Message-ID: <13312eli$9807231512@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: vickietern@aol.com (VickieTern) Subject: {VickieTern} New TG: Dolls 9/9 F/m M/M F/f femdom Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <1998072312052700.IAA02516@ladder01.news.aol.com> {VickieTern} New TG: Dolls 9/9 F/m M/M F/f femdom I'll appreciate knowing what you think of this:VickieTern@AOL.COM Other Vickie Tern stories are archived in http://www.fictionmania.com and http://library.gaycafe.com/nifty/transgender/by_authors/Vickie_Tern I'll appreciate knowing what you think of any of these too, if you can still write after reading them. If you shouldn't be reading this, don't. Then her eyes adjusted and it was easy. Gene's body was dark, and matted with hair over most of it, and Bob's was smooth and creamy-complexioned, soft with all of the lotions he'd used; and his arms, after much dieting, and many massages by Erika, were almost rail thin. Bob could now wear sleeveless dresses without a problem, she realized. She smiled to herself, and made a mental note to buy him a few. Better, to go shopping for one with him. No, she realized, he doesn't need me any more -- his credit card receipts show he's been buying his own dresses and lingerie and accessories for some time now, and he has good taste. He's like a real girl, properly bred. She felt very pleased with herself. "Hi boys," she said in a voice a little brisk for their state of somnolenence. "Don't get up. I just wanted you to know that I'm going away for three or four days. I'll probably be back Tuesday night. So when you see I'm not home tonight, don't wait up." Gene opened his eyes and looked at her. Bob just lay there, eyes closed, not yet ready to wake up enough to turn his head, but he ran his hand down Gene's chest to get his arm into a more comfortable position, then lightly burrowed his fingers into Gene's chest hair, and snuggled in a little closer to go deeper into sleep. "Over the whole weekend, into Tuesday, honey?" Gene asked. "Is this business or pleasure" "Both, I hope," Diana said. "I met a man, a client, and we hit it off. So we're both going away to see if there's more than that between us, if there's anything else we can do for each other." "If things work out the way I hope, I'll be bringing him home with me Tuesday. So if you'll clear out of here and move in with Bobbi over the garage by then, for the time being, I'll be grateful. You'll be easier to explain as a husband and wife couple I've hired to look after things." "Just take your time. But when Bob wakes up, tell him he'll need to wear his maid's outfit when we get home. Not the fetishistic French Maid outfit. Just something decent, with a cap, and with his hair pulled back in a bun. You'll be my handyman and chauffeur, so blue jeans are fine, though be sure your black suit's presentable in case we need you to drive us around on Wednesday. There's a proper cap on the shelf in your new quarters. That's if I bring this man home. We never know." Diana smiled to herself. She knew. Gene felt hurt, and a little betrayed. He leaned up on one elbow and looked at her intently from under his dark eyebrows. Bob opened his eyes and began to focus them, but didn't move from where he slid as Gene raised his shoulder. "Now look, Diana, do you think that's right...?" She interrupted. "Of course it is," she said. "I've done everything right so far. I decided that it would be better for me and happier for you if you had your sexual needs attended by someone else but stayed faithful to me nevertheless. I decided Bob here would make a beautiful alternative bride for you, and I prepared him to become your bride, and I arranged for your bridal night, and from the way you two look now, you're well married. Aren't you? Of course you are. I've decided that too." "I've been having such a good time playing dolls and dollhouse with you two! You're both just like my dolls when I was a little girl. I always know how you're going to feel about anything, and I always know how to fix things so you feel what I want you to feel, and then do what I want you to do, and moreover, so you like feeling and doing what I want. You two are my living dolls. I love you both. I mean to play with you both a lot more!" "But what's right is what I feel like doing. As far as you're concerned, Gene, I'm the Mommy here. I decide what we do in this house. If you're not happy with anything I decide, leave." "But I think you are happy. I know that you're only playing at feeling hurt, the injured husband whose wife is starting an affair, because you feel you should. But you don't need to, dear. You've got your own loving girlfriend next to you in bed, and you know you haven't begun to discover what she can do to make you happy. What he can do, I mean. For the next few days I'm going to live my own life, and enjoy myself, and not think about you two at all. I'll be back Tuesday, and I'll probably have someone with me. We'll see what happens then, how he'll fit in with you two lovelies, if at all. That's when I'll need you to be my respectable live-in couple, my chauffeur and maid. So that's what you are. All just for show, of course. When my new man's elsewhere, you can go to the office, and Bobbi can spend her days making herself pretty for you, pretty much as usual." "Enjoy yourselves, dear. Kiss Bobbi for me -- I see he's not yet awake. Kiss your sweetheart, baby. But don't do anything I wouldn't do!" And she looked again at the two of them, and felt an impulse to kiss them, each one, before she left. They made such a nice pair. So cute. Gene stretched out naked, looking at her in a relaxed kind of way, his fur matted on a large, brawny body, so very male, and Bobbi curled around him the way her hair curled over the pillow, looking thin and smooth. She'd changed to a light, lacy nightie during the night for some reason, delicate, and with her long fingernails her hands looked even more delicate. Diana did love them both, each for what they were. She wanted to be sure they knew this. But even a light kiss might damage her makeup, which she had put on as carefully as any woman ever does who is about to fly away for a long weekend with a new lover. "Bye-bye, sweethearts!" And she was out the door and down the stairs. Gene heard the front door open and close, and her car start. He turned back to Bob, and kissed him. "Good morning Bobbi," he said affectionately. "Wake up, honey. Time for breakfast!" End end 9/9 (c) 1998 by Vickie Tern May be archived if made freely available. Not if not.  Vickie Tern@AOL.COM -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----