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The Writer's Secret
by Ann Michelle
(http://annemichellesworld.blogspot.com/)
Synopsis: Loren had no idea what he was getting into when his agent suggested he write transvestite fiction. Nor did he realize how eagerly his wife Stephanie would embrace the idea of feminizing her husband. How far would they go?
Chapter 13: Laura Blossoms
A routine developed. During the weekdays, Kathleen would come over to watch Loren work. They would read fashion magazines, watch her favorite soap, and she would gossip about their friends. They were becoming good friends. She would also occasionally bring him more clothes and would hint that they should go out somewhere public, but so far, she hadn't forced the issue.
Kathleen also tried to encourage Loren to get back to work on his next book. Despite everything, he had decided to write another thriller, though this was proving difficult. Loren had laid out the plot, but he found he had little interest in it, at least until he came to the chapter where he introduces the woman his hero would eventually be saving. Loren spent two full pages describing her clothes before he realized what he had done.
"Can you believe this?" Loren asked.
"Apparently, you've got a thing for clothes," Kathleen said with a chuckle as she looked over the two pages he had written.
"And the real problem is, I can't even think about what to take out. It all seems relevant! I read each word and I think, 'that needs to be in there so the audience can see her.'" He took the pages from Kathleen. "Listen to this," he said, as he crossed his legs and began wiggling his high-heeled Mary Jane beneath his tight maroon skirt. He read:
She sat on the bed and tucked the secret plans inside her purse, an exquisite black-leather purse from Gusti decorated with embroidered black roses. It had two internal compartments, one for her wallet and one for the other things she kept. She set the purse down on the floor next to her feet and crossed her legs. Her sandal dangled from the ends of her golden toes. The lilac polish on her toenails peeked out through the open toe of the tan sandal as its four-inch heel swayed gently back and forth to the rhythm of her leg.
"It goes on like that for two pages," he said. "And do you know the one thing I don't mention?"
"What?"
"I never mention what the plans are. . . completely forgot!" Loren rolled his eyes.
Kathleen giggled. "Maybe they're designs for a new clothing line and your hero is a fashion designer spy!"
Loren shook his head and tossed the papers into the garbage. "Do you know, I'm actually starting to look at women's clothes rather than their bodies? I'm serious. Stephanie and I have started going out for dinner lately and I--"
"Started?" Kathleen asked with an odd expression on her face.
Loren suddenly remembered that Kathleen did not know that he remained dressed as Laura when he was with Stephanie. "Uh, yeah, started. We hadn't been going out for a while since Stephanie's vacation ended. . . and now we've started again." Kathleen seemed to accept this, so Loren continued. "And I swear to you, I'll see some really hot woman waiting to be seated and I don't think, 'wow, great boobs' or 'awesome butt.' No. I'll think, 'wow, those are fantastic shoes, I wonder where she got them?' Or I'll start thinking about how I would look in her dress or how much more I like her purse than mine."
Kathleen smiled. "Loren, have you considered that maybe it's time to tell Stephanie? Maybe it's time to go full-time as a woman?"
Loren shook his head. This thought had crossed his mind more and more lately, but he tried to suppress it every time it came up. He was a man and that's how it would have to be. Besides, while this had been fun, he couldn't imagine Stephanie really wanting to live with him as a woman for the rest of his life, could she?
"Well, you're welcome to come shopping with me the next time you get the urge to buy whatever pretty clothes you see on another woman."
"Thanks, I'll keep that in mind," he said with some frustration.
"Oh, I almost forgot!" Kathleen said, and she reached into her purse. "It's pill time, sweetie."
Loren rolled his eyes. Each day Kathleen gave him another pill. She even found ways to get him the pills on weekends, by making excuses to drop by. Loren was sure this was a game, and that these were just vitamins, but it seemed to make her happy to pretend they were hormones, so he took them and never thought twice about it.
Soon days turned into weeks and Loren's hair grew. It now hung just past his shoulders and Stephanie dyed it blond and gave it wavy curls, which made it hard for Loren to look masculine on the occasions he needed to dress like "Loren" again, such as when Jane and Greg came over for lunch. But then, his hair wasn't the only problem.
For one thing, his eyebrows were now completely feminine. They were highly arched and delicate. They were also dyed to match his hair. The holes in his ears were more obvious as well because the earrings Stephanie made him wear were heavy and stretched his lobes. His nails were long and oval, even without polish. Plus, his mannerisms were all wrong. He had become so used to wearing heels that he now walked like he wore them even when he didn't. He also moved his hands in a feminine manner, crossed his legs like a woman, walked with a swish, folded his arms beneath his breasts, and generally made delicate motions to avoid upsetting the intricate clothing and makeup he normally wore, even when he wasn't wearing it.
At the same time, he noticed that his skin felt softer too and his hair fuller. He put this down to using Stephanie's beauty products. But then he began to notice that his chest and hips were becoming flabby and he was losing muscle mass. This puzzled him. The breasts could be the result of the new bra Stephanie bought him, but he wasn't sure. This nearly-magical bra appeared to give him genuine cleavage, if you didn't look to carefully. And even though his body returned to its normal shape after he took the bra off, it seemed to take some time these days for that to happen, and even then, his chest was definitely flabby. The rest he simply couldn't explain. Was it possible Kathleen really was giving him hormones?
Even more worryingly, however, he was having a harder time getting an erection and it wasn't nearly as firm as it had been. This was the first change Stephanie noticed. One night, Stephanie had called Loren into the bedroom to give him his reward for being a "good girl" all weekend, but no matter what they did, he couldn't keep it stiff.
"I don't get it, dear," she said as she tugged on his flaccid member.
Loren bit his lip. "I just don't know what to say?"
"Are you not finding this exciting anymore?" she asked as she push it back and forth and tried to blow on it.
"Absolutely I am! It just won't get as hard for some reason. I can't explain it."
Stephanie grabbed it and squeezed. "Does my husband like being a little sissy whose wife tells him what to do?" she cooed at it. Nothing. "Hmm. That always worked before." She tickled the underside of his shaft. Nothing. "Hmm."
"I don't understand this," Loren said.
"Hold on, I've got it." She grabbed a pair of panties from the floor and wrapped them around his penis. She began rubbing him with the panties. "Does my little sissy need panties to get it up?"
Suddenly, his penis stirred.
"'atta girl! Look at the poor little thing growing!" she cheered. The more she rubbed, the more it began to grow. "Keep going, girlfriend!"
Loren blushed, but his penis did finally become erect, though it seemed smaller than normal and it was still soft enough that Stephanie could bend it easily. After a few seconds, it deflated.
Stephanie put her hands on her hips and announced: "Loren, I think you've taken this girl thing too far."
"What are we going to do?" he asked nervously.
Stephanie giggled.
"Do you mind, this is serious!"
"Loren, honey, this is not serious. Serious is a heart attack. Serious is can't pay your bills. This," she said, flipping his penis from one side to the other, "this is an inconvenience. I'll take you to see my doct--"
"No way! There's no way I'm explaining this to a doctor!"
Stephanie frowned. "Loren, you need to see my doctor."
"No way," he insisted. "I would die of embarrassment if somebody else knew."
Stephanie shook her head. "Fine, I'll see my doctor and I'll see if she can help us without seeing you." She climbed on top of him. "But in the meantime, we need to teach you how girls do it."
--0--
"Thanks for this, Claire," Stephanie told her doctor.
"No problem, Steph."
"I tried to get Loren to come see you, but he's too embarrassed."
"I understand. ED can be quite a humiliation for most men. He's probably ashamed to be seen in public right now, afraid that everyone will think he's no longer a man."
Stephanie laughed. "You don't know the half of it!"
"Oh trust me, Steph, I see this all the time. Loren's case is nothing unusual."
Stephanie bit her tongue and said to herself, "you have no idea how unusual!" She held up the pill container. "But these pills will fix him, right?"
Claire smiled. "He'll be hard as a rock. But he really should come see me, it could be any number of things."
"Like what?"
"Lots of things. There are some creams and a few heart pills that mimic female hormones. Those can be a problem. He might have put on some weight. It could just be stress. Or there could be something that needs to be fixed."
"I'll see what I can do about making him come see you," Stephanie said.
That night, she gave Loren the first of these pills. He was hard as a rock all night and most of the following day. The thrill had returned.
Chapter 14: The Cross-tume Party
Loren lay on the bed wearing only a pink babydoll nightie and stockings. His panties and his heels lay on the floor, where Stephanie had tossed them. His hands were tied to the headboard with a pair of Stephanie's stockings. Stephanie sat on top of him, with her knees on either side of him and her hands behind her, gripping the heels on her mules. She wore a matching babydoll nightie, though hers was blue – she said that made her "the boy." She also wore stockings and her mules. Her panties lay on the floor next to Loren's.
"That'a girl, Laura," Stephanie purred, as she flexed her vaginal muscles and squeezed his erection. She was breathing heavily. "We should do this more often!"
Loren pushed his hips upwards. He felt the pressure building inside his penis. "I'm always up for more. . . I've been waiting for this all day."
"I know, I could tell at the restaurant already," she said between breaths. "I thought you were going to burst out of your girdle and scare the waiter."
"It's the burgers. . . burgers excite me." He too was breathing heavily.
Stephanie laughed. "Yeah, right. I think it was the blond seated across from us. The one in the red dress. I saw you looking her way all night."
"I was admiring her shoes," he said with a wink.
Stephanie laughed again. "I'm sure." She squeezed even harder now and began to gyrate. "Of course. . . they were pretty."
"They were exquisite. I almost asked her where she got them," he said between puffs.
"Imagine my husband approaching a strange woman to ask her where she bought her shoes!" She felt her muscles begin to contract, an orgasm was near.
"Yeah, I'll bet that doesn't happen too often in other families," he said as his penis began to throb. His climax was near as well.
"Speaking of things we should do more often," she said as she ground herself even further down on his erection, "we're having another party."
Loren suddenly stopped. "What do you mean?"
"Hey, did I say 'stop'?!"
"What kind of party?"
Stephanie let go of her heels and leaned forward. She placed her hands on either side of his chest and kissed him on the lips. "A party party," she said. "I miss our friends and I want to see them again. Now get back to work." She jiggled her hips from side to side.
"And how will I be dressed for this party party?" he asked coldly.
"I haven't decided yet," she said.
"That's an important detail, don't you think?"
Stephanie licked his earlobe, causing the hoops in his ears to jingle. "Don't you want to be surprised?" she asked with a pout.
"No." His penis began to deflate.
"Really?"
"No," he repeated.
Stephanie sat up straight again and slid her hands beneath his babydoll, slowly sliding them up his torso until her hands reached his breasts, then she suddenly furrowed her brow. "Hey! You're getting flabby, girlfriend!"
"Don't change the topic," he said.
"I'm not changing the topic," she said and she squeezed the flabby mounds upon his chest. "But you're getting really flabby. Seriously, you're gonna need a bra for real at this rate. We need to put you on a diet or something. I should make you go to the gym." She giggled. "Could you imagine mincing into the locker room in your little skirt and high heels as they all watched you? Then you'd drop your panties and they would see your little dicky standing there all by its lonesome. Wouldn't that be exciting?"
"No, it wouldn't. But seriously, what kind of party are you talking about? And what am I going to wear?"
Stephanie laughed. "Now you do sound like a woman, 'I haven't got a thing to wear.'"
Loren glared at her.
"Oh, all right, fine," Stephanie said with some frustration. She climbed off Loren and sat on the edge of the bed. "I think it's time we laid some groundwork for your 'coming out.'"
"What do you mean, my 'coming out'?"
"Honestly, Loren, did you think you could be Laura all the time without having to tell our friends? If you're going to be Laura, they will have to see you at some point."
"So you want to have a party and show me off?"
"Sort of, yes," she said with a sly smile.
"And you expect me to dress like a woman at this party?"
"Oh, absolutely."
Loren took a deep breath. "And what exactly will I be wearing?"
"I haven't decided yet. I'm leaning toward the pink maid costume, but the naughty school girl look might be better. Unless you have a better idea?"
"Is this a joke? There is no way I'm letting you invite all our friends over and then parade me in front of them in a maid costume," he said sourly.
"Loren," she kissed him on the lips, "honey," she kissed him again, "you have no say in the matter, remember? If that's what I want, then you'll do it." She kissed him one more time. "But you'll be happy to know, you won't be alone. I'm planning a costume party. . . or more specifically, a 'cross-tume' party."
"What is a 'cross-tume party'?"
Stephanie leaned back and draped one arm over his legs, resting the other within inches of his penis. "We're having a costume party, only I'm making all the men come as women."
"A crossdressing costume party?"
"Right, that's why I called it a 'cross-tume party'."
"Why are we doing this?"
She began pushing his penis back and forth with the deep-purple nail on her pointer finger. "Think about it, dear. If you're going to stay as Laura, which is something you and I both know you want, then Laura needs to come out of the closet at some point. You can't keep trying to be Loren when guests come over and Laura the rest of the time. You agree, right?"
Loren shrugged his shoulders. She was right and he knew it, but he just didn't like the idea of their friends knowing his secret. It scared him. What would they think of him? "Go on."
"So eventually, we need to tell them. We could just invite them over, in a group or one at a time, and tell them you've decided to become Laura. But that will be quite a shock for them, and we have no idea how they would react."
"True."
"But if we have this party, then they'll get a chance to see you as a woman before we ever tell them. That can sink into their minds. Then, when we tell them about Laura in a couple weeks or whatever, they've already had a chance to get used to the idea of you as a woman. It won't shock them."
This made a certain amount of sense to Loren. Rather than hit their friends with this out of the blue, they would at least have a frame of reference within which they could accept the idea. That said, however, this was all unchartered territory and Loren really had no idea how their friends would react. This might ultimately achieve nothing. On the other hand, what could it hurt?
Loren looked at Stephanie. "Ok, I'll do it. But forget the maid costume. I want to look normal. I want to look like a real woman, not a pretend woman."
Stephanie smiled and kissed him on the lips. "Deal."
Loren chuckled. "You know, this has disaster written all over it, don't you? These guys are going to resist and I'll bet none of them show up in women's clothes. I'll be the only one standing there in a dress, feeling like an idiot."
"I wouldn't be so sure, dear. We wives have ways of making our husbands do what we want," she said as she tickled his shaft.
"You know, I'm starting to think you'd enjoy seeing the whole world feminized."
Stephanie laughed. She kissed him again and squeezed his growing erection. "Wouldn't you?"
Loren chuckled. "No comment."
Stephanie climbed back on top of Loren.
"One last question. What will the women be wearing?"
Stephanie adjusted herself. "Whatever they want."
Kathleen came over the following morning. She was excited about the "cross-tume" party. She seemed to love the idea of feminizing men.
"I think it's going to be terrific fun," Kathleen said as she sipped her tea. She wore a yellow sundress and yellow pumps. "I take it this was your idea? Trying to get Stephie used to the idea, is that it?"
"Actually, it was Stephanie's idea," Loren said. He wore a white pleated skirt and the wooden clogs with the flowery pattern. His hair was tied back in a ponytail.
Kathleen laughed. "Really?! Maybe she's trying to tell you something, sweetie?"
Loren chuckled. "Could be. How is Peter taking the idea?"
"I haven't told him yet."
"I'll bet he puts up a fight."
"If he does, he'll find out who wears the pants in our family, won't he? I hope Peter likes sequins."
Loren shook his head. He couldn't imagine Peter in a dress of any kind.
Kathleen continued. "You know what I'm really excited about though?"
"What?"
Kathleen leaned forward and began shaking her leg excitedly. "This party will be an excellent look into the lives of all our friends."
"How so?"
"It's like a Rorschach test. What the couples come dressed as and how they act could tell us a lot about them. Take Linda and Bill. Bill is so totally in control all the time and Linda is so mousy. Wouldn't it be telling if he showed up as a sexy maid and she showed up as a whip wielding dominatrix?" Kathleen laughed. "And what about Larry. He's a good six inches shorter than his wife. Do you think that bothers him? Do you think she likes it? We'll see when we see how high his heels are, won't we?"
"Didn't Freud say, 'sometimes high heels are just high heels'?"
"Freud probably shoved cigars up his rear," she said sarcastically. "Trust me, sweetie, we're going to find out a lot about these people."
Loren chuckled. "And what will we find out about you and Peter?"
Kathleen winked. "You tell me."
"Poor Peter," Stephanie said with a laugh as she pulled off her shoes.
"What do you mean, 'poor Peter'?" Loren asked as he pulled his dress over his head and sat down on their bed.
"If I read Kathleen correctly, things are about to change at their house. And I doubt Kathleen will be as a good a mistress as I've been to you."
"Mistress?"
"Yes, mistress. You can't deny that I'm the one wearing the pants around here, literally and figuratively."
Loren shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah, I guess."
"There's no guess about it. If I say heel, you say how high, and that's the way it should be. I like being in charge and you like being my submissive little toy," she said matter-of-factly.
Loren slid his stockings down his legs. "I wouldn't go that far."
"I would. And don't forget, I've been very good to you. I'm letting you live your dream, when few other wives would."
Loren smiled to himself.
Stephanie continued. "But Kathleen is something else. She can go more than a little over the top and I suspect Peter is in for some hard nights. You just better hope she doesn't try to bring you two together."
That wasn't something Loren wanted to think about and he cringed.
Stephanie laughed. "Could you imagine? Think of the fun we could have if we brought you two 'girls' together. You could hold hands, kiss, maybe even experience a few of the pleasures sissies can give each other. I'll bet Peter gives great blowjobs," Stephanie said with an evil smile.
"No, thanks," Loren said firmly. He blushed.
Stephanie turned to face him. "Are you sure? You two would look so cute together!" She was grinning from ear to ear, but Loren didn't respond. "What? No answer? You want time to think it over?" she asked with a giggle.
Loren frowned.
"Maybe I should make you put on your little maid's uniform and go offer her and Peter a hand?"
Loren glared at her.
Stephanie jumped onto the bed and wrapped her arms around Loren. "I'm just kidding, dear. You may be a sissy, but you're my sissy and I don't want to share you with anyone. . . even another sissy."
Loren heard the doorbell and checked himself in the mirror one last time. That would be Kathleen and Peter. She'd promised to show up early as moral support before the other guests started to arrive. As Loren made his way to the door, he wondered what Peter would be wearing. Kathleen had refused to tell him, saying only that Peter would be dressed "appropriately." In retaliation, Loren refused to tell her how he would be dressed too. She assumed it would be the pink maid's uniform, which was her favorite, but Loren had other ideas.
Loren took a deep breath and opened the door. He was nervous. Even though this was ostensibly just a costume party, he felt like this was "the big moment" for him, where he finally "went public" to his friends.
"Oh my God, Loren!" Kathleen gasped when she saw him.
Loren smiled and turned so she could examine him. He wore a stunning white gown with long sleeves and a square collar. The dress had a diagonal cutout which displayed his cleavage, enhanced by a well-designed pushup bra, decorative pearl buttons on the sleeves, and a side-clasp. The dress hung to the floor, letting his red-painted toenails and silver sandals peek out only occasionally. His platinum-blond hair was done up in a sort of bun. His makeup was exquisite. His long silvery earrings, the several silver rings on his fingers, and the two silver toe-rings were all perfect accessories. The most amazing aspect, however, was his shape. Between the corset, the bra and the girdle, he had a nearly-perfect hourglass shape. He also had a completely smooth front and a curvy rear.
Kathleen and Peter stared at Loren in silence for several seconds. Finally, Kathleen smiled. "Are you going to let us in, gorgeous?"
Loren blushed. "Please come in."
This was the first moment Loren noticed their costumes, he had been too distracted by their responses before this. Kathleen wore a conservative, olive-colored men's suit, a white oxford dress shirt and a red and gold tie. Her hair was slicked back. She wore no earrings, but she did wear her normal makeup. She also had her nails painted to match the tie, and she wore what Loren recognized as kidskin pumps with three-inch heels. She looked sharp. Peter, on the other hand, looked incredibly uncomfortable. He wore a dress much like Alice in Disney's Alice in Wonderland. On his head, he wore a long blond wig. His legs and arms had been shaved. On his feet, he wore white stockings which stopped at his knees and black Mary Janes with two-inch heels. There was nothing passable about Peter.
"Kathleen! Peter!" Stephanie called out from behind them. She had been in the kitchen setting out the chips and dips. She wore a Napoleon costume, complete with sword. She wore no makeup, but then she needed none. She hugged Kathleen and stepped back to admire her and Peter's costumes. "Very nice!"
"Well, they're nothing like Loren's!" Kathleen said. "He. . . excuse me, she is a total knockout. You seriously need to consider keeping her a woman full-time!"
Stephanie laughed. "Don't think I haven't considered it." She patted Loren's rear. "What do you think, Laura, do you want to be a woman full-time?"
Loren blushed. He wasn't sure how he was supposed to answer this, so he just smiled.
"A smile is not a denial," Kathleen said, waving her finger at Loren.
"Why don't you come in and make yourselves comfortable," Stephanie said.
With Kathleen and Peter's help, the rest of the setup was completed in no time. Then the doorbell rang. It was Loren's job to greet the guests so he made his way to the hallway. He checked himself in the mirror again and took a deep breath. As he did, Kathleen came up behind him and placed her hands on his hips.
"I would hug you, but I don't want to ruin that magnificent dress," she whispered into his ear. "You are drop dead gorgeous, Loren! I can't wait to compare you to the other husbands. There is no way any of them can hold a candle to you."
Indeed, they couldn't. One by one, the other couples arrived. There was a magician and her husband the magician's assistant. He had no balance in his black stilettos and abandoned them a few minutes after arrival. There was a pilot and her husband the stewardess. In real life he really was a pilot. There was a knight and her husband the damsel in distress. Then came Terri, the bullfighter, and her diminutive husband Larry, who dressed like Carmen Miranda, right down to the six-inch platform heels. Sadly for him, Terri made sure to wear slight heels, so she remained taller. There was also mousy Linda, the cop, and her macho husband Bill, the stripper. Finally, there came Jane and Greg. Loren noticed Kathleen eyeing them suspiciously throughout the evening.
After serving several rounds of drinks and mixing with each of the guests, Loren went to the empty end of the room and leaned against the couch. His feet were sore and he wanted to give them a break. Plus, he wanted a few moments to himself. As he sipped his martini, something he normally did not drink except he believed the dress called for it, Kathleen made her way over to him. She was smiling maliciously.
"I've seen that look before. What are you up to, Kathleen?" Loren asked.
"Just making a few observations about our friends, that's all."
"Like what?"
Kathleen stood next to Loren and turned to face the crowd. She pointed at the man in the stewardess costume. "The stewardess has done this before."
"How can you tell?"
"Look how he handles the heels. He's almost as natural as you are. Look at his hand motions too. His nails aren't giving him any trouble. He's done this before."
"What else?"
"Linda. Those handcuffs on her belt are real, those aren't costume handcuffs. Want to bet her macho husband, the stripper has been to her jail a time or two?"
Loren chuckled. "Could be."
"No 'could be' about it. Plus, look at how exuberant he is as a stripper. He's having a grand time playing the sissy in public. . . out and about as it were." She took a sip of her gin.
"Maybe he's just getting into the costume?"
"Oh, that's for sure. You know what gives it away?"
"What?" Loren asked as he took a sip of his drink.
"His boner," Kathleen said matter-of-factly.
Loren spit out his drink, trying not to choke as he laughed.
Kathleen giggled and touched his forearm. "Forgive me, sweetie, I'm crude, I know, it's a bad habit. But I have been counting boners all night and he's had more than his fair share. He particular gets excited whenever he touches his wife's uniform."
Loren squinted and could indeed see a bulge in the skirt.
"Boners never lie," Kathleen said. "They're like a male lie detector."
At this point, Stephanie came over. "What are you two girls chatting about all secretively over here?"
"Boners," Kathleen said, again causing Loren to choke on his drink.
Stephanie smiled. "Anyone's in particular?"
"Bill's mainly."
Stephanie looked at Loren and smirked. "I had no idea Laura was into 'boners,' I guess you learn something new every day."
Loren blushed. "I am not interested in. . . well, that."
Stephanie laughed. "There's one I know you're interested in," she said and she slid her hand across his crotch.
"You two should get a room," Kathleen said.
They laughed. "In any event," Loren said, "I think you have an overactive imagination, Kathleen."
"Sweetie, I know my men," she retorted.
Stephanie smiled into her drink. "Ok, if you know your men, tell me about Loren."
"What do you want to know?"
Stephanie waved her hand up and down his body. "What do you make of this?"
Kathleen raised an eyebrow. "You want my honest assessment?"
"Absolutely."
"That's ok, Kathleen. Nothing to see here," Loren said nervously.
Kathleen put her hand on his arm to quiet him. "Loren is a truly sweet man. He's also a beautiful woman, both on the inside and the outside, and you have found the perfect man for a husband. I envy you both so much and I wish you both the best, if that means Loren is Loren or Loren is Laura."
Stephanie and Loren stared at Kathleen with their jaws open. A tear appeared at the edge of Loren's eye.
Kathleen finished her drink and smiled. "Of course, I'd keep the boy in a skirt for the rest of his life, but that's just me."
Loren and Stephanie burst out laughing.
"Skirts for the rest of my life, that I could handle," Loren said. "But these heels are something else. They're killing me!"
"Welcome to womanhood, dear," Stephanie said and she kissed him on the cheek.
Loren was about to respond, but Kathleen cut him off. "A tigress approaches."
Stephanie and Loren looked up just as Jane appeared next to them. Jane looked nothing like a tigress. To the contrary, she wore tan slacks, which were obviously her own, a masculine white blouse, and a tweed jacket which was probably her own as well. A brown plaid tie hung from her neck. Her short hair was combed with a side-part and she wore no makeup of any sort. On her feet were wingtips. The overall effect was either a lesbian librarian caricature or a slightly effeminate male professor. This "costume" was actually what everyone expected as Jane was known for being quite staid.
"Great party as always," Jane said. "Greg and I have really enjoyed it."
"Thanks, Jane."
"I came over because I wanted to get a close-up look at Loren. Everyone is talking about him and that dress."
"It is a beautiful dress," Stephanie said.
"No doubt, but I think people are more interested in how Loren looks so feminine in it." Jane looked Loren up and down several times. She seemed to focus particularly on the missing bulge between his legs.
"Some girls are just lucky," Stephanie said with a laugh.
"I couldn't imagine Greg would ever look so believable," she said, motioning toward her husband. He wore the tweed skirt which matched the jacket she wore, a white blouse, lipstick, clip-on earrings, tan hose and closed-toe brown pumps with a one-inch tan wedge heel. "You really have achieved something amazing, Loren."
"We're thinking of keeping him this way," Kathleen interjected.
Jane covered his mouth to hide her giggle. "That might not be a bad idea. Of course, your publisher might drop you, I suppose?"
"I doubt it. They don't care what I wear so long as I keep sending in books," Loren said.
"Plus, if he loses his job, we can always put him in a frilly maid costume and rent him out," Kathleen said, causing Loren to blush.
Jane imperceptibly blushed as well. "Well, I could certainly use a maid if you decide to go into that line of business. How about it, Loren? Want to come clean my house?"
Loren smiled. "Yes, Miss Jane," he said sarcastically.
Everyone laughed. As they did, the magician came over to see them. Then the knight. Soon, all the women and Loren were standing together. In the other corner were the men, who had begun to examine each other's costumes. Suddenly, the stripper and the stewardess both slipped out of their shoes and traded them.
The stripper's wife let out a laugh. "I knew it. It was only a matter of time."
The other women looked.
"Give boys a new toy and they will play with it," said the knight.
"Do you think we should break it up before they start stripping?" asked Jane.
"Hell no! If they do that, I'm whipping out my camera," said the cop.
"Does anyone have a camera on them right now? I'd love to get a picture of this," asked the bullfighter. The boys were now busily trading various parts of their costumes and prancing about in an exaggerated manner.
"You mean like this one," Kathleen asked and she held up her phone and took several pictures.
"I want a copy of that," said the cop.
"I'll get you all copies."
"What in the world are they doing now?" asked the bullfighter as two of the boys began comparing the size of their breasts.
"Men! It's all about breasts, even when they're fake," said the pilot.
"I think this deserves a round of applause, what do you say, ladies?" asked the cop.
A moment later, the women all broke into applause. A few even whistled. This caused the men to look highly embarrassed and they quickly traded back the various articles of clothing they had swapped.
Jane looked at each of the women and Loren. "I think I'm taking my husband home before he does something I'll regret. Stephanie, it's been fun. Thanks for inviting us. She moved around the semi-circle and kissed each of them on the cheek, including Loren. Then she headed toward the men. Soon the others followed. Every single one of them treated Loren as if he were just one of the women.
"I guess I should collect Peter," Kathleen said, when she, Loren and Stephanie were the only ones left.
"Before you go, Kathleen, I'm dying to know why you called Jane a 'tigress'?" Loren asked.
Kathleen smiled. "Didn't you notice anything unusual about her?"
"Not really, no."
"You didn't see the lines of her garterbelt? Or notice that her bra is leather? I saw the straps earlier."
Loren and Stephanie looked over their shoulders in Jane's direction. She was looking for her purse and her garterbelt straps were visible beneath her pants.
Kathleen continued. "To the outside world, she's plain Jane, who looks so prim and proper you assume she can't say 'sex,' much less have it. But underneath, she's wearing exotic underwear. That tells me, she's a tigress ready to tear her man apart. And for the record, Greg's wearing a matching garterbelt and a matching leather bra, and he's very excited by it."
"How do you know?"
"Like I said before, sweetie, the male lie detector. You boys are worse than dogs with their tails."
Loren laughed. "Does Peter know your theory on erections? He might be wise to learn to hide his."
Kathleen smiled wickedly. "Oh, he hasn't had any tonight, I can assure you that. Not without this," she said, flipping her wrist over and showing them a key which hung from the bracelet on her wrist.
"What's that?"
Kathleen blushed, but simultaneously her smile widened. "The poor dear was terrified something might spring up, so to speak, so we bought a little something to prevent it. And without this key, he can't take it off."
"You're a devious woman, Kathleen," Stephanie said with a hint of astonishment.
"If you think I'm devious now, just wait till Peter finds out what he needs to do to get the key." She winked at Stephanie and Loren and walked off toward her husband.
Stephanie giggled. "I told you Peter was in trouble. I think her time with you has sparked something that Peter won't soon forget."
"Let's hope he enjoys it."
"It would be interesting to see, wouldn't it?"
"Steph, let's finish one adventure at a time. Always leave something for the sequel."
Stephanie laughed. "I thought the sequel was when I sold you off to some prince to join his harem?"
"Wrong genre."
She hugged him. "Good, because I like having you around too much to give you up."
Everyone had finally left. Loren sat on the couch. The silver sandals lay on the floor before him. Stephanie was draped over his lap.
"Let's clean up in the morning," she said.
Loren ran his fingers through her hair. "Deal."
"So tell me, how was your first trip out before your friends?"
Loren shrugged his shoulders. "They didn't know. They thought it was just a costume party, so it's hard to say this was my first trip out."
"True, but everyone treated you like a real woman. They treated the others more self-consciously. And the guys, they spent the night trying to put on an act. You were natural. Everyone noticed that, how natural you were."
"Yeah, that's true. I felt kind of natural, very comfortable. . . except for the heels."
"The price of beauty, dear, the price of beauty. But all in all, I'd say we found out you can handle yourself well, and we found out our friends probably will accept you," Stephanie said with a smile.
"You know what else we found out?"
"What?" Stephanie asked.
"Kathleen's a sex fiend! She had sex on her mind from the moment she walked through the door and it never stopped. She interpreted everything through some strange sexual filter. Right now, I'd say she's got Peter tied to the bed and she's making him sign his soul away!"
"Kath's a trip. She definitely has her own take on the world."
"You can say that again."
"But she was right about you, that's for sure."
Loren shrugged his shoulder. Maybe she was?
Chapter 15: Lauren Chambers
A few weeks later, Loren stood in front of the mirror. He wore only a pair of satin mules Kathleen had given him. Since that night when Stephanie suggested his chest was getting flabby, he had begun to pay close attention to his shape, and what he noticed concerned him. His hips had become so wide most of his clothes barely fit any longer. His arms and legs looked soft and small. His face looked softer as well. But the biggest change, the change he couldn't ignore, was the two small breasts hanging from his chest. . . yes, hanging. When he first noticed them, they were little mounds. Now they looked like little globes. Could Kathleen really be giving him hormones? He'd been wondering about this for weeks now. Could they really do this to him? And why hadn't he stopped her from giving him the pills yet?
As Loren poked and prodded himself, he heard Stephanie calling. She was in the kitchen getting ready to leave for work. He pulled on a short pink robe and made his way to the kitchen.
"Sit down, dear," she said. She wore a tan pantsuit she often wore to work. "I want you to get Kathleen to come over this morning. I think it's time we told her."
"Told her what?"
"Told her about you."
"She knows about me."
"No, she knows that you dress secretly. She does not know that you plan to become Laura."
Loren swallowed hard. He knew there would be no problem telling Kathleen, yet somehow this felt like a huge step. "Are you sure?"
Stephanie laughed. "Loren, look at yourself. You're wearing only a robe and slippers and you still look entirely like a woman. We just can't hide you anymore, the time has come. And Kathleen will be the ally we need to make sure everyone else accepts this." She closed her briefcase. "Besides, I have a surprise for you and I need her here to see it."
"What kind of surprise?"
"It's a surprise, you'll have to wait."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Just invite her over, as normal. I'll show up around eleven and take care of the rest." She kissed him on the cheek. "And wear something nice today."
Loren sat on the couch. He looked sedately feminine. He wore a champagne-colored pleated skirt with a silver floral pattern, a silvery blouse and nude pumps. His hair, makeup and everything else was perfect. No one would guess this was a man. Kathleen sat across from him. She wore black slacks and a red blouse. As they chatted about recent events, the front door suddenly opened. In walked Stephanie.
Kathleen froze. "Loren, quick, hide!" she whispered as she shot out of her chair.
"Kathleen, it's ok, stay calm," he assured her.
Before she could move, however, Stephanie entered the living room. She walked over and kissed Kathleen on the cheek. "Kathleen!"
"Stephie!" she returned the greeting nervously.
"You're probably wondering what's going on," Stephanie said. "I think Loren and I have been a little unfair to you, and I want to explain everything to you. I also want you to witness something." She pulled a set of documents out of her briefcase.
"Witness what?" Kathleen asked cautiously.
"Several months ago, Loren decided he wanted to become my little sissy."
"I--" Kathleen began.
Stephanie held up her hand. "It's ok Kathleen. I've known all along."
"You have?!"
"Yes. What you didn't know was that Loren wasn't hiding anything from me." She waved her hand up and down Loren's body. "This is how Loren spends all his time now."
Kathleen covered her mouth and laughed. She immediately put her hand on Loren's shoulder. "I'm sorry, sweetie. I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing at myself. I should have known you couldn't hide the hair and the nails and the mannerisms from Stephie."
"We've decided that Loren is going to become Laura full-time now."
Kathleen smiled at Loren.
Stephanie continued. "But there's more, and I want you to understand this because we need your help making sure Loren will be accepted by everyone."
"Sure, I'd love to help."
Stephanie ran her tongue over her lips. "Here's the thing. Loren has really embraced the role of being submissive. In fact, it's gotten to the point that I can't honestly think of the last decision he made for us?" She looked at Loren, but he shrugged his shoulders.
"Ok," Kathleen said.
"In that regard, I have some papers here, which I want Loren to sign, and I need you to witness them."
"What kind of papers?" Loren asked suspiciously.
Stephanie handed him several documents from the briefcase. "If you'd read to the end of the book, Loren, you would know that Candi makes Brandi sign over all their assets and then take her name--"
"What book?" Kathleen asked.
"I'll explain later," Loren said.
"That gave me an idea," Stephanie continued. "I don't want to 'own' you, and I'm not even sure that's legal, but I like the symbolism of Brandi being forced to take his wife's name. So I've asked an attorney to draw up documents that will change your name."
Loren gasped. "To what?"
"Lauren Chambers."
"That's your last name!"
"Yes, it is."
"But you took my name when we married?"
"Yes, and now that you're my sissy, we're both taking my name. Consider it my gift to you because I know how much it turns you on to feel submissive, and what could be more submissive than a husband letting his wife rename him with a girl's first name and her own last name?"
Loren felt his erection throb. The idea absolutely turned him on. It also wasn't lost on him that he was the only person in the room wearing a skirt and the only one wearing high heels, which turned him on even further.
Stephanie continued: "Think about the thrill, dear. From now on, every time someone asks you your name, you will be reminded of your new status as my little husbandette."
"Is this blackmail?" Kathleen asked.
Stephanie laughed. "Hardly. Loren is free to say no at any time, but he won't. He like this too much."
"So he can just get up and throw these documents away with no consequences?"
Stephanie smiled. "Absolutely, and I'll still love him just as much."
Loren felt a tear run down his cheek. This was overwhelming. Kathleen saw this and started to object, but Loren stopped her. He wiped away the tear and signed the document. He handed it to Kathleen along with the pen so she could sign as witness.
Kathleen looked at Loren. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
He looked at her and smiled. Then he patted her hand. "Yes."
Kathleen shrugged her shoulders. She'd seen it with her own eyes that Loren seemed happier this way. In fact, Kathleen told herself, she'd never seen the two of them more in love than they had been in the past few weeks, and Loren seemed to love being Laura. She took the pen and signed.
Then Loren watched as Stephanie pulled his drivers license from the briefcase. "Lastly, I'm sending this back because it won't be valid as 'Loren Candeze' anymore, and because I don't want you driving anymore. I don't think sissies should drive."
"What about my car?" he asked.
"I'm selling it. I've already posted the ad."
"You could have consulted me," he said.
"Yes, Laura, I could have. . . but I don't have to. See how that works, dear?"
Kathleen started to speak, but again Loren stopped her. She looked at him. "You really want this? You can still back out."
He smiled.
Stephanie looked at Kathleen. "I hope you understand now?"
Kathleen exhaled. "I think I do. It's just a lot to take in. I guess I knew in the back of my mind there was no way Loren was becoming so effeminate without you noticing. And he does seem to love it." She looked up. "And you don't mind that I've been. . .?" she left the rest unsaid.
Stephanie shook her head.
"What happens now?"
"Now we introduce Laura to everyone, and let me start with you. Kathleen, meet my husband Laura," Stephanie said proudly.
Without saying another word, they all hugged each other. Loren, now officially Laura, felt his penis explode in his panties.
The following morning was Saturday, and Stephanie had invited Kathleen over for breakfast. The idea was that Loren would serve them both for the first time in his maid costume. Then they would take him shopping for clothes as a reward for his decision. As they sat in the kitchen chatting, Loren suddenly appeared at the door. He was naked except for a pair of white slingbacks.
"Look at me!" Loren whined.
Both women looked at his huge, erect penis. "Nice," they said in unison.
"That's not what I mean." He grabbed his breasts and held them up. "I've got tits!"
Stephanie raised an eyebrow and giggled. "Boobs, dear. Women don't call them 'tits'."
"You've been giving me real hormones, haven't you?!" he barked at Kathleen.
Kathleen blushed. "I. . ."
Loren stamped his foot. "Those were real hormones, weren't they? And now I have boobs!" He sounded unhappy.
"Laura, I have not been giving you hormones," Kathleen protested. "It was only a game. It was something I read on the internet. I thought you were enjoying it? I thought you knew?"
"Then what were they?"
"Just sugar pills."
"Why would you give me sugar pills?" he demanded.
Stephanie rose from her chair. "Hold on! Somebody explain this to me from the beginning." She pointed at Loren. "What pills?"
Loren took a deep breath. "A couple months back, Kathleen started making me take these pills. She said they were hormone pills."
"But they weren't," Kathleen interjected.
"Wait a minute," Stephanie said. "You took what you thought were hormone pills and you never told me about this?"
Loren was temporarily stunned. "Uh. . . yeah," he said cautiously.
Stephanie folded her arms. "Go on."
"She made me take a pill each day."
"You took a pill each day without telling me? For months? Even when you knew you had no right to keep secrets from me?"
"You keep secrets from me?" he protested.
"I'm allowed, Laura. That's what being in charge is all about. I get to make decisions. I am extremely upset that you never told me about this. You had no idea what those pills could have done to you." She took a deep breath and shook her head. "I really am angry about this, Laura."
Loren bit his tongue and stared at the ground.
"Go on, finish your story."
"I. . . I guess, I noticed some changes a couple weeks ago, when you said I was growing breasts and said I might need a bra. So I've been paying attention and I swear my boobs are growing."
Stephanie walked over to Loren and grabbed his left breast. It was indeed flabby, maybe even enough to form little globes. She poked it and squeezed it, let it fall, and then poked it again. "Laura, I know exactly what this is."
"You do?"
She reached down and pinched his hip and then his rear. "Yes, I do."
"If it's not hormones, what is it?"
"It's fat, dear. You've stopped exercising and you've been eating too much rich food now that you've learned to cook," she said calmly.
"But I look like a girl?"
"You look more like a girl because you've added fat to your chest, to your butt and your hips. It makes you look soft. Add in the constant wearing of the corset and the bras and the hose and the girdles and you have been squeezed into a more feminine shape. But make no mistake dear, you are not shaped like a woman, you only fake it."
Loren looked down at his chest. "But my breasts are huge?"
"Maybe for a man, but they hardly rate for a woman."
"I don't know what to say," he said softly.
"For one thing, I think you owe Kathleen an apology." She paused. "And for another, I think you owe me an explanation."
"What kind of explanation?"
"I take it, you still haven't stopped taking these pills?"
"How did you know that?"
"Because this is clearly the first time you've had this conversation with Kathleen, which means you're still taking the pills right up through today."
Loren nodded his head.
"So for weeks now, you claim you suspected these were real hormones and that they were making you grow breasts, am I correct?"
"Yes."
"Yet, you kept taking the hormones. Why?"
Loren bit his lip. He shook his head and cast his eyes toward the floor. "I don't know."
"I do, Laura. It's because you want breasts, isn't it?"
Loren shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know."
"As in, 'I don't know' why I kept taking them, or 'I don't know' if I want breasts?" Stephanie demanded.
They waited in silence for some time before Loren spoke. "I guess, I don't know. I don't know if I want breasts. Part of me says it sounds great. But I don't want. . ."
"Don't want what?"
"I don't want to do anything which makes you decide you don't love me anymore."
Stephanie's frown immediately fade. "Laura, honey, that could never happen. If you want boobs, I'm fine with that. It's not your body I love, it's you." She hugged him. "I'll tell you what. I'm going to call my friend the doctor and make an appointment. We can sit with her and she can explain exactly what getting boobs would mean. And if you want to do it, then we'll do it."
Loren smiled.
"But there's one catch," Stephanie said.
"What?"
"If my husband is going to get boobs, I'm going to decide how big they're going to be. Understand?"
"Yes, Miss Stephanie," Loren said with a smile.
Stephanie kissed him. "Now why don't you go finish getting dressed." She patted him on the rear, and he left.
"I'm sorry, Steph," Kathleen said when he had gone. "It was only a game. I thought he knew that. I thought it might wake him up to the idea that he was better off as a woman. I didn't want to cause any problems."
Stephanie shook her head. "Don't worry about it. No harm, no foul." Suddenly, a glint appeared in her eye. "Besides, you may have done me a favor."
"What favor?"
Stephanie squeezed her chest. "Boobs."
Kathleen laughed. "You really like the idea?"
"Kath, I love the idea! How many women in the world have husbands with boobs? I can't wait to get my hands on them. . . to watch him slide on a bra because he can't go without. . . to see him jiggle when he walks. That would be incredible!"
Meanwhile, the phone rang. Loren picked it up in the bedroom. It was Cindy, his agent.
"Hi Cindy, how are you?"
"Great, Loren. How are you?"
"Same as always," he said in the softer tone Stephanie required. It had become second nature to him.
"You sound strange, do you have a cold?"
"No, I'm fine."
"How goes the new book?"
Loren looked down at his erection and his heels. "I'm still doing research."
"Forget the research, just jump right in! That's the best thing for writer's block!"
"I'll keep that in mind."
"In any event, it's good you haven't started anything. Do you remember that thing I faxed you which listed the types of books that make the most money?"
"Yeah."
"Well, I'm embarrassed. Someone in the office was having a little fun at everyone's expense and they apparently created a fake draft, which then got faxed out." She paused. "Long story short, what you got is entirely wrong. The top five should be young adult, romance, speculative fiction, crime, and then thrillers. They most definitely are not whatever you were sent."
Loren's jaw dropped.
"I'm just glad you didn't start anything before we caught this little joke. Another one of my clients actually took the list seriously and you wouldn't believe what he just sent me. He even spent a week dressing in women's clothes to research the book. Can you believe that? His wife is furious with him and probably me." She laughed. "Fortunately, you didn't fall for this stupid joke. Well, it won't happen again. We fired the intern who did it."
Loren smirked. All of this had been a mistake.
"Anyway, I need to run. Get to work, Loren. I can't wait to read your next Louis Rock novel." She paused. "You know what might be interesting, now that I think about it? Why don't you try writing one with a female lead? That might make for an interesting change of pace."
"I just might do that. Thanks, Cindy."
There it was. It frightened him to think how much his whole life had changed because of a mistake made by an intern. Yet, it excited him too, there was no denying that. And what excited him even more was what lay ahead. Only the first part of his story had been written so far. It was time to see what the future held.
To be continued. . .
Thanks to everyone for their comments and the vast number of e-mails. This is as far as the story originally went. I have, however, promised a sequel. Because of the clear split in the audience, I am currently planning to write two alternate sequels. One will be more sentimental. The other will delve further into the humiliation/dominance aspects of the story. It will probably be a couple months before I get those done, but hopefully you'll all enjoy them.
Love,
Ann
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