Message-ID: <28989asstr$982818602@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: vickietern@aol.com (VickieTern) X-Original-Message-ID: <20010220102631.20957.00001658@ng-fn1.aol.com> Subject: {ASSM} NEW TG: Perfect by Vickie Tern 7/10 M/F F/m femdom Date: Thu, 22 Feb 2001 00:10:02 -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: RuiJorge, gill-bates NEW TG: Perfect by Vickie Tern 7/10 M/F F/m femdom This kind of story shouldn't be read by anyone who shouldn't read this kind of story. No exceptions! (c) 2001 by Vickie Tern. May be copied to any free archive. All comment welcome (VickieTern@aol.com). vii. "It'll be a long weekend, Allie. Five days, Wednesday through Sunday, so bring clothes for at least that long." "All right," I said. After much shopping, with Gayle, Meg, even Connie, on my own as I gained confidence, my closet was full and I loved everything in it. The morning ritual of selecting an outfit for the day was so much more fun than just putting on clothes, especially when Gayle praised some daring combination that came off with flair. Thinking about fashion yet comfort for the trip, I took down some designer jeans that had always turned heads when I wore them. "No pants at all of any kind, sweetheart," Gayle said with a little regret in her voice. "Some of the Church Board members think pants on women are an abomination. So, dresses and skirts only, and of course stockings -- bare legs are for summer. Some cocktail dresses for social occasions. For more casual, try to go as girly as you can. Skirts all above the knee, cute, pert, kittenish, flirty, those are what younger women wear in my town." "Sexy not allowed?" "Sexy is very allowed, Allie. I know it sounds peculiar to a big city girl like you, but in a town our size, to want to be attractive to men is a proper girly thing, so sexy is altogether proper. So take your prettiest lingerie and an exotic nightgown or two. That miniskirt I love that shows off those cute round rear cheeks of yours whenever you bend over -- could those hormones be rounding your butt already? And those teasing French lace panties that don't quite cover the curves. I want all the men to admire you. I want to see pricks standing straight up when you pass by, like telephone poles on a highway. That formfit elasticized blouse you can't wear even with a bra, the one that wraps around your breasts and nipples like a glove and thrusts you out forward and leaves nothing to the imagination? That's ideal. You have a gorgeous figure now, sweetheart, with your small waist and large boobs. Flaunt it. You can even look a little whorish. Make the men drool. Make me proud!" "Gayle, I'll get raped!" "Not by these men. Not by most of them. You'll see. They're all very proper, all look and no touch. Lead us into temptation is what they pray daily, because then when they're done leering they can remember to resist and feel proud of themselves. That way they think they've earned Brownie Points with the Head Honcho upstairs. They think He thinks that absolute virtue consists in having no fun at all." "You grew up in a strange place, Gayle. No wonder you behave a little strange sometimes." Gayle beamed at me. "Takes one to know one, lover," she said. "We found each other." "You found me," I corrected her. "Little by little you found yourself, and became what you now want to be," she said. "Don't you? But I made you what you are today, I admit it. I hope you're satisfied." "Very." I went over to her and took her around her narrow waist, and she took me around mine, and we pressed our crotches against each other. That hallway mirror image of us came back to mind. Two women in love. I gave her a light kiss on the lips, which she returned. Then I broke off. "Nothing decent to wear at all?" "Decent is allowed. It's boring for the men, but some women insist. Older women wear proper. Us city girls are something they do accept now finally, but they still need to swallow hard to get used to us, women who wear power suits and severely tailored blouses and sit in offices telling men on the phone to cut the crap and deliver the goods. And sit at home telling their husbands the same thing. But most girls who remain there grow up to run households and be attractive to men and have an affair or two, and meanwhile remain girls until they're grandmas. And most boys grow up to run businesses and head families and remain boys all their lives because they don't know how else to be. Anyone with any pizzazz leaves home. A few come back afterward, you'll meet one or two. You'll see." We rented a car for the four hour drive to the comfortably prosperous town where Gayle's family lived. As we left Gayle's apartment she looked around slowly and regretfully, as if committing each wall-hanging and article of furniture to memory. "It's only for five days," I told her, trying to console her for some unnamable loss she seemed to be anticipating. She nodded, then turned toward me and looked me over the same way. I'd done my hair especially carefully that morning, thinking ironically that as Gayle's parents' potential son-in-law I wanted to look especially beautiful, to make a good impression on them. My hairdo formed a pretty halo around my delicately made-up face. I'd gone especially heavy on the eye make-up. Dana's secret recipe, sauce for the feminine mystique. "You look lovely, Allie," she said. "Thank you," I replied. She seemed in a strange mood indeed! "Allie,...." she began, as if a crack had opened in some dam, and the first trickle of water had appeared of what would shortly be a deluge while the whole dam crumbled. Then she took a deep breath, and the crack disappeared. But she still felt under pressure, I could tell. "Allie, you do trust me, don't you?" "You know I do," I said, as intensely and devotedly as I could feel she needed to hear it. "Absolutely!" "Absolutely, no matter what?" "Absolutely!" I told her. "Because Allie, this is not going to be easy on you, this trip. It may seem a little boring, much of it, but believe me, Allie, you will not be bored. Shocked, bewildered, betrayed, gratified, but not bored. This is going to be one of the most difficult experiences of your life, at least since you lost your parents. But there's no other way. You have to go through it to arrive where I need you. It's just...it's just...." "What?" I said as gently and quietly as I could. She seemed agonized, my poor darling. "Just remember," she said, beginning to recover herself from whatever it was. "Just remember that I love you, and you love me, and you'll see when we emerge that we'll be living together happily ever after, making a life for ourselves exactly as you've hoped. Not exactly the way you've imagined it, that's all. Different. In some ways better." She smiled to herself. "But you can't know that yet. You can't even imagine it." Now I was absolutely baffled! She had now concluded this strange speech. "I've made all the arrangements. I know I'm right! But you'll just have to trust me. You do, don't you?" "I do," I said solemnly. "Then darling, I now pronounce us woman and wife. You wanted a marriage, didn't you? Well, there it is. Now let's get in the car." Gayle took the wheel. As we drove off I saw Gayle's wistful mood evaporate, leaving behind the capable woman I'd first seen in that personnel class we took together months back, and the lover I'd come to know since then. "It's like this, Allie. We won't see a lot of each other this weekend. You'll be staying at the local Inn, and I'll be staying at my folks' place, in fact I'll be sleeping in the same room I slept in as a girl. You know, the same banners and teddy bears and posters of cute guy rock stars I'd put up before I knew what I really wanted. They've kept it that way as a shrine to me. I'll always be their little girl. You know how it is." She glanced at me. "No, poor Allie, you don't know. You never were a teenage girl yourself, were you? Well, cheer up. Now you can be just that. I want you to enjoy being a teenage girl. More than that!" She glanced at me again, and licked her lips. "I've arranged it. When we're done you'll be just like me, a woman with a past!" Now she looked at me yet again and grinned mischievously. "More mystery! But you'll love it I suspect. I'm sure you won't be bored." More mystery indeed! But at least it sounded like fun. Then she added, "We'll see each other probably only on three occasions this weekend once I drop you off at the Inn. Always with lots of others crowding around. I'll be entirely occupied by family and things. There'll be only the Thanksgiving dinner, which will be a mob scene, and then Friday night the ladies are planning something, and Sunday in Church will be another kind of mob scene." I made a disappointed noise. She glanced at me again, still gripping the wheel firmly. "Sweet Allie, don't you worry. You'll be busy every moment, same as me. You won't have much free time to miss me, I promise you that!" She nodded to herself, then looked at me again with a superbly commanding expression . "I made you what you are today, Allie, and I know you're satisfied. But don't think I'm done! We're getting close. Fix your lipstick." Then her eyes went back onto the road ahead. As we approached the outskirts of town Gayle gave me a quick briefing on the people I'd meet. Her father was Minister of All Souls Church, attended by everyone who mattered in the community, the strait-laced and righteous and the very wealthy, who were the honorary righteous. Most of the town's civic leaders belonged. The Church Treasurer was also the President of the Fiscal Security Bank, and yjr Church's Board Chairman Ben was the head of Mercantile Enterprises, the town's largest employer, and also Gayle's parents' closest friend. We drove past "ME" signs on warehouses and packaging plants and office buildings it seemed forever before crossing a railroad track and then, finally, entering a more residential neighborhood. "The head of ME as they call it is Ben, the founder. He has more money than anyone. He could buy the town but doesn't need to, because everyone already feels bought, they do what he wants. You'll meet him, he's a lady's man -- watch out for him. His son and heir's Chris, you'll see him at our family Thanksgiving dinner and afterward too. Our parents expect certain things from us, but neither of us feels committed -- we have certain understandings, Chris and I. Watch out for him too. He makes plays for girls whenever others can see him do it. It can be embarrassing." "This is the 'Chris' who's been looking forward to 'the big event'?" "He's the one. Anyhow, to be anyone in my town you have to belong to my father's church. That means you must practice unassailable virtue as attested by my father, who never sees anything but virtue anywhere anyhow. Which is why I had to leave home to find out what I really wanted and how to get it." She smiled, pleased, and glanced at me again. "Which is how come I found you. Here we are!" She pulled in at the Inn's front entrance and waited. I got out, and a boy in uniform came to put my luggage on a wheeled cart. Gayle waited, feeling for a way to say something. I leaned in to kiss her goodbye for now, and she pulled back slightly, amused. "Two women kissing? They'd talk about it for weeks." Then she gave me an intense look, loving but pitying. "You're a lovely girl now, Allie, remember that. Say it." Odd. But why not say it? "I'm a lovely girl." "No matter what! And remember, you told me that you trusted me. Say that again!" "I trust you, Gayle!" "Good. You do that! Bye bye, baby! Love you" And she drove off. Bye bye, I called out to her in my mind, wistfully. "Bye bye to lots of things, baby!" came a voice behind me. "Your innocence for openers!" I turned as rapidly as my high heels allowed. "Gretchen! You're here too?" Gretchen was there all right, dressed fashionably as always, with a provocative twist to her body as always. "I wouldn't miss it, Allie honey! And I'm necessary, moreover. Gayle didn't tell you? I'm your guide to this weekend's various events. I've got the car, and I know what's going on where and you haven't got a clue. have you? That didn't occur to you? I guess not. Gayle's made all the arrangements ever since you met her, so you haven't had to think for yourself or take any initiatives, have you? You just do whatever Gale says, don't you? Well, she asked me to look after you, so you just do whatever I say. You have quite a time coming." I didn't want to answer, so I didn't. She looked me over, her expression ironically amused as always whenever she saw me. "You look absolutely adorable, Allie. You're the prettiest boy here. I'm sure you're the only man in this town who at this moment is standing on a sidewalk wearing lipstick and high heels and a short, flirty skirt, showing his cleavage and waiting for the action. The other local weekend crossdressers are still in their factories and offices I'd guess. Gayle told you to flaunt those new boobs of yours so you'd look authentic? Like a woman, not a man?" "I am a woman, Gretchen." But suddenly I felt naked, exposed. The way Gretchen talked, brassy, skeptical, in your face always, I became vaguely aware that my womanhood, my self-image, was more fragile than I'd thought it. It seemed to depend on what other people thought me. With Gayle or Meg or Connie I had no doubt that I was one of them. With Gretchen I was starting to feel like an imposter. A near-miss. "Not yet you aren't a woman, sweetie. Not to me! You're what Gayle wants, a sweet sissy boy who's been drifting and dreaming his way into thinking he's a sweet girl and is just about persuaded. But don't worry, this weekend we'll make a real woman of you. Let's get you checked in." It was rather a nice place, as I looked around the lobby. Oak and marble, well appointed, comfortably affluent without seeming opulent. I said so to Gretchen, wondering if my room would look that way too. For once she was silent. We both followed the bell-hop, and when he opened the door I saw there were someone's dresses draped on a chair, and a vanity case in the bathroom. I looked around puzzled as the attendant put my bags onto a rack for me, then left. "It's 'our' room, sweetie, not just yours. We share. This is Thanksgiving weekend, they're full up." "There's only the one bed," I said. Except for that girl I'd dated once who left me for a hunk, Gayle was the only girl I had ever shared a bed with. And intimacy with Gayle was a private matter between us alone, unique, and precious to me for that reason. I cherished it. I was true to her. I wasn't too happy about this. "I'm faithful to Gayle" I said determinedly, staring at the bed. Now Gretchen really was amused. "What're you worried about, Allie? Two women snuggling together? Don't worry, we won't snuggle. And this bed's just right for a man who likes to wear dresses, I see. Queen-sized." Then impatiently, "Unpack and let's go find something to drink -- I hear they have a nice cocktail lounge, and the restaurant's pretty good too. There'll be no alcohol at Gayle's house. Maybe we should buy a flask to carry around?" I'm really not sure how what happened next happened. We were seated in the "Pow-wow Room." Gretchen ordered Maragaritas for both of us, double sized -- a "ladies' drink" she called it -- and while we sipped them and ordered another round she quizzed me about my sex life. "I'm curious," she told me. "You didn't originally want to be a girl, did you? It all happened because Gayle wanted you to be a girl?" "Pretty much. Because Gayle wanted it for me. But at every step she made sure it was what I wanted too." "I'll bet she did. You'll pardon me Allie, but you do sound naive. How well do you know girls? Did you sleep around much when you were still pretending you were a man? Before Gayle made you into her girlfriend?" This was going to be a long weekend, I could see. "No," I said. "There was only one before Gayle, really. And she left me for another guy. 'A really buff guy' she called him. I'm not." "Tell me about it. A buff guy's nailpolish doesn't usually match his lipstick the way yours does, does it? Well, did you try sleeping with really buff guys yourself after she left you, to see what the appeal might be? Or did you wait until you owned a few pretty party dresses, and then start dating them?" "I've never dated men! I'm not gay, Gretchen!" "But you're supposed to be a woman, Allie. Don't women manage to sleep with men now and then without being gay?" I had no answer to that. Gretchen was trying to confuse me. I was getting confused. "Didn't I hear that you once felt attracted to a man in a coffee shop, someone you picked up while you were being true to Gayle? How had she heard of that!? "I turned him down," I said, before I realized I'd confirmed the rumor for her. "You turned that one down and then regretted it?" Gretchen said. "And then never went trolling for another?" She sounded incredulous. I was silent. "I've seen you dance and flirt with guys when we're out together." "It's what's expected!" "But fun, too?" I was silent. "So do you know what you are really? A little boy with a crush on a girl who'll do anything to please her. A natural submissive. She gets you to act out until you can convince yourself you're a genuine wannabe woman, maybe. Maybe even a gay man still in the closet, hiding out even from himself? You know, maybe I'm wrong about you, Allie. Maybe you're sincere after all. Sincerely confused! Let's have one more of these things and then find the restaurant." She ordered a third double Margarita for each of us. For both of us. I was starting to come unfocussed. I shook my head a few times to clear it. It didn't clear. I told Gretchen. "Too much stress, I'd say. Too much fear. You're a guy who'll soon be meeting Gayle's parents and lots of other strangers while wearing panties and a bra and all the fittings out in the open, with his hair done up to look pretty. A guy because all you've ever really done that real women do is shop and get your hair done. And that's not being a woman." "Thass not so," I said. "Talk to lotsa women 'n girls all a time. Like a girl." Gretchen didn't relent. "But this time you're in person, not just over the phone, not just voice to voice. You may think you're expressing your true self through your make-up and clothes and voice and all, but it's all stage costume. What you're really doing is hiding! Sure you're nervous. Here, take one of these." She handed me a teeny white pill. "While you're here you'll need some of these. I'll decide when. It's kind of like Prozac, but stronger. You won't feel less confused but you'll worry a lot less. Go with the flow. That's what we want." She watched closely while I swallowed it. "There. Add alcohol to that pill and stir and you'll find you're a little suggestible too, inclined to say 'Sure, why not,' whenever anyone wants you to do anything. But that's the point, isn't it?" What point? I nodded. And I don't remember too clearly all of what happened after that. She led me into a restaurant and we had dinner with wine and I couldn't slice my meat because my knife and fork kept getting mixed up in the wrong hands. Gretchen came around to my side of the table and said never mind Allie you're a dear anyhow, just suck on them. So I did, lying there on my back on the bed with my breasts exposed to her hands and they were feeling so wonderful, so very wonderful, her hands, with my hands tied to the bedposts and her breast in my mouth. Then mine in hers, first one then the other, and my nipples so luxuriously responsive and erotic that my whole body went into a kind of orgasmic spasm. I was a single tense clenched bundle of glory until she stopped fondling them. I opened my eyes to see her perched over my crotch. When she saw I was finally focussed she said deliberately, "You love Gayle, don't you Allie." "Mmmmmmm!" I told her. She was naked. That wasn't right. But I was too. "And you're always faithful to Gayle, aren't you. No sex with anyone else!" "Always!" And tears came to my eyes. Gayle was everything to me! I was hers. "Of course, always!" she said smugly, and she fitted my erect pole into the opening of her pussy and slowly and carefully slid herself down onto it. I sighed. It was warm and wet and slick, like coming home to Gayle, only to Gretchen.. When she got all the way down, she wriggled and touched my nipples, and again involuntarily my hips rose up to push against her crotch, my whole body stiff and tense and extended into ecstasy. Then when she lifted herself up I saw my cock emerge glistening. Then she came down again. Then up. I was her personal dildo. It felt good. I wanted to help her, so I began to move with her. Faster, all the while she watched me steadily to time my orgasm with hers, faster and faster until I screamed out "Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" and she closed her eyes satisfied as I spurted and spurted into her. "Oh, God!" A wall of remorse suddenly fell on me! A whole building! What have I done? How could I do this? Gretchen smiled satisfied and said, "There we are, Allie. Now you're no longer a virgin in your own mind! Your first night away from Gayle and you fuck her best friend! Welcome to Infidelity City." Oh, God! "I didn't want to. I didn't want to," I said despairing, over and over. "Tell me about it. I'll put my pussy on your mouth. Tell my pussy all about it. Persuade my pussy that you didn't want to. See if it listens." She wriggled forward until her crotch was directly over my mouth, then lowered herself and clamped her pussy lips onto my lips. She was slick with the flavor of my cum, familiar to me from Gayle's usually telling me to lick myself back into me to rejuvenate myself. But she was slick with the flavor of her own juices too, deep and musky, not Gayle's. She was trying to annoint me with them, to make me hers. I closed my mouth tight. That amused her. She looked down at my face, still twisted in agony over my betrayal of Gayle, and she pinched my nose. A moment later I opened my mouth to gasp air. She sat down firmly and squeezed her thighs on my head, and I was clamped to her, and then she squeezed something inside her and a large glob of semen and pussy juice passed from inside her vagina directly into my mouth. She continued to pinch my nose, and I was choking. I swallowed it. "There now. Now eat the rest of your dinner, Allie sweetheart, all of it. Lick it all up. Persuade me not to tell Gayle." To my shame, I tried to lick up all the evidence. To persuade Gretchen not to tell. I spend the next half hour slurping her juices and mine out of her. She enjoyed it and she enjoyed her triumph over me, both, in orgasms she celebrated each time by urging me to suck and lick even more dedicatedly! I felt defeated. By my own desire to suck on her. By my own body's betrayal of me. By my own faith in the purity of my feelings for Gayle, too. As we finally separated to sleep, by mutual consent we turned our backs on each other, and Gretchen uttered a judgement. "Allie, as a man, you're all right. I can see why Gayle wanted to harness this loyalty of yours, make it jump through hoops and sit up and beg. But as Gayle's new woman? As a man-turned-woman who wants to marry her? What do you think you are now? Could she possibly want to marry you? An available slut? Any woman's cuntsucker? Answer me! Go back to being a man!" My eyes were shut, tight shut to hold back tears. "I shouldn't have done it. I don't deserve her!" I began to wail. "I'm ...!" "No, that's true," Gretchen interrupted. "You don't deserve her! And she was never going to marry you. Don't think we're done, yet, sissie-boy. There are lots of things you need to know and she needs to know you know! Here, take another of these, it'll help you sleep." And she handed me another pill. Demoralized, I swallowed it. And slept. The next morning I still felt addled, as if I hadn't slept much at all. All that alcohol and guilt. Guilt for what? And then I remembered. I started to cry. And once I began crying I couldn't stop. Gretchen heard my strange racked whining, and I suppose it woke her up. When I lifted my head for a moment I saw her propped on one elbow and staring at me, her bed partner, a supposed woman who now lay next to her with her shaking and sobbing. I lifted my face to stare tearfully at the ceiling, as if beseeching help, and then flung myself down again. I couldn't stop, This was not me! But it was me! One long anguished wail! "It's time to get up, Allie," Gretchen said. Her voice was gentle, subdued, surprisingly compassionate. Did she sympathize with me? "There's more for you today!" "Why? Why? Why? Why?" I cried out in terrible grief, beating my pillow with my fist with each as if punishing myself or punishing Gretchen for doing this awful, this terrible thing to me. "Because!" was all Gretchen would say. Considering what she had just done, done to me, her voice sounded sorrowful. That seemed to me odd. I looked at her. She saw and her eyes glazed into impassivity. Then, "What's your problem, sissy boy? You got a good fuck, and you gave as good as you got! Get up and pull yourself together! The big Thanksgiving Dinner is gathering at Gayle's parents house. We've got a way to go, so take your medicine like a man and let's get started!" When I went into the bathroom I saw she meant it literally, another little white pill lay alongside my birth control compact and make-up kit. I took it and soon felt better. Whatever had happened, whatever would happen, it wasn't my fault and it didn't matter. I was smiling vaguely when I returned to lay out my dress and other things, the black silk two-piece Gayle and I had decided was exactly right for the Minister's table. Gretchen was wearing dark purple, and I told her the color suited her. She kissed me on the cheek and smiled too. end 7/10 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. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+