had
totally defeated him and placed him in circumstances that he
couldn't navigate alone. As a parting consideration, I got
him a position as a file clerk at a friend's business.
I didn't see Paul for several months, then I ran into him a
department store. He was wearing an unremarkable blouse and
skirt and was rummaging through the closeout rack. I tapped
him on the shoulder and he nearly jumped out of his flats.
He seemed genuinely happy to see me. He explained that the
new identity and job was working out. He spent nearly all
his meager wages on clothes and went to a spa to try to drop
a few pounds and become a size 9. I squeezed his manicured
hand in a sisterly way and left him searching for a new
frock.
I'm back into the bar scene, searching for a new conquest.
Maybe I can find a brother/sister duo to do some really
exotic domination games. I'll let you know!
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