Feminization

“You look perfect.”

I bit my finger hard, looking at them. My man, my woman, my lover. Could they be any more sexy? They looked like the woman of many a man’s dreams. They, or should I now think of them as she would fool plenty of people tonight because this time, I wasn’t going to let her stay in and hide. 

I want to show her off, Will thought. I want to see men, oh particularly big black men, eyeing her, lusting for her. What a surprise they’d get! But I know they wouldn’t care. My man, my woman, my lover they, ha! She will be a perfect slut for anyone. And dressed like that, she’s halfway to being a slut already!

“Thank you, Sir,” Brian said to me. “Do I look beautiful?”

“Yes, of course, you do,” and I kissed her on the top of her head, my hand in her hair. “Sit down; I want to finish your make-up.”

The lips needed to be a stronger red, and Brian’s eyes wanted to be still more striking. My years of dutifully wearing makeup, trying to be a lady, a proper girl, so my mother wasn’t embarrassed by her ‘Tomboy’ had not been wasted entirely. I didn’t want to know how to enhance cheekbones and uplift them with eye shadow, but in the end, I knew everything from girls’ birthday parties to shopping for prom dresses and tight skirts for my first day at work.

Then I moved to the city, and I would never be her again. Always me from then on. Always Will never again a ‘Wilma.’

Then I met Brian, my adorable Biggie, so sweet, so submissive. How I love their submissiveness, their eagerness to please.

“You look astounding,” I said, “Like a supermodel. Everyone will love you.”

“Are we going out tonight?”

“Yes, we can’t waste that dress.”

“Yes, Sir. Are we going to Bar Fever again?”

That’s where I take her sometimes. It can be hard for her to go out the way I dress her, but she fits right in at Bar Fever.

“No, my sweetie, no, not tonight.”

“No?” I could see a slight panic in her eyes.

“We should go somewhere else. Somewhere where the men will appreciate your beauty even more than at Fever.”

“Yes, of course,” Brian said, still looking at themselves in the mirror. She really was sexy; I could easily have ripped off that dress and fucked her right away. I felt a raw lust looking at my little lady, eager to satisfy me. But I resisted. Later, later for sure, I’d be so much more turned on by that time, too. With what I have planned.

“Where should we go?” I asked her.

She began to list all the gay clubs she could think of in the city. I said no to them all. She then tried to give me LGBTQ+ friendly restaurants and wine bars, hippie places with live music where everyone felt different. I waved away every suggestion. Then she began on theatres and cinemas and drive through fast food places. This made me laugh.

“No! My silly little sub. That’s not it at all. I don’t want to take you to any of those places. I want to really show you off. I want everyone to see what a woman you really are. Deep down, you aren’t a man or anything else but a damned sexy love to be lusted after woman. And I know exactly where we can go to get you that.”

Brian knew better than to question me, though I knew this would make them uncomfortable. However, what we were about to do, the adventure we were going to go on, had to start with a risk, and today was that first step.

“Now, let’s see your wiggle.”

And she began to walk up and down our lounge, wiggling her little ass like she was Marylyn Monroe.

“Pout!” and she did, blowing me a kiss and looking like a gorgeous glammed-up thing from MyFans. Not quite the hypersexualized lips, boobs, and ass you see on there, but one day I would get her to that. I could dress her in any way I liked, and she’d still say yes, sir.

“Supermodel!” This was my favorite. Now she catwalked and threw poses and growled at imaginary cameras, throwing her hair, her blonde, convincing wig, back over her shoulder and giving it plenty of attitude.

“Now come and sit on my lap,” she did, and I held her for a moment, kissing the top of her head. “Now you need to know what we are going to do tonight is for your own good. You’ll enjoy it, I promise, even if it’s a little scary. We’re going to a sports bar to watch a game.”

Brian hid her head against my chest, and I stroked her arm lovingly. “I know, I know, all those straight masculine men, pretending they like only petite blonds and would hate to be seen with anything else. Well, tonight, that’s what you are. And believe me, they won’t care what else you are when you start doing things with a hard dick. There’s nothing to be scared of.

“Go and get ready; we don’t want to miss a thing.” And so she moved and went to get her handbag and check herself again in the mirror. I went to wait by the front door, picturing how it would go.

Would any of the men even realize she wasn’t quite what they might expect? Well, plenty would look at her, I’m sure. Maybe a black man; I know how much she likes her black men. And maybe he’ll have a big cock. And fingers crossed, Brian will find out. Perhaps we both will. Maybe later down an alley or even back here, my little Biggie will feel the full force of that black cock going in and up and deep into her ass, her makeup ruined, her wonderful dress ripped, but a happy, satisfied smile on her face.

Then tomorrow, they can go back to being themselves, but our adventure will have started, and there’ll be no real going back, and oh, hell, I might need to go and take my pretty baby right now!

So, I abandon waiting at the front door and headed upstairs to intercept my lover. I’m sure we can miss a few minutes of the game!