New! Sissy-in-Law

A Vignette of Discipline and Domination

By Priscilla Bouffant

After both welcoming, as well as cultivating my own sissification, I ended up divorced. Then, my ex-wife’s new boyfriend evicted me. The only job option and living arrangement available to me, was to become my ex-in-laws’ live-in housekeeper. I was desperate enough to accept it.

Chapter I: The Master and The Mistress

    Note from Priscilla* (Hi girls! Hope you enjoy this. I want to thank, our very own, Adorable, Deluxe Forced Feminization writer, Miss Karen Jensen for the idea which I used for this story. I’d just completed reading her latest masterpiece, “Consequences of Deceit” when I nearly had a climax in my pretty pink panties. You may know she ended the story with the sissy living with “her” ex-in-laws! I thought “How cool is that? An entire story could be built around that idea alone. So exciting.” 

    After consultation with Karen as to her plans, she agreed I could use that very idea for a story. Well here it is and I hope you like it. Thanks, Karen! And so the story begins.)

    My former mother-in-law, Elaine Carlton, turned her Mercedes into the parking lot of her favorite beauty salon and spa. She gave her keys to the Valet and then she and I sashayed to the salon entranceway. I shivered delightfully at the sound of my heels clicking upon the tiled floor of the salon lobby.

    There is something so girlishly enticing about the waiting room of a full-service, chic-chic salon and spa. Like her daughter, my ex-spouse Deidre, Elaine is filthy rich. Even if she wasn’t married to a senior  airline pilot and Captain, she could live in the lap of luxury. 

    Deidre, my ex-spouse’s first name, is pronounced with three syllables, just as any Beacon Hill Snob might enunciate it. In other words, it is “Dee-Odd-Dra.” 

    Elaine hardly treats me like a princess, simply because I’m her housekeeper. Nor does she have me pampered at a salon because I was once married to her daughter. She makes certain I look gorgeous, because I also serve as her lesbian lover and Lady’s companion.

    I frequently accompany her to Charity events and Ladies’ Society luncheons. I also provide her with oral sex. She might even have me pleasure her with a vibrator on occasion. That is the extent of any sex I could possibly have with her, of course. As an Estrogen laced sissy, my genitalia has become completely useless. 

    There is another reason for which Elaine insists that I strive to be surreptitiously, but distinctly, as beautifully feminine as humanly possible. Her Husband, Hunter requested as much, before he’d ever allow me to become their live-in housekeeper. When I moved in with them, he wanted not even one person, to realize, that I was their daughter’s, sissy, loser, ex-husband. 

    My ex-mother-in-law, settled on the name Calista Celine Beta, for introducing me to visitors and friends that came to their home, as well as people I might be introduced to publicly. Celine turned out to be Elaine’s ex-lover from finishing school. Calista was my sissy name from when I lived with their daughter. It’s a feminization of Calvin, my given boy’s name.

    Neither Elaine or Hunter wanted me to use my real last name, West, as to give away my former identity. At least to people they both may know. Clever Elaine, settled on Beta, as she often referred to me as her “Beta Boy” when I was married to her daughter, Deidre. Beta is a uniquely appropriate surname for a feminized sissy such as me.

    My real, transgender identification does identify me as Calista Celine West. Elaine’s legal team at Bascombe Financial took care of that, as well as savings and checking accounts for me. The credit cards I use belong to Elaine and I’m on the account as a user.

    At the salon I got to sit back comfortably and relax, as a chirpy young girl, shampooed and conditioned my hair. I love it when the girls at the salon call me “Miss” Calista or even Miss Beta. I feel so affluent, even though I have very little money or clothing to my name that hasn’t come from Elaine.

    I also love it when the shampoo girl wraps my wet, Wine-Red tresses, in a pink towel and escorts me to a styling chair, in front of a wraparound, mirrored vanity to await my hairdresser. 

    My brows and lashes have been dyed to match my hair color. Elaine has decided I should keep my nails, fingers and toes, in various crimson and Sienna shades. I always employ, blended, Guerlain lipsticks, in similar hues. Yes, I’m a bit of a fashion-queen for a housekeeper, but I also perform the duties of the serving maid when the Carlton’s entertain.

    My favorite hairdresser is Gwen. She knows me, she knows my hair and she knows how Elaine likes having my hair done. Plus, Gwen knows enough about me, to know that I don’t have a pussy between my thighs, even if I should. 

   When she was just out of beauty school, Gwen took an interesting part-time job, doing wigs and makeup for a professional Mistress. So, she also knows about sissies and what makes sissies tick. She’ll occasionally tease me when there isn’t anyone within hearing distance that might have a clue.

    When she steps up behind me and removes the pink towel from my hair, she’ll run her fingers through my tresses and say, “So how is my favorite girly-girl doing today? So do we know what we want done today? Well then, did we know we’re getting a perm put in this morning?”

    Elaine likes my hair done in vivid, sexy, girly shades. She also prefers keeping my hair permed. She doesn’t like me having to fuss too much with my hair, because it leaves me less time to groom her tresses. Though she likes making me sleep in curlers from time to time for disciplinary reasons, she enjoys me having my hair in an easy “wash and wear” permed style.

    So, she has me get a permanent wave or body wave about every two months or so. Once Gwen became settled, she started trimming my medium length inverted bob. She whispered softly as she chastised me for being a “bad girl” and having so many spilt ends. 

    Once my cut was completed she began my perm wrap. As a young sissy teen, and even prior to that, I’d frequently fantasized about being tied up, and forcibly given a home perm by one of the mothers in our neighborhood.

    On one occasion I’d dropped by the house of one of my mother’s, lady friends. She had two daughters I sometimes played with. She was giving both girls a home perm. It was called a “Toni.” I couldn’t stop staring at them. Their hair was up in perm rods. They had towels wrapped around their shoulders.

   The rods were wrapped in papers and their mother was saturating one of the girl’s hair with perm solution. The odor was pungent, but by the time I was in puberty that scene and the scents surrounding it had become just so erotic! 

    Even today, I just adore the sight of myself in a salon mirror with my hair pinned up in wave rods. I don’t know if Gwen realizes it, but I love the sound of her husky, contralto voice as she gives me a perm. She’s tall and athletic with a mannish aura about her. 

   She isn’t any sort of Butch Lesbian, but she does have the countenance of a Mistress when she “takes charge” of me in a salon chair. As she wrapped my perm tightly, I was very confident of her skills. I was certain my hair would look beautiful when she was finally done with me.

    As erotic as a perm warp is, the application of the acrid solution can be just so very dreamy and fantasy inducing. As the scent of the perm solution enveloped my olfactory senses, even though I could not attain much of an erection, my loins were still stimulated.

    I viewed myself in the mirrors. My tresses were infused with the colorful rods and white papers. The carefully wrapped cotton gauze encircled the tightening rods. I just felt so vulnerable and girly at that moment. At last Gwen covered my locks, which were now shining with the perm solution, using a plastic, elastic-wrap covering. 

    I was then seated under a dome, salon-style hair dryer to read a beauty or housekeeping magazine, and relax as the wave rods tightened yet further from the dryer heat. By then I felt comfortable with the results. Because after all, there isn’t anything more versatile for a girl’s hair, than a permanent wave.

    I can wash my hair, once the perm has taken, and simply let it dry naturally with springy bouncy curls. Or if I prefer, I can set it on curlers or hot rollers. Then when it drys I can tease it out into a “Bouffant” sort of look. I can even get a flirty, “Bubble Perm” look, if I take the hair, when still wet, and use a blow dryer, pick comb and small brush to give my hair a puffy, “bubble-perm” style.

    And who doesn’t like taking permed hair and piling it up into a curly upsweep? That’s how I wore my hair at Deidre’s wedding, to her new husband Lane Redmond. Everyone simply adored my look.

    Once Gwen rinsed out the perm solution, added the neutralizer, and removed the wave rods, she decided to allow everything to dry naturally, in a fondue of springy, bouncy, ringleted curls. After she’d given me my final spray, Gwen tilted the salon chair back to begin my cosmetic application.

    Gwen always has me lay supine, as she would a fashion model, being made up, prior to the showing of a fashion line. Gwen only works with top-of-the-line, cosmetics. She looked me over as if I were a blank canvas that she was about to paint.

    I closed my eyes in order to sensuously feel the soft touch of her fingers and the gentle whisk of the brushes as she colored my face. Her fingers almost tickled me as she dispersed the foundation. The soft pat of the matte powder puff was gently relaxing.

    She gave me directions as she did my eyes and lips. “Open please? That’s it. Now blink for me. Very good. Pucker and pout, princess. So nice. What a good girl you are! Okay, you’re ready to be seen by your Mistress,” she smiled as she whisked the cape away, and elevated the salon chair to the upright position.

    I minced into the waiting room to the smiles of everyone there. Elaine was just paying the cashier for the services. The valet brought Elaine’s car around, and we began the drive to her elegant home.

    When we were finally parked near the house, at the very end of the long drive, Mistress Elaine leaned over and said, “Kiss me, Calista.”

    Of course I paused. She’d never had me kiss her, outside of the privacy of her home.

    “I’m not afraid to kiss you here. No one will ever see us. Hunter is on a European shuttle right now. We have no neighbors close enough to see us, without a set of very high-powered binoculars. Now kiss me Calista. Our lipsticks are fresh, wet and tasty. And we both have admitted we love the taste of our lipsticks melding,” Madame added, pulling me gently towards her.

    With my lips puckered and my eyes closed, I said, “Yes Madame.”

    I think of my female employer as Elaine. But I never openly call her Elaine, to her face, or to other people. She is always, Madame, Madame Elaine or Ms. Elaine. When speaking of her with guests whom she might be entertaining, I will generally refer to her as simply, “The Mistress.” 

    Even when she has me come to bed with her, to perform oral sex when Hunter is out of town I’ll still address her as, “Madame.”

    As we kissed in the front seat of her Mercedes sedan, leaning over the console, I imagined she was Deidre. It wasn’t difficult. She had that very same, demanding, aggressive, hungry, French kiss, which Deidre so enjoyed using to make me melt in her embrace.

    It was nearly impossible not to enjoy the way her tongue forcibly penetrated my lips and snaked around my tongue and mouth. When Madame Elaine finally broke away from our lengthy embrace, she stared piercingly into my eyes.

    “You look much too pretty right now, for me to not take you to bed, Calista. Lunch can wait. For that matter dinner can wait, if I really enjoy what you’re doing. We’ll use your boudoir. I don’t want the scent of your perfume on my sheets. Just in the case that Hunter decides to bed me in my boudoir once he returns from Europe,” Madame announced.

    “Yes, Madame. I put fresh linens upon all of the beds yesterday,” I said.

    We strode quickly into the house. Madame disrobed in her boudoir. She walked into my boudoir and laid upon my bed wearing only a Kimono wrap. Madame has a firm, finely toned body, which belies her actual age of fifty-two. In some ways she is as majestically gorgeous as Deidre. In other ways, because I enjoy her suggestive, mothering attitude, she is even more sensuous.

    Again, we kissed and once again, our wet, tasty lipsticks meshed in only the way that two females will ever know. Yes, at this juncture, even still, with a useless set of testicles and a mostly limp penis between my sleek thighs, I consider myself a female. I loved the feeling as our firm breasts pushed against each other. 

    “Now, my little dolly. Be a dear and get those freshly permed ringlets between Mummy’s thighs. Oh yes, my sweet thing. You do that so well. Hmm. I recall so fondly the day that Deidre told me of both your failings and your skills,” Elaine gasped as I nipped her clitoris.

    “Mother, his cock was almost always useless. Even prior to the hormones. But Calista has a set of fat lips and a magical tongue. She’s better at eating pussy, than the most subservient, femme, Lesbian, Sorority Novices, that I’ve ever spanked,” Deidre had told her mother.

    “So Calista, I digested that piece of information. And I thought. As long as I had you around, and your cock was sufficiently harmless, why not put your sissy, oral skills to good use?” Oh that’s it, Calista sweetheart, do your thing, pretty girl,” Elaine said urgently as she threaded her lean fingers through my permed curls.

    I knew, that if she wanted to, Elaine could keep me slaving at the throne of her pudenda until she passed out. I hoped she’d been up reading or watching one of the pornographic, Lesbian DVD’s that she and Hunter enjoyed.

    In that case I might get a respite while she napped. I could sense her urgency to climax from the way she was groaning. Then she popped like a Champagne cork. She pounded the sides of my blushed cheeks with her strong thighs. She gyrated crazily as she screamed.

    Elaine helped me to feel useful. Even though I could no longer perform sexually as I once had, I could still use my fingers, lips and tongue to coax a vital, sensuous female such as Elaine to a climax.

    “I know it might be difficult for you princess, but I want to watch you play with yourself and try and squirt pretty for Mummy. If nothing else I want you to at least be a big girl, and attempt it for Mum-Mum,” Elaine enticingly said, as she kissed one of my boobs, while she lay there in post-coital blissfulness.

    “Yes Madame, if you wish. I will do all I possibly can to please you,” I answered obsequiously. 

    I took the jar of cold-cream which she handed me, and put a dollop on my limp penis and drooping testes. I massaged the cream all over my genitalia. I closed my eyes and began to fondle my nearly, girlish groin. By now, Elaine knew that a sissy such as myself, enjoyed feminine imagery. Elaine laid close to me and whispered sexily into my right ear as she squeezed and kneaded my left breast.

    “Did Mummy’s sissy enjoy her trip to the beauty parlor today? Mummy knows that Sissy Calista enjoys seeing all the pretty ladies seated under the hair dryers reading magazines and having their nails painted prettily. Come on sissy girl. Make some nice sissy creamy-cream for Mummy,” Elaine teased. 

    “What was Sissy’s favorite part of her beauty parlor visit today? Tell Mummy, pretty girl, Sissy Calista. What got sissy most excited today? What it getting a permanent wave?” Elaine asked.

    “Yes Madame. It was the permanent wave,” I sighed.

    “What was the most special part of sissy’s perm?” Elaine again asked.

    “I like very much when my hair is wound with wave rods and papers. Then I like when Ms. Gwen ties the cotton gauze tightly and applies the smelly perm lotion,” I simpered.

    “Oh, now I see. And it’s all about Ms. Gwen isn’t it? She’s tall and very commanding isn’t she? Is she sometimes stern with you? Does she ever verbally chastise you, Sissy?” Elaine pried.

    “Yes. Today she chastised me for my eyebrows not being cleaned up properly and for having so many split ends,” I added.

    “Hmm? I’ll bet you’d like Ms. Gwen to spank you? I’ll bet you’d even like Mummy to spank you? Wouldn’t you Sissy?” Elaine said in a hoarse whisper.

    “Yes Mummy. Sissy would like that,” I said, getting much closer than ever to spurting.

    “What about this? Ms. Gwen wraps your perm. She adds the perm lotion. Then she marches you to a chair in the middle of the salon, puts you over her knee and spanks your plump, sissy ass, for having messy eyebrows? Then all the ladies in the salon laugh at you,” Elaine hisses in my ear.

    “Or what if Mummy has you set your hair at bedtime, and then spanks your ass in front of Ms. Deidre? And don’t tell me Deidre never spanked your ass, sissy,” Elaine said.

    “Yes Mummy. Ms. Deidre spanked me whenever I was a bad girl,” I whimpered shamefully.

    “Come now, Mummy’s little permed sissy. Isn’t it about time you make some creamy-cream, for Mummy?” Elaine teased.

    I wanted so badly to climax. Then I pictured my older sister Brittany, having me model an ankle-length, hobble gown for her after she’d done my face, hair and nails. She was taking some glamour shots of me, to put into her portfolio. I was walking as prettily as I’d ever walked. I was perched upon five inch spike heels.

    Brittany looked so splendid with her sleek, raven-colored hair, slicked back into a pompadour with a ducktail and a shaved nape. I kissed her. I kissed my older sister Brittany full on her wet crimson mouth. Her lipstick tasted luscious. It was something I’d always wanted to do and never dared.

    That finally did it. Filmy white sperm leaked from my modestly erect cock. It was about one-third of actually being an erection. As the sperm leaked, I mewled effeminately.

    “Oh Mummy, sissy is coming! Oh Mummy, thank you!” I whinnied.

    “Good girl sissy. Mummy is proud of you. Now clean up and lets you and Mummy take a nap in sissy’s bed. Get us two hairnets to keep our tresses nice. Good girl sissy. Thank you. Now let’s go sleepy,” Elaine said, patting my bum.

    For me, it was the strongest climax I’d had of late. Though it was more fluttery and girlish than climaxes I’d had in days gone by. But it was what I was now accustomed to.

    I buried by head into Elaine’s ample bosom and sobbed girlishly. Here I was with a vital, sensuous, vibrant, middle-aged female. Yet, the only way I could get a modest erection was to have this woman whisper in my ear about perms and beauty parlors.

    Plus the only way I could achieve, even as much as a dribbled, orgasm, was to fantasize over kissing my sister while I modeled for her. It was so very shaming. I was uncertain whether Elaine understood exactly why I was sobbing, but she did do her very best to comfort me.

    While patting me on my rounded butt, she cooed to me gently.

    “Calista. You need to see my GYN and get those cute little nuts of your’s removed, honey. She’s done it for numerous girls just like you, princess. It’s quick, relatively painless and the recovery time goes smoothly,” Elaine explained.

    “And the results for those girls, in an emotional sense, are just sensational. You won’t have any more confusion, any longer, about who Calista really is and what she is. No more nasty Testosterone screwing up your psyche, angel,” Elaine consoled.

    “It might not make you all-girl, but you’ll be one step closer to being all-girl. And you’ll be that much further away from being a confused, mixed-up sissy. So think about it. Please?” Elaine asked.

    “Yes, Madame. I believe you are correct. Possibly I should consider it,” I said, already feeling a little better about myself.

Chapter Two: Sissy in the Making

    “Hold still Callie. Now watch carefully how I outline your lips with this lip wand,” my older sister, Brittany said. My father hated me dressing as a girl. My mother didn’t say much, but I knew she didn’t like it because my father didn’t.

    But my sister Brittany, at eighteen, four years older than me, was almost excitedly supportive of me. She gave me clothes that no longer fit her. She helped me do my shoulder length hair girlishly, and taught me makeup skills. She had ulterior motives, but I didn’t mind.

    I was one of her hairdo models at the beauty school she attended. Plus she’d dress me and give me glamorous makeovers which she’d put in her portfolio. She’d include “Before” and “After” shots to show how talented she was.

    Everyone agreed. She had the innate ability to take a “cute” fourteen-year-old boy and turn him into a stunning, mature looking, red-carpet, Hollywood ingenue. 

    My parents tolerated it, just as long as I wasn’t parading around the house in lingerie, and none of their friends, neighbors or relatives found out. Sometimes, I believed if dad wasn’t around, mom wouldn’t have cared so much.

    Brittany was talented and driven enough that at twenty-years-old, she landed a manger’s position at a prestigious salon, near the University. She and another hairdresser, Stephanie, rented a three-bedroom cottage outside of town. That became my ticket to dress a lot more frequently.

    At age sixteen, as long as I completed high school, our parents said I could take the third bedroom and move in with them. By then I was making a little money, by playing music at teen clubs on weekends. However Brittany paid most of my share of the rent.

    “You’ve helped me so much Callie. I’m glad to do it. I know you love to dress, honey. You can dress all you want here. Stephanie and I are really cool with it,” Brittany promised.

    My given name was Calvin West. I played music as “Cali” West, as in California. Brittany said she spelled it as “Callie,” the feminine form. It worked for me. I roomed with Brittany and Stephanie even after I enrolled in college.

   By eighteen I was old enough to play in the clubs that served alcohol. I played in a Folk-Blues trio. We were paid by the club and we also got tips for playing requests. I sang and played guitar. It was a University town. That was just before I met Deidre.

    Deidre was twenty-three, and doing graduate work. I was dressing up a lot more and getting plenty of assistance from Brittany and Steph. When I’d venture out as Callie, we’d usually hit Gay and Drag clubs on the weekday evenings, when they were less crowded. 

   Brittany and Steph were really helping me modulate my voice, as well as tutoring me in getting my femme mannerisms and my comportment down pat. Walking, sitting, standing and moving like a lady were becoming very essential to me.

    We were playing at one of the real “hot-spots” near the University one weekend evening. After the second set, I decided to get a beer at the bar, just to clear my throat for the last set. I smelled expensive perfume first. Then someone touched me on my right arm. I turned and saw a really well-put-together female.

    I knew she was older than me. I was nineteen at the time. I knew from just how she was dressed, coiffed and made-up that she had money. When I looked at her she spoke in a very sexy, contralto voice.

    “Well pretty boy. Are you at the bar to get a drink? Because if you are, I’m buying. In fact I’m buying drinks for you, for the rest of the night. Miss? I’m going to get this pretty boy good and drunk tonight, so that I can take him home with me. Put whatever he wants on my tab,” Deidre said to Celeste, the barmaid. 

    “Well you go girl! Now we’re talking. Lucky you, if you’re taking this pretty thing home tonight. I know I’d like a piece of that action,” Celeste teased.

    “Well thank you for the drink, Miss. I didn’t get your name. Mine is Cali. Cali West,” I said.

    “Yes, I know. Mine is Deidre Carlton. I see there is an empty table right in front of the stage. I think I’ll sit there to keep an eye on you,” Deidre teased.

    “It might be loud at that table once the music begins again. Could I sit with you until our set starts?” I asked.

    “If you dare to sit with me. I’ve already warned you that you’d be going home with me, Haven’t I?” Deidre replied.

    A few moments before our next set, my sister Brittany, who was there with Steph, waved to me and I excused myself.

    “Hey Britt. Hey Stef. How are you girls enjoying the show?” I asked.

    “Oh, nice. Cali? The girl you’re sitting with. Deidre Carlton. Did you know her before tonight?” Brittany asked me.

    “No, she was just flirting with me at the bar. You know her?” I asked.

    “Yes I do. Both she and her mother, Elaine are regulars at Salon Blush. In fact they are now my regulars. You might say I inherited them both from Carla, the manager I replaced. That family is loaded. Deidre’s mother’s maiden name was Bascombe, from the Bascombe Funds family,” Brittany informed me.

    “You say she was flirting with you? Wow. It looks like Kevin and Beth are getting back on stage. You’d better go. Good luck with Little Miss Rich Girl,” Brit waved.

    For someone so seriously grounded in submissive crossdressing as I was, Deidre Carlton was a dream come true. Ultimately Deidre was haughty and imperious. She could also be dismissive and not very affectionate publicly. She always wore expensive, top shelf, clothing and jewelry. Her hair, makeup and nails were impeccably perfect.

    She was an absolute style queen and made no pretense to always wanting to look her best. She was often touching up her makeup publicly, and checking herself in her compact frequently. So, when the time came for our combo to pack up and leave the club, I only casually hesitated to follow her home.

    “So pretty boy. Our you going to come home with me?” Deidre asked.

    “Do you live with you parents? My sister mentioned you and your mother both go to her hair salon?” I asked.

    “Who is your sister?” Deidre asked.

    “Brittany West. She manages Salon Blush,” I said.

    “Oh Brittany? Yes, she’s quite good. And she’s very stylish. Does she cut your hair? You’ve got a nice, professional cutting. No. My parents do live locally, but way out in the burbs. I have a house I rent here in the University town. I’m interning now, for my uncle at Bascombe Financial,” Deidre answered.

    “Well, I don’t have any classes tomorrow. Do you? I’m only attending part time,” I added.

    “I have some classes in the afternoon. Does that matter? You’re not afraid of me? Are you, pretty boy?” Deidre asked.

    “No, of course not. Well, let me touch up with the rest of the combo and I’ll follow you over to your house,” I said.

    As I’ve said already, Deidre Carlton rarely showed affection publicly. But she could be an absolute Lioness when she made love in bed. No sooner than I had removed my clothes, she had pushed me down onto my back, upon her vast, King bed. She literally pinned me to the mattress.

    Then she took my breath away with her strong, wet, warm, passionate kisses. When I was finally rock-hard, Deidre mounted me and began to pump, up and down, upon my engorged cock. I’d never been taken so forcefully by any female. She made love in a commanding, demanding fashion.

    She was much like a man who was trying to show a female that he was a masterful lover. And Deidre Carlton was indeed, masterful at lovemaking. I was overwhelmed. Up until that night I’d never had such a powerful climax.

   And when I had finally pumped out my last drop of semen into her pussy, she laid on her side and pulled me to her.

    “Now you can take care of me, Sweet-Lips,” she hissed as she pulled my head down between her legs.

    It wasn’t until I was licking and sucking her clit, that I realized she hadn’t expelled any of my salty juices. She held my head tightly against her pudenda with her hands and thighs. As I performed oral sex on her, I was licking and tasting my own gooey sperm.

    She wasn’t one to sleep in a lover’s arms either. Regardless, this was the best sex I’d ever had and I wanted more. Deidre, however was also clever at playing hard to get. She rarely answered her cell-phone. She’d call me to tell me where and when she wanted to see me. I played right along and she played with me like a toy.

    If she had her hair done at Salon Blush, she’d make sure to ask my sister Brittany about me. I loved hearing that, and I’m sure she knew it. I could be certain of one thing. If we did have a date, we were having sex. And we were having sex where and when Deidre wanted to have sex, and it was going to be on Deidre’s terms.

    Deidre was a House-Mother for a on-campus sorority. It was traditional that Grad-Students performed that function. Her sorority was a collection of snobbish, rich-bitches, who’s mother’s, grandmother’s, older sister’s and aunt’s had belonged to the same society.

    Many of them were from really old money and it was a very prestigious club. Every Halloween they would rent a huge hall and throw an “Invitation-only” costume bash. Deidre invited me as her date. Because she’d become very friendly with my sister Brittany, and our housemate Stephanie, from being a client at Salon Blush, she’d invited them, also.

    By now, Stephanie and Britt had bought the house that we lived in, from the landlord. So basically, I was just renting a room from them. Because it was a costume party, Brittany had dropped a dime on me with Deidre as to how good I looked when I got dolled up as “Callie.” We were laying in bed after a date when Deidre brought things up with me.

    “So Brittany tells me you femme-up very nicely. I guess, being a cosmetologist she has been able to help you with that? So are you going to ‘come-out’ as the mysterious Miss Callie for me on Halloween at the sorority costume party? I really think you should. In fact, I insist you do it. I want to meet Miss Callie,” Deidre challenged me.

    “Well yes, Deidre. That is something Britt and I have had fun with. And yes, she’s great with hair and makeup. Sure I could do that for halloween,” I said.

    “Excuse me, but it sounds and looks to me like its a little bit more than just something you and Brittany have had fun with. You were her hairdo and makeup model for a number of years when she was in beauty school. She even showed me her presentation portfolio. And in the glamour shots she has of you, you look stunning,” Deidre countered.

    “Plus, she tells me that you, her and Steph, hit the drag clubs and gay bars with you dressed as Callie. Sounds to me as if this is more of a hobby? But you’ll dress as a female for Halloween and let me see you at your best I hope?” Deidre asked.

    “Yes. I’ll look great for you. People will think we’re both girls,” I agreed.

    “Oh they’ll think we’re more than that. I’m going to do one of those Madonna/Marlene Dietrich, Butch things, in a mannish suit and tie. They will think we are a Butch/Femme Lesbian couple,” Deidre teased.

    “Now promise me you’ll go all out. I want a date with the glamorous version of Callie,” Deidre insisted.

    “I promise I will Deidre. I’ll tell Brittany what your looking for,” I said.

    “Hmm? Now that’s an idea. Don’t worry. I’ll let Brittany know how I want my date to look. And by the way. I’ll be picking you up,” Deidre added.

    The party was on a Saturday evening. It began at 8 PM. Deidre would be picking me up 15 minutes prior. Both Brittany and Steph were keeping my outfit and “look” a secret from me. But they had set my hair in curlers, did my fingernails and toes, and plucked my eyebrows before bedtime.

    They also had me use a depilatory and shave off any stray hairs.

    “You really need to get into girl mode today, Callie. While Steph and I are at the salon today, you keep the curlers in. Wear a pretty scarf, some girl’s jeans, a crop top, kitten heels and fresh lipstick. Keep moisturizing your hands while you clean up around here,” Brittany ordered.

    “In fact before we get home from the salon, you should strip down and moisturize from head to toe. So cute. You spent the entire night sleeping in curlers and you’ll be spending the entire day wearing curlers, while doing housework. So girly. Just so you can look good for your date,” Steph laughed.

    My sister and Stephanie  worked until 4:30 PM, and were home by five. I was in a robe and heels when they arrived. They had their costumes laid out and had showered that morning. They slipped into their costumes and did their own makeup and hair before they started in on me. When Brittany produced a waist cinch, I could have creamed in my pink panties then and there!

    I love the feeling of having my waist and lower torso constricted by a cinch. Prior to having me hold onto the top of a door, Britt had me slip on a garter belt, sheer hose, a pair of lightly ruffled sissy panties and a set of sandal style, ankle-strap, open-toed, high heel pumps.

    Steph and Britt pulled the laces on the cinch very tight. Tight enough to give me a modest amount of false cleavage. Next, Steph fitted me with a tasteful, modest A-cup. I’m was slim and of average height at about 5’9” and 140 pounds. Much more than an A-cup might make me look too busty and fake.

    I wanted to look like a real girl and impress Deidre. The dress that Brittany brought out was perfect! A red, form-fitting, short-hem, sequined gown, with a sash belt to define my waist. I loved it. I was speechless as the girls attached two large gypsy hoops to my pierced ears. 

    I was nearly breathless when they sat me down at Brittany’s vanity. Britt began pulling out my curlers and Stephanie wiped my face with a cleansing pad as she started in on my makeup. My hair was a sandy blonde shade then. Britt dipped her fingers into a jar of styling pomade which she enjoyed using to sweep back her sleek, dark-brunette pompadour.

    Once she had my sandy-blonde locks infused with the pomade she began to tease, brush and comb my hair which had been set for nearly 24 hours. In the meantime, Stephanie worked a rose-gold foundation onto my face. After smoothing the foundation with a matte-peach powder, Steph blushed my cheeks with a soft-pink blusher.

   As I watched Stephanie do my makeup in the mirror, I realized Brittany was giving me a high-fashion, evening upsweep for the costume party. What Stephanie proceeded to do with my eye makeup was exotic. She blended various shades of dark-blue, purple and burgundy with a deep kohl, to meld my shadow, mascara and eye-liner.

    At long last she finished my blue orbs with elongated copper-toned wings at the corners of my eyes. It was the perfect finishing touch to my sexy, evening, “date-makeup” look. I felt like a Vegas Showgirl. Stephanie took a lip wand and outlined my mouth with a matte coral pink before she filled in my lips with a tube of really creamy, pink frost lipstick.

    Brittany stood me up and propelled me to a full-length mirror. She handed me a pink evening bag. As I looked at “Callie” from all angles, I saw that Britt had completed my evening “updo” with a white hair-bow pinned in back where she’d bobbie-pinned my French-Twist. I was so excited as the girls dabbed me with White-Shoulders perfume.

    I walked back into my bedroom to await Deidre. After a while I heard Brittany’s voice, “Princess Callie, your date is here.”

    I minced into the parlor to see Deidre standing there, dressed in a mannishly-cut suit, with riding boots. Her honey blond, long bob, had been jelled, slicked back and finally tied in a bun at the nape of her neck. With her severe makeup she had indeed captured the Madonna/Marlene Dietrich, “Butch” look she was seeking.

    “You were correct, Brittany. She does femme-up beautifully. Come with me, my sexy miss. Your chariot awaits. I’ll see you girls at the party. I’ll be showing-off my date,” Deidre smiled.

    Deidre took my hand as she walked me to her car. That was something she’d never done. And when the valet took her car keys, in front of the venue, she put her arm around my waist, to escort me into the building. I did indeed, feel as if I were her very helpless, vulnerable date.

    Her show of public affection towards me was unusual. She introduced me to her sorority sisters as her girlfriend Callie. I received several jealous looks from a few of the girls and smiles from others. A few of the girls asked either me or Deidre what my costume was. Though I hesitated to answer Deidre explained.

    “Callie is a boy who decided to come as a girl. Isn’t she gorgeous?” Deidre asked.

    That caught the attention of several of the sorority sisters. When word spread around, I began to get questions about what I used to shape my figure and how often I dressed up. When the music started though, Deidre took my hand and led me to the dance floor.

    “Excuse me ladies, but I’d like my date back. Come along Callie. We’re going to dance,” Deidre ordered me.

    As she snuggled with me for a slow dance, Deidre quizzed me.

    “You’ve been keeping things from me Callie. This dress-up thing is more than just a casual hobby. You mince, as well as sashay, in those four-inch heels, as if you’re modeling on a Paris runway. You’ve had to have practiced extensively in high-heels in order to do that. You’re a serious cross-dresser, aren’t you Callie?” Deidre probed.

    “I, well, yes Deidre. I do enjoy dressing as a girl and role playing,” I admitted.

    “I’ll say you do. You’re one of the more sexy and pretty girls here. In fact, the name Callie doesn’t do you justice. It’s cute, but not glam enough. No honey. You’re much more like a Calista, I think. Yes, we’re going to be calling you Calista from here on,” Deidre proclaimed.

    “And depending on how the rest of the evening goes, I think I might just enjoy several more dates, with my Calista,” Deidre promised me, as the dance ended and she walked me to the refreshment table.

    By the end of the evening, I had received numerous compliments as to how I looked, as well as many remarks on how nicely I walked in heels and comported myself. Deidre had let several of her sorority sisters dance with me. As we stood outside, waiting for the valet to bring her car around, Deidre announced to to anyone listening that she was taking me home to bed me.

    “My date and I will be going to my residence to take care of some unfinished business,” Deidre announced to sly smiles and mocking laughter.

    At that moment I felt just like a vulnerable, helpless, silly girl. No sooner had we’d arrived at Deidre’s rented home, than she poured both of us a glass of Peach Brandy. More than once during the evening. Deidre had instructed me to take my compact out of my purse, and fix my face as well as fluff my upswept bangs.

    She told me to do it again, after I drank my glass of brandy. I’d had three glasses of wine at the party. The Brandy was Deidre’s first drink of the evening, so I was way ahead of her. She laughed as I painted my lips at her prompting.

    “That’s just so fucking cute, when you do that. I mean you look exactly like some sort of prissy fashion queen. You just so, did, fit in, with those fussy, sorority girls this evening. Come on honey. Let’s get your sexy ass into a baby-doll nighttime set and into my bed,” Deidre said, pulling me along by my hand as I jiggled on my high-heels.

    “Get undressed and put on this virgin, white, baby-doll set. It’s trimmed in pink, so it’s perfect for a sissy like you. You know that you’re a sissy, don’t you? That’s how people refer to submissive boys, who like dressing up like girls. They call them sissies. Just so you are aware of that,” Deidre confirmed, as I stripped down to the buff and got into the Baby-doll set.

    “You’re so much like a girl. Just so sweet, prim and neat,” Deidre added, as she watched me carefully fold, and hang up the clothing I’d taken off.

    Deidre put on satiny pajamas and we simultaneously slid into bed, embraced and kissed. She could tease and mock me, all she cared to, about being a sissy. Just as long as she’d make love to me the way she had made love in the past. Indeed, she seemed even more aggressive and tigerish on this occasion. 

    Her French kisses, seemed moister and hotter. The experience for me was surreal, and nearly out of body. Yes, I’d been dressed as a female and made love to other girls in the past. But none seemed so much into the adventure, as I sensed that Deidre now was. That made all the difference. She was treating me as if I were a submissive girl and that made me believe I was a submissive girl.

    Until then, the melding of lipsticks had never been, quite so very exciting. When at last she mounted me, with me upon my back, I truly felt as if I were being taken. She slid my penis into her warm, wet, pussy. She slowly drove me wild sliding up and down upon my cock, at a steady, moderate pace.

   When Deidre realized I was close to a climax she slipped off of my cock. She laid on her back and grabbed me by my upsweep.

    “You used a lot of hairspray to hold your pretty ‘do’ together, didn’t you honey? You need to suck Mummy’s pussy baby. Then I’m going to show you a real treat. In fact, I have several treats planned for my girl,” Deidre growled sexily.

    I got right to work licking Deidre’s twat and eating her out. She spurred me on, calling me “girl” and “sweet thing” as she unpinned my upsweep and fluffed my hair. It didn’t take her long to begin a long, slow groan, and finally gasp as she climaxed and smeared her juices all over my beautifully made up face.

    She told me to kiss and rub her tummy to calm her down. Then she pulled me to her.

    “Deidre’s pretty girl Calista does such a nice job sucking pussy, that Deidre will have to keep her around. You know what? I don’t know if I’ll ever let you dress as a boy again when we’re together? Why should I? Okay my sexy sissy-bitch. Time for surprise number one. You’re going to have a really special climax,” Deidre promised.

    She quickly went to one of her her dresser drawers, and pulled out what looked like a squeeze bottle of lubricant. In her other hand she had what turned out to be a moderate sized strap-on faux penis.

    “What is that?” I asked.

    “I would imagine you are speaking of this cute, soft plastic, strap-on dildo? Don’t worry honey. This is only about the size of an average male penis. Which might be about what you have between your legs.? And you had no qualms about sticking that up inside of my cunt, did you, dearest? Best thing about this plastic prick, is this curved end. It’s made for a guy’s ass-pussy,” Deidre explained playfully.

    “It will contact your prostate and drive you completely wild. This lube is really amazing though. A bisexual guy at work told me about it. It’s become very popular with homosexual males for anal sex. It contains 5% lidocaine to desensitize and relax your anal and sphincter muscles. Plus it contains Roman Chamomile Essential Oil,” Deidre smiled as she attached her strap-on to her pelvis.

    “This co-worker at work, who recommended this to me, just adores effeminate young boys. And he likes being very gentle with them when he breaks their rectums in. So he’s crazy about using this lube on his ‘girls’ as he calls them,” Deidre chuckled.

    “Not only does it lubricate, but it smells pretty too. So a sissy like you should love it. Come on princess. Get on all fours if you want a climax. Otherwise I’ll make you jerk off. Turn over! Oh, good girl, Calista!” Deidre smiled as I presented my ass to her.

    She lubed the inside of my anus and I could feel the numbing effect of the Lidocaine. She was correct. The scent from the Chamomile was very pretty. As she entered me, the dildo went in more smoothly than I had thought it would. Once I relaxed she began stroking her plastic cock in and out, nice and slowly.

    “You’re going to be just fine little girl. Mummy will care for her pretty girl. Tell me how it feels when it taps your magic button. Isn’t that nice?” Deidre asked. 

    “Oh yes Deidre. It is nice. It’s so nice. Yes it feels so good. Oh yes. I love this Deidre!” I gasped.

    “I’ll bet you do sissy. You know sissy? When you’re all dolled up like the submissive little femme that you truly are, I think you should be calling me, Mistress Deidre. Don’t you slave girl? Would you like that sissy? Would you like to be Mistress Deidre’s little sissy slave girl?” Deidre teased.

    “Yes. Yes please Mistress Deidre. Oh please. Yes, Calista would love to be your sissy slave girl!” I agreed.

    I was really turned on by Deidre’s true sense of dominance. What subservient sissy wouldn’t be? My cock was rock hard and the way Deidre was screwing me I was getting really close to spurting. And then I did. It only took a few more rubs against my prostate and I went wild.

    I began to screech. A really effeminate sound emitted from me. Deidre laughed and said, “You go, my pretty sissy-bitch!”

    When it was all finally over, I was laying face down on the bed, gasping and sobbing slightly. It had been a really emotional experience for me. Dressing up really pretty was always a high point for me. But then to be courted and taken out in public by a demanding female was an additional turn on. 

    But to have that female treat me like her sissy-slut-bitch and truly dominate me sexually was amazing. 

    “Are you going to be okay sissy? Well that’s good. Maybe you can make my breakfast for me Sunday morning and then scrub some floors for me? Would you like that? By the way. The next time I take Calista clubbing, she’s going to get dressed-up here at her Mistress’s house. I’ll have another little surprise for you then, honey,” Deidre promised.

    “Now kiss Mummy goodnight, princess. That’s a good girl. Such a sweet girl and such a sweet kiss. Maybe you can wake Mummy in the morning with a nice pussy-lick? Sleep tight my sweet sissy-girl. Have sweet dreams of lipstick and perfume,” Deidre cooed as I drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

    My life had just taken a very emasculating turn. I wasn’t about to try and stop it.

Chapter III: Calista in Bloom

    The “other little surprise” Mistress Deidre spoke of, was to make me wear a butt-plug, on our second date, with me dressed as Calista. On that occasion I did indeed dress-up at Deidre’s home. I wore a swing skirt and a peasant blouse, with my hair down and prettily curled.

    Once the butt plug was inserted and I was fully dressed, Mistress Deidre had her “girl” walk back and forth across the spacious living room. She wanted to impress upon me how much prettier I would walk with a butt-plug up my rectum. She was correct. My hips swung from side to side dramatically. 

    In between each sway, my ass would jiggle provocatively. With my makeup on I felt dazzling. We went together to a Soiree her Sorority was holding. The girls who had seen me dressed as Calista at the Halloween party were a little surprised that Deidre would take me out on a second date, again dressed as a female.

    “What can I say ladies. Calista just looks better and behaves more subserviently as a girl. I’d keep her like this for the rest of her life if it was practicable,” Deidre laughed.

    But I wasn’t laughing. I was in seventh heaven thinking about the possibility of spending my life as the submissive sissy wife of Deidre Carlton. However. I would realize the reality of that, sooner rather than later.

    When I met Deidre’s father, Hunter Carlton, I knew right away he didn’t care for me. He was a former military flyer turned airline pilot. He wasn’t at all impressed with a part-time college boy that played music part-time. Not when his Heiress daughter was a grad student and being groomed to be the CEO or the CFO of major money management firm.

    Elaine, Deidre’s mother was less standoffish. Deidre would later tell me, “Mother thinks you’re so cute, Cali. I wish she could see you as Calista? She’d adore you.”

    Why Deidre hung onto me after she left the University and began working at Bascombe Financial I don’t know? But she did. I imagine she must of liked the control she had over me. Deidre did enjoy having control. 

    Our musical group had enlarged to six musicians from three and then we added a female singer. She and I were supposed to team up and sing duets and harmonize together on choruses, but the chemistry just wasn’t there. Then we branched out and became a jazz/blues/rock fusion ensemble.

    When we began touring I couldn’t stand being away from Deidre, even though she was very busy at the office. So I asked her what she thought.

     “Meet me Saturday at my house. We’ll take a drive together into the countryside,” she said mystically. 

    We drove for a number of miles beyond the suburbs. We came to an exclusive private community. At the security gate Deidre spoke to the guard. “Deidre Collins. Lots 23 and 24. It’s a new build,” she said handing the guard her drivers license. He waved us through.

    We stopped at a busy construction site after passing numerous secluded mansions built upon impressive wooded acreage. When Deidre climbed out of the front seat of her SUV a hard-hatted superintendent immediately walked over to her.

    “Glad to see you’ve come out to take a look Ms. Carlton. We should have this dried-in today, ma’am,” the Super said.

    “That’s great Carl. I’m really just showing my boyfriend the house Carl. Don’t let us hold you up. We’re not even going inside,” Deidre said as Carl excused himself.

    Then Deidre turned to me. “My uncle, whom I’m working for right now, gave me these lots as a graduation present. I easily had the money in my trust fund for the down payment on the completed structure. My salary will comfortably pay the monthly mortgage,” Deidre explained.

    “I’d love to have you move in with me as soon as it’s ready Cali. I told my mother and she says that it’s my life. She does like you. She says you’re a late bloomer. So we’ll see. Why not tour with your group until after I move in? See if you like the traveling?” Deidre said.

    “Don’t concern yourself with my father. He still travels at least half his life. And he’s in no hurry to retire. My mother and I can handle him,” Deidre promised. 

    “However, if you intend on living here, it’s me or the group. I was raised with a father who traveled constantly and still does. I know the toll that took on my mother. You won’t have to worry about playing music if you don’t want to,” Deidre explained.

    “You don’t even have to take college classes. You can live here, do your thing, be here for me, and find yourself. Who knows? You might even like being a suburban housewife?” Deidre laughed. 

    Did she know, that the last comment about being a housewife gave me chills? I could already see myself in this secluded house, in this remote community, dressing to my heart’s content. Then I came down to reality and realized I had a choice to make.

    “Deidre. I already know the answer. Whenever you are ready for me to move in here, I’m ready. I can tour with the group until the time comes. I’ll let them know my plans,” I agreed.

    “As long as you’re comfortable with that Cali, I am. And there will be plenty of time and opportunity to cultivate Calista around this place,” Deidre winked, as she hugged me.

    Again, an uncharacteristic show of public affection. Was she changing? Was our relationship changing? Or was it the mention of Calista that brought that hug on?

    The band members didn’t even seem to be upset with the fact that I’d be moving on. The girl singer was very talented. Besides having a fantastic voice for our sound, she played a wicked slide guitar and a Blues Harmonica that wouldn’t quit. Plus our duets were forced at best.

    I left the band two weeks before Deidre was ready for me to move in. “Good. That’s okay. I can give you a tour and you can take your time getting settled,” Deidre smiled.

    The house, the decor and the furnishings were amazing. So many rooms. Deidre proudly showed me her future plans. 

   “This is my boudoir and bath. This is your bedroom and bath. There are just too many rooms for us to crowd each other sharing a bed, bath and closet space. Now check this out,” she said taking me into a room that could have been a bedroom but only had a vanity, a settee, some lounging chairs, and plenty of closet space.

    “This room is where Calista can keep her things and get pretty for me. We’ll keep the main door locked and we’ll say the room is used for miscellaneous storage. Now look at this. This door adjoins your bath. So you can bathe, moisturize and then pretty up. Nice?” Deidre asked, grabbing me and kissing me.

    “Wow. A dream come true,” I gasped.

    “I even decided to put in a small home hair salon that my mother and I will likely enjoy, but I’m sure Calista will spend some quality time there as well,” laughed Deidre.

    We strolled thru the house hand in hand until we reached the outdoor pool in the back of the house. Then Deidre got serious.

    “There will be rules for Calista. We can’t have an open season on dressing up. We have neighbors that might drop by once we get to know them. We both have families and friends. So, we’ll have to plan and be careful, but creative. I don’t want you embarrassed, Cali,” Deidre said, kissing me.

    Deidre’s father was hardly thrilled when I moved in and even less thrilled when we told him and Elaine we were getting married. I didn’t propose. Deidre simply told me that we were having a wedding and she wanted a big wedding. 

    “I don’t care if my parents pay for it or not. I can pay for it and my uncle has already offered to help me with it. And I’ll pay for the honeymoon too. Once we’re married my father will just have to get used to you,” Deidre insisted. 

    Deidre did plan a massive event. She was the original Bridezilla I have to believe. Everything had to be perfect. Even her mother, who could be very particular had to rein her in now and then. She’d rented Westminster Gardens for both the wedding ceremony and reception. She was to have six bride’s maids and her maid-of-honor was to be my sister Brittany. 

    Stephanie was to be one of the bride’s maids and some of the girls from Salon Blush would be doing hair and makeup at a dressing room area provided for by the Westminster Garden Club. I didn’t really have any close male friends, so Brad Colington, a close associate of Deidre’s, that worked for her at Bascombe Financial, would stand in as my best man.

    Brad turned out to be the bisexual guy that had recommended the Lidocaine and Roman Chamomile Sex Lube that Deidre used when she took me anally with one of her strap-on dildos. Of course I didn’t realize it, at the time when he was best man at our wedding.

    Deidre’s bridal gown was very smart, sexy and quite provocative. Though my tux wasn’t effeminate, it certainly wasn’t the traditional masculine tux. And my hair? Well? It was a product of Deidre, her mother and my sister, making me the prettiest guy ever, at a wedding.

    Deidre’s gown was a bell-shaped confection dripping in lace with an open back and puffed sleeves. It was a mini-gown with fluffed petticoats. She wore petit-pants underneath, sheer hose and matching white heels. Here brunette hair was really “done” in a dramatic upswept “do” that one of my sister’s hairdressers must have spent hours on.

    Deidre had decided I’d be in a white tux, shirt, and shoes. Underneath she insisted I wear a white training bra, with matching panties, a garter belt and matching ladies hose. The white hose that did show between my pant legs and shoes just looked as if I had white socks on.

    Thankfully I wasn’t made to wear any cosmetics on my face or nail polish on my nails. But, as I said, my hair was sensationally pretty. A week before the wedding, Deidre and her mother had taken me to Salon Blush. It turned out my sister was to be a co-conspirator. When Brittany showed me the style and color Elaine and Deidre had chosen for me, all I could say was, “No way. I am not wearing my hair like that at the wedding, Brittany.”

    It was one thing to go out “A La Femme” to drag bars. It was also fine with me to dress up with my girlfriend either at home or going out with her and some of her sorority sisters. Deidre and I had taken part in some really beautiful evenings in the new home she’d had built.

    During the day when she was at the office, I would be allowed to dress in girl’s jeans, with a blouse and maybe some mid-height, peep-toe pumps. She let me wear light makeup and if I was dressing as Calista that night, I could set my hair.

    Usually though, I might have to shop for groceries, or deal with Deidre’s dry-cleaning, so that meant no makeup and no curlers. In that case I would eagerly wait for a phone call, some time after Deidre’s lunch hour. If there was no call, I’d know that there would be no Calista at dinner.

    However if she did call I’d listen to what Deidre had to say with bated breath. And if Deidre did add, towards the end of the conversation, “You know honey, I think it would be really nice if we could invite Calista to dine with us tonight? Don’t you? Could you do that for me honey? See if you could get Calista to be there at dinner time?”

    That gave me the okay to be as pretty as I possibly could for Deidre. I’d make certain I had all the ingredients for dinner ready to go. Then I’d shower and shampoo. I’d put my hair up in hot rollers. Then I’d moisturize and put on a panties, a garter belt, and hose. I’d pick out a pretty skirt and blouse or a nice dress.

    I’d add a lightly padded, “A” cup bra. I’d then get dinner going before doing my hair, nails and makeup. The last thing I’d do before I’d make Deidre a drink, was step into some tall, “fuck-me” high heels. I’d meet Deidre at the door, while wearing the wettest, reddest lipstick I could find.

    “Good evening Mistress Deidre. I hope you had a wonderful day at work? Let me take your laptop and you take this snifter of Brandy. Would you like a foot rub prior to dinner, Madame?” I’d coo.

    However a week prior to the wedding, Deidre, her mother and my sister wanted me to wear my hair, at the wedding, in one of the most girly styles and color schemes I could have possibly imagined. And I was not going to humiliate myself like that in front of Deidre’s macho father who could not tolerate me anyway.

    So, in front of both Deidre and her mother I told my sister Brittany to “Forget it honey. No way!”

   Sister Britt just shrugged her shoulders. Deidre looked perplexed. However it was Elaine who looked absolutely annoyed. And she said so.

    “One moment girls. I’ll settle this matter in my own way. Cali. Come over here please?” Elaine said, pointing to an area around the corner from Brittany’s styling vanity. I hesitated.

    “Cali? Now Cali? Get over here where I can speak to you privately. You don’t want to try my patience Cali. Honestly,” Elaine added.

    “Cali for goodness sakes, do as she says. Please Cali?” Deidre said and I followed Elaine over to an area very near to Brittany’s office.

    Elaine looked at the door. “Brittany darling is this your office? Really? Could I use it to speak to your brother privately? Thank you dear. Cali. Come in here now,” Elaine said, taking me by the wrist, squeezing tightly and practically dragging me into Britt’s office prior to closing the door.

    “Elaine, just what is this all about?” I asked.

    “Just shut up Cali and listen to me. And by the way, Beta Boy, right now I’m Ms. Carlton to you. Now, my daughter works her butt off at Bascombe Financial just so that you can flounce around the house in your most feminine pretties. Yes, I know all about Calista, darling. You really think  a mother and daughter don’t talk, Cali?” Elaine said, in a calm measured voice.

   “Well of course we talk. We work together and have lunch together. Give Deidre a couple of drinks at lunchtime and she tells Mother everything. Now, this wedding means everything to Deidre. So I really don’t care what my husband thinks about how you look and I don’t care how you want to look. Understood Cali? Good,” Deidre smiled.

    “I honestly don’t give a damn if Deidre dresses you in ballet slippers and a tutu, next Saturday. And it won’t mean a thing to me if she has your hair colored pink and then, the girls from the salon, put it up into a coiled upsweep. I don’t care at all Cali,” Elaine added.

    “So get your ass back into that salon, and let those girls do whatever Deidre tells them to do to your hair sweetie. Or I’ll tell her to call this wedding off and toss your sissy ass out in the street. As long as I’m okay with you, she’ll keep you around. Trust me. I hold the keys to this marriage Beta Boy,” Elaine threatened. 

    “Yes Elaine. I mean yes Ms. Carlton. I understand you clearly,” I said as Elaine again took me by the wrist and pulled me into the salon.

    “Cali, whenever you are a good boy, you can always call me Ms. Elaine. Britt honey. You can have your shampoo girl begin on Cali now. Color and style are to be just as planned, ladies,” Elaine sang.

    Sometime later, my wet, lank hair, had been cut into a just-off-the-shoulders, blunt-cut bob, with a perfect center-part. Minus the dark-auburn color, it looked like a haircut Kim Kardashian might wear. Then Brittany lightened my sandy-blond hair to an almost white blonde, before she dyed it to a striking Swedish-blond.

    But she wasn’t quite finished. After foil-wrapping my tresses, she added Titian Henna lowlights to my Swedish blonde locks.Then my blunt-cut locks were blown dry. My hair now shone, in the salon’s indirect lighting with a Rose-Blush, tinted hue. 

    I couldn’t imagine what the male or even the female guests at the wedding would think of my hair? Elaine drove Deidre and I back to the new house we now lived in together. She stopped in briefly, to admire some of the new decor. Before she departed she spoke very plainly to both of us.

    “I believe that Cali and I now understand each other, Deidre. Don’t we Cali? Cali fully realizes, just as we do, that he is a Beta Boy. And Beta Boys obey their wife and mother-in-law, don’t they Cali?” Elaine smiled.

    “Yes ma’am, Ms. Elaine. I understand ma’am,” I submitted.

    “Good boy Cali. Or should I be saying, good girl, Calista? Oh by the way you two. The next time I come for dinner and Hunter can’t make it, I expect the meal to be served by Miss Calista,” Elaine said chirpily. 

    Deidre laughed, and I simply blushed. “Well I see the two of you had a long talk in Britt’s office, didn’t you? Of course mother. Calista will be thrilled to serve you. Won’t you darling? Mother, I’ll walk you to your car,” Deidre added graciously. 

   Standing beside Deidre at the wedding, as Deidre and I exchanged rings, I was in a white tux, white shoes and matching ruffled tux shirt. Underneath my apparel, Deidre had insisted I wear scalloped white panties, a matching garter belt, white ladies’ opaque hose and a white training bra with beaded lace around the edges. No one would notice, she’d told me.

    Even if they saw the white hose between the cuffs of my pants and the tops of my shoes, it would appear to be white dress socks. However it was my hair that made me stand out from any male at the wedding. When I said “I do” and we turned to kiss, any stranger would have seen two girls kissing. I had the hairdo and the hair coloring of a Northern European fashion model, right down to the Rose Blush tint of my striking Balayage.

    In fact. After the ceremony, both Stephanie and Elaine tittered when they told me that Deidre and I did indeed look like two very pretty girls engaged in a loving, Lesbian embrace, right after the Minister said, “You may now kiss the bride.”

    “What do you think Stephanie? If Deidre hadn’t worn the gown it would have been difficult telling which of of them was actually the bride,” teased Elaine.

    When Hunter, now my father-in-law, looked at me at the reception and said, “Congratulations Cal,” I could see the look of abject loathing on his face. Quite a few women, younger as well as older told me they liked my hair. I made sure to let them know it was Deidre’s idea.

    The only male that actually liked my hair was my best man, Brad Colington. “Gee, Cali. Your hair looks fabulous. If you were wearing makeup I’ll bet you’d look like one of those Nordic Fashion Models. Who did it for you?” Brad asked.

    “Well thanks Brad. My sister Brittany did. In fact where is she? She said she had someone she wanted me to meet. Anyway Brad, my hair was Deidre’s idea you know? Hey Brad. We’ll talk later and thanks for being my best man,” I said.

    “It was my pleasure Cali. Yes, we’ll see each other later. For sure. I really hope we get to see a lot of each other Cali. I’ve heard a lot about you from Elaine and I’m really looking forward to getting to know you a lot better,” Brad smiled.

    It surprised me that Elaine had talked me up to anyone at all, especially one of her male employees? I found my sister, arm-in-arm with a very attractive, full-breasted, Latin looking female. Then it struck me. The woman was Italian actress Sophia Regale. Sophia was so gorgeous! 

    Sophia was also still able to get romantic, leading lady parts in Hollywood films. Even if she did prefer to stay in Europe, versus the US. What was she doing with my sister, especially as they were linked arm-in-arm as if they were a romantic couple? 

    I’d often wondered if my sister preferred females over males. I actually thought there might be something going on between her and Steph. But it definitely looked like there was something between her and this renowned Movie Star. I guessed I was about to find out? 

    “Brittany, are you going to introduce me? Not that I don’t know you are with Sophia Regale?” I asked.

    “You must be Cali? Your hair is so lovely! If you must know, Brittany and I met in New York. She was there for a Beauty Salon Management Conference. I was there looking for talent to run a new Resort, Salon and Spa, I recently invested in, on the Italian Riviera in Genoa,” Sophia said. 

    “It seems I found a talented salon manager for my spa, and so much more, than that, in Brittany,” said Sophia, as she looked at Brittany and puckered her lips as she blew her a kiss.

    Brittany blushed and said, “I just wanted to wait until you were married and you had someone to care for you Cali, before I said anything. I made sure that Steph got the management position at Salon Blush. I don’t really have a ton of equity in the house,” Brittany shrugged.

    “And with Sophia and I so deeply in love I just feel so fortunate. I’m signing the house over to Steph. I plan on being in Italy living with Sophia at her villa, within a month’s time Cali,” Brittany gushed.

    “You can be sure I will take wonderful care of your beautiful sister Cali. I know you have so many guests to see Cali. We’ll see you later. Enjoy your nuptials,” Sophia smiled.

    As people saw us off from the reception, I thought of the packing we’d done, for the honeymoon we were taking, in Georgia’s Golden Isles. We were renting a house. Even though we were planning on some nights out, and plenty of time at the beach, I was also looking forward to cooking some evening meals for Deidre, while I was dolled up as Cali. 

    As we drove down Interstate 95 South, from the Washington DC suburbs I enjoyed the feeling of satin panties underneath my soft, embroidered, girl’s jeans. My plans were to now dress more and more, or at least as much as Deidre would possibly allow me to. 

    I never realized that the further I immersed myself in my femininity, how difficult it would be to turn back. But why would I want to turn back, anyway? That would be so crazy, wouldn’t it? 

Chapter IV: Suburban Trophy 

   Once Deidre and I had settled in after the honeymoon, her father Hunter, rarely if ever, came to the home we shared. We saw him more often, if we visited him. Which was fine with me. If Elaine did come to dinner without him, Elaine always insisted that Calista was to cook and serve dinner.

    Deidre did not care who cooked as long as she wasn’t required to. I had enjoyably settled in as a suburban, trophy, housewife. Our neighbors were of the country club set. As we didn’t join the club, we basically did not see much of them and didn’t socialize. As such, I was able to cultivate Calista’s housewife persona as much as I cared to.

    That is, I could cultivate Calista, as long as it was practicable. Deidre set the boundaries and I obeyed them, or else. I could shop for groceries, go to the dry cleaners, the post office or have something done to my hair by Stephanie at Salon Blush, while in unisex garb.

   That would include girl’s slacks and tops, modest heeled ladies’ footwear, and very light makeup. Maybe some waxy white gloss and some pencil and kohl around my eyes. Looking like a vamp was reserved for evenings out. 

    For Calista to meet her Mistress at the door, took the expressed consent of Deidre or by a special request from Elaine. That is where I finally screwed up, and things changed dramatically. Deidre had begun to take business trips. One evening when she was in Miami she called me.

    “My mother is lonely. My father just so happens to be in Europe. I told her that Calista would cook her dinner and entertain her this evening. Is Calista available?” Deidre asked.

    I could have fainted. “Oh my goodness Deidre, just tell me what time Elaine would like dinner,” I girlishly swooned. 

    “Well you should know by now, that she is Mistress Elaine or Madame when you are Calista. She said she’d be there at 6 PM for drinks and dinner at 6:30. She likes our Peach Brandy and your Zucchini casserole. You’d better look your best and make her very pleased, Calista,” Deidre added.

    “Yes Mistress. I promise you I will,” I simpered delightfully.

    I truly wanted to do a classic look for Elaine. I knew that Deidre appreciated me hot and slutty. But for Elaine I always like to be more subdued, even when she dined with both Deidre and I. I’d just had some things done with my hair that I was very happy with.

   I’d come to really like the blunt cut bob with the center part, which I’d worn at the wedding. I’d simply been keeping it trimmed with Stephanie at Salon Blush. I also adored the Rose Blush tint that the Henna Lowlights gave me over the Swedish blonde base. But what I wanted was something darker, with the Rose Blush as a highlight.

    “Hmm? Well honey. We could go with a Burnt Amber base. It’s beautiful. Look at this hair model in this book. I could dye your hair the same shade of Burnt Amber, she has. I could color right over what shade you have remaining right now. Then I could foil you, and paint in the Rose Blush highlights throughout,” Stephanie promised.

    “I think you’d look stunning. Especially after you do a makeover to do dinner with Deidre. Don’t you do dinner for her and Elaine as Calista now and again? They were talking about it in here a few weeks ago. They seem to love it. So, do we want to do that precious?” Stephanie had asked and I jumped at the chance.

    So now I would get to show Elaine. I checked through my spacious closets and found just the right dress to go with my hair. It was an emerald cocktail dress with a ruffled bodice and lacy, long sleeves. It would look great with my hair color, and a sexy pair of heels I had.

    The heels were three-inch and black, with an ankle strap and a T-strap. When I was putting my A-Cup inserts in my bra I thought about how nice it would be to have real boobs to show off. With my sheer hose and the right hair and makeup I was going to look like a knockout.

    I wondered if I could talk Elaine into going out for a drink at a gay or drag bar after dinner? Could she go for that? I put that out of my mind for now as I prepared dinner wearing an apron. I checked the time and realized I still had to do my hair and makeup.

    I was fortunate that with Deidre gone away on business, I’d been dolling up every night and had done my finger and toenails the evening before. I’d used a clear base coat, multiple color coats and a clear sealer. My nails didn’t even need a touchup. I used plenty of styling pomade as I blew my hair dry.

    I back combed and teased it for a real Brazilian Blow-out look. Then I took really great pains with my cosmetic application. I always did when I had the time. And Elaine was worth it. How many mother-in-laws would tolerate a stay-at-home, sissy-son-in-law, that wasn’t much more than a trophy housewife? 

    I really contributed nothing to my own support, outside of housekeeping, shopping and cooking. Deidre brought home the bacon and took care of all the finances. I didn’t even know how much the electric bill was. Nor did I want to.

    I wanted my eyes to be especially glam. With my new hair color I decided on exaggerated copper wings at the outside corners of my eyes. I settled on magenta lipstick. Lots of creamy wet Magenta lipstick. When Elaine rang the doorbell I couldn’t get to the foyer quickly enough.

    “Oh goodness Mistress Elaine. You look so very sensational. Do come in. I’ve poured you a Peach Brandy, Madame. Please let me take your coat and handbag and do be seated?” I said with a very feminine flourish. 

    “Well thank you Calista. You look stunning angel. Is that a new dress. Hmm. Well I can smell dinner. And I know I told Deidre 630 but if the food is ready, I’m famished, angel,” Elaine said.

    “Of course Madame. Please come in to the dining area and I’ll serve. May I take your drink in for you. No?” I said as we moved to the dining room.

    Elaine sat and I served, curtseying as I did so. Then I sat and we began to eat. Elaine sipped her Brandy as I sipped mine. Elaine liked to talk at the table and the Brandy helped her along with that.

    “Honey, let’s do girl talk. Now I love the cute curtsey but just call me Elaine. We’re just a couple of girls tonight talking about men. Or about our spouses. Okay? I miss Hunter when he’s not around and I do wonder if he sleeps with the stewardesses on his flights. However, I don’t really care,” Elaine said.

    “I do love Hunter, but I married him because he was a safe choice. My parents wanted me to marry some in-bred scion of another, old-money family. Some Jackass, that when I finally became the older model, would flaunt his young, bimbo girlfriends right before my eyes. No thank you,” Elaine smiled.

    “Hunter was manly. Hunter was handsome. He was an ex-military officer, and a pilot with a major international airline. My father liked that. Plus, Hunter wouldn’t ask for a dowry so it saved my father a small fortune. My mother enjoyed him being a handsome flyboy,” Elaine explained.

    “Our sex life is fair these days. Oh, he’s virile, but he doesn’t eat pussy. Seeing he no longer eats pussy I no longer suck his cock,” Elaine said, flagrantly.

    When Elaine spoke of eating pussy and sucking cock, I nearly spat a mouthful of Brandy into the air. At this juncture I didn’t offer her another drink.

    “So that is why I wonder if he doesn’t bang any of the girls that make the flights with him? I’m sure they will give him the type of sex he wants. I won’t do anal at all, either. That’s for gay men. I would also venture to say, that sissies might enjoy that sort of thing? But it’s not for me. Am I being too lucid and talkative Calista?” Elaine asked.

    “No Madame. Would you care for coffee and dessert Madame?” I asked.

    “Yes Calista, that would be lovely. One cream, no sugar. Oh, apple pie?” Elaine asked.

    “Yes ma’am. Made with Agave. No sugar,” I added.

    As we ate our dessert, and drank our coffee, Elaine looked at me intently from time to time.

    “Calista. You are just so lovely. I don’t want to interfere in anyone’s marriage, of course. However I don’t know why my daughter does not have you dress as a female 24/7. Honey, if I owned the property rights to you, I’d have you on girly hormones and you’d be in dresses and high heels all day long,” Elaine said, filling me with scandalous excitement.

    At the door, as she said goodbye Elaine leaned over towards me.

    “Just one little kiss on the lips Calista. Nothing sexual. Just a little kiss. It will be our little secret,” Elaine promised.

    It turned out to be more than just a little kiss, but that was as far as things went, for the moment.

    “If I wasn’t such a good mother, I’d have you eating my pussy, right this instant, sissy. But that would be so wrong. However, if Deidre ever kicks you out? You can come and stay with me sissy. Okay? Remember that, sissy. If Deidre ever boots you? Sissy can come running home to Mummy Elaine. Mummy Elaine will take good care of her sissy,” Elaine promised.

    “Ms. Elaine. I don’t think Mr. Hunter would care for me living there,” I blushed.

    “Oh, don’t worry about him. He travels 50% of the time. Besides, I can always keep you locked up in a closet when he’s there,” Elaine laughed.

    After Elaine departed for her home, and before Deidre ended up calling me, I hatched an idea that would change things between Deidre and I quite a lot. Deep, down inside I knew it would tilt the scales, improperly. But, I went ahead with my venture anyway.

    The phone rang as I was removing my makeup. I loved wearing makeup and truly disliked the reality of removing it. I wondered how other women felt about that? I saw that it was Deidre calling, and quickly answered the call.

    “Hello Deidre darling. Your mother left almost an hour ago. We had a lovely time dear. We haven’t discussed it, but do you have any idea of when I might expect you home my love?” I asked in my very best suburban, trophy housewife voice.

    “I’ll be taking a non-stop from Atlanta at noon Friday. We’re finishing this deal early. I should be at Reagan by 2 PM. Between deplaning, getting my luggage, and a taxi, plus the drive, I might be coming thru the door, not much later than 3:30. Why do you ask? Do you have plans to be out shopping Friday afternoon?” Deidre wondered.

    “Well no. I just wondered when my beautiful wife would be home? Maybe I was planning on surprising you with a nice late lunch? But now it won’t be a surprise will it?” I said sweetly.

    “Oh you are just so sweet Calista. Of course, I know you are still dressed. I can tell by your voice. You’re also sweet when you’re Cali, too. You know that? A late lunch would really be, very nice. Can I plan on that? I hate the garbage they serve on the plane,” Deidre said. 

    Yes of course you can. Lunch will be served at 3:45 Friday afternoon Madame. And maybe something else afterwards,” I said in my sexiest contralto.

    “Hmm? Oh? Well there had better be something else served afterwards,” Deidre purred, even sexier.

    “Well, then it’s a date, Madame. Lunch will be served at 3:45 Friday, and you will be served, properly afterwards, Madame,” I giggled prettily.

    “Sounds very nice, Calista. Now we both need to sleep. Now Calista, I know how hot and sexed-up you get in your girly things. But no playing with your penis tonight. I want you nice and rock-hard for Mummy, Friday afternoon,” Deidre growled as I cooed. 

    I’ll agree that neither of us said anything whatsoever, about Calista being the one to serve up lunch, upon that upcoming Friday afternoon. Yes. And I know, I was, at the very least, stretching any rules that Deidre had laid down concerning Calista. Thus far, since Deidre had begun business trips, I had greeted her, upon her return, as Cali.

    It would always be Cali. But after an exciting dinner of girl talk and a sexy kiss with Deidre’s mother Elaine, I could not restrain myself. Or maybe it was Calista I could no longer restrain? Calista had been inside of me screaming to be unbridled for some time now. I simply couldn’t hold that girly-girl back much longer.

    Whatever the reason, I woke up on that Friday morning with a sense of uncontrollable, impending excitability, that just wasn’t  restrainable. I wanted everything to be perfect. I wanted Calista to be beyond stunning, and irresistible. I’d been making preparations since I’d spoken to Deidre that evening when she was in Miami.

    This was to be a new beginning in the relationship between Deidre and Calista. Calista had taken on a life all her own. It wasn’t going to be a romantic candlelight dinner of course. It was a lunch. But it just wasn’t any lunch. But of course, I couldn’t wear a cocktail dress or a form fitting sequined gown.

    Still, I’d need to be flirty, tempting and sexy. My outfit was already laid out in advance. It consisted of a black, frilly swing skirt, with a high-necked, open-backed, see-through, long-sleeved, white blouse. I decided not to wear hose, so I moisturized my legs quite heavily. Then I slipped into pair of ruffled sissy panties which I still adore wearing.

    Next came a scalloped white brassiere. After putting on my skirt and blouse, I set my dark-crimson hair, with it’s rose-blush highlights, onto medium-large perm rods. I used a spiral setting pattern and plenty of wet-look, blue setting gel. 

    I wanted a shiny head of hair, done up in ringleted, fussy, spirally curls. I chose one set of tear-drop, pendant earrings along with another set of large, gypsy-style hoops for my doubly-pierced ears. Before I did my makeup and picked out my high heels, I planned lunch. 

    I decided to go with shrimp salad sandwiches on whole wheat Pita bread, with tossed salad. I chose white wine, pink chablis, and some diet ginger beer, with some iced tea for drinks. Now it was time for makeup, finishing my hair and choosing my sexy footwear. 

    I enjoy looking in a vanity mirror with my hair in curlers or wave rods as I use makeup to unveil the pretty girl I soon will be. I cleaned my pores before I began to apply the translucent foundation. Then I used pressed powder to soften my look. I love rose-tint blusher. Then I went to work on my eyes.

    I adore making my eyes glamorous and sultry. So I next arched my waxed brows seductively with a henna-tint pencil. After an application of rose-gold shadow I lined my eyes with a grey mascara. I finished it all off with just a hint of coppery wings at the very corners of my eyes. 

    Last but not least came my bright crimson, wet-look lipstick and my “Catch me, Fuck me,” four-inch high-heeled sandals with crisscrossed straps all the way up to my calves. It was not a moment too soon. I received a text on my cell-phone from Deidre that read, “Cali, darling. I’m leaving Reagan right now. Lane Redmond is driving me. I’ll be home in twenty to thirty minutes. Love, Deidre.”

    Lane Redmond? Oh my. I hope he didn’t want to come in? I was frozen with fear but wasn’t about to undo all the beautiful things I’d just done to myself. Instead, I sat in Calista’s dressing room and removed the wave rods from my hair and styled it into just the cutest spiral perm look. Then I watched Deidre’s progress with the “Find a Friend” App on my cell phone. 

    When I saw that she and Lane were on our street, I carefully watched from Deidre’s upstairs bedroom window. Lane’s car pulled up. He and Deidre walked to the front door. I watched as Lane put Deidre’s luggage inside the house. Then he drove away. I could hear Deidre calling out, “Cali, I’m home. Are you here? Where are you darling?”

    I minced down to the ground floor and posed for Deidre in the living room. I spun around in a circle to show off my flirty skirt and my springy curls.
    “I’m right here darling. Welcome home. Do you like what you see?” I asked flirtatiously. I sensed that I had miscalculated how Deidre would respond.

    “Well you certainly look nice. Such an unexpected surprise,” Deidre said calmly.

    “May I greet you with a kiss darling?” I asked.

    “Yes of course. I’d love a welcome home kiss,” Deidre said as our lips and then our tongues met. 

    She looked deeply into my eyes as we separated.

    “How nice. Please bring me something to drink. I’ll be in the den. I’d also enjoy an Aloe Vera foot rub. White wine would be nice,” Deidre smiled.

    I rushed to get the white wine and Aloe Vera. I handed her the glass of wine. 

    “Kneel in front of me. There is something I need to say. Good girl. Take off my shoes and begin my foot rub. Good. Now Calista. I don’t recall either of us discussing Calista greeting me, when I arrived home, this trip. Not even during my last call from my Miami hotel room. Do you?” Deidre asked.

    “No ma’am,” I whispered.

    “Now, we both know that there are rules concerning Calista. Calista can only make an appearance by permission or request from mother or I. Am I correct? Now what would’ve happened if Lane had seen you? Tell me, Calista?” Deidre demanded to know.

    “I’m truly sorry Madame. I so desperately wanted to surprise you,” I said.

    “Oh and you did surprise me. But I think it is something more like this. You desperately wanted to dress up as Calista. That’s what I think the case is. Well what’s done is done. You may remain dressed. I might as well take complete advantage of this. I’ll decide during lunch whether or not there will be consequences for your irresponsible actions,” Deidre said.

    I bent over backwards during lunch, serving Deidre and fawning over her obsequiously. I was cleaning up afterwards when Deidre took a last sip of wine and spoke.

    “I want you in my boudoir kneeling, with your head bowed at the foot of my bed. I will be in shortly, Calista,” Deidre said.

    “Yes Madame,” I answered. 

    When Deidre arrived in her boudoir she motioned for me to kneel on the bed. “Remove your panties and high-heels. Get as close as you possibly can to the headboard. There. Now hold your hands together as if you are praying. Very nice,” Deidre said as she wound an old head scarf around my wrists. She then attached my bound hands to a carved-out, wing-shaped piece at the top middle of the headboard.

    “There you are kitten. You won’t be going anywhere. Did you ever wonder what I did when as a grad student, I was a housemother at that silly sorority? Well, I’d occasionally paddle the new novice’s who were pledging our Greek. Let’s raise your skirt up out of the way,” said Deidre.

    Then suddenly, I heard what turned out to be the whoosh of a drilled oaken paddle going thru the air. Wham! The paddle fell harshly upon my ass cheeks, as Deidre laughed. I screeched loudly.

    “Did that hurt Calista darling? Well I’m sorry you little bitch but you deserved that. You see Calista? There is a lot more where that came from. You know why? Because you broke Mummy’s rules darling. So, I am going to paddle your ass until it’s red raw. Then I’m going to lubricate your rectum and fuck your ass with a large, double-ended, strap-on dildo, until you faint, Calista,” Deidre hissed.

    “Oh please don’t Ms. Deidre. I’m sorry. I’ll be good. I’ll never do it again, Ms. Deidre,” I begged, sobbing. 

    “Oh you fucking well better believe you won’t do anything wrong again, Missy. But no. This isn’t any time for leniency on my part. You wouldn’t learn your lesson properly, if indeed, Mummy let you off so easily. Now would you princess?” Deidre added, as she struck my ass, again and again, with her paddle, as I screamed even more loudly.

    “You sound just like a girl, Calista. I wonder what you’ll sound like when I slip that big, fat, silicone cock up inside your asshole?” Deidre laughed. 

    I could hear her readying the strap-on. I was whimpering. Then I felt her using the Lidocaine and Chamomile lubricant to oil-up my anus. Then she slipped the plastic cock into my rectum and slowly pushed it inside of me. She was chuckling to herself as I simpered like the sissy-girl that I was.

    “You know, Calista. Should you really want to truly feel as if you are a girl, we’ll need to find you a big, strong, manly man to do this to you. How are you doing honey? Tell Mommy?” Deidre asked. 

    “I think it is almost completely inside of me Madame. Oh! Yes, that feels good. Oh Madame, oh that does feel nice,” I girlishly gasped.

    “Good girl. It makes you feel like a real slut, doesn’t it Calista? Is Calista Mummy’s slut? Tell Mummy Calista. Are you a real slut?” Deidre said idly as she screwed me.

   “Oh yes, Mummy Deidre. Yes I am your slut. Oh, fill me up with your big, hard, fat cock,” I begged as I shook my ass and couldn’t help but want more.

    Deidre was enjoying this quite a bit. And I was quite stimulated also. I could hear her panting and huffing as she neared a climax. My prostate was being so pleasurably assaulted. As Deidre screeched, I could tell that the double-ended dildo had done it’s job with her. Then I felt my cock elongating and I shot my load against the headboard. 

    As Deidre withdrew the plastic cock from my anus, I hung by my wrists from the headboard, thinking she’d soon release me from my bonds. She rolled over onto her back and sighed deeply. Then she stood up.

    “I’m going to clean off my cock. Once I turn you loose you can do my linens and then make a late supper. I’m leaving you tied up where you are presently, to let you contemplate your errors. I’ll be back,” Deidre promised.

    When Deidre did return to release me, she reminded me to change her linens and to make something light for dinner.

    “We girls need to watch our waistlines, don’t we, Kitten? Oh, and by the way, we need to discuss something further at the evening meal,” Deidre warned me.

    We were seated at the dining room table when Deidre stared intently at me and began to speak.

    “I think, in light of your obvious obsession to dress as Calista, you may need to begin, to consider becoming Calista, full-time. I’m serious now, girl. I think you need to walk on the wild side with us ladies at least for several months. And to truly know what it means to be a female, I would strongly recommend that you see the GYN mother and I see,” Deidre stated emphatically.

    “Delilah Hilton, our GYN, is a well-respected GYN for Transgender Females. I think we need to have her put you on Estrogen so you may begin to grow a pretty set of tits. I’ll speak to mother about making an appointment for you,” Deidre said calmly.

    “Mother would also accompany you, so that you wouldn’t feel so self-conscious about things. As soon as I finish eating, I’m taking a shower and getting some rest. I’ve had such a busy week. Are my linens changed, Calista?” Deidre asked.

    “Yes ma’am,” I said submissively.

    “Good girl. Well you can get this after-dinner mess cleaned up. I’d like breakfast-in-bed Saturday morning at 9 AM. And we’ll discuss your future Hormone-Replacement-Therapy more thoroughly over this coming weekend. We should have you sitting in the GYN office by the middle of next week, Calista,” Deidre added, matter-of-factly.

    “You’re going to need to box-up every stitch of Cali’s clothing for storage over the weekend, also. I’ll assist you. We may want to donate most of it to charity. Your body will change quite a bit once you’re well into the HRT. Nothing of Cali’s will fit you by then, anyway. Goodnight Calista. Remember. Breakfast-in-Bed at nine for Mistress on the morrow, sweetheart,” Deidre added as she made her exit.

    I sat there wondering, what it might be like, at long last, to fully become Calista. It appeared I’d currently be beginning, a new adventure, as of now. Never once did I question Deidre’s wisdom.  I completed my dinner and just like the dutiful housewife I had become, began to clear away the table. I absent-mindedly looked into a mirror to girlishly appraise my face and tresses.

    I was excited to become a real, full-time girly-girl. 

Chapter V: Never a Second Thought

    I began my HRT under the watchful eyes of Deidre, her mother Elaine, and their GYN, Delilah Hilton. As Deidre predicted, my initial visit and consultation with Doctor Hilton occurred by the middle of the following week. The doctor deemed me an excellent candidate for male to female transition. 

    Predictably, as Doctor Hilton had forecast, my personality and my emotions initially became affected by the Estrogen. I came to be substantially more compliant towards Deidre’s needs and wishes. I was increasingly more precise when performing my housekeeping, cooking and serving  duties. My attention towards my appearance turned out to be more fastidious and fussy.

    I found myself looking into mirrors, as well as checking my lipstick and my hair, in my compact, much more frequently. I continuously would ask Deidre, “Do I look nice, darling?”

   I was just so insecure and full of self-doubt. It took a few months to notice any growth in the areas of my bosom and hips. But when it became apparent that I was now achieving a new feminine shape, I was ecstatic. My sex drive now increased, but in an obvious female way. I noticed I was daydreaming more and more about Deidre and what she might be doing or what she thought of me.

    It was truly exhilarating, when Deidre asked me if I’d like having my boudoir redecorated. By now, the last of my “Cali clothes” had been picked up by the truck from Goodwill. So at this juncture, my closets and dressers were brimming with my attire from Calista’s old dressing room.

    It was so very exciting to pick out new colors for the walls and the ceiling of my boudoir. Finding just the perfect new vanity and canopied four poster bed was absolutely intoxicating. I felt like a new woman, and I was.

    Another prediction of Doctor Hilton’s became true after my fourth or fifth Estrogen Booster Injection. I really wanted sex badly after the Doctor’s office visit and couldn’t wait for Deidre to arrive home from her workplace. During dinner I was practically throwing myself at her and flirting voraciously. I didn’t realize it at the time, but I was much more like a female flirting with her masculine suitor, than any male coming on to his wife.

    When I did finally find my way into Deidre’s boudoir, we made love as if we were two, very sweet lesbians. We touched so romantically and lovingly. I used my mouth on her puss, more effectively than I ever had before. Her climax was shuddering. When the time came for Deidre to mount me, as she often did, I realized my penis was completely soft. Deidre said nothing and though she gladly played with my cock for some time, I could never attain an erection.

    As it was a weekend, the following morning after breakfast, I brought this up. “Could we sit down and talk in the den?” I asked.

    “Of course darling. What is it?” Deidre smiled.

    “Well I have noticed that I’m no longer able to become erect. I would venture that it’s the combination of the Estrogen and the Testosterone blockers making me so much more feminine? Is there anyway I could make it up to you darling? Would you like me to use a vibrator or dildo on your vagina when we have sex?” I asked.

    “Let me just say, first of all, that I do enjoy your oral ministrations on my clitoris, Calista. But in the case of a vibrator or dildo, versus an erect penis? No dear. I’m afraid there is no substitute for the real thing, my sweet girl. But, you’re becoming a female, and this is to be expected, my love,” Deidre smiled. 

    “I really don’t know how to say this Deidre? Please don’t be offended? However, I love you and I want to be certain you are happy and sexually fulfilled. Would it be wrong, for you to have a boyfriend? There are some women, in committed Lesbian relationships, that occasionally enjoy a male lover,” I said.

    “Hmm? Yes, I have read of women such as that, as well as heard of that sort of relationship occurring. Frankly Calista, I noted your occasional failure to become erect, a month or so prior to today. And, I’m so very thrilled that you would suggest a male lover or a boyfriend. You see, darling, upon the most recent, out-of-town  business venture I took, Lane Redmond accompanied me,” Deidre related.

    “I was so very starved for a real, rock-hard penis inside of me, that I nearly forced Lane to have sex with me right after dinner, during our first evening together in Atlanta. Don’t blame Lane. If you blame anyone Calista, it was me. I was sex-starved for a piece of man-meat inside of my quivering pussy, darling. Lane and I have been seeing each other, romantically, ever since then,” Deidre admitted.

    “I’m so desperate for him sometimes, that we often have to engage in sex, in my office at work. With the door locked, of course. As I don’t want anyone finding out. So, what you just said? About me having a lover? Well darling, it is just such a Godsend. At the very least, I’ll feel safe from prying ears and eyes, having sex with him here,” Deidre smiled.

    “Deidre, I don’t blame anyone, darling. Outside of myself, possibly? You poor dear? I know you have needs. Please don’t risk embarrassment at your office, Deidre? Yes, of course you can bring Lane to your bed here,” I added.

    “Thank you Calista. I want you to meet him. But he’s so handsome and caring, that I think you might fall for him?” Deidre teased.

    “Why don’t I bring him to the house for dinner Friday? He and I could spend the evening afterwards having sex. Possibly Lane could spend the weekend, and the two of you could get to know each other really well? Maybe he has a friend for you, also?” Deidre offered.

    “A friend? For me?” I asked, puzzled.    

    “Yes dear. A male friend? After all, you are a growing girl, Calista,” Deidre surmised.

    “I see. I hadn’t considered that?” I mused.

    “However, Deidre it’s a wonderful idea for me to get to know Lane much better. Especially if you’ll be seeing so much more of him. So yes. Why don’t I cook and serve dinner? I’ll leave the two of you alone to have a romantic evening. I’ll eat in the nook in the kitchen,” I surmised.

    “If you and Lane need anything, just ring the Maid’s bell your mother purchased for me. And the two of you just slip off to your boudoir when the mood strikes you. I’ll care for the after-dinner clean up. If you’d like Deidre, I could serve breakfast in bed for you and Lane, Saturday morning?” I offered.

    “Would you, Calista darling? Why that’s so sweet. Would 9 AM be too early?” Deidre asked, as I told her that nine would be just perfect for me.

    Not once, did I ever consider, or offer to stop taking the Estrogen or Testosterone blockers. Both of which, would of course, make it possible for me to once again be able to attain an erection. And why would I? I enjoyed being Calista, all too much to ever consider that. Instead, I was willing to suggest that my wife take a male lover so we both could have what we really wanted.

    Not only did Lane come for dinner on Friday, but I cooked and served the meal, in a cute, polka-dot dress, with my Titian tresses in a  swirled, coiled upsweep. Smiling angelically, through my wet crimson lips, I laughed as Deidre and Lane flirted openly with each other as I served dinner and drinks.

    As I cleaned away the dinner dishes, and served more drinks, Lane and Deidre kissed romantically in the den, before slipping off to Deidre’s boudoir to have torrid sex together. I then sat at my vanity, setting my freshly shampooed hair, giving myself a green-clay facial. I could then hear the creaking of the bedsprings and the banging of the headboard as Lane screwed Deidre torridly.

    In between the noise from Deidre’s shaking bed, I could hear Deidre’s panting and screaming, as I’d never heard her ever before. The high-pitched screeches of, “Don’t stop Lane! Oh my heavens, what a cock you have, darling. Fuck me Lane, fuck me,” resounded into the night, as I fell off dreamily to sleep.

    I awoke extra early, to make certain I looked pretty as I served breakfast. I decided to wear a French Maid’s uniform Elaine had given me for a Christmas gift, the year prior. I again did my hair in an upsweep. And as I was also serving food, I put my upswept hairdo, into a hairnet. 

    I spent much time on my makeup and checked myself thoroughly in a full-length mirror before mincing off to prepare breakfast. Promptly at nine I tapped lightly upon Deidre’s boudoir door. “Please come in, Calista,” Deidre responded.

    As I brought the breakfast cart into the room, I could see that Deidre and Lane had the sheets and coverlet rolled down, exposing their genital areas. Lane’s massive prick was erect. Deidre had both of her very well-manicured hands wrapped around it, and was giving the head of Lane’s cock, soft, light kisses.

    Deidre paused to smile. “Calista, breakfast smells wonderfully, and you look so cute. Didn’t mother get you that Maid’s outfit for Christmas? She did, didn’t she?” Deidre laughed.

    “Just put the cart off to Lane’s side of the bed, darling. Lane and I want to speak to you about something before you leave us alone, to eat breakfast this morning. Do you recall Lane’s good friend and our work associate, Brad Colington? He was at our wedding, pumpkin,” Deidre reminded me.

    “Well then, I might have told you that Brad was bisexual? Did you know Brad found you simply stunning at our wedding? He thought you looked so sexy in your white tux. And he loved the way your sister had done your hair. He thought you were just beautiful. Recently I showed Brad some new photos I’d taken of you, and he remarked that you could stop traffic,” Deidre went on.

    “Why don’t you let Lane and I set you up with Brad next weekend and we could all have dinner here? Or if you prefer we could double date and go out somewhere. What do you think Calista?” Deidre asked.

    I was speechless. Throughout her entire discourse, Deidre had stopped mid-sentence, to either kiss the tip of Lane’s penis or to plant a kiss upon his testicles. It wasn’t lost on me either, that my wife was trying to match me up with the best-man at our wedding. I didn’t know what to say just then.

    Finally I relented. “Could I let you know later this weekend? It does sound like fun. I’d just like to think it over. Do you want me to put the breakfast tray on the bed now?” I asked.

    “No darling. I have a little unfinished business to attend to with Lane, here. We’ll serve ourselves, thank you, Calista. Yes, think about a hot date with Lane and let us know, sweetie. Run along and attend to your usual Saturday duties, Calista,” Deidre added with a wink.

    No doubt, after I exited her boudoir, Deidre finished Lane off with a fantastic, morning blow job. Deidre and Lane were in and out of the house, the entire weekend. At long last, I consented to a Saturday night, double date, at Lane’s country club, with Brad Colington. 

    Apparently, Brad resided not far from Deidre and me. He only lived about five blocks over in the next community, just at the edge of our neighborhood. When I showed angst over my first date with a man, Deidre would explain just how normal that was.

    “Calista, love. Every girl is a little uptight over her first date with any guy. Of course this is your first date ever, with a guy. But you’re a girl now honey, and you need to begin dating guys. Calista baby, you are a real knockout, girl. Brad is so lucky. I do want to show you a few things,” Deidre said, going to her boudoir and returning with one of her numerous dildos. 

    “You’ve had a pretty large silicone cock, similar to this one, in your rectum. Therefore I know you are good with pleasing Brad, in that respect. And you know how to lubricate. Plus, Brad has taken a few, very effeminate guys, that he’s dated, rectally. But, I don’t think you’ve ever sucked a cock. Have you? This one isn’t huge, and it’s realistic. See? It has a set of balls,” Deidre explained.

    “The trick to cock-sucking is total immersion. Don’t just concentrate on one portion of the penis and testicles. If you’re licking the tip of the cock, you should be massaging the balls with your fingers. If you’re licking his balls, you should be masturbating the penis. Watch,” Deidre said as she demonstrated. 

    “Okay, you try it. If you could get an erection I’d show you by sucking your penis. But that isn’t happening. Wash the fake cock first honey. That’s it. Now take it in your mouth and lick around the head as if you’re eating an ice cream cone. I know I didn’t suck your cock very often but you never really asked,” Deidre shrugged.

    “So I sort of saved it for a really special treat. If you can give Brad, or any guy for that matter, a great blow-job, you can always keep them coming back for more,” Deidre promised.

    I prepared for my date with Brad, no differently than I would for a dinner with Deidre or Elaine. First I relaxed in a nice hot bubble bath, as I shaved my legs, bush and underarms. Then I coated my toweled-off body with moisturizer, powder and perfume. Deidre helped me with a waist cinch, to give my bosom the appearance of more cleavage. 

    I went with a black bra and frilly sissy panties under a white skirt and blouse. My legs were freshly waxed and beautifully tanned, so I stayed away from a garter belt and hose. I really didn’t have much between my legs any longer, so the heavily frilled panties would hide my genitalia, very easily from the public.

    I’d been mincing around for most of the afternoon with curlers in my reddish, pink-rose blush, highlighted hair. I decided on a teased evening hairdo with evening makeup and tall heels. I even wore a red, Bolero-Shrug wrap, to set everything off. All that I had done to be beautiful, turned out to be well worth it. Simply, just to see the look on Brad’s face, and hear his effusive compliments, when he first saw me.

    “Calista, you look sensational this evening. Doesn’t she Lane? Calista, when I saw you at the wedding, I just knew one day you’d make a stunning female. If indeed you desired to become a female. I’m so flattered you’d go out on a date with me,” Brad said as he took my hand, to lead me to Lane’s vehicle. 

    Brad opened the rear passenger door. With a very ladylike flourish, I slipped in and was seated. Brad then got in on the rear, driver’s side door, before he slid across the rear seat to sit next to me. He snuggled in, very romantically, against me. I showed my consent, by pushing my body against his, smiling.

    I next decided to take my right hand, across my body, and rub Brad’s right thigh. All the while I stared intently into his eyes, with my red, wet lips, puckered. I wanted him to know that I was open and willing, for anything that might be on his mind for tonight. 

    At the country club we were led to “Mr. Redmond’s favorite table.” The Maitre D and the waiter complimented both Deidre and I on our appearances. Brad assisted me with removing my shrug. This action exposed, my slim, bare shoulders, for everyone to view. We then ordered drinks. 

    I assured myself I didn’t want to become sloppy, slutty drunk. But I did want to drink just enough to make any type of sex with Brad, relaxing and pleasurable. After drinks, we ordered our meal. While waiting for our hors d’oeuvres, Brad invited me to dance a slow-dance, to a tune the band was playing. 

    I gladly acceded to his request.. As Brad swept me to the dance floor, I elegantly moved along in rhythm with him. All the while, balancing beautifully upon my tall, four-inch, spike heels. I stared deeply and seductively into Brad’s eyes. I could always dance well. A few, more aggressive females, had enjoyed dancing with me because I didn’t mind if they took the lead. 

    By now, I was certain that Brad realized that I was all his for the evening. As we danced, Brad leaned over and asked me, “Would you mind if Lane dropped us off at my place, after we leave the club? It isn’t at all that far from where you live and I could take you home later, if you’d prefer?”

    “Brad, I think that would be just wonderful. I’d love to see your house. I’d really like to see your bedroom if you’re interested in showing me that?” I purred as I held him tighter.

    After dinner, a few more drinks, and more dancing, we began our drive back to where Deidre and I resided. Then Brad, spoke to Lane.

    “Lane. Could you drop Calista and me off at my place? I’ll see that Calista gets home. If that’s okay with everyone?” Brad asked.

    Deidre turned around in the front passenger seat and looked at me, smiling. “I think that is a wonderful idea. Calista is a big girl now and should be able to find her way home. You two have a lovely time Brad. Calista doesn’t have a curfew and can decide for herself what she wants to do,” Deidre said with a wink in my direction.

    It was perfect that I’d just had my previous Estrogen booster only a little over three days prior. I was really juicing-up in my panties and my insides were fluttering, and just dying for a fat cock. I was hoping Brad had plenty to offer.

    I slid over to Brad who was seated behind Lane. I slipped one arm around his back and placed my other hand over his groin. I squeezed and then rubbed his crotch as I kissed his neck. He responded immediately. His penis grew in his pants and I then kissed his lips.

    I heard Brad sigh. Then he said, “We’re almost there, Calista.”

    We said our “goodnights” as Lane and Deidre drove off. Right after we entered Brad’s house and Brad closed the door he had his arms around me and we were kissing fervently. I pushed my bosom and my crotch into him.

    “You said you’d show me your bedroom. Were is it Brad?” I asked huskily.

    We both undressed in a flash and I was under the sheets with him laughing, shortly after we’d arrived in his bedroom. He felt my growing, pubescent tits and smiled.

    “These are lovely Calista. You must have been on Estrogen for a while?” Brad asked.

    “Doctor Hilton, my GYN, has me on an accelerated-growth formula. I’m thinking about implants. Not really big ones though. Maybe a B-Cup? I’m so slender I don’t want to look too busty and top heavy,” I added.

    “I don’t mind saying that I prefer a sylphlike, boyish frame on girls such as you, Calista. I like that your hair isn’t really long, and that your voice has a slight hoarseness to it. That must sound kinky, doesn’t it?” Brad asked.

    “Bradley darling. I love things that are kinky. I’m all about being kinky Brad. If that’s what you like? Well, that’s what I’ll provide for you dear. Let me suck your cock, Brad?” I laughed as I went down on him. 

    Too me, Brad’s penis was the perfect size and the perfect shape for a sissy-girl like me. It was large enough to enjoy sucking on but not so big that it was going to cause me any discomfort when I finally took it inside of me. My initial sexual escapade with Brad, was yet another turning point in my journey to womanhood. After sucking him off and finally having a man inside of me, I felt one more step closer to being a female.

    Brad was rock-hard when I finally asked him, “Brad honey, do you have any lube?”

    “Yes I do. Right here on the nightstand. It’s really great stuff too. It has a numbing feature with Lidocaine, and the further lubricating attribute of Chamomile,” Brad explained.

    “Oh, Deidre uses that when she pegs me. You must be the co-worker that introduced her to this?” I said.

    “Yes, I think I am. I’m going to lube both of us. What position would you care to try?” Brad asked, expertly.

    “I’ve only done it doggy-style,” I explained.

    “Well then, I’ll show you a new one,” Brad smiled.

    Once we were both lubed properly, Brad sat on the side of the bed with his feet firmly planted on the floor. Then he held his arms out to me.

   “Come here to me, Calista. Move closer. That’s it, now stand over my penis and lower yourself down. That’s it. Soon you’ll be sitting on my lap with my penis inside of you,” Brad said.

    Slowly as I lowered myself down, Brad’s penis entered my lubricated and desensitized anus. I quivered. Once Brad was all the way inside of me, I exhaled in relief.

    “Now. You can keep your feet planted or I can stand momentarily and you can wrap your legs around me,” Brad suggested.

    “Let’s try you raising me and I’ll wrap my legs,” I asked.

    The feeling I had, once I locked my legs around Brad’s torso, and leaned my head against his shoulder, was amazing. 

    “Oh Bradley darling, this is so exquisite. Your are so very masterful. Oh I could just kiss you. Oh Brad, I’m your woman tonight dear. Oh Brad, fuck me and make me a woman, please?” I begged as I moved up and down upon his penis.

    It was truly exhilarating to be doing this. It was as if, all the makeup lessons, the pretty clothes, the trips to the salon, and my own inherent submissiveness had brought me to this place. I could already feel my little wee-wee leaking sperm as Brad’s strong cock contacted my enlivened prostate. I sucked on Brad’s neck and then I kissed him ardently, before I again buried my head into his shoulder and rubbed my face against his.

    By now I sensed Brad could no longer hold back. As he spurted his manly seed inside of me, I couldn’t help but scream out, “Oh Bradley darling! Fuck me, please fuck me darling!” I shouted.

    I felt his warm sperm flood inside of me. My ejaculate was slowly dribbling down my thigh. Still though, I was blissfully exhausted. 

    “Oh Brad. Lay down beside me. Oh you wonderful man! I’m one big step closer to being a lady Brad, and you made that happen, darling,” I gasped. 

    I was nearly hysterical with bliss. Brad and I laid side by side kissing. The effects of the dancing, the alcohol and the lovemaking had soothed us both enough that we were soon off to sleep. At around 5 A.M. I awoke long enough to feel next to me and realize Brad was sleeping, and had a massive erection.

    I put my hand to my mouth to get some saliva and I was soon masturbating him. He awoke groggily and handed me the lubricant nearer to his side of the bed. With the proper lubricant I was able to masturbate Brad to a groaning climax. Neither of us awoke until about 8 A.M.

    “Bradley, could I make you some breakfast? Wonderful. Is that a woman’s robe, hanging there darling?” I asked.

    “Yes. I’ve had a few ladies leave things here and never collect them. It’s been laundered. Use it if you’d like,” Brad said.

    Was it conveniently hanging out for me? Did Brad plan on having me stay overnight all along? Possibly? Or did Bradley occasionally dress in it? Of course it might also belong to one of the effeminate sissy-boys he frequently brought home. It really didn’t matter.

    Shortly after breakfast, as I planned to dress, put myself back together and have Bradley drive me home, my cell phone rang. It was Deidre.

    “Hello Deidre. Yes, we had a lovely time. Yes, we’ve eaten and I plan on dressing, fixing myself up and having Brad, drive me home. What? You want me to walk?” I asked.

    “Yes. Calista, you know how I’ve insisted you begin to experience really girly things since we started you on female hormones? I had you get a perm, with mother, as kind of a mother/daughter thing? Then you and I had roller-sets together as kind of a girlfriend thing? And you know how we do each other’s nails and watch a chick-flick together? Well this is one of those girl things you need to do,” Deidre explained.

    “Walk home, four or five blocks, on a Sunday morning, wearing four-inch pumps? When my boyfriend could actually drive me?” I asked.

    “Yes darling. It’s called The Walk of Shame. Everyone that sees you in heels, with sexy clothes on, will know you’ve been fucking your boyfriend all night long. Now don’t cheat. Call me when you leave. I’ll be watching you on my Find-a-Friend app on my cell-phone,” Deidre cautioned me. 

    “I’ll know if Brad drives you at all. If I find out you cheat, I’m not letting you back in the house. And when I do let you back in, you’ll pay for it dearly by submitting to a session with my sorority paddle. So you’d better behave and be honest, Calista. I’ll see you when you get here honey,” Deidre added as she hung up.

    Brad couldn’t believe I was going to do it.

    “You don’t know her Brad. She’s serious. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. Please don’t be angry with me Brad. And please call me?” I asked.

    “Of course I’ll be calling you. It was the most fantastic and exciting dates, I’ve ever had,” Brad said, giving me a big, long, kiss.

    “Thank you Bradley, dear. I feel the same way,” I said as I minced away from his Montgomery County home, in my tall pumps.

    There were enough people awake and outside at 10:30 A.M. on a Sunday morning to make me feel very ashamed. A few women stared and pursed their lips, mockingly. The men that saw me leered, lasciviously. When I finally reached the house Deidre and I shared, Deidre opened the door.

    “Good girl. You made it. Didn’t you leave anything behind purposely? You’re supposed to, so you can go back later and get fucked again. What’s the matter with you girl? Sit down. Would you like a Bloody Mary? You need one, don’t you? I could use one also,” Deidre added.

    As we sipped our Mary’s, Deidre grilled me on the lurid details of my date. 

    “Yes, of course we had sex. And yes I sucked his cock and we had anal sex and he was fabulous. No. I didn’t wake him up with a blow-job. I masturbated him and then I made him breakfast. Deidre, there is something we need to talk about,” I said.

    “And what would that be kitten?” Deidre asked. 

    “Us Deidre. Our marriage. This isn’t the way it’s supposed to be. We’re like two bisexual females right now that have different boyfriends. It’s not the same, any longer,” I sighed.

    “Oh, no kidding? Well yes. It’s not the way it’s supposed to be. I was supposed to be married to a guy. You’re not a guy any longer Calista. As for different boyfriends. Do you think we should have the same one?” Deidre laughed.

    “Well you brought this up. What should we do about it, Calista?” Deidre asked.

    “Deidre, I still love you. Just not as a wife. I’m the wife. I’ve always been the wife. I can no longer sexually satisfy you. I have a boyfriend. And I don’t see that changing. We should get a divorce. An amicable divorce. I didn’t bring anything into the marriage and I won’t ask for anything, either,” I said.

    “I’ll do that if you want, Calista. Do you still propose to still live here?” Deidre asked.

    “I could still be your housekeeper? Until I can find something,” I said.

    “Well I won’t throw you out. And I’ll pension you off, handsomely. I’m not like some fucking man who is going to cut his wife off completely in a financial sense. I’ll have mother talk to our legal team. While I’m at it. Would you like some transitionary female identification?” Deidre asked.

    “You should have that done if you’re going all the way with this, Calista,” Deidre explained.

    Once again, I put myself in Deidre and Elaine’s hands and they really didn’t let me down. The girly identification came through. Deidre saw to it that the cash settlement I received was very lucrative. My name had never been on the house. That was a condition her uncle insisted on when he gifted her the land to build the home upon. 

    I could have easily rented a nice condo, with the money Deidre gave me. I could have immediately applied to beautician’s school. Stephanie, who once shared a house with my sister and me, now owned Salon Blush. She had married a wealthy K-Street lobbyist, that she’d met at our wedding. 

    Stephanie’s new husband had also purchased the property next door to Salon Blush. That property was renovated, and Stephanie now additionally owned a hairdressing school. But I’d never had the initiative to do anything like that. 

    So I never looked into the condo, nor did I attempt to contact Stephanie who would have gladly helped me. I hadn’t even pursued Brad, who I really liked. If Brad Colington called me up, then, we went out on a date and had sex. I loved it. However, I didn’t pursue the man that might have loved me enough to care for me. 

   I just wasn’t equipped to take the measures needed to make him mine. So I continued to keep house for Deidre, and as I did, I watched her and Lane Redmond, fall in love. Lane wanted Deidre. He took the measures to make that happen. And he wanted Deidre all to himself.

Chapter VI: Under Mummy’s Wing

    Elaine had once said, “If Deidre ever throws you out sissy, you can come running home to Mother. Mummy Elaine will care for her sissy.”

    It was something like that, anyway. I’d never thought about it. I never dreamed it would happen. But it did. A few weeks after Lane Redmond and Deidre returned from their honeymoon, Deidre reluctantly informed me, that her new husband, Lane wasn’t comfortable with me living there.

    “What can I say Calista? Lane somehow has a problem with my ex-husband, flouncing around the house in heels and aprons. I mean you do have the money to rent a really nice, fully-furnished place, Calista. You do know that, don’t you? I took care of you quite well in the divorce settlement, honey,” Deidre intoned. 

    Lane and Deidre had a modest wedding compared to what Deidre and I had. Deidre thought it would be cute if I would attend as a bridesmaid, but her mother decided against it. I did attend as a female usher, with Brad as my date. Brad and I still dated and had amazing sex. But I remained non-committal. I liked being pursued. I liked being the hunted one. 

    I just didn’t want to chase Brad. Deidre sat down with me to go over my options.

    “What about your sister Brittany? Have you stayed in touch?” Deidre asked.

    “No we haven’t. Brittany abandoned me to be with Sophia Regale. And even if Brittany did want me, moving to Italy would be crazy,” I moped.

    “Oh, you poor orphan. What about Stephanie? Again, you have more than enough money to enroll in her beauty school as well as get a reasonably priced apartment,” Deidre added.

    “Deidre, I’ve never lived on my own. I just can’t do that right now. I’m also uncertain I’d want to be a hairdresser,” I whined.

    “Brad then? I know you guys have hot dates. But you Calista, haven’t been able to commit to anything more. But you could live as roommates?” Deidre added further.

    “Brad is single and he still dates around. He has a girlfriend or two besides me. Plus he still has his pretty boys. Neither of us would feel comfortable,” I said. 

    “Brad is still dating around because he’s waiting for you to show him that he’s the one for you and you are the one for him, Calista. Well whatever?” Deidre sighed.

    “Well, here is your last option, because I have to keep peace with my new husband. My mother says she will take you in as her housekeeper. She’ll pay you a small salary as well as give you room and board. My father is dead-set against it, but mother is not budging,” Deidre remarked.

    Of course I was nervous about dealing with Hunter, but I knew Elaine would always be my Mummy when I needed her. I moved in when Hunter was on a Far Eastern trip. Elaine let me know the rules.

     “You have to look your most convincing, very best. Hunter is obsessed with keeping your identity a secret. You’ll even have to use a different last name. Hunter has promised me he will be respectful. I insisted I needed a full-time housekeeper in order to still work as Vice-President and CFO at Bascombe. He doesn’t want to lose his meal-ticket,” Elaine remarked. 

    With Hunter flying half the time, Elaine and I spent much time together. One Saturday afternoon, I’d just given her a pedicure. She had me bend over, while I was still kneeling and blow the polish on her toes dry. I then asked her if she wanted me to put her open-toed slip-on heels back on her feet.

    “No darling. I have a silver pair of slip-on, open-toe flats in my boudoir. They’re just inside the doorway. Get those please?” Elaine politely asked.

    I’d just placed the slip-ons onto Elaine’s feet, when Elaine told me, “Stay kneeling please. We have something to discuss.”

    When Elaine said that, it meant she had something to say, and I was going to listen. 

    “I recall my daughter saying to me, that you weren’t exactly great shakes in bed, even when your penis did work correctly. But she told me you were also, a truly amazing, pussy-licking bitch. I love having my pussy eaten, but Hunter simply doesn’t bother any longer,” Elaine sighed.

    “Now it’s true, that I do have the money to keep a lesbian slut, a sissy, or a male that likes eating puss, in an apartment somewhere. But why should I, when I pay you to keep house and you have a little extra time on your hands? When you went to get my shoes, I took my panties off,” Elaine explained.

    “I’m going to raise the hem of my skirt and give you free, open access to my cunt, Calista. You know what I want you to do, so get to it, young lady,” Elaine ordered. 

    From that day forward, Elaine and I were lovers of convenience. Elaine’s convenience of course. I never dared make a pass at my Mistress. I never acted flirtatious unless called upon by Elaine to do so. However, whenever I was called upon to please Elaine with my tongue and lips, I acquiesced. 

    I don’t know how long Elaine and I could have continued in that vein had Hunter been able to control his prurient urges? In the months I’d lived with my ex-in-laws I’d never really been alone with Hunter for any length of time. However, Deidre and Elaine, decided to take a Mother/Daughter business trip to Dallas, Texas. Hunter would be in town for three days before his next flight, during their trip. 

    The first two days Hunter and I were at the Carlton home without Elaine, I was walking on pins and needles. I knew Hunter simply had never cared for me. The third day however, things went really badly. I’d served Hunter lunch. Then I’d mixed him a Bourbon and water.

    He was dressed very casually. Shorts, sandals and a T-shirt. After all, it was his day off and Elaine was out of town. I minced into the den to ask if he’d like anything else.

    “Tell me something sissy. My real son-in-law tells me you suck a mean dick. Would you like to suck mine?” 

    “I don’t think that would be appropriate sir. After all, I do work for your wife,” I gulped.

    “Don’t talk to me with that prissy shit. Do you realize how long it’s been since I had my cock sucked? It’s been years. My rich-bitch, snob wife won’t suck cock. So, I guess you’re going to have to make yourself useful and give me a blow job sissy?” Hunter said.

    I was trembling nervously. I’d given him a rather large glass of bourbon. He might have drank half of it? He couldn’t possibly be that drunk, could he? It was probably his disdain for me coming to a head. Maybe he’d just give up soon, and leave me alone? But he relented.

    “I don’t want to get rough with you sissy. But if you don’t get on your knees soon, I’ll have to take my belt to your ass. So what is it sissy? Do you want an ass-whipping? Or will you be a good girl and suck my cock?” Hunter asked.

    “Oh please Master Hunter? It just wouldn’t be right. It wouldn’t be fair to the Mistress. Oh this is so very shameful,” I said. 

    My lips were trembling and I was beginning to sob. I felt awful and very scared.

    “You let me worry about your so-called Mistress. And stop that blubbering sissy. Now what is it? The belt on your ass, or a blow job? This is your last chance sissy,” Hunter said as he stood up.

    “Yes, Master Hunter. I understand. Would you like me to remove your sandals and shorts, first, sir? And would you like to sit, stand or lay down, Master Hunter?” I said, shaking in my high heels.

    “That’s more like it sissy. You and I might have a chance of getting along after all. I can undress, my self. I’ll stand thank you. You just get on your knees, little girl,” Hunter laughed, as he kicked off his sandals and got out of his shorts and underwear.

    I knelt demurely in front of this nearly naked man, who had once been my father-in-law. I reached out and took his growing penis in my hands. I circled the head of his cock with my tongue as I used one hand to rub his balls. I then licked around his testicles and gently sucked them into my mouth as I slowly masturbated his penis. 

    I heard him gurgle and moan. I then took the entire shaft between my lips and into my moistened mouth once again. I knew that as soon as I could get him to orgasm, this nightmare would be over. How I hoped Madame would never again go away and leave me with this lech. 

    His hips rocked back and forth as he groaned in passion. He gripped the sides of my head. I knew he planned to force me to swallow his salty seed. I had expected at least that much. His cock was so rock hard I knew his eruption couldn’t be far away. Then he released a strong breath.

    HIs ejaculation would be monstrous. I began to gobble a large mouthful of his sperm. As I concentrated on that, he released my head and pushed me away slightly. Then he held his cock in his hand and sprayed ejaculate all over my face, as he masturbated wildly. He laughed hysterically as blobs of semen dripped down my cheeks.

    My hair was dripping with sperm and I knew there was still some on my lips. I was so humiliated. However, Hunter reveled in my humiliation as he mocked me.

    “Nice little sperm facial I gave you there sissy. I hear it’s good for your soft skin? You’ve got enough in your hair to use as some styling gel,” Hunter laughed. 

    I shampooed my hair and used skin cream before re-doing my hair and makeup prior to dinner. At this point I hoped this horrid nightmare was over. But it wasn’t. As I rinsed some dinner dishes at the sink, Hunter came up behind me and grabbed me around the waist.

    Then he pushed his groin forcefully against my ass cheeks.

    “I also hear you have a hot, tight, little ass-pussy, sissy. I haven’t had any anal sex for years either, girl,” Hunter laughed as he released me.

    I had hoped his last lecherous comment, was simply an idle threat. However, I was incorrect. I had showered and set my hair on curlers at bedtime. Then I’d covered the curlers with a hairnet. I removed my makeup and used a clear, shiny face cream. I’d thought of sleeping in a green-clay facial masque, but I decided against it. I wish I had now. Possibly I’d have looked much too unattractive to Hunter.

    I stood up to turn down the coverlet and satin top sheet, when Hunter grabbed me. I gasped femininely. 

    “Did you really think I was done with you sissy? Not a chance. No, I want to bang that ass-pussy before I leave in the morning. Now there is no need to fight me. Just kneel on the bed like a good, little sissy-slut and take it up the ass. I don’t want to have to hurt you sissy,” Hunter warned.

    “But I’ll still take a belt to your ass if you try and resist. So the choice is yours sissy. What will it be?” Hunter asked. 

    “Please Master Hunter. I’ll obey. Please? May I lubricate each of us first, though?” I asked.

    “Why not sissy. I prefer some lubrication on my cock, myself,” Hunter agreed.

    “Thank you,” I said as I used the Lidocaine and Chamomile gel on each of us. I took off my peignoir, lifted my nightgown and positioned myself on all fours to present my ass to Hunter. 

    Hunter wasted no time in entering me.

    “You’re not as tight as I thought you’d be sissy. This lubricant is nice. How does it feel sissy?” Hunter asked me.

    “Quite well Master Hunter,” I said as I gasped slightly.

    “Oh come on sissy. You can do better than that. I’ll just have to begin humping you then,” Hunter said as he began to slide his penis in and out of my rectum. 

    I hated to admit it. Even though I detested Hunter at this juncture, and felt creeped-out with him even touching me, the feeling of his penis contacting my prostate was enjoyable. I’d actually began to leak from my virtually useless penis and testicles. I only hoped he would climax soon. 

    In order to expedite his orgasm, I began to hump my ass back into his as he screwed me. That did work to excite him.

    “That’s a good girl sissy. Show me some exuberance. We’re going to need to do this more often. We just can’t let Elaine find out, though. So you’re enjoying this sissy?” Hunter asked.

    “Yes, Master Hunter. Yes it feels very nice,” I gasped.

    Whatever was going to put Hunter over the top, I was going to do it, or say it. So, I began to pant hysterically to spur him on. I felt ridiculous. I was in my nightgown, wearing a hairnet, with a head full of plastic curlers. My face was covered in cold cream. My ex-father-in-law, who I mutually despised, was screwing me. 

    My total shame came to an illustrious end as Hunter ejaculated wildly, and deep within my rectum. He panted for a time and then collapsed on top of me. I hoped he was getting up. He finally pulled his dripping penis from my rectum.

    He disgustingly wiped off his cock, using the hem of my nightgown. He then slapped my ass as he left my boudoir. 

    “You throw a very nice fuck, sissy. I need some sleep. I leave very early in the morning. We’ll do this gain, soon,” he threatened.

    I felt so foul and filthy. With girlish tears streaming down my face I ripped off my nightgown and threw it into my clothes hamper. I needed to bathe. I ran a hot, perfumed bath. I covered my curler-infused head with a shower cap. I sank into the hot tub of bubbles and oils, hoping to be able to wash off the shame of the sex I just had. 

    I was able to relax so much in the tub that I momentarily drifted off to sleep. As I toweled off, I temporarily felt cleansed of my shame. I awoke around 5 A.M. hoping Hunter would not come to my boudoir. I’d locked the door but I also assumed he might have a key. I didn’t awake again, until 9 A.M. knowing he was now gone from the premises. 

    I tried to keep my mind off the activities of yesterday. Unfortunately I now had to deal with keeping this from Elaine. I was clueless, as to what I needed to do. It didn’t matter. When Elaine arrived home, the following day around noon, it didn’t take her too long to surmise something just wasn’t right.

    “Leave the lunch dishes for now Calista. Bring me a Peach Brandy into the den. You and I obviously have something we need to discuss,” Elaine said after a late lunch.

    I stood demurely in front of Elaine as she sipped her Brandy.

    “Out with it Calista. You have not been yourself since I arrived home. It has something to do with Hunter doesn’t it? It just know it does. I’m certain of it. Did you two argue? Was he mean or rude to you?” Elaine asked.

    I lost all control of my emotions and began sobbing and shaking. Elaine was at a loss for words.

    “Sit over here on the couch. Sit next to me. Here, sip my Brandy. Calm down and compose yourself. Now. Tell me what the hell went on, Calista,” Elaine demanded.

    I calmed down. I took a few sips of the Brandy. Then I told her.

    “Madame Elaine I feel truly horrible. But I was so afraid. Please forgive me? I’ll understand if you don’t. Two days ago, after lunch, Master Hunter insisted I perform oral sex upon him. He said he’d whip me with his belt if I didn’t. But that isn’t all that happened,” I paused.

    “Then that evening he threatened me again, and forced me to have anal sex with him. I feel terrible and I’ll understand if you throw me out,” I said as I began sobbing once again.

    As she moved towards me, I fully expected Elaine to slap my face. Instead she took me into her arms and hugged me.

    “Oh my goodness. How horrid you must feel, my dear, dear, child? Don’t be ashamed. And, in no way am I angry with you. You’re just such an effeminate, gentle soul, that I’m certain it would have been futile to resist him. But we do have to do something. You do know that, don’t you Calista?” Elaine asked.

    “We simply can’t have you here, when Hunter returns. I will have to speak to him about this. And darling, the tension would be just insurmountable should you stay here. You won’t like this, but your only option is going to be Brad. Don’t say another word about anything. I’ll take care of this from here on,” Elaine insisted. 

    “I’ll be calling Brad on your behalf and everything will be just fine. Honey, Brad works for me. He’s spoken of you. He adores you. He wonders why you haven’t called him? He speaks of you frequently with both Deidre, and to me,” Elaine added.

    “Don’t fret at all my child. Mummy Elaine will take care of this for you, sweetie,” Elaine smiled.

    Mummy Elaine always took care of things. She still does.

Denouement: Sissy Sisters

    I was just completing my last customer of the week at Salon Blush. She was just an absolutely beautiful, middle-aged female named Annika Von Solange. Annika is a widowed dowager, around 55 years-old. She is happily living the life, that any aggressive, domineering, “Lady-in-Charge” would want to be living.

    Annika is beautifully tall and slender, with a gorgeously thick head of stunning, “Salt-and-Pepper” hair. It’s simply lovely, and I adore shaping it and styling it for her. It’s a beautiful steely-grey, interspersed with darker, substantial portions, of deep-brunette. Annika knows what she likes in males. She prefers her males to be much younger than her. They must also be very effeminate, soft-spoken, and exceptionally submissive.

    Just to prove that, she had waiting for her, seated demurely, after his very own makeover, her sweetie-pie boyfriend, Bailey Renee Lagerfeld. If Annika has her way, Bailey Renee will someday be changing his last name from Lagerfeld to Von Solange. Bailey is a living doll.

    Bailey’s hair is cut into the prettiest, pixie-bob. It’s been colored into a shimmering summer-blonde shade. Of course, Bailey Renee wears the prettiest, and most up-to-date, androgynous, sissy-boy fashions. 

    “I don’t want people to think that Bailey Renee is any sort of girl. Because Bailey Renee isn’t a girl. Conversely he’s hardly a normal nineteen-year-old boy either. Is he?” Annika asks. 

    “Because, Bailey Renee is an effeminate sissy, and I want people to realize he’s an effeminate sissy. And yes, of course it’s shameful for Bailey, when people see him in the girlish pretties I dress him in. But that’s all part of being a sissy. At least that’s the way that life is for any sissy that I control,” says Lady-in-Charge, Annika Von Solange.

    Eventually, Madame Annika, and Sissy Bailey Renee, left the salon. Annika had her right arm around Bailey’s slim waist and her hand resting on Bailey’s shapely, right ass-cheek. Bailey was wearing just enough lipstick, blush and eye-makeup to make it obvious to anyone that stared, that he was really wearing makeup.

    And why wouldn’t anyone stare? After all, a striking, middle-aged female, escorting an exceptionally pretty, effeminate boy, from a hair salon, isn’t a sight you see every day. I never pry. Especially into the private life of a big-tipping client such as Annika Von Solange.

    However, when I look at Bailey Renee, I wonder if he doesn’t have the slightly-underdeveloped, pubescent bust of a thirteen-year-old female? Which might mean he’s taking the proper medications to insure that? Of course, these same meds would also insure Bailey’s maximum compliance to the wishes, needs and desires of Madame Von Solange. 

    Yet, again, that wouldn’t be my business, would it? What I do adore though, most of all, are the outfits Madame Von Solange dresses Bailey Renee in, when she brings him to our salon. Once again, I have to use my imagination. Of course Bailey must be in some delightful  panties? If, of course, he has a modest bust, an intelligent female such as Madame Annika, would insist on a training brassiere, wouldn’t she?

    And Bailey Renee’s waist is so well defined I’d have to venture to say, he’s usually cinched into some type of pretty corselet. It is Bailey’s outerwear though, that defies all convention, even for the most sissified of kept, Toy-Boys. HIs footwear is pricelessly girlish. Occasionally he is in some pretty flats.

    But Annika tends to like him in some sort of high-heel for the delightful sway that a high-heel adds to his tight, pert, little butt. Madame Von Solange also believes that all sissies should wear scarves. 

    “Nothing says, ‘I’m a sissy’ the way a properly knotted, colorful neck-scarf does,” adds Madame Solange.

    And so, just like the day in question, as I observed  the striking couple exit the salon, Bailey Renee was wearing a waist-length, diaphanous, emerald green scarf, beautifully knotted at his swan-like neck. The gorgeous scarf beautifully matched his billowing, emerald  Palazzo pants as well as his emerald, puff-sleeved Bolero top. 

    Bailey Renee is a sissy fashion plate. Which his Lady-in-Charge, Annika Von Solange can be, and is, very proud of.

    “From time to time, Bailey Renee might balk at wearing something new and exciting, but I don’t need to put my foot down too loudly, to silence his very meek recalcitrance. Bailey really is a sweetie and he knows who the Lady-in-Charge is,” Annika, smiles.

    *Note from Priscilla. “Look for a story entitled ‘Society Sissy’  featuring Bailey Renee and Madame Annika in the near future.

    

    As I watched Bailey Renee and Madame Annika, get into Annika’s chauffeured limousine, I heard Stephanie’s voice from behind me.

    “He is such an adorably, effeminate sissy. By the way. Is Brad picking you up out front at six? He is? Well let’s get cracking girl. We need to finish up your hair. I still need to put in those rose-blush lowlights. You were washed and conditioned just this morning. We’ll just need to wet your hair down,” Stephanie explained.

    I had a surprise for Brad. I was having my hair redone, just like it was at the wedding. I’d had him drive me in to work this morning under the guise of me “Not feeling like driving today.”

    It was a ruse and when I got in, Stephanie cut my hair, into a lank, blunt-cut, “Kim Kardashian” bob. Then she dyed it to a bright, Swedish blonde. Now she was doing the identical Rose-blush lowlights that Brad loved so much at the wedding. I work 9-6 Tuesday thru Friday at Salon Blush. I have Saturday and Sunday alone with Brad.

    Monday I get to play “Little Miss Housewife.” That coming weekend, Brad told me he had a big surprise for me. I couldn’t wait.

    “So what is the big surprise Brad is planning for you? Or, I guess I should ask you, what you think the surprise is? Do you think he’s popping the question?” Stephanie asked as she painted in the lowlights. 

    “No. I don’t think it’s a proposal? We’ve discussed that. I’d prefer I possessed a real pussy on my honeymoon. I only recently had my nuts clipped. Best thing I ever did though. I no longer have those confusing, conflicting emotions, over who and what I really am. Elaine always recommended I do it. I’m really glad I followed up with that,” I said.

    “So does Brad prefer you had a pussy? I mean before you get married?” Stephanie whispered.

    “He’s okay with it either way. He just wants what I want,” I smiled.

    “Okay Sis. You’re good. I’m going to let you cook under these lamps and then rinse you, and blow you dry. I’ll use plenty of gel and spray for a real long lasting hold. You want to do your own makeup?”

    “Sure. You know? All the spray and gel in the world won’t matter when Brad sees me with this coloring and this ‘do.’ Because he won’t be able to keep his hands off of me, even until we get home. I’m probably going to need to suck his cock in the car just to calm him down,” I laughed.

    I was almost correct. I waited to step out of the salon, long enough to allow Brad to put his car in park and turn the key off. There is something about being a girl, and stepping out of a salon doorway, knowing you look fabulous. I felt like I could stop traffic. When I did slide prettily into the front passenger seat of Brad’s car, he couldn’t take his eyes off me.

    “Hi honey. Do you like my hair?” I asked as I leaned over and kissed Brad on the lips.

    “Are you kidding, Calista? I love it! It’s the wedding hairdo and color. It’s perfect,” Brad said.

    “Well I did it for you Brad. You owe me big, honey. I spent a few hours between the color, and getting washed and rinsed. Not to mention the time cooking under the dryer. But I did get a nice employee discount so I took it easy on your credit card,” I winked.

    “I really don’t care about the money, when you look this fabulous, Calista,” Brad added.

    “Well, don’t expect dinner right away, because I expect to be taken to bed, moments after we walk thru our front door, Brad,” I laughed.

    “No problem there, Princess,” Brad promised.

    Brad wasn’t kidding. We embraced and we were playing suck-face  in the foyer. By the time we reached Brad’s bedroom, we had our clothes off. Brad didn’t even want me to suck his cock. He lubricated me, sat on the side of the bed, and grabbed me. He turned me around and slowly sat me down upon his cock, with my back to him.

    He grabbed my tiny tits and squeezed them. As much as Brad liked my lithe, sylphlike, almost boyish figure, I’d thought of getting B-Cup implants after I got my puss done. But he did so adore my breasts. Just a really sweet guy.

    As he squeezed my boobs, I went crazy on his cock. I rode up and down on it. I really didn’t care about me at that point. If I squirted, I squirted. HIs cock tapping against my prostate felt beautiful. He was so hungry for me.

    He began to run his hands and fingers all thru my heavily sprayed and jelled hair. Like I’d said to Stephanie. “Extra hold” didn’t matter once Brad and I got near a bed. Once Brad started to kiss my neck and smell my hair, I knew he would not last too much longer. I was correct.

    He began to shoot his hot semen into my anus. Oh how I enjoy that feeling. When it was over I cleaned Brad off and we lay together in peaceful bliss. 

    “Whoa. I’m going to have Stephanie do something different to my hair every night after work,” I laughed.

    We had a quick dinner and turned in early, as Brad said we needed to get started around 8 A.M. for wherever he was taking me. I couldn’t imagine? Once we got onto the road, it clearly appeared that we were going in the direction of Reagan Airport.

    “Brad. Are we going to Reagan by any chance?” I asked.

    “Yes. Well you figured that much out. Can you guess why?” Brad asked.

    “Well we haven’t packed anything so we’re not traveling. I’d say we were meeting someone there?” I asked.

    Then I looked at Brad, wondrously. 

    “Brittany? Oh Brad, is it Brittany?” I gasped as I got chills. My sister Brittany!

    “Yes. You guessed it. Brittany and Sophia will be with us for 7-10 days, contingent on Sophia’s schedule. She might have to leave after a week for some deal she may be signing. However, it’s seven days guaranteed,” Brad smiled.

    “You wonderful man. I should marry you. But I want you to have a real pussy to screw on the honeymoon,” I said.

    “Well we can work with that. I’m ready when you are,” Brad agreed.

    I was so excited when we arrived at the waiting area. I looked around and saw photographers. 

    “The press is here?” I asked.

    “Well Sophia Regale and her new wife, who is a local girl are landing at Dulles? Your sister was married to Sophia in a very private ceremony in Spain. Someone, maybe even Sophia’s agent, alerted the entertainment press. Here they come. They’re deplaning now,” said Brad excitedly.

    I knew they would be swamped, but I was so happy when Brittany spotted me. She held her right hand up prettily at shoulder level, and gave me the cutest, little, wiggly, finger wave. She was just so girlish. I never recalled her being so cutesy? 

    Her hair was jet-black and short. Pixie short around the sides. Longer on top and softly curled. Her outfit was almost childish. She wore a red and black, plaid tartan skirt with a white blouse. The blouse had a lacy collar and a very fussy full furbelow from the collar to nearly her waist. She wore black knee-highs with red, three-inch high heels. The heels were her only concession to being an adult.

    In the presence of the reporters she acted practically like a little girl. When they’d question Brittany about anything, she’d giggle and look over at Sophia for assurance. Sophia would roll her eyes.

    “Honey, don’t be shy. Tell them you manage my spa and salon in Genoa. She’s a fabulous hairdresser. Just look at my hair. Brittany does it. Don’t you Britt?” Sophia asked.

    Sophia was correct. Her mixture of a Steel-Gray and almost a Jet-Black natural hair coloring was striking. And her hair was so thick and perfectly shaped. When I looked again, I noted the uncanny resemblance to my sophisticated salon client, Annika Von Solange.

    Throughout the interview and even as Brittany and Sophia walked from the plane, Sophia had her arm around Britt’s slim waist, and her hand carefully planted on my sister’s curvy rump. Brittany had never been “stacked” upstairs, but now, the blouse she wore downplayed her bosom even more so.

    Brittany’s figure, hair and attire were strikingly similar to that of Annika Von Solange’s sissy-boy, Bailey Renee. Then it dawned on me. Brittany was to Sophia what Bailey Renee was to Annika Von Solange. And Sophia was to Britt, what Annika Von Solange was to Bailey Renee. 

    My older sister, in her attire, her hair, her mannerisms, her figure, and her obvious need to please her lover, was the female, Lesbian  version of a Sissy. Brittany was now, nearly like a sissy twin to me. We had an unbreakable bond only two sissies could have with one another. When the change had occurred, I don’t know? When the press finally let Britt and Sophia go, Sophia released Brittany.

    “Go hug your sister. She’s been waiting so patiently for you. Hello Calista,” waved Sophia excitedly as she walked behind Brittany.

    “Calista you look fabulous!” Brittany exclaimed.

    “Oh Brittany, you look sensational. A little different, but sensational.

    “Oh this? It’s really a sort of sophisticated European thing. I dress like his all the time now. Sophia loves it. All my clients at the spa, adore it,” Brittany explained.

    On the way to the car, Brittany and Sophia walked beside Brad and I. Then I really noticed. I stayed locked to Brad’s side as much and as closely as Brittany remained attached to Sophia. It made me so happy to have so much in common with my Lesbian, Sissy Sister. 

The End

From Priscilla*: Stay tuned for “Born to be Beta,” as well as Society Sissy. Two new stories I’m working on right now!