Message-ID: <22420asstr$948665403@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: vickietern@aol.com (VickieTern) X-Original-Message-ID: <20000123112530.14553.00000252@nso-fh.aol.com> Subject: {ASSM} Threesome Part 3/13, by Vickie Tern. M/f, F/m, F/F, femdom, etc. Date: Sun, 23 Jan 2000 17:10:03 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: kelly, newsman, Vulpine {ASSM} Threesome Part 3/13, by Vickie Tern. M/f, F/m, F/F, femdom, etc. The sex scenes in this story are raw, cooked, scrambled, and coddled. No violence or force, but that doesn't necessarily mean the characters are always nice to each other. This is a fiction. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead is purely coincidental. It may not remain that way of course -- life sometimes imitates art. If you aren't old enough to read this lawfully, wait. If it's worth reading it'll still be around. If not, no great loss. Of course I hope it will still be worth reading, and will appreciate anyone letting me know what they think: VickieTern@aol.com. (c) 2000 by Vickie Tern. May be copied to any free archive. Threesome 3/13 by Vickie Tern This wasn't anything like the threesome I'd had in mind. At most, I meant maybe me in a nightgown and a dab of lipstick eating them both out while we all hugged and kissed, and me solicitous of my wife's every desire until her guilt became overwhelming and she rededicated herself to me and me alone. But now Rebecca had the ball and was running with it. With my balls too. When had I dropped it? Them? "That sounds only fair," Ellie said. "Doesn't it seem fair to you, sweetheart?" What could I say? I had to depend on Ellie to protect my essential manhood. She'd still want to have sex with me, that I knew. Maybe. So I nodded. Rebecca continued. "Maybe if he's a really good girl we'll make him a real girl as a reward. Give him three places to enjoy himself with a fella, not just the two he's got now. The kind of special girl place we've got. Then his friends could call him a 'cunt' too, the way they call us 'cunts'. They do, don't they?" I couldn't tell if she was serious or not when she said that. Me with a "fella"? She was needling me, becoming really unpleasant. Telling me I'd be a pervert! Again I didn't respond. Neither did Ellie. I hoped Rebecca was just being spiteful. "One more thing I want," Rebecca said. I'd crossed some kind of border, apparently, because now for the first time she turned to talk to me directly. Now she could acknowledge my existence! "It's very simple. A show of good faith. A test. I want you to cross a point of no return right away. Tomorrow, if we can arrange it, and I think we can. That would begin to persuade me that all the work we'll need to invest in you might be worth the effort. You look to be about my dress size. About a 14 do you think, Ellie?" "Just about, I think," Ellie replied. "He used to be an 18, almost a 20, but I've been bringing him down for some months now. We've both lost quite a bit of weight." I looked at Ellie. I used to be an 18? When did she start thinking of me in women's dress sizes? I decided she was just translating my men's sizes into women's as she spoke, praising me to Rebecca in Rebecca's terms. "Then tomorrow you'll start wearing women's clothes. We'll provide your starter set, Joseph," Rebecca said. "Until you can buy your own. You'll take tomorrow morning off from your office, so we can start you off right. Then you can go back to work tomorrow afternoon wearing a proper respectable three piece suit, the kind you usually wear to work anyhow." Her previously skeptical smile began now to spread triumphantly across her face. She was enjoying herself! She'd won! She knew that her girlfriend, my wife, was agreeable to almost anything she proposed! My Ellie was hers! "A conservative business suit, Joseph, something that won't attract undue attention." Then she stood up and leaned over me, and spoke crisply, defiantly, as if challenging me to protest, to find anything she was saying the least bit unacceptable. "But a woman's three-piece suit! Nothing flamboyant! Faux Chanel Jacket flared at the hips, cream silk blouse with a cute bow tie, a short gray skirt, dark stockings, low pumps, pearl accessories! I have just the outfit for you in my car, dearie, in your driveway this very moment. Or is it my driveway? Simple daytime makeup, nothing bold or dramatic, just eyes, cheeks, and lips. One of your wife's wigs, unless we can get your hair permed and styled and set to look respectably feminine." She looked it over critically. "I bet we can! You'll do fine, I think. You might even be passable, not that I care. You with me so far?" I was too far gone not to be. I nodded. "Then that's what you'll wear to your office tomorrow afternoon! Tomorrow and from now on! No gradual transition for you, Missy! Tomorrow you're irreversibly a man who's decided he'd rather be a woman, and you'll explain that to your colleagues, your secretaries, your clients, your supervisors, the janitor, everybody. Because that's what you are, aren't you? Isn't that what you're telling us?" She waited. Ellie waited, concerned. I swallowed. Then nodded. "If your boss wants to send you home because he hates faggots or he's transphobic, or if someone objects when you use the ladies' room -- and that's what you'll use starting tomorrow, and no other ever again! -- or if anyone objects for any other reason, well, that's their prerogative. You'll deal with it, lady! No compromises. Tomorrow I want you to deliver such an unforgettable shock to everyone that they'll all dash to their phones and their e-mails and send the news around the world, so an hour later everyone who ever knew you will know what you are. Everywhere!" Now she looked maliciously gleeful! "You'll agree with me I'm sure that when everyone knows, you're a lot less likely to back away from our little arrangement and take Elaine with you, away from me. You'll already be someone else in everyone's mind, a laughingstock, a pussywhipped wimp, a queer clown, a brave transsexual woman, a sissy psychotic, who knows, but anyhow something you aren't now and will never be again, a man! Then as a woman, maybe your company can accept you and keep you on, every organization now and then finds they have a transgendered woman in their midst. But as a man, after tomorrow you'll be ludicrous. After tomorrow you'll have nowhere to go, will you? As a man, you'll be a traitor to your sex, a deserter, a failure, a loser!" She smiled sweetly at me. Smugly, too. The woman was diabolical! I nodded, a knot forming in my stomach. Did I really want this? No. Could I get out of it? It didn't seem so. Not and stay with my Ellie and keep my marriage going somehow, I couldn't. Did I want to? Already there was no way I could cut and run with any dignity or pretense of sincerity, not and keep any dregs of Ellie's respect. Certainly not after tomorrow. Was my marriage worth it? Which was worse, losing Ellie or losing my respectability? I loved Ellie. Despite everything! With all my heart. Life without Ellie was unimaginable! "Isn't this wonderful?" Ellie said. "Now I won't have to leave you after all, sweetie. I can have my Becky and my Joey too! My 'Joey.' You'll need a new name, honey! We both want to forget that there ever was a 'Joey.' Joy! That's you! I'll have my dearest Joy living with me from now on! I'm so glad you thought of this, Joy darling! And offered yourself to us. You've made me so happy. Aren't you happy too? Tell me you are!" She looked at me so anxiously I had to smile at her, to try to reassure her. I nodded. "Tell her, Joy!" Rebecca was looking straight at me, and I saw that her smile had disappeared. "I want to hear it!" "Yes, I'm happy too, Ellie," I said, my voice flat. "You're happy, who?" Rebecca snapped. "'Ellie' is my name for her, just as 'Becky' is her name for me." Those are our private, intimate little names for each other. When you began to date her way back, and you began to call her 'Ellie,' I couldn't say anything about it. Not back then. But now I can. From now on, Joy, you'll call her 'Elaine'! That's her name. Isn't it, Ellie?" Ellie nodded. I mean Elaine. She was looking at me encouragingly, and I'd like to believe a little sadly. But I couldn't tell. "Say it, Joy precious!" No question, Rebecca's tone was threatening. "I'm happy we can still live together, Elaine," I said. "No, let's make that 'Miss Elaine'! And I'm 'Miss Rebecca' when you address me. You are not on a first name basis with either of us! Not yet!" It was a rending moment for me. Like a divorce! Rebecca came between us and spoke, and now we were no longer a couple. But then, wasn't that was what Ellie had told me anyhow, just before dinner? Wasn't that why we were now a threesome, because I'd thought a threesome preferable to nothing? Not exactly a threesome like this though. "Miss Elaine," I repeated. "Yes, Miss Rebecca!" Rebecca disappeared for a moment, then came back carrying a pad of legal-looking documents and a pen. "The surgical proxies," she said. "Standard doctor's equipment. Never leave home without them!" I signed a few. She witnessed them. Then she handed them to Elaine, Miss Elaine (no, to me in my own mind she'll always be 'Ellie'), Ellie also witnessed them. Then Ellie disappeared with them into our study and came back without them. "Nicely done, Ellie," Rebecca said when Elaine had sat down again, this time in a chair opposite both of us. "Cued beautifully. And it's all his idea, you heard him, and now it's signed and sealed, so now he's responsible for everything that happens next" Elaine stood up and leaned over and actually kissed Rebecca! On the mouth! "Love will always find a way," she replied. "Thanks, honeybuns, for giving this a chance to work! I really didn't know what to do. I didn't want to lose him, but I never thought he'd propose this, much less agree to it! He really did reach for every hint I threw at him! He's so sweet! I do love him, you know. And now I really do owe you!" "No problem, Ellie darling. Though remember my own purposes. I do mean to collect from you, sweetheart! Beginning now! Awww, look at him! He has no idea what we're talking about!" While I was working out what they might have meant by that, Rebecca stood also, produced a hypodermic out of nowhere, pinched up skin on my wrist, and gave me a swift shot. "Just a tranquillizer for now, Joy, baby," she said. "Mostly for Ellie's sake. Miss Elaine to you! She'll feel so much better knowing you're not troubled by our sleeping arrangements tonight. Or by anything, from now on. And her happiness is everything to me. Just as it should be for you, but we can't really trust that it is, yet, can we? Just sit still now and feel peaceable, and then you can go to bed any time you like. In whichever spare bedroom." She was right. I sat still and felt increasingly satisfied with the way things were turning out. It wasn't too bad. It could have been a lot worse. It wasn't bad at all. I still had what I wanted. I watched quietly as Rebecca and Elaine talked together in voices too low for me to make out, touching each other and giggling, my wife glancing casually over at me now and then. They were now old, familiar friends who enjoyed each other's company. It was so nice, seeing two women who felt that close. Which was why they hugged each other on their way upstairs. Loving friends. Girls together. Was that a twinge of jealousy I felt? No, envy! I wanted to be one too! A girl, like them! To belong, to be one of them! Well, that was certainly what Rebecca had in mind for me. Pussy and all, she wanted me to think! She was joking. I hoped so, anyway. I just sat and watched then, feeling warm toward them both. They paused in the hall at the top of the stairs, in front of the door to our master bedroom, then turned toward each other with their arms wrapped around each other possessively. It felt to me like a sacred moment. So very sweet! Like newlyweds poised on the threshold of a bridal chamber! My Miss Elaine looked into her Becky's eyes with such tender affection! And her Becky so very gently took my wife's head into both her hands and pulled her face close, and kissed the tip of her nose so very delicately. They were both about the same height. They looked so serenely happy together! A matched pair! Then they kissed each other with real feeling, their soft lips pressing together. It was so beautiful, two women kissing, their faces melting into each, neither dominating, each yielding to the other. Elaine then pulled her Becky closer, and their kisses grew more heated, passionate, their mouth moving as if they wanted to swallow each other. They reached to touch the tips of each other's nipples. I sat and watched. Their bodies writhed into tight intimacy. Then they broke off, breathing hard, and began to pull each other into the bedroom. Each glanced down toward me. Rebecca grinned at me. Elaine tilted her head back and smiled, signalling to me how pleased she was. Was that smile also a little mischievous? Did she purse her lips just then to blow me a kiss? To reassure me? To mock me? They slipped into our bedroom and shut the door. I looked at the closed door. Their bedroom. After a moment, I got up and went upstairs myself, into one of the spare bedrooms, and fell onto one of the beds the two of them had used during Rebecca's previous visits here, probably. At least Ellie and I were still together here in the same house. Miss Elaine and I still shared our lives. I thought I'd better think up a way out -- this situation was way out of control. But then I fell asleep, out like a light, with nothing left to think about. iii. When I woke up I felt mellow, at peace with myself and snug in the world around me. I looked about and saw that the world was a spare bedroom with yellow sunlight streaming onto candystriped wallpaper walls. Our spare bedroom, for guests. Then I remembered everything else. Maybe it was a residual effect of the tranquillizer Rebecca had given me, or maybe it was usual for me, but I found I was thinking of my new situation calmly and systematically, without anger or anxiety. There were a series of problems to be solved, that was all. One set emerged from my need to share Elaine with Rebecca for the time being, and to be content with whatever the scraps and leavings of our loving relationship. Well, for the time being that was unavoidable. I could handle it. More immediately, I remembered, this afternoon they meant for me to go to the office dressed like a woman. I'd look like a freak! I hadn't bargained for that when I'd proposed to Ellie that I become one of the girls! I'd meant to pretend to be a woman in bed, or maybe around the house! But Rebecca hadn't fallen for that dodge, and now I had very little choice. How could I get out of this one? Stall. Talk Elaine out of it. Slow the pace on this first morning of the rest of my life. As I headed out the door and down the hall to the guest bathroom I found that Elaine was up and already waiting for me. She was already fully dressed and made up for her day at her own office. She looked really good, too! "There you are, honey, I was about to wake you! Shower and shave quickly now. Shave off all your body hair I mean, as best you can, because I've phoned Francesca for an appointment for you. In two hours it's scheduled. Becky's agreed, we don't want you to show up at your office your very first day looking like some halfback in drag. You'll need to look like a presentable woman right off, or they won't take you seriously. So I've phoned them for you and told them to cancel your morning appointments, that you'll be a few hours late." I just stood there. Her face was glowing and her eyes were bright, and she seemed somehow...satisfied. This past night with Rebecca had certainly agreed with her! I was glad she was happy, but my heart sank just a little. A woman who's just been with another woman is still, well, womanly, I tried to remember. Being together heightens their femininity I guessed. It wasn't as if she's been unfaithful, I tried to remind myself, as if she'd spent the night with another man. She might yet, but I'd deal with that issue in good time. I had no reason to feel jealous, not yet. "Ellie," I started to say, and paused. I wanted to ask her flat out to stop playing this game with me now. We had to come to our senses! But there she was, lively, alert, serenely self-assured, and I realized that to her it wasn't a game. "Hush, sweetie! Don't let Becky hear you call me that, or she'll want to punish you some way, and I don't want to see that happen. I'm 'Miss Elaine' now, remember? In fact, we talked about it last night and decided that I'll be 'Miss Elaine'to you from now on no matter what. To help you remember that I'm not your Mrs. any more. That for the time being we're not even social equals." She smiled her cute, dazzling smile at me, and my heart swelled. "I must say, when you call me that, honey, it sounds a lot more respectful. I kind of like it! It makes it much easier for me to order you around!" Not my own wife's social equal, my former wife's, nor Miss Rebecca's social equal either, I was thinking. This was hardly a level playing field. I tried again. "Elaine," I said. "Miss Elaine!" I reached for an argument. "Don't you think...?" But I saw in her eyes that she was beyond argument. There was nothing I could say. "Who's Francesca?" I finished weakly. "What appointment?" "My hairdresser at the Cut'n Curl Salon. You'll love what she can do, she works miracles! I've told her we want you to look like a serious professional woman, but pert and pretty too, attractive to your male associates but not intimidating. Nice. Becky agrees that if Joy's a cutie from the start there'll be less chance that she'll seem an embarrassment to the firm and find herself downsized out of a job. In fact, if she's pretty, there'll always be work for her in a large firm. You see, honey, we want you to keep working for the present, for your own self-respect, even though Becky and I earn more than enough for the three of us. You'll tend the house for us when you aren't out of town on business, true, but you'll need other interests too. To mix with the other girls at the office. The more people you meet when you're being a girl, the more girl you'll become. The sooner you'll get used to it and begin to like it. The less time you'll have to brood about me and Becky, if you understand what I mean. The sooner you'll develop a life of your own, maybe even a sex life of your own. That's why we want you to look pretty! Then after your surgery, when you're a real girl, you'll already know all about it. Especially about guys." "Surgery?" I asked. "Guys?" "Yes, of course," she said. "Oh, I do hope you turn out to be bi-sexual, like me, and not a singleminded Lesbian like Becky. Girls are wonderful, we both know that, but guys are so special! They can be so good for a girl's morale. There'll be times now and then when you feel down and need cheering up. This is a change of life for you, after all. Your hormones'll make for mood swings, and you'll be getting other kinds of new, exciting feelings too, you know, honey? Yearnings you won't understand at first, until one day you see someone, and ... well, when that happens, you'll find guys can be wonderful! There've been times when I've felt really low, you know? And you've been busy at work. Or maybe I've been away alone on business or at a convention. And I've needed to feel reassured that I'm still an attractive woman, and ...." She paused, and seemed to realize that this kind of dishy girl talk might distress me. "Well, sometimes a flirtation with the right guy at the right time can make a big difference," she finished. "You'll see." I was shocked by what she'd almost said. "What? Ellie? Do you mean to say...." She realized she'd said too much. So her tone shifted, and she whiplashed me with a ferocity that pushed whatever I'd been thinking clear out of my head. "*Miss* Elaine to you! No, Joy, I don't mean to say anything! Not about me, I didn't! And if I did, it has nothing to do with you! You have no claims on me. You aren't my husband any more, remember? I don't know what you are yet, apart from a man who says he wants to be a girl so he can live with me and my sweetheart Becky! So get into that bathroom right now, *Miss* Joy! Time is running out! Do you hear me!?" Each word was stern, loud, and emphatic. I did what I was told. As I turned on the shower she continued to speak loudly to me through the glass doors, but now I suspect to distract and reassure me. "Use those razors! Shave off all that hair on your chest and arms and legs! You can leave a little bikini tuft around your prick if that would please you!" Then, "Honey, when I spoke to your secretary a little bit ago, I told her about your decision, how you'd look when you came in later today, so she could be properly supportive. She was so fascinated! She said she'll be delighted to help. She said you've always been a nice man, and now she expects you'll be a nice woman too! I told her to let the word out, so no one will be shocked when they see you. She said she will. She's even going to get you a birthday cake, so all the girls in your office can celebrate that you're born again today as what you've been all along, one of them. I know Becky wanted everyone to be shocked when they saw you, and a little mocking too, but this accomplishes the same thing I think, and it'll be much easier for you. It's sort of nice, in fact. A coming out party!" "They know? You've already committed me to this?" I asked. "At my own office?" "No, dummy, you committed yourself to it, last night." Her voice then softened. "I'm helping you, honey. You have a lot to learn." I emerged from the shower hairless, feeling naked as a billiard ball. Rebecca was now standing with my wife, wrapped loosely in a pale beige silk dressing gown. "Well, look at you, Joy. Neat and clean I see. I see too that you've got nothing much to hide. Ready to be pretty? Your clothes are laid out on your bed." I saw no need for her sarcasm, but I realized that from her point of view I'd always been the intruder. She'd always resented me. She'd hoped that this time I'd give up Elaine without a struggle, and it wasn't happening. So I knew I had to watch her. She was going to try to make it happen. "Thank you, Miss Rebecca," I said, matching her tone with mine. "Oooh, I like that, Joy! 'Miss Rebecca!' Yes! That's what I am, girly! That and 'ma'am.' Understood?" "Yes ma'am." I felt chastened. Thus much for my rebellion. "Splash this cologne on yourself, honey," Elaine said. "And into your room with you. I'm pretty sure my old bras and panties'll fit you for now, I mean the ones from before we both lost weight. They're yours from now on. Some are so pretty! I know you'll always want to feel more daring underneath than anyone would ever guess. Every girl has a secret life. I've had one. I'll bet you've never seen some of the really sexy things I wear when I want to feel special! Well, all of them're yours now! You can have a secret life too now!" I went into my new room with her. She was right, she'd laid out some incredibly fancy lingerie in rich shades and tones. I couldn't remember ever seeing her wear anything so provocative. A pair of panties looked flimsy enough to fall apart, but when I touched them they felt remarkably sturdy. Like women, I thought, smooth and delicate and seemingly fragile, but in fact solid, built to last, stubborn. "Here, hon," she said, picking up a flower-lacy longline bra. "We'll begin with this." She smiled warmly at me! "This is so exciting! The first bra of the rest of your life!" An hour later I was dressed for work, and felt very odd, trussed in and gussied up. "From now on, sweetheart," Elaine told me as she hooked and clipped and buttoned and zipped me in, "You'll do this yourself. You're a big girl now!" A bra was snugged tightly along my chest and two large silicone breasts hung heavily from the shoulder straps. I felt elongated in front, and the fake breasts thrust awkwardly even further forward when I stood up in my clunky high heels. My torso was swathed in a smooth nylon slip Rebecca had contributed, satin frothed with lace. My pinstriped businesswoman's suit, also Rebecca's though it seemed a little large for her, pinched in at the waist, creating an illusion that I had hips, then it flared out over a skirt that ended flirtatiously several inches above my knees. And there I was. Elaine draped a thin gold chain around my neck, then leaned over and teased and moussed my hair up to resemble a kind of mod hairdo. She then swiped some eye shadow, mascara, and lipstick on me, and finished by dashing a soft brush across my cheeks. She looked me over critically, as one woman does another. "Well, you're not my man any more, that's certain! A pity. I loved him. Still do." Then with a certain concern in her voice, "Are you sure you want to do this, honey? I can always go off with Becky and...." "Yes!" I said, almost shouting to overcome the fleeting doubts in my own mind. I must look ridiculous, I thought. But I won't let her escape! "Well, this'll get you there, sweetie. You look darling, don't worry about anything. Here's where you go. 'Cut'n Curl' and ask for Francesca. Keep this card safe in your purse. O yes, here's your purse. Your wallet's in it already, with your keys, and some other things you'll need today. I have to get to work now, Joy, I'm running behind! You'll tell me all about it tonight?" I felt terrified! "You're not coming with me!?" "Snookums wants her mamma? Don't be silly, Joy. If you're a girl now, you're a girl, in your case a girl who really needs the makeover we've ordered up for you. From a distance you look quite nice. Take short steps and hold your elbows close to your sides and don't say anything if you can help it. Not too many people will snicker or smirk when they see you. But if they do, ignore them. Rude people always make remarks when women pass by." For a moment she actually looked sympathetic. "This isn't my idea, honey, remember that. It's yours. I wanted a clean break, goodbye, thanks for the marriage, and stay in touch. Though I am glad it's working out this way instead. Because I never did want to lose you!" She took my hand and looked into my mascara'd eyes. "Oh, honey! It's never easy, and it won't be. So go and for now enjoy being pampered. Girls do. I can't wait to find out how your day goes. Remember your mistakes, if you can, so later on Miss Caroline can help you correct them when she teaches you how to be a real lady." end 3/13 VickieTern@AOL.COM -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+