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In Stepford, sissies are sent to the "Sissy Academy" where boys are turned into girls. They are feminized and trained in all of the skills needed to make their husband happy. They are GPS chipped and have a permanent tracking and training collar. At the end of their training, they are auctioned off and are taken by their husband to their "forever home."
Tulip Fancy
Tulip feels sorry for Peter as he does his walk of shame.... she tries to console him
Struggling to keep up with my wife in my heels as she held my hand walking across the car park to the club house. She continued to stress the importance of me being a friend to Peter. She went over again what we had talked about before. We parted as she went into the changing rooms and handed me our present for Peter. I went up into the stands to sit with the others. Mary was there and complimented me on my hair and dress. I felt over dressed as usual. I was back in curls at my wife's insistence and the sides were held back by barrettes that matched my dress and put my earrings on display. She never seemed satisfied unless I was spending at least an hour or two a day on my hair.
Sitting in the stands with the prettily wrapped present sitting beside my handbag I wondered how I was going to start this conversation with Peter. I was hoping that he wouldn't be here today. But I knew he was. I had seen Angela pull up and Peter getting his trays of cookies out of the car. When his half time duties were done, he came up and sat beside me. I knew It was still difficult for him to speak after having his vocal cords tightened. The sound that came out of his mouth when he spoke was a high-pitched squeaky voice that would never allow him to be taken seriously as a man again. He said with a look of panic and distress on his face that he met Ron last night.
He and Angela had dinner with him. Angela was insisting that he spend Friday nights with him from now on. I knew what was happening and felt sorry for him. Angela was determined to have him what she called "bitched" and had found an older fella called Ron to do it. It didn't feel right but I had been given my instructions and could not go against my wife. Embarrassing as it was, I took his hands in mine and reassured him that it will be fine. I then had to recount to this man on the edge of a breakdown how I had helped a friend. I didn't want to break confidences by naming Derek but talked up the experience and told him this had resulted in my first "Girlgasm."
I said I knew he wouldn't be able to do the same thing yet because of his resent throat surgery but Ron by all accounts is an experienced guy and will take his pleasure in other ways. That is when I handed over our gift. He undid the ribbon and looked in the box. There were some condoms. A little tube of lube, a small penis shaped applicator and some Tampons. I had also included a friendship bracelet with my name on it. I explained to him about the condoms. I had been practicing with my wife for a few weeks now and could do it easily now even with long nails. He tried to tell me that he had no sexual attraction to men and that he loved Angela and wanted her to allow his penis to go rock hard as it used to. He wanted her to find pleasure in him making love to her with his stiff penis. And maybe one day become a father. I could tell that his words were sincere but said in his new voice and with a rose chiffon scarf tied in a bow under his chin I had to tell him I didn't think Angela see him like that. So, I tried a different tack. I asked him if he still had that thing locked on his penis and was discharging at night. He said, he was and getting punished for it which wasn't fair as he couldn't help it. I told him that I hadn't discharged in the night since my wife started using her girlmaker on me. I said, Ron could do the same for you. It was a very uncomfortable conversation for two men to have. I'm not sure my reassurance's helped. He still looked very pale when we parted but he still kissed me on the check as he always does lately.
The following week Ron and Peter drove into the car park in Ron's big four-wheel drive. Angela met them as they got out of the car. Peter looked a little disheveled and had egg and tomato catchup on his top and looked very pale.
Ron met Angela and they shook hands and laughed as they exchanged pleasantries. Ron looked at Peter and pointed to his cheek. Peter got on his tippy toes and kissed it. Ron slapped him on the bottom and told him to get his cookies out the back of the car. Peter did as he was told and Ron drove off saying he would see him same time next week. I could not help but feel sorry for Peter. He looked like he had just come off a gay parade float. He was wearing little white shorts. I am sure I could see a string hanging down the back of one leg. He had glitter on his cheeks and was wearing mascara, a lot of it. His neck and throat were red with love bits. His walk was obviously affected by his encounter with Ron and Angela seemed to have no sympathy and was even overjoyed to show him off to team mates and friends.
When everyone's attention turned to the game, I managed to get a cool sponge and cooled his neck. I cleaned off most of the mascara and glitter and put concealer on his neck. I could tell he was shaken by the experience. I asked him how it went and he just said Ron was an animal and began to weep. I could only wrap him in my arms and hold him.
He was made to sit on Rons lap all evening while he had his neck mauled and his nipples bruised. He said Ron refused to use the condoms and had used him twice during the night. The first time was excruciating and he just wanted it over. The second time only slightly better. He had to make him breakfast in the morning. Before Ron pushed him over the breakfast table and used him again with no lube. He had to use the Tampon to stop it all leaking through his shorts. I wasn't surprised that Ron refused to use the condoms. My wife said that is what men are like sometimes.
Tulips Fancy
Our sweet girl Tulips, has to buy some intimate private shopping items.... which make her question things...
It had been a busy day. Customers coming in more often than usual which made it hard to get all my mail orders done. Monsieur Rabanna has a quite a few commissions so he was busy in his studio. A couple of the mail orders were made by me. Too Monsieur Rabannas designs and inspected by him but I was feeling quite proud. The parcels got picked up and it was time head to the shops on my way home.
I searched the isles until I found them. I can't tell you how embarrassed I felt putting them in my basket. I quickly left that isle and walked through the make-up section before going to the check out. This caused even more anxiety. I pretended to fiddle with something in my purse to ovoid making eye contact with the check-out girl. I paid with my house keeping card. She looked at my name on the card and said "Oh what a lovely name" I blushed even more before saying thanks and left as quickly as I could. I wondered what she thought of me as she rung them up. Did she notice my wedding ring was fake and think I was some sort of slut or a hooker! I'm sure most girls could at that range. Could she tell I was not a real woman and think I was homosexual and buying them for my boyfriend?! I hoped I wouldn't have to do it again.
I try to pick up a few things every day on my way home from work. That way it's not too heavy for me to carry on the bus. I have a little string bag that I keep in my handbag. I quickly transferred the packet of condoms into my handbag. Everyone on the bus would be able to see them in the string bag. I kept my handbag in my lap and opened my compact to check my face. In the reflection I could also see a man in the back of the bus looking at me. He had also been in the chemist. I quickly closed up my mirror and looked out the window. We passed my old school where I had never been given a proper chance. Tall people are always thought of as smarter even when there not. I was always held back with the slower kids. Past the playing fields where after school I'd wait to be picked on a team. Most teams had regular players so it was hard to get in. Still carrying the water bottles out was fun. I got off the bus and thankfully the man stayed on. Arriving home, I put the shopping away. Not sure what to do with the condoms, I put them in the bathroom cabinet. That's when I noticed I had forgotten to get more douches. I hope that same girl isn't on the checkout tomorrow.
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| Source: Daddy Calling |
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| Source: Daddy Calling |
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| Source: Daddy Calling |
Tulip Fancy
Our favorite feminized housewife recalls a moment years ago when she was first called Tulip
I was grateful for her concern about my posture and her efforts to stop me slouching. We had not been seeing each other long and it felt good to have someone care that much about me. Her gentle reminders to keep my shoulders back and chin up. I hadn't realized I had a problem until she pointed it out. The biggest problem she said, was going to be when I was at work and she couldn't remind me. That's when she came up with the idea of a harness. I was a bit skeptical but happy for her help. When I took my shirt off, she came back with one of her sports bras. It wasn't what I was expecting but put my arms up when she said it was just to find out my size. It was quite large on me but she said it gave her an idea of my correct size. When I lifted my arms for her to take it off me, she noticed the little patch of hair under my arm pits. She turned her nose up and said I should get rid of that; it is very unhygienic. Something else I had not realized.
When she came home from work it was later than normal. I was in the garage trying to practice my swing. I had just taken up golf, but could not seem to get the hang of it. She seemed a little put out when she saw me. How come I had not started dinner yet? I felt embarrassed and a little ashamed. The tone she used made me feel even smaller than usual. I put my head down and confessed that I didn't know how to cook. Up until now I had just chopped what she told me to and she did the cooking. Well, that's going to change she said walking back in. I instinctively knew I was expected to follow. She cooked while I was a kitchen hand. The atmosphere was a bit frosty and I vowed to myself that I would win back her favor.
Once dinner was cleared away, she bought a bag into our room and told me to take my shirt off. Once I had stripped down, she bought out a white garment that looked like a smaller version of her sports bra I had tried on earlier. I was expecting something with straps and buckles. Not wanting to seem difficult I let her pull it down over my torso. I let her turn me this way and that. She adjusted a couple of things at the back and on the shoulders. There did seem to be some weight to it as if it was slightly enhanced and the bottom band seemed to dig in and lift my chest a little. She had me stand back and then walk up and down the room. I could definitely feel there was extra weight at the front that caused me to pull my shoulders back.
"That is a dramatic improvement," she said as I noticed her mood lighten.
She got me to stand in the middle of the room and put one hand on my hip. I was happy she was smiling again.
"Yes," she said with a smile. "That is much better Tulip."
She came over and took one of my hands and led me back to the arm chair, sat down and pulled me down onto her lap.
"Did you just call me Tulip? "I asked.
"With your thin stem and big hair, you just reminded me of a Tulip," she said nibbling at my neck.
I wasn't happy with the feminine connotation, but I could feel her breath on my neck as she cuddled my semi naked body and decided to concentrated on not allowing my penis to become stiff having just got back in her good books. I knew my tongue would be busy that night.....
Written by Tulip Fancy
Our favorite feminized "Homemaker" is put in her rightful place... in the kitchen.
"It is important that you aways wear heels in the Kitchen. It is by far the best way to gain confidence in them. Whatever you are doing concentrate on keeping your poise and elegance. Turning from sink to fridge. From fridge to range and back to sink. Opening high cupboards, opening low cupboards. There is no better training ground than the kitchen."
These were the words that Kelly has drummed into me. Now with the added complication of my new corset these words came flooding back into my mind. The almost painful constriction of my waist. The new sensation of having stockings suspended from my corset. How was I going to get through the day. Just emptying the dishwasher. Even leaning forward only a little I could feel the tug of my back suspenders. It was such an alien feeling. I don't remember it being this hard when I was given my first heels. 'Ok,' I said to myself, 'Man up, you can do this.'
I decided to put all the dishes on the counter top. That would involve just one set of movements, sorting them by cupboard as I unload. Then take each stack to each cupboard. Another set of movements. Economy of movement seemed to be the way to go. Always keeping Kelly's words in mind. This was going to be a long day.
I had tried on my new day corset for the first time the other night with Kelly. She had set the laces and then over an hour or so reduced it by another inch. She had also bought twelve pairs of stockings. A combination of day wear and evening wear. I had worn stockings before, but only in the bedroom for my wife. I had found it quite embarrassing. Feeling tacky like some Cheap Tart. My wife seamed to sense my discomfort and did not ask again.
When I showed them to Kelly, she said, "No wonder they didn't put you in a romantic mood. They are cheap and it looks like Aunty bought them at an adult shop."
She really has no idea. My new ones felt deferent though. My discomfort was not the look and feel but rather the constriction. The garments looked and felt very classy. The stockings were very light and delicate to the touch. Not like the ones I had worn before or the tights I normally wear to work. After a bit of practice adjusting the tab lengths she was satisfied. After she loosened it just enough for me to undo the front eyelets, I took it off and put it in the draw next to my other two. I noticed my Valentine one had a different pair of stockings placed on top. I thought they must be 'special'.
Kelly told me to wear it on Friday. I would have to ask my wife to tighten the laces.
"Don't be surprised if you make her late for work," she said with a wink.
My wife was still at the breakfast table reading the paper when I came down and bashfully asked her to tighten my laces. I had my back to her but could feel her eyes boring into the back of me as she stroked my bottom and the suspender running through me panties. After tying me off tight she lustfully savaged my neck from behind while holding my narrowed waist in her hands before raising them up to my cups and biting my ear lobe.
"Mmmm....you are so perfect Tulip, my pretty little wife," she groaned into my ear. Her breathing was heavy, she wanted me that very moment.
I was perfect in her eyes, my wife had made me into her ideal version of a delicate domestic trophy wife, when in reality I was the one that had been "Domesticated"!
"Your waist is going to look so beautiful," she said, now that I had decided to start figure training while grinding into me.
I thought, I was just practicing for Valentine's day. Regaining control of herself, she slapped hard my bum as she walked away to grab a couple of extra pads before going off to work. Thank goodness she had to leave to work. Leaving me a little breathless and unsteady. I could still feel the attention she had given my neck later in the day under its mask of concealer and powder. I would be getting my own back tonight. It is Friday and I get to satisfy my wife as a husband should....even if I was no longer the "man" in bedroom, being on my back in bed later that night with my wife thrusting into me in Amazon Position reminded me of that.
*********************************************************************************(Apologies to the author Tulip and readers, I wanted to publish this on Tuesday)
Tulips Fancy
Tulip's Wife's POV: Tulip and his Wife go to the shops for jewelry that would hang lovely on Tulip's lovely neck....sealing his status as Lady of the House.
(*Décolleté: A low neckline on a woman's dress or top)
As promised one warm summer early evening, I took Tulip to the square in town to look at the jewelry in the boutique shops. I'm not sure it was a promise he hoped I would keep. It was another step-in cementing in his mind that this is a permanent thing.
This is our life style. I held his hand and walked at a pace that allowed him to keep his elegance while walking in heels. I must say Kelly has done a marvelous job with him. His flirty summer dress complimented his heels. My mother tried to teach me how to walk in heels when I was a girl. It was a disaster. She gave up in the end. I still only wear two-inch heels for important business meetings. To start with we just window shopped, walking around enjoying the evening. After looking in a couple of windows we went inside. The first set he tried on gave me such a thrill I wasn't sure my pants would survive the evening and I hadn't bought any spares with me!
I had dreamt of this moment since the first time I took him out for coffee. His neck was one of the things that first attracted me to him. It's smoothness and the absences of an Adams apple, just made me think it was begging to be decorated. The other things that attracted me to him were his complete naive incompetence at anything he tried. Making him dependent and susceptible to suggestion. He is also quite a bit smaller than me. Expanding the gap in our physiques is something I have been slowly working on for the last three years. I have him down to sixty kg allowing me to be firmer with him when necessary. He also has a trusting and loving nature.
The first set were a short twin strand of bigger pearls that I thought seemed to lengthen his neck. The truth be known. I just wanted to bury my mouth in his neck and lick the length of it. Controlling myself though I had him try on another set this time with three strands. I liked this set but wished they sat lower on his décolleté. I asked what he thought. He was blushing profusely and just whispered,
"I can't believe you are really doing this. They are so expensive."
"A promise, is a promise sweetheart," I said.
I asked the assistant if they could be lengthened. She said they could lengthen the clasp area but it will show when he is wearing his hair up. Or we could order you a set three inches longer. They will sit an inch and a half further down his décolleté.
Yes, do that I said. I saw him swallow hard. Still blushing and starting to perspire. I think it was sinking in. This is what I always wanted. When I was growing up my mother always told me,
"To not just look at the boy or the man he is now, but at the man he will grow into."
I think her advice was spot on. Tulip has grown into exactly the man I wanted. I said to the assistant we will also take the two strands with the matching earrings. That is when Tulips knees went and I had to catch him. The assistant bought over a chair and went to get a glass of water. I had a good year work wise. Business is good. We deserve to enjoy the fruits. While he was sitting down, I had a look though his handbag to see if he had a spare pad. I was in danger of leaking though the outside of my pants. Luckily, he did. The next stop would be the coffee shop to make myself decent. Tulip had some water and settled down while I settled the bill and waited for them to give us a time line on the three strands.
After some window shopping, we headed back to the jewelry shop. I knew tonight the jewelry would be the only thing Tulip would be wearing while I pound him into the mattress....only this time, I will remember to keep the windows closed.
Tulip Fancy
Our heroine adjust to the routine of a traditional housewife....a girl's work is never done! Especially in the laundry room....
I suppose, I should be grateful that the hockey shirts don't need ironing. I was so proud when my wife was made Vice-Captain. What I didn't realize was, that also meant she would be in charge of the kit.After getting home, she would toss all her things on the floor expecting me to pick it up. Every time I bent down to pick up her kit she would smack my bum and laugh to herself.
Since I'm the only one that does laundry in our house that meant it was up to me. I had ended up doing the laundry not long after we moved in together. Despite wearing a pipe ribbon, every three or four weeks I would discharge during the night. This would obviously make a mess in the sheets which my wife said she was not prepared to deal with and I needed to take responsibility. When that would happen, my wife would have me hand wash the white stains off by hand. After proper instruction from my wife and Kelly the laundry had become my domain. I can't believe how skippy Kelly's thong underwear is, I can't help but think that every time she stays over and has me do her laundry while she studies in the other room.
With this extra work load I'm finding that I have to wash every day and sometimes twice. I'm getting up half an hour early every day just so I can get a load on the line before I go to work. In the afternoon I generally do our smalls and blouses in the sink. My wife, thankfully gets her suits dry cleaned through work. The hockey skirts are pretty easy to iron. They have no pleats and just two overlapped flaps to aid movement. I must say when the team runs out on Saturdays wearing my hard work there is a pride that I'm almost part of the team. I can't wait for the season to end though....
Love Tulip
By Tulip Fancy
The "real" lady of the house helps a neighbor with his personal issues, this will her help her understand her place (Told from the POV of Tulip's wife)
Like any good wife I was keen for my husband to have a fulfilling sex life. Just in my case it was through penetration only. I have been using my jell six-inch penis on Tulip for a few weeks now and nothing turns me on more than that. Lifting the back of whatever he is wearing, grabbing his hips, sliding in and hearing that sharp intake of "her" breath never get old.
The problem is I have not been able to bring him off this way. We have been close, but not made it yet. I think he still thinks of himself deep down inside as a man or at least male.... That all this will go away sometime. Ridicules I know! I need him to cross that line. To just let go once and cum.
What I thought might be an opportunity came while chatting to my heavily pregnant neighbor, Doreen. She was at that stage when sex was very difficult and her husband Derick was getting very "toey." I thought about it for a minute and said maybe I can help with that little problem and in doing so, help with our own intimate problem.... However, I didn't mention any of this to Tulip.
The next morning, there is a knock at the back door.
"Tulip honey leave the dishes for now, get on your knees and wait there while I get the door."
"Come in Derick, Doreen explained everything to me. She says you carry quite a nice load..... so I was thinking you can use Tulip twice a week until the baby is born. No one will know about this. Be as gentle as you can until she gets the hang of it. You see she has never done it before. Be as quick as you can. I don’t want either of you being late for work and Derick one more thing....... mouth only! Got it?"
"Tulip. When Derick has finished with you. Do not wash your mouth! Clean off any splatter from your face and hair, Do your make-up and coiffeur as normal. But I want you tasting his manly baby making sperm all day. I want you thinking about where it came from. I want you to remember the smell of his crotch when your nose was buried in it. I want you to remember the feelings it produced in you. I want you to remember his heavy ball sack smacking against your perfectly smooth chin. I also want you to think about all the changes we’ve made over the last year to bring out your natural femininity. And how well suited you were to the task you performed today."
"One more thing Derick. It’s first thing in the mornings only. It takes Tulip over an hour to brush out and shape her hair do in the mornings so I don’t want you crushing her curls with those big rough hands of yours before I get home. She buses tables down at the diner between 10 am to and 3 pm so it’s first thing in the morning or not at all."
"Wait you mean have sex with-" Tulip protested.
"No, I know you are not having sex with Derick. I would never allow that. You are just helping a neighbor relieve some tension."
"But it's with another man! I mean...I'm doing it with another man-"
"Hush now and no Tulip, I told you it is not technically sex. You are just helping out a neighbor."
"I’m the only one that has sex with you. You are my husband. You only bend over for me. Is that clear!?"
Tulip only nodded at what I had to say.
"I have to get dressed for work now. Don't be too long you two."
As I was leaving the room to give them their privacy. I saw Derick walk up to Tulip and put his large hand on the side of her curler encased head. I so much wanted to stay and watch, but in Tulip's mind I wanted to create the impression it was no big deal.
Well, I spoke to Doreen later that morning over coffee and the news could not have been better. Apparently, Derick just held the side of her head with one hand, stroked her jaw line with the other and her mouth opened up just like any girl. He said he didn't last long because it had been over a week since he had some relief. According to Doreen, he is quite a virile man! The good news is that just before he released his load, he felt Tulip also climaxed after she relaxed a bit. I did not expect this on the first go. I was so glad she reached release. I just hope she can do so with me, now that it has happened once. I asked Doreen what soap and deodorant Derick used. I'll try to bring back that trigger smell from her memory. It may help when I am making love to her.
I also got a call from the lady that owns the dinner amount other things. She is one of my clients. She asked if there was something the matter with Tulip. Because she had been making mistakes all morning. Taking wrong orders, delivering food to the wrong tables. I knew exactly what was wrong with her. She had achieved release with a man's penis in her mouth and was having a hard time processing her feelings. I couldn't tell the owner the real reason, so I just said she was being petulant this morning and I had to correct her. It was probably playing on her mind. She said she understood, but it could not go on after today. I said I would speak to her.
Having to advertise the sale using my newish name, "Tulips." Opening the garbage doors up, setting up a table with all my old possessions on and then standing next to it was the start of a very bad day for me. Having to explain to former golf partners and neighbors that my wife didn’t think that these things were suitable for someone like me was both emotionally and physically devastating to me. I don’t think I will ever recover from seeing my golf bag being carried away for pennies on the dollar by a laughing, horrible bully of a man I had always loathed in the neighborhood.
"Nice dress," he chuckled to himself as he walked away.
That is when the dam burst. Luckily my wife was watching from the front door step as my knees gave way and the uncontrollable tears flowed as I broke down. She swiftly rushed over and caught me as I was falling. She pulled a garden chair from the garage, sat down and pulled me down onto her lap. It would have been more than half an hour before I stopped sobbing into the shoulder of her tee shirt.
Crying myself out, I pulled the skirt of my dress further down over my knees. I looked for the corked wedged sandal that had fallen from my foot. My wife put her fingers to my lips and shushed me and told me to calm down. She reached down, pick up my hand bag and told me to fix my pretty face.
I wanted to go inside to do it. but she said I couldn’t leave the stall. I pulled the compact from my makeup bag, opened it to see the total mess that was my face. I sat on my wife’s lap and made the repairs I could. All the while, I could see curtains twitching and people walking dogs that never did at that time of day. I felt like "The Tulip Show."
Later that night in bed she was caressing my nipple and tummy as we spooned. My wife knew I was still upset from the garage sale. She kissed my neck, lifted my hair and whispering in my ear, "If we ever needed anything fixing in the house we could just get a man to do it. Now relax and accept this."
That is when she lifted the back of my delicate nighty and introduced her jell penis to my exposed opening to be used in me for the first time.
I gripped the sheets tight and gritted my teeth as my full emasculation began. My role of husband and man of the house was officially over.
My hardware tools and golf clubs were gone and now my masculinity was being erased with every thrust into me. I was now The Lady of the House.... I was Tulip.
