R-RATED
About a month later, on a Saturday night, Anna handed me a nylon shorty nightgown and asked me to put it on. She said it would be more comfortable for her if I would wear it. I put it on and was surprised at how light and airy it felt compared to my cotton pajamas. But the big surprise was when she positioned herself to me in the sixty-nine position and placed in my hand a penis-shaped dildo.
What, I began to say, and without letting me finish the sentence, she said, take it! If you really don't like it, we won't do it again, but I want you to really open your mind and your mouth and take it. Suck it like a pacifier, and lick it with your tongue. I opened my mouth and, with my hand, directed the artificial penis into my mouth and began to do as she said. And with that, Anna began to do the same to me. As she was bringing me to a climax, I found that I was licking and sucking harder and faster.
When I came, Anna grabbed a rubber bulb with an end on it that she had placed on the end table, vacuumed the semen from her mouth, turned to me, and placed the end of the bulb into a hole on the other side of my dildo. She pressed the bulb, shooting the semen through a hole in the center into my mouth. Suck and swallow, my pet, she cooed.
And I obeyed. I wanted the cum, but this was a new way of getting it. Afterwards, I was asked if I was okay with it. I admitted that I found it quite pleasant, especially when the semen came through. From that time on, my sucking on the dildo while being serviced became routine.
Another thing was occurring that happened by accident. The cookbooks that I originally purchased were healthy eating books. So a lot of the recipes were for salads, chicken, and fish, with little or no red meat. Slowly, we both began to lose weight due to a healthier diet. Within four months, I came down from one hundred and seventy-five pounds to one hundred and forty-five pounds. Anna lost weight as well. I now was only ten pounds heavier than her. We were both happy that the love handles that were developing began to disappear. I never felt more fit in my life. Anna and others were telling me how good I was looking these days, and I felt good about that.
One day in the middle of July, the outdoor temperature was predicted to be close to one hundred degrees. At breakfast, I mentioned to Anna how hot I was going to be wearing slacks that day.
Why don't you wear one of your cool summer dresses? I have several summer frocks that fall just short of the knee. They have full skirts, no sleeves, and open necks.
You think?
I think, she replied.
I went back upstairs and changed into a summery dress, put on my sandals, and barelegged, started off to class. I had been wearing them in the house, and this was the first time I wore them outdoors. I was so surprised at how cool they felt on my body. The air went about my legs and thighs.
So much better than slacks. Because I had to change clothes, it made me a little late getting to class that morning. When I entered the classroom and the class saw what I was wearing, they burst into spontaneous applause. I don't know why or how I even knew how to do it, but I put one leg behind me, gave a little dip curtsey, smiled, and took my seat. Wearing skirts to class was easier to do from then on.
By the end of September, the class was starting to learn about cosmetics. You have heard the phrase, the ayes have it. Well, let me tell you, the eyes have it as well. This time, I was again brought up to class to be the first one to have my eyes made up by the teacher. I sat in the chair while the teacher worked on me, explaining to the class what she was doing and why, and what kind of results you could expect.
The first thing she did was to glue eyelash extensions to my natural lids one lash at a time. She did this with a tweezers and a tiny bit of superglue applied to my regular lashes. It only took about a half hour for this to be completed. She then took a small scissors and trimmed the lashes so that they were even. Afterwards, she crimped my lashes with an eyelash curler.
The teacher raised the chair so that I could see myself in the mirror, and I could not believe the change that could occur just by having thicker and longer eyelashes. I was reclined again, and she began to put makeup on and around my eyes.
Eyeliner, mascara, eye shadow, all were put on, and the class was also being instructed with each step that was applied. She also tried to tell the class what things to avoid in doing one's eyes. She said just walk the streets and see how many women are not putting on their eye makeup properly, with unsatisfactory results.
When she was finished with me, she raised me up, and the entire class hooted in approval. I looked in the mirror, and I could see why. It was a female staring back at me.
The instructor said I just needed a little lipstick to complete the picture, and she applied a light shade of coral to my lips and had me blot them. My eyes looked twice the size as before; the longer and thicker lashes completed the effect. Somehow my nose, while never too big, seemed smaller and finer.
At that moment, a terrible thought occurred to me. I now do not look anything like the picture on my driver’s license. How can I drive home? Fortunately, it was late September, and the days got dark early now. By the time I left the classroom, it was almost dark outside, and walking to the car, I felt no one could tell that I was not a female.
But I was very nervous driving home that night, being careful not to be stopped for a driving violation. I made it home safely, but I sure was nervous. Anna was ecstatic when she came home and saw me in my makeup. I was given the cosmetics that were used and, as before, had to wear this look for a full week, including the lipstick.
I told my wife about my fears of driving, and she agreed with me. She made a couple of calls to some of the girls in my class, some who did not live too far from us, and one of them agreed to pick me up and bring me home each school day. On weekends, I would drive in early with Anna so that we could drive together. For the time being, my driving days are over.
That night, after dinner and a couple of glasses of wine, now chatting girl talk, Anna suddenly told me that she really loved the way my eyes looked and would I mind continuing to keep them that way.
I am really a sissy now, aren't I? I asked.
Yes, she replied, but I love the new you. I must tell you that when you were unsuccessful in getting employment, I recognized that you were becoming quite depressed, to the point where I felt you were becoming so sullen and remote that I was losing you.
Our marriage would not survive my success and your failure. Look at you now. You hum, you sing, you have a lilt in your step. You are happy, and that makes me happy.
I also find that I need you at the shop and am looking forward to where you can come in as a full-time operator. Is it the same as before? No, certainly not. But changes come about all the time with everyone, and I find that I love you more now than ever before!
Then I am happy to be a sissy, your sissy. My wife nodded her head in agreement.
It was late October when Anna took me by surprise by telling me that she wanted me to change my last name to hers. Because of her signature on so many legal documents pertaining to the business, she never changed her name to mine.
She also said that she would like for me to legally change my first name to Liam. She admitted that I was now more sissy than not and that this name would be more accurate considering what I have become. I said I would have to think about it before I gave her an answer, and she said that would be okay.
But on Saturday, when I arrived at the shop, I found my lab coat, which all employees wore with their names embroidered on it over the left front pocket, was now not only pink instead of the white one I usually wore, but the name Liam was embroidered on it.
It quickly became obvious that the employees were briefed by Anna, as whenever I was needed, I was called by the name Liam. And I responded. It took me another week of being called Liam to agree to having both my first and last name legally changed.
The next school day, I went to the instructor and informed her of the change, and she made an announcement to the class that from now on, I would be known as Liam. The reaction from the class surprised me. Everyone, including Howard, again erupted in applause. I now became one of the girls. Several days later, the girls presented me with a name tag with my new name on it and said I should wear it whenever I am with them.
One Friday, when class was over, one of the girls came over and said that she and the others were going out for a drink and would I care to come along. I told her I would check with my wife, and if she didn't object, I would come. I called Anna on my cell phone, and she said to have a good time but to try not to get home too late. That she would eat dinner and keep my dinner warm for me when I got home. The fourteen of us, Howard too, walked a couple of blocks to a bar. It was not quite six p.m., and the place was not too busy yet, so there was plenty of room available.
The bartender helped out by moving some of the tables and chairs together so that we could sit as one big group. Everybody ordered their favorite drink, and I, while not a big drinker, just ordered a glass of white wine.
It wasn't long before a nice-looking man, who looked like he was in his middle thirties, came over to the table. The girls knew him and made him welcome. He pulled up a chair, looked at me, and said, I know everyone else, but you are new. I responded that this was my first time out with the girls. He pulled up his chair next to mine and began to talk to me.
He was an interesting conversationalist, and we found many subjects of mutual interest. I have always worn my wedding band, and he noticed it and asked me if I was still married. When I said yes, and I am not out to pick anyone up but just came with the girls to have a drink, some of the other girls began to laugh hysterically. It was then I realized I was set up.
He knew who I was, but he didn't care. He said that it was supposed to be a gag but that instead he found me fascinating and would like to see me again. I was having a good time, particularly after my third glass of wine, and said, maybe.
There was a jukebox in the place. He went over to it, put some coins in, and a slow song began to play. It was then he asked me to dance with him. I told him that I was not a female, and he said that he knew that but wanted to dance with me anyway. The others in my party began to chant, go, go, go, and to shut them up, I let him take my hand and lead me to the center of the bar where there was a small dance floor.
Never having danced with a man before, it took me a minute or so to remember how a woman held her hands when dancing with a man, and I then let him hold my left hand with his right hand, and I put my right hand gently behind his neck. His left hand guided me in the small of my back.
After the song played for a minute, he pulled me closer into him, and I was able to feel his erection. I told him that I felt him and that it was making me uncomfortable and could we please go back to the table. He reluctantly let me go and walked me back to the table. He did tell me that he liked me and would like to see me again. Again I said, maybe.
I was getting confused. Being a sissy is one thing, but being with another man was another. I wasn't sure I was ready for that, if ever. When I got home, Anna was waiting to hear how my outing with the girls went. From the very beginning of our marriage, we made a pact that we would always be truthful with one another, and I told her the whole story, including my confused feelings. She told me not to worry about it, that things would work themselves out.