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Subject: {ASSM} Tiny Tim by Vickie Tern 7/9 TG Femdom F/m M/M wife
Date: Fri, 20 Apr 2001 15:10:05 -0400
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New TG: Tiny Tim by Vickie Tern, 7/9 femdom, F/m, M/M, wife


                              vii.

Becky paused.  "Touch your nipples, love, the tips of your breasts. 
Now."

I did.  In the warm, perfumed suds, they felt slippery, but also
delicately girly!.  

"Caresse them with just your fingertips, love."

I did.  A heavenly, rich feeling of bliss began to soak through me. 
My nipples became tumescent, swollen, as a sweet, voluptuous
sensation spread through them into my breasts. 
                                       
"See?  Now just keep doing that while I remind you of a few things. 
Tomorrow when Tim wakes up in Teena's body, we'll want him to be
experienced.  To have unforgettable memories of his life as a
woman.  We'll want him to know that Teena's body is a marvelous
place to live.  So he'll want to be Teena all over again and
forever after."

The ecstatic feeling in my breasts reached my cock and made
contact.  It gave a little lurch.  Becky's foot felt the movement,
and she began to tug on it with both feet.  I gasped.

"There're compensations, honey!  You'll love being Teena!  Your
clit being caressed like this to help you feel receptive.  Feeling
your breasts sucked by someone who's gentle and loving.  Sucking on
him in return, feeling a soft, hot, velvety tube of flesh fill your
mouth.  Cocksucking can be such a vast pleasure.  You'll see."  

She looked me straight in the eye when she said that.  And then
nodded twice meaningfully.  The first nod seemed to affirm for me
the truth of what she was saying, and the second seemed to mean
something else, not to feel offended, she'd not think the less of
me for it, to reassure me it was all right.

"Now that you feel you're a woman, you should be thinking about how
you want to be used like a woman!  How your rear opening can give
and receive pleasure.  Lots of men like to penetrate women there --
often their wives won't let them.  Men persuade themselves it isn't
infidelity when they do it with other women, because a rear end
isn't a vagina!  So they'll welcome the chance to do it with you. 
You don't know yet, honey, you haven't felt the joy, the sense of
completion.  You don't know that feeling of heightened fulfillment
that comes when a man's sliding in and out of your deep, special
place until finally he goes over the edge and pumps hot cum into
your guts, and you've made him do it, you've brought him to that
frenzy!  Because you're so desireable!  Or when you've bobbed your
head up and down on him and he can't help it, he's helpless, he's
finally throbbing his sticky fluids into your mouth.  Can you
imagine the feeling of triumph?"

Yet another of Becky's mad, unanswerable questions!  "No, I haven't
had the pleasure," I said.  I meant for it to sound sarcastic, but
somehow it sounded sincere.

"And then too there're your breasts, the intensified pleasure
you're feeling in your nipples right now, now that Angela's set
them up to grow full size.  That's a trade of two for one as
erogenous zones go, isn't it?  You'll love how they feel with
someone nursing on one and stroking the other!  You'll go crazy!"

She paused.  There was nothing I could say.  She went on.

"And babydoll, just think it through, everything that's been done
to you today, everything you've learned, what you look like now,
what you're about to become.  There's no going back.  Who'd have
you now, honey?  What other women?  But lots of men will.  You'll
need to remain Teena in your mind as well as your body now, for
your own self-respect!  To know you're still desireable.  Aren't
your breasts feeling all rosy and warm now?  Aren't you feeling
deliciously feminine?"  

"Yes," I said.  I couldn't lie.

"That's why I want you to come with me on my date tonight.  I've
already arranged a date for you too.  If I leave you here, when you
wake up tomorrow you'll be Tim again.  But a Tim who's always had
a tiny dick and who's now growing boobs and losing his erections,
and has a promiscuous wife who gets all her pleasure elsewhere! 
Frankly, there'd be no reason for us to remain married.  We'd
separate.   You'd try to begin another life elsewhere alone, but as
what?  A man or a woman?  Maybe a man who wishes he had the nerve
to be a woman.  Maybe a man with breasts who works in a salon
making other women look beautiful but never himself.  Maybe a man
who makes himself beautiful but lives alone, so no one who cares
sees him.  Maybe a woman who lives alone after all.  Think how
strange a life that would have to be!"  

Becky was telling me that our marriage was in jeopardy.  I listened
closely.

"Honey, that's why tonight you need to be launched into genuine
womanhood.  To confirm your pride and pleasure in your own
femininity.  To reassure yourself that what the women at the clinic
told you is true, you're you and you're beautiful!  To give you
ineradicable memories.  To give you a real past to build your
future and your dreams on!  We need for you to know from your own
experience how glorious, how satisfying, how marvelous it is to be
a woman and do everything women do."  

Becky was watching me closely the whole time, and one of her soapy
feet was still rubbing against my now desperately swollen penis. 
My clit.  Like hers but a bit bigger.  I was still caressing my own
nipples delicately, my eyes almost closed, lost in a blissful
trance.  I leaned forward and lifted my pelvis ever so slightly
into the pressure of her foot.  She smiled gently at me.  I saw how
my new breasts fell just a little forward off my chest, and
glistened as soapy water ran off their nipples onto my fingertips. 
 My slippery fingers still moved back and forth on those pink,
conical, elongated tips.  The pleasure, the delighted sense of
well-being!

"Tell me you'll come with me, that you'll do everything I ask you
to do, Teena.  That you'll complete yourself.  Please!  Pretty
please?  It's time!"

And then she just pressed down hard on my cock and my groin, and
held her feet there!  Such joy filled me!  I diddled those tips
lightly and my groin tightened.  My breasts suddenly felt plump,
full!  Then the most excruciatingly sweet discharge of feeling
suffused me.  Bliss!  Becky's foot maintained  its gentle pressure,
and oh, such heaven!  Blisss!  I made mewing noises in my throat. 
My whole body turned tense and coiled and recoiled in delicious
rapture, then spasmed in ecstasy.  My breasts seemed all air and
light and music!  I melted into perfumed honey!

"Yesssss!" I said.  "Ohh, yeeees!!"

When my eyes refocused, I saw that Becky was still watching me but
now grinning broadly.

"You felt that one in your whole body , didn't you, sweetheart?"
she asked.  "From the top of your head to the tips of your toes,
didn't you?"

"Yes, I did.  I certainly did," I said, trying to recover my normal
breathing.

"And isn't it wonderful?" she asked.

"Yes!" I replied.  "Oh, yes, Becky!"

"That's a woman's orgasm.  Do you want more of those, Teena!"

"I ... Yes, I think so," I replied.

"Then let's get ready.  Our men are waiting for us.  You do want to
come with me, don't you?"

"Yes," I said.  I was past being able to think about it.

It was scary, what I'd just promised.  Despite Becky's seductive
descriptions of sex with men, I felt no desire to be close to one. 
I felt curiosity, to be honest, after I'd heard her out, but also
reluctance amounting to distaste.  On the other hand, I loved
feeling desireable, and that required men, making myself desireable
to men and then gratifying their desires.  That's why we do it, I
thought.  That's why we go with men even though women are much more
desireable. 

Any which way I was committed, at least for this evening.  I'd live
through it somehow.  That much was settled.

My mind drifted over Becky's many revelations, how I might be able
to use what was happening to me like it or not, what I'd learned. 
It occurred to me that if Marshall's wife Ellen was a regular at
the House of Masks while her husband was out with other women, if
she liked sex with women as well as men, then maybe as a woman I
could get to her.  Get her confidence.  Alienate her from Marshall
somehow, get her to cut off Marshall's allowance, or trust funds,
or whatever the instruments by which her money transferred over to
him.  Make Marshall dependent on his commissions from sales, and
then one by one deprive him of those sales by seducing his clients. 
Becky made cocksucking sound so attractive I was sure I could
manage it, or at least suppress my distaste for it if I had to.  I
could cocksuck his clients over to my client list and enjoy every
moment of it!

It was a wonderful fantasy.  As I returned to reality I wondered if
any of it could happen.

I told Becky what I'd been thinking as we rose from our baths and
toweled ourselves, and spread oil on our skins, and then a flowery
powder, and we walked into our bedroom to dress to meet the man
Becky had been with last night.  And another man for me.  I
realized we were now two women preparing to meet their lovers.

"You're so wonderful, Teena!" she exclaimed.  "Always thinking
ahead -- we're so compatible!  Some of it, yes, some of your dream
can come true.  I know girls who cocksuck their way to financial
success.  In fact I've already slept with some of your customers to
keep them in line, and with others to bring them back when Kevin
was luring them away.  When they were otherwise qualified.  Even
when I was sleeping with Kevin, when Kevin boasted that he was
about to steal one of your clients, I'd go see that client and
secure his loyalty to you.  So I know at first hand that you can
indeed reach your clients and theirs by offering additional
services.  And you certainly should!"  

"But as for Marshall, don't trouble your head, he's no longer a
problem.  Ellen and I have already taken care of him.  You'll be
pleased to know that I had lunch with her today while Angela was
converting you.  I told her how I'd just called Kevin, and listened
to him boast about how he and Marshall had tricked you into having
sex with a total stranger.  I told her why I wanted Angela to
change you over, what she was doing to you at that moment.  Ellen
couldn't have been more sympathetic.  And envious!  The whole
scheme intrigued her.  We chatted some more, and one result is that
she's delighted to have someone she can trust manage her money,
someone not Marshall.  She knows how experienced you are in
financial matters.  She says that now that you're a woman and my
special companion, she knows she can trust you."

Becky was still way ahead of me.

"You see, Ellen recently went over her books and found that
Marshall's been systematically cheating her, transferring various
trusts, setting up dummy corporations, obviously preparing to take
complete control over her wealth.  So she's revoked his power of
attorney and asserted her own, and tomorrow he'll discover that
he's been rendered helpless.  We talked about what to do with him. 
At first she wanted to have Angela cut his balls off, and his cock
too, on some pretext.  'They're no use to me,' she told me. 'But if
I can teach him to make love to me with his mouth after I've been
with someone else the way your Tim does, I still might be able to
use him.  I do so envy you!'  That's what she told me.  She wants
to borrow you some time, honey.  I told her you'd be delighted. 
I'm sure you will be."

"You don't mind it if I have sex with another woman?" I asked.  "I
mean, I understand why you want to see me enjoying men the way you
do, sharing them and all that, but to have sex with another woman
...?"  

"Why not?" Becky asked.  "I do."

I wasn't sure I heard her.  "What?" was all I could respond.

"You heard me," Becky said, grinning.

I'd heard what?  Sex with a woman?  Becky?  

"I've always enjoyed sleeping with women.  It isn't infidelity. 
That's why I want to sleep with you still, honey.  It's nicer than
when you pretend to be a man.  I'm sure you know that."

I'd have to deal with that later.  Right now I felt overwhelmed. 
"Becky," I said.  "You offer me to Ellen?  Think about it!  You
were so furious with me for sleeping with another woman.  And I
guess you were right, in effect I did have sex with another woman,
and you were right to want to get even!   So you accused me of
adultery, even though it was with my own wife!  You were furious! 
That's what drove you over the edge!  That's why we're here now!" 
I paused.  "That's why I'm growing breasts even as we speak, and my
cock is becoming a clit!"  My voice broke as I said those last
words.

"Yes," Becky replied.  "That's what I wanted you to think.  That it
was my outrage at your infidelity that started us down this road. 
But let me merely inform you.  First of all, if you're a woman,
then sleeping with another woman isn't sleeping with the opposite
sex.  So how can it be infidelity?  Secondly, Ellen is your client. 
We've already agreed that you'll offer all your clients whatever
services they require.  Regardless of your gender or theirs.  So
that's what you'll do.  It's all right.  It's business.  Shall I go
on?"

I was altogether addled.  I nodded.  I saw in our bedroom that
Becky had meanwhile laid out complete lingerie for me and a matched
set for herself.  While I was having my budding breasts installed,
Becky had been shopping for brassieres and panties for both of us. 
His and hers.  Or maybe now it was hers and hers.  Obviously she'd
never really wanted to intimidate me into staying home, just into
letting her feminize me.  When she'd left me at "The Feminine
Mystique" this morning -- only this morning? -- she knew that by
nightfall I'd be here dressing for a double date with her. 
Preparing to be a woman with a man.

"Ellen agreed to give Marshall's balls a reprieve.  Tomorrow he'll
visit Angela for a haircut, and she'll feed him those little pills
of hers and make a few suggestions, and when he wakes up in about
a week he'll be turning tricks at a gay branch of the House of
Masks down in Key West.  There's one mainly for men down there. 
When he arrives, the Master of the House will decide whether he'll
be a top or a bottom, and whether leather or femme.  That's not yet
settled, but Ellen's had him sign all the necessary papers by now
on some pretext.  His clients will fall to you by default.  Of
course it's up to you to keep them." 

I must have looked a bit apprehensive about this, because she
laughed and added, "Dont worry, after tonight you'll know how. 
Your mouth will know how."  Then she looked concerned about
something, and said, "No, honey, your panties go on over your
garter belt, not under it.  You'll want to give your man quick
access.  When in doubt, watch me and do what I do.  Even later
tonight!"  

I felt a little numb.  So many reveleations!

"Now isn't this just lovely?"  Becky held up an exquisite cocktail
dress with a plunging draped satin neckline, done in ochre crepe,
with a delicate spray of black beads rising over each bosom and
another circling each wrist.

"It's gorgeous!" I said.  It really was gorgeous!  My heart lifted
up!  I couldn't wait to see Becky in it!

"For you, baby!  I want you to wear and appreciate really elegant
clothes, the kinds that enhance femininity yet look chic, not
trampy.  So men when they see you will feel privileged that you
allow them to be intimate with you." 

"Oh, honey, I love it!" I told her.  I really did!  Why did a
beautiful dress seem so exciting to me?  More of Angela's doing?  


"I knew you would!  It's a wraparound, see?  It opens with one tug
on this satin bow, and then these snaps.  You can shrug it off any
time, and let your gentleman friends see everything underneath!"

That brought me back to reality.  "Becky," I said.  "Won't that be
a problem?  I mean they'll see my penis and ... my other things! 
Shouldn't I be wearing some kind of panty girdle to hold me in?"

"That won't be necessary tonight, sweetheart.  Your date tonight
won't mind at all that you're not altogether a girl.  I've already
asked him.  Your male things are so small he really won't care."

She smiled at me -- she meant encouragement, not insult!  "The fact
that you're a virgin will be most on his mind.  And there you've
lucked out.  You'll be dating the most considerate lover I know, an
expert at deflowering virginal backsides.  The man who did my rear
for the first time two years ago.  That'll be something we can
share afterward, I'll bet.  Something we'll still be giggling about
together when we're old and gray.  How we lost our virginity to the
same man!"

This sounded reassuring.  We were now each of us wearing the
laciest, flimsiest-looking bras I'd ever seen, and stockings and
garter belts, with panties on the outside, and then on top of these
we were wearing short, frothy slips.  That reminded me.  "Becky,"
I asked her.  "Why did I feel so delighted with that dress?  My
heart really leaped up when you showed it to me!  Did Angela and
her assistants condition me to feel that way?  To love dressing up
to look beautiful?  The way women do?"

"Oh, darling do you feel that way too?  I imagine she did, then. 
You'll come by it naturally soon enough!  But now it's time for our
make-up, honey. Should I lie back, or just sit here with my face
up?"

"Where you are is fine," I replied.  I began to worry.  "Have I
been conditioned to feel other things too that I don't know about
yet?"  I really did love that dress, and couldn't explain it!  I
picked up a sponge and some skin toner and started to wipe it
gently onto Becky's lovely face.  My beautiful wife, I was
thinking.  It's so satisfying to help her look even more beautiful
than she is.  She'll charm that date of hers and he'll go mad with
delight and fuck her silly.  She'll love it!  Maybe I should
continue with that Beautician course and learn something about
hairdressing too?  And nails?  Then I can send her on her dates
with a kiss looking really gorgeous.

"I'm sure you're conditioned in all sorts of ways, baby," Becky
said vaguely.  "Angela has this sense of propriety -- she likes
women to feel like women when they look like women.  So of course
you feel like a woman."  She leaned back slightly and closed her
eyes, looking pleased, as I spread pale beige foundation on her
clear complexion.  I was thinking contentedly that some man would
soon be kissing this very cheek, making love to my darling.  I felt
privileged to be a part in it.   

That's an odd thought for a husband, I suddenly realized.  Here I
am, preparing my wife for a date with another man.  To be fucked by
another man, not by me.  Yet it feels so natural, given our present
situation.  So satisfying.  I can't really be jealous, I was
thinking, given everything I now know about Becky, and everything
I've agreed to do.  And anyhow, she can't betray me with another
man.  There isn't an "other" man any more.  Because I'm not a man
at all now, I realized!  I'm Teena.  

I began wondering about the man she'd arranged for me.  "Do I
already know my date?" I asked casually, meanwhile stroking and
blending three other shades of foundation onto her face, from her
forehead down to below her throat.

"Mmmmmm," Becky replied affirmatively, her eyes closed, enjoying
the soft makeup sponge gently wiping her skin.  I patted on face
powder and brushed off the excess.  She obviously loved feeling
pampered!  And I loved it that she loved it!

"Who?"  Now it was time to begin her eye make-up.  We had the same
eye and hair colors and skin tones, I realized.  We'd be able to
borrow from each other.  I spotted on her make-up table the several
vials of eye-shadow I'd need, and I reached for one.

"Feeling a little apprehensive, sweetheart?  Feeling excited?  A
little schoolgirlish?  Because this is your first real date?  And
tonight's the night?  You'll be fine, don't worry.  He'll love
you!"

"But who, Becky?" I asked again.  

"Kevin, honey," she replied.  She opened her eyes a bit to watch
how I'd respond.  My hand shook.  I picked up a vial of eye-shadow
and opened it, then picked up an applicator wand.
  
"Oh?" was all I could get past my throat.  It had seized up.

"Tonight, my darling Teena, is your grand opening.  You'll suck on
that mammoth cock of his and swallow his cum from the source, and
then you'll entertain that same cock with your backside, doing
whatever comes naturally to you until he squirts thick goop into
you there too.  Tonight you'll be doubly baptised.  And you'll have
some real orgasms from a real cock, I guarantee!  Tonight you'll
become a woman." 

"Kevin does men?" was all I could say.  Now I was blending my
darling's blush onto her cheekbones.  And just under them faintly,
stroking toward her ears, as I'd been taught.  She looked fabulous! 
But the idea of kneeling in front of Kevin's crotch, my arch-rival,
the man who'd cuckolded me, the idea of offering him my naked ass
in thanks for fucking my wife, that was utterly repellent!  I
suddenly set down my cosmetic brush.  "Becky, I can't do it!  Not
Kevin!  I can't submit to Kevin!  We've been enemies for too long!"

"Is that the man in you talking?  Is that Tim I'm hearing?" 
Becky's voice sounded slightly tighter, but she didn't stir at all,
nor change expression.  It was as if she'd expected a rebellion of
some sort.  She still held her face up to my eyebrow pencil,
altogether at her ease.

"No, Becky, I'm Teena!  Teena!  I'm Teena because of him, because
of what he did to me!  He's been trying to screw me for years!  You
tell me he's been screwing you and mocking me for years!  He
brought me to that House of Masks too drunk to stand up, and he set
me up so you'd punish me!  How can I forgive him and suck him and
fuck him?"

"Forgive him?  You should thank him for what he's done!  Are you
being punished?  Look at your pretty lingerie, and that dress! 
Teena honey, do you think it's all submission when a woman fucks? 
Do you think that women offer themselves when they have sex with
men?  That it's all give and no take?  Not at all!  Getting fucked
by someone like Kevin is a privilege!  It's mostly getting, not
giving!  

"Getting what?  The very idea's humiliating!"

"Oh, Teena, you do sound just like Tim!  But Kevin won't be fucking
Tim, he'l be fucking Teena!  Teena's a girl, remember?"

She recovered her calm and breathed more easily.  "Shouldn't you be
doing my lips now, honey?  Well, first let me explain.  Baby doll,
Kevin has the best cock I've ever seen, and he uses it like a
virtuoso.  I want you to have only the best!  Before we cut him
down to size, I want you to know what it's like!   Kevin is the
memory I want you to have when you wake up tomorrow as Tim!  He was
the first man I slept with after my marriage to you, and I want him
to be yours too!  Because any girl who's fucked by Kevin is a girl
for life, she knows there's no greater joy!  And I know he's eager
to do you, he's said so often enough!  He's looking forward to it
in fact!  'Just bring on that little faggot, get him so he looks
like a girl, and I'll show him what a real man's dick can do!' --
that's what he once said."  

I cringed a little inside.  

"He thinks he can fuck you so roundly and embarrass you so
thoroughly that you'll quit the business and leave your clients to
him!  He even wants me to take pictures when he fucks your ass and
you suck his cock, so he can put them up on the office bulletin
board and shame you into resigning.  And I mean to do that!  I've
already got spare rolls of film in my purse!"

"Becky, why!?"  I was appalled!

"You'll see!  He'll be trying to humiliate you, but he won't
succeed, because you'll love every inch of what he does to you, so
you won't mind it if he wants to expose himself as a blackmailer to
the office staff.  There's no way he can blackmail you by showing
the world that he's fucked you, Teena!  What will it matter to you? 
What can he prove?  That you're the girl you know you are?  He can
only offend everyone's modesty by attempting it!  You're already
too much the wrong kind of woman to be embarrassed by him, Teena. 
Trust me on that!"

I had to trust her.  Becky had obviously figured all this out for
some time now.  I wondered how long.  Still, I was curious as I
started work on her lips.  "'Before we cut him down to size,' is
that what you said?" I asked her.  "You mean cut his cock down to
size somehow?  Or his spirit?  Do you mean to send him to Key West
with his buddy?"

She lifted up her face.  Her eyes were now darkly, subtly shadowed,
huge, utterly ravishing, and delightedly shining!  "Oh, honey, no,
Ellen and I went over all the possibilities.  We don't want him to
leave town.  And we mean to break only his spirit, his
self-confidence.  That prick he's attached to is much too valuable
to risk -- if we damaged it too many women would never forgive us! 
He's a living dildo, we all agree about that, but we all also agree
that he's got way too much of a mind of his own.  He's way too
cocky!"  

She smiled at her little joke, and was silent for a moment while I
painted deep red on her lips, and then glossed it so the red would
stay bright no matter how many lips she kissed or cocks she sucked. 
"There!" I said finally.  She was perfect!  

She stood up, and said "Thank you sweetheart!" so demurely that I
melted for joy, and then she kissed my cheek.  Her lips had so
smooth, so delicate a touch!  That moment was precious!  

Then still glowing from that kiss, I sat down and began to work
deftly, quickly on my own face.  I realized I'd felt naked ever
since I'd left the Clinic with my make-up scrubbed off.  I wanted
to look my best, my make-up instructor had instilled that in me. 
 From now on I could do just that!   I decided that from now on I'd
never be without some make-up on, always at least a little mascara
and lipstick, at least enough to look fit to be seen.

Becky watched me, admiring my speed.  "What we want with Kevin is
to make him more dependent, more controllable.  So now and then
when we want he'll let us tie him to a bed at the House of Masks
and -- say -- let Ellen do to him what I did to you.  Or ask all
the masked women to bring him their juicy quims at the end of a
long night and sit on his face and let him lick and suck them out
before they go back home to their husbands and boyfriends.  A
special treat for them, and for him too once he learns that a
gentleman should feel honored when a lady asks for his assistance. 
Or maybe we'll rent him out.  In the end we'll want to take his
manhood from him.  Not the way I've taken yours from you, of
course. We'll want to leave him enough to function with." 

end 7/9
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