Katy, Now With A Female Figure

Katy, Now With A Female Figure

My gorgeous wife came prancing in from a day of shopping, way too many bags in her hands. The charge cards are getting hit hard again, I am sure. She dropped them on the floor and made a beeline for me. I backed off a step or two. Whenever she does this, it is not a good sign. Probably wants me to do something for her —at least that is her usual reason for buttering me up.

I got pushed back into a chair, and she plopped her derriere on my lap. Now I was worried whatever she wants, this is major, pulling out all the big guns to make her attack. I leaned as far back in the chair as possible to keep some distance between us, but she just leaned closer and kissed me on the lips. It was not a casual kiss; I am sure smoke was coming out of me. I know I felt like my whole body was smoldering.

I took a deep breath and decided to see if I could put an end to this before it went on all night. "All right, spill the beans, what do you want me to do that is totally against anything that I might even consider doing in this century?"

I got a big smile from her. She has already got her foot in the door. Now all she needs to do is close the deal.

"I am sure you remember Ronnie, the one with the lingerie store near the mall. Well, she needs a favor from you. We have been best friends for years, and now she is branching out into a new line of men's clothing— something sexy and wicked. She has invited some of our friends to a special lingerie party, and, of course, we are invited. Just think you will be among twenty gorgeous females, all in brief and sexy lingerie."

At least, that is the version of the story I was told on this particular evening.

I do remember Ronnie, the most wicked female on this earth. If it involves sex, any type, she knows about it or wrote the book about it.

Ronnie and my wife are indeed friends; we have exchanged dinner invites over the years, and her presence guarantees a lively, erotic, and enjoyable get-together. If she thinks it, she soon verbalizes it, with no hesitation whatsoever.

What Ronnie wanted me there for worried me, but being around Caroline's friends was winning the debate for now. Without exception, there was no finer-looking group of females anywhere. I was forbidden to touch, but my wife did allow me to look. Of course, she was by my side all the time, making sure only my eyes were involved in this appreciation of her friend's fantastic figures and unexcelled beauty.

Instead of just flatly telling her no, I wavered, wich she took as total approval of her proposal. I was told the date and time so that I could make sure to be available. It was scheduled for later in the week, at five P.M. That was a little early for a party; most of the parties Caroline had attended in the past were scheduled for seven or eight P.M.

Yes, she has been to other lingerie parties, and from what I see afterwards, she has had quite a bit of fun. Rowdy but sexy would be a good description of her actions after she returns from one of these parties. Ronnie had been involved in more than one of these parties, so I was wary of her being involved in this one. The things she showed me in the past that she bought guaranteed to liven many a night in our bedroom.

The subject got dropped, I did receive a romantic evening, most of my wishes seemed to be seen to by my lovely wife. The next couple of days went without anything unusual happening, although the romantic evenings continued. I managed to get most of my work caught up, so that in case things turned out worse than I expected, I would have a couple of days to recoup.

I provided consulting to small businesses, primarily focused on inventory levels and sound purchasing decisions. Over the years, I have built the company; now it is my only source of income. My job before starting my business was finally done away with, a little over a year ago.

On the day of the party, Caroline was extra attentive, making sure anything I wanted was given to me. My favorite part of lunch was even a communal shower as we got ready to go to the party. Afterward, I actually had to stand under some cold water to get certain things to behave themselves. I dressed in some Dockers, my preferred mode of attire, along with a nice sweater. Caroline vetoed the sweater for some reason and handed me one of my old polo shirts instead.

She drove us to Ronnie's store, parked around back, and knocked on the door. Ronnie let us in, hugging Caroline and appraising my body as she showed us in. It was one of those careful inspections of every inch of my body, even walking behind me to appraise my ass. That unnerved me even more.

We sat in her office and chit-chatted some, mainly the two girls talking about who was coming to the party. Then Ronnie grabbed my hand and led me to a frame at the back of her store. It was situated at one end of her storeroom, the room now cleared of any merchandise with some chairs stacked against the far wall. She explained that she wanted me to hold the top of the frame while she adjusted it to size.

She cautioned me that it was still a little wobbly, so I needed to steady it as she made the adjustments. It was shaky, so I held on to it as she made adjustments to the legs and supports. Maybe that was what she wanted me for, to help her get everything set up. I closed my eyes for a minute. Her outfit was very provocative. Her breasts were almost to escape her clothing as she had her hands above her head quite often, her nipples trying to peek over the neckline of her dress.

Believe me, my eyes were riveted to their possible escape. I tried to think pure thoughts, but I could feel Junior twitching a little already. Ronnie stood on a step stool, adjusting the top of the frame, her breasts now eye level or above and only inches away from my face as she leaned closer to reach part of the frame.

I squinted hard, trying to keep my eyes closed. This was pure torture. The last peek showed a part of her nipple about to escape her bra, as she was stretching to reach that part of the frame. If it made it that far, it would have no problem escaping the neckline of the blouse she wore.

I heard her ask Caroline for something, then she grabbed hold of my wrists. I thought she was about to fall, so I tried to remove my wrists from the bar, only to find them firmly attached to said bar. Caroline was suddenly playing with my clothes as they were unbuttoned and slid down my body. The shirt could not be removed since my wrists were secured to the bar, so a pair of scissors was used and it was cut off me. Now I knew why my sweater was vetoed earlier.

My boxers were next, as I started to vocalize my opinion on their removal. Meanwhile, Ronnie had gotten down from the step ladder, her task accomplished. From behind my head, a pair of hands shoved something in my mouth, and it was promptly secured behind my head.

I whimpered, screamed, anything I could do to make my distaste known of what was happening to me, but only muffled sounds escaped from my mouth. I even tried stomping my feet, like a child when they weren't getting their way. Needless to say, I did not get my way, now naked, gagged, and still attached to that damn frame.

Caroline moved in front of me, smiled, and started to rub my erection. I instantly turned red. In front of Ronnie, this isn't very comfortable, but despite the circumstances, it's an instant turn-on. Caroline was slow and methodical with her rubbing, getting me so hard. This was kept up for quite some time, bringing me right to the edge and then slowly caressing until I was frustrated but not about to come. After the fifth or sixth time, Caroline came around to face me and held my head in her hands.

She told me to remain quiet; she had some questions to ask me requiring an answer. I nodded my head in agreement, and she released the gag, but left it hanging around my neck. I'm sure it was on purpose a reminder to behave or to have the gag replaced.

"Now what I want is for your approval to have your body hair removed. It is to be done with a cream, and will be permanent."

I started to say something, but a finger on my lips reminded me of my predicament.

"I love you, always have, but the hair on your body I can do without. So I am asking for you to allow me to remove all of it below your eyebrows. What we have in mind tonight will work better with your hairless, but it is and will remain your decision."

My face scrunched up. Gawd, can this get any more involved? In a weak moment, I nodded my head, telling her to go ahead. She insisted that I verbalize my agreement, which was necessary before they would go ahead.

"Yes, I want my body hair removed permanently."

I was ready to ask for something more involving my male organ, but a finger once again reminded me that the question had not been asked yet.

"Now, Ronnie is going to do a little presentation tonight for the other ladies. It involves you and certain pieces of female clothing. I want you to experience it, keeping an open mind. The rewards afterward should be sufficient for you, all administered by me personally. Other than what I have said, it will be better if you go into this not knowing exactly what is going to happen."

"It will help you portray the emotions we would like to have while the presentation is going on. No need for acting, your actions will be real and honest. I need approval for future actions; otherwise, I will release you, and you can go back home. I love you and want you to experience this, but only if you can trust me?"

I nodded my head again, but like last time, I had to say the words to satisfy her.

"Yes, please use me and abuse me, for I do love you and trust you." Then in a whisper," I think."

The phrase use me and abuse me was often said to each other, something that one of us read in some book at one time or another. My gag was replaced after a toe-curling kiss, lots of tongue as she manipulated my rock-hard organ to the point of no return. The gag was in place before all of the moaning and screaming occurred. That is my moaning and screaming.

Meanwhile, Ronnie was spreading cream all over my body, everywhere but on my male appendage. That was Caroline’s area of expertise. Needless to say, I lost the battle fairly quickly, coming in huge spurts on the towel Caroline held around my organ. After the release, I hung my head down, so ashamed of my actions, doubly so being watched by Ronnie as Caroline emptied my male appendage of its sperm.
After fifteen minutes, more towels were brought in and the cream was wiped off, leaving my skin smooth and hair-free. Then the two set up for the party, leaving me there naked and hairless. Back and forth, setting up the goodies and extra chairs so everyone would have a front row seat. A front row seat with me as the main attraction. There wasn’t much I could do; my wrists were firmly attached to the top of the once wobbly frame, now suddenly unmoving and quite rigid.
I felt hands on me as they moved around, setting up, a few gropes or squeezes to let me know they were still there, and I was their pawn in the upcoming drama soon to unfold. I had no idea why I folded so quickly. None of this was what I had in mind for tonight, especially being hair-free now, much less the taking of my sperm in front of Ronnie. She did watch intently as Caroline saw to my milking, a cute little smile plastered on her face.
Then the ladies started to show up. In groups of two or three, pausing as they came in and moving towards me to see the main attraction. Well, that and to check out the merchandise. More groping and rubbing as if my body could stand any more. Even though a pinch was delivered to my right nipple, I turned to see who did it, but all I saw was a group of giggling females. I am sure I was red, bright red , and any other flamboyant color as I was checked out by these ladies.
With everybody arriving, I was now surrounded by twenty females fully clothed, while I was there naked as the day I was born. Not precisely what Caroline promised me about the party. Ronnie got their attention by getting everyone to take a seat.
I meanwhile tried to think what was coming and why I had caved in so easily. I do love Caroline, the years we have spent together, each one better than the last. I guess this is a natural progression that Caroline has done recently, massaging me to orgasm in front of Ronnie, just the latest in a series of gradually more erotic behaviors.
“Ladies, tonight we have a special presentation. First, we want to thank our volunteer, Ken, for helping us out. Let’s give him a round of applause.”
They all clapped, even a few standing, hooting and hollering. Some volunteer, trapped and held against my will. Well, up until I was forced to enjoy a moment of sheer bliss, no, make that utter humiliation. Okay, both of the above.
“Now, ladies, this class is how to get your significant other into a corset and under your control. On hearing this, I moaned, Caroline walking by and tapping my penis right on the head. That was it for him for a while; he instantly deflated, trying to shrink to nothing.
All of the items we are using tonight are available in the proper size to fit any of your male partners. So let’s get started. Of course, hair removal is essential, since they likely will be encased in the corset for quite some time.
The cream we offer is permanent, preventing hair regrowth for years. It is a product of Turnabout Gurl Salon, a helpful resource as you continue with your significant other’s feminization. Whether feminized or just left in a corset, you will find them much more receptive to your needs, thus leading to a rewarding and satisfying relationship in the future.”
“Now Ken has already had the hair removal treatment, and is permanently hair-free. You will find the male whining at this treatment until he has experienced what it is like to feel every touch of her lover’s caress. I am using the feminine pronoun because many of the feelings they will experience are those of a normal female.
Now the next step is to secure his organ so that he has to sit to urinate. This is done with a special garment with a pocket that holds his penis back between his legs. Thus, when he needs to pee, he will have to sit as a female does. Think of all the mess that this will stop, not having to clean the toilet seat daily.”
“The garment is available with hip padding like this one that Ken has chosen for his inaugural trip into the female genital world. It has the normal female slit, of course, hair-free, as befits a modern woman. The two puffy lips invite attention and offer a gateway into something wonderful and moist. The garment is slid up her legs, and then her large clit is slid into the pocket, as Caroline is showing, a tight fit by the way. A cream will make this job go so much easier, also making the subject excited, thus helping to ensure a smooth, wrinkle-free fit.”
“Then the garment is pulled up to the waist, smoothing out any wrinkles as you go. The tube lies between her cheeks, pulling her appendage back between her legs tightly. In most cases, the balls pop back into their original pockets as the garment is pulled into place. This makes for an even smoother flat front.
You will notice that the color matches the skin tone, giving the impression that the vulva is real. You should start referring to it as a vulva, an important aspect to drive home the nature of their anatomy change.”
As all of this is happening, I am frantically trying to get my hands loose. I know Caroline has explained some of this, but what Ronnie is saying is very worrying. Even though Caroline getting my penis into the sleeve almost made me come again, I am still worried about Ronnie’s words. I hang there limp, everything seems unescapable, so I succumb to my fate.
I am listening to Ronnie’s spiel, wondering if this is all a joke or if she is selling these items to her friends so that they can subjugate their husbands like they are doing to me. It feels real, as if they are actually doing this to me, not as a simple demonstration, but something that will last far longer than I have in mind.
“Next comes the actual corset. We have selected pink for our model, a favorite color of this volunteer. The corset fits from the upper thigh to just below the breasts, ending in half cups to support the new breasts. This allows for the use of the bathroom and the development of a natural-looking pair of breasts.

The corset hooks in front; once hooked, it takes a special tool to undo the stainless steel busk. The one you purchase needs to be just big enough to slip over the waist with the laces undone. If it is tighter like this one was, even better. Once the busk is fastened, there is no taking off of the garment unless you desire it to be removed and you possess the special tool.”
“The laces are then snugged in back, making any final adjustments to the position of the corset. Before you start tightening, reach into the half cup of the corset, grab any extra skin on the chest, and pull it up. Tighten the corset a bit more, then pull up the excess skin once again. This is the start of her natural-looking breasts.”
“The tightening of the corset needs to be done in stages, taking up all the slack, then stopping for fifteen to twenty minutes. This allows the person encased in the corset to get used to the constant restriction it imposes. Of course, towards the end, it might be necessary to add a foot in the back to make sure the laces are tightened to the max.

That is also the reason for the corset frame; although a door frame in the house can be utilized just as well, the wrists are secured over the top of the door. Just not as pleasingly aesthetic-looking as the corset-tightening frame. With the body stretched out, the corset can be tightened, ensuring a more attractive female figure.”
Now we are ready for some accessories to make the person wearing the corset feel more secure and cared for. This particular strap attaches at the front of the corset, then passes through the legs and is secured to the bottom back edge of the corset. It locks in place, requiring the wearer to ask for permission to use the bathroom for any purpose. This is particularly useful in making the wearer more aware of your needs, before she can handle her own basic bodily functions.

As you have watched Caroline do the activities described, she is constantly rubbing the groin, the newly pushed-up breasts, and the padded behind. All of these areas are especially sensitive now, thus keeping the subject confused and docile.”
I listened to all of this, moaning and groaning as the corset was tightened and the strap was pulled up between my legs and locked. I could hardly breathe; the breaths I managed were shallow and short. I was surprised when my wrists were released, then realized that I could barely stand, much less affect anything further that might be done to me.
As my weight settled down onto my legs, I felt my stretched-out tissue trying to find somewhere to go. Its previous home had been taken away by the corset. I did notice my breasts seemed fuller now, bubbling out of the half cups of the corset. It appeared my bottom also swelled some, but I could not see it due to the unyielding grasp of the corset.
It was now almost impossible to even turn my body to see my new hips and ass. I guess with nowhere to go, my breasts and butt are the only two places available for the excess tissue.
My gag was removed, but that changed nothing except allowing me to take a bigger breath. After some feeling returned to my arms, I ran my hands over the corset, marveling at my new figure. No longer straight up and down, I now had curves, lots of them.
Although I had a lot to say, I didn’t feel like saying anything; my new status left me unsure and very insecure. I kept remembering what Caroline told me, but being encased in the corset and the strap covering up everything below cast some doubt on her earlier words.
So I just stood there waiting for whatever came next. Some extra sheer stockings were smoothed up my legs and attached to garters hanging down from the corset. The feelings that they caused as they were pulled up my legs nearly caused another accident.
Then I realized that junior could no longer get erect, trapped in the tube, and the crotch strap was tightly holding down any possible erection. It was so tight down there, I doubt if even a twitch could occur.

Heels were slipped on my feet, and the ankle straps were secured tightly. I heard clicks, presuming that they were now locked on my feet. Maybe a moot point, since I doubt I could lean over far enough to reach the strap in the first place to see to their removal.
Another set of cuffs fastened around my thighs with a short elastic rope connecting the two. That limited my ability to take many steps; now, only short steps are possible. One more set of cuffs, this time above my elbows, with a similar cord hooking the two together, this time in front of me.
Now my arms were forced in front of my body; any attempt to move an arm behind my back was impossible. I could still do some things, but I had lost the whole movement of my arms; now, only simple tasks directly in front of me were possible.
I realized that I was pretty much a captive of my clothing, short steps, limited arm movements, not able to bend over, and now having to ask to do normal bodily functions. Yep, whatever anybody requested of me, I had to do or face the repercussions. I didn’t even want to think of all the things that could go wrong.
That ended the demonstration to her assembled guests, so everyone enjoyed the treats and refreshments. At the same time, I stood there, barely able to move, much less eat. The corset was so tight that I doubt there was even room for a cracker in my stomach. I didn’t even want to think of drinking anything and having to ask someone to let me use the bathroom.
Nope, not ready for that. I held a little hope that, when the party was over, I might be released, but it was tempered by the thought that my wife and her best friend might have even more nefarious plans for me.
I got checked out often, so I just made myself available to be prodded, groped, and even pinched. My breasts, in particular, were the targets most often. Since all of these females have their own sets, I could not fathom why they wanted to play with mine so much.
Ronnie ran up a lot of sales, boxes and boxes of garments and accessories were loaded into their cars. At least I managed to get out of helping, presumably because of how I was dressed. I could see myself with a couple of boxes, naked except for the corset, helping the ladies get their purchases into their cars, a small consolation of sorts.
Eventually, everybody left, leaving my two mistresses and their plaything there alone. For some reason mistress just seemed appropriate as a description for them. I somehow tried to justify things as if I was their plaything, there for their amusement.
I was commanded to help them clean up; the only help I could manage was picking up cups and plates. Ones on the floor, I had to have help with, as I could not reach them. We got the place somewhat like it was before the demo. After an hour of work, the place looked pretty good, so Ronnie went to add up the things she sold, while Caroline was placed in charge of the plaything, me.
I was seated in a chair in the corner, and she promptly sat on me, guaranteeing that I would not wander off. My back was ramrod straight, the corset making that the only way I could sit. With the heels and the thigh bands, I doubted I could have gotten far or done much if I could get loose.
I debated asking her several times whether I was to be released tonight. Still, I decided that the answer to that question was better left unknown. We heard Ronnie squeal. I take it her sales were more than she anticipated.
Ten minutes later, she emerged from her office, taking Caroline’s place on my lap. I was deep throated while her hands found my already sore nipples and made them even more tender and painful. Caroline watched from the side, clearing her throat when she thought I was enjoying it more than I should.
Then Ronnie got up and the two of them walked out into the store, giggling and whispering back and forth. I groaned, not wanting to know what they were cooking up. They waltzed back with several outfits for me. Dresses, but not for a public setting. I had to try them all on; the sexiest was deemed the appropriate attire for my trip home. That answered my question about whether I was to be released soon.
I let out a big sigh, my desperate wish apparently not in the cards. I didn’t want to think about anything further, afraid of being severely disappointed. Caroline eventually got me home, and the dress I was put into was more like a fancy nightie. Layers and layers of silky material flowed from my shoulders, ending just above my knees. My elbow cuffs were replaced after the nightie slid over my head, making it impossible to remove, even if I could get it up.
To make matters worse, Caroline parked in the driveway, not the garage, making my trip from the car to the house right out where people could see me. I am sure Ms. Kravitz next door was glued to her kitchen window, watching me in heels and a nightie try to get into the house as quickly as possible.
Once in the house, Caroline led me to the bedroom. She undressed and lay on the bed, her legs spread apart so that her sex was in plain sight. I had a pretty good idea now what she expected of me.
I moved to the bed and awkwardly knelt next to her. I leaned over and had to catch myself before I fell right on top of her. My hands were limited in movement, but I did manage to support myself a little so that I could bring her pleasure. I had many layers of the nightie to contend with, which also didn't make things any easier. I have seen to her orally several times, just not her usual preference, most evenings.
I knew I had to excel; otherwise, I might be stuck like this forever. I started off slow, running my tongue over her already puffy lips, darting into her slit on occasion. I could hear her moan when I did that, me in a corset and packed away, must be turning her on way before she settled onto the bed.
I continued this attack for quite some time, Caroline trying to move my head in closer and make me tongue her deeper. She was close, but I wanted some revenge for being locked away and so very uncomfortable. My tongue was getting sore, but I had her writhing and twisting every way she could, trying to get me to finish her off. At one point, her back was a foot off the bed, trying to get my tongue into her pussy.
Holding myself up trussed up the way I was is very stressful, so I gave up my delay tactics, plunged my tongue deep inside her pussy, while using my one free hand to manipulate her right nipple. It worked her juices spraying me in the face as I lost my balance and fell on top of her. I was exhausted, worn out, frazzled, and pooped, all of the above and more.
Then the unthinkable happened: I suddenly had to pee. I looked at Caroline, and she still had that glazed-over expression on her face. I quickly pleaded with her; it was like I had to pee right at this moment. The corset was exerting significant pressure on my kidneys. I tried to get up, finally managing to get on my feet and heading to the bathroom. I looked back at her, telling her I had to go, really badly, please hurry.
She meandered along, eventually reaching a place where she could unlock me. Then the bitch had the nerve to ask me if I really had to go that bad. I swore at her, but she just waved the key in front of me, and I quickly calmed down.
"Let's see what you can promise me that will encourage me to unlock you sometime this evening."

I was already doing the two-step, desperately trying to keep it from flowing. I knew if a drop escaped, it would start a flood. In my weakened state, I promised her anything. Unlock me, please. Her following sentence surprised me.
"Repeat after me. Please keep me in chastity and in women's clothes for the rest of my life, which includes makeup and a feminine hairdo. I am to be released only when you want my services and then only for an hour. That will make me so happy to be able to please you for the rest of my life."
I looked up, and she had her phone out, recording me as I said those words. I was repeating her words right as she told them. I so desperately need to use the bathroom that I would agree to anything at this stage. I had to bend over slightly as she unlocked the crotch strap and removed it from the corset.
I forgot for a minute that I had to sit down, but quickly got myself appropriately situated. Even though I had to go bad, it took me a few moments to relax my muscles and let the flow come out. It was messy, spraying everywhere, including the toilet bowl.
Junior was not free; instead, in the sleeve, making the pee travel that extra distance coming out in a most feminine way, just not what I was used to. I was given some toilet paper and told how to wipe; my blush at having to do something so feminine made me feel uncomfortable. The strap was promptly replaced and locked, now a captive to her wishes and desires once again.
I then realized how vulnerable I was when I had to beg to be unlocked. She controlled all the cards then, and I was subject to every whim and desire she ever had. That night, the dynamics in our house changed. I now did as I was told, no more suggesting anything in place of what she wanted.
After she slipped off into dreamland, I just lay there wandering about the changes and if I could live with them. I was uncomfortable; that was a given. But for some reason, it was also a big turn on. Having no control over my life is welcome; too many years of having to make hard decisions to make ends meet.
had enough money stashed away that we would not have to lower our standard of living. If I was to be mainly outfitted in a corset, think of all the money I would save in clothes. I ended up getting a headache, way too deep a thought for a weekend evening. Tomorrow, more will be revealed.
my eyes opened the next morning, I saw Caroline staring at me, her face only inches from mine. I started to say something, but was soon kissed most passionately. After she eased off, I had no idea what I was going to say.
mind was pure goo, not a thought or even a word housed therein. I was helped up, then into the bathroom. She bent me over and removed the strap between my legs. I breathed a sigh of relief till I felt something hard at my rear entrance.
feared the worst, but it turned out to be an enema nozzle. Before I could gather my wits, she pushed it all the way in and released the valve. I was suddenly filled with a warm, fragrant fluid. I do mean filled, the sensation of liquid flowing into me was soon replaced with cramps as the liquid filled every space in my colon and stomach. I tried to twist around to relieve the cramps, but the corset prevented that quite easily.
danced around again, trying to escape her grip and get to the toilet. I was finally allowed to sit down and release the fluid; it seemed my whole insides were flowing out of my rear end. After everything made its way out, she appeared with another bag and had me bend over. I knew better than to resist; maybe this one won't be so bad. It turned out to be just a rinse: fluid in, then a minute later allowed to escape.
saw her approaching again with something in her hand, but I just closed my eyes; if I can't see it, then it can't be there. She held something to my sphincter and then pushed it in with one deft push. The enema had loosened up my rear entrance, so it went in easily.intruder's size, though, made quite an impression on me. Way bigger than I was comfortable with. My mouth opened wide, but nothing came out. My sphincter formed back around something smaller. I had a pretty good idea that I now had a butt plug placed up my rear. After a few minutes, it settled in some; I could feel it, but it was not that uncomfortable.
I wondered how many more little surprises would appear in the next few days, but also realized that there was nothing I could do about it. If that was all the surprises that morning; the strap between my legs was placed back on and locked again. Now the butt plug was securely in place and would stay there until my wife wanted it removed. In a way, I was thankful for the enema; now I only had to beg to pee when the time came.
Back in the bedroom, as I looked around for some clothes, I saw a dress hanging over the back of the chair. I hoped it was not for me, but since Caroline seldom wore dresses, the likelihood of it being for her was faint.
Sure enough, it was for me, and after I was doused in a very heavily scented powder, it was lowered over my shoulders. The dress had two thin straps over the shoulders, a very fitted bodice, and then flared out to a fairly full skirt. Caroline zipped it up, and then I was again fitted with my knee strap and the one at my elbows.

I realized I will not be doing much today, trussed up like this, I could walk around and maybe prepare lunch, but that would probably be my limit. Sure enough, that is what she had me doing: practicing in the heels, then standing at the kitchen counter making us some sandwiches.

I decided to see how long my time in corsets might be for, asking the question in as friendly a manner as possible. Now is not the time to aggravate Caroline, since I have managed to keep my situation as stable as possible since yesterday, sans the butt plug. I did not get the answer I expected.

“Well, Ronnie wants me to keep you this way for at least a month, but I have a different thought. Last night was really special. I could get used to that very easily. But I want to be fair to you, so I have decided to let you choose your future. Let me warn you, though: I have some expectations of you, and I need to see those reflected in your thoughts. So take a few moments and think of everything that has happened since yesterday, and then let me know your ideas on what you can do to please me.”

Gee, no pressure here, I am still trussed up, if what I suggest does not please her, I may never get out of this corset. Or if I do get out of the corset, I might be relegated to the guest room for eternity. I didn’t like my choices, but after several years of serving as a husband, I hope I have learned something. The easy way is not always the best way.

Not much thinking was necessary. “I want to be kept in chastity, to be only allowed some pleasure when I have satisfied you appropriately. I love my corset and hope to be able to afford new ones as my figure adjusts. If you feel that I would be a better person if I were feminized, then so be it. I do love you and hope that you feel the same towards me.”

Now that I had said those fateful words, I felt much better. I tried not to think about how what I said would impact me, but the implications were many, and the impact would no doubt affect me greatly, maybe not as I expected, and most likely for longer than I anticipated.

Apparently, that was what Caroline wanted to hear, as I was hugged so hard I thought my new breasts were going to pop out of the half cups. During this time, her tongue was busy, the insides of my mouth and throat thoroughly cleaned and polished. She did have her phone on and was recording my words, although the camera angle might be off some once she heard my first few words.

Surprisingly , I did not feel depressed, committing myself to a life in corsets and feminization. A sense of relief, maybe since the decision had been made, I was now committed to this lifestyle for the future. The corset was indeed uncomfortable, but after the night spent encased in it, the feeling of being gripped and shaped into something more pleasant did have its merits. I imagine the longer I am in it, the more comfortable it will become, as the body adapts to its new limits.

Caroline made a few phone calls. I know one was to Ronnie; I could hear the squealing on the other side of the room. Then, to her salon, when she mentioned Jessica, that confirmed my assumption. I had a feeling that my further steps toward femininity were soon at hand.

About four in the afternoon, Caroline came and dragged me to the front door. I looked at her, then at my body; the corset was the only piece of clothing on me. One jerk and I had my answer, the door locking behind me as she made her way to the car with me in tow.

I was helped into her car and then driven to her salon. There, I was taken to a private room in the back, and several technicians came in to see to my treatments. Lots of compliments on my figure. During the discussion, I found out that most of what Ronnie sold came from their boutique, and Ronnie just got a cut because she bought so many items from them at once.

They decided on a feminine hairdo and semi-permanent makeup until I could learn enough to do my own. I was laid back in the chair, and my hair was washed and conditioned. Then it was set in curlers, and the setting lotion lasted a long time. Under a dryer to cook for a while. Another tech came and worked on my nails, filing them and applying a clear coat of polish.

Once the hair was dry, I was sitting in a salon chair, and she worked on my makeup.. It was applied with precision since it was semi-permanent. According to my tech, it would eventually fade after 3 months; each subsequent application would make it last even longer.
My hairstyle was brushed out, and the image in the mirror was quite feminine. I was helped up. Once my figure came into view, there was no doubt, Ken had ceased to exist. I just stared at the mirror, mesmerized by my image. I waited for Caroline to reappear, sitting in the salon chair and looking at my reflection. I noticed someone standing behind me, a quite attractive and imposing female. She came around to my side and sat in the chair next to mine.

“I am Francine, and I'm glad to finally meet you. Have you decided on a female name yet? Ken just doesn’t suit you?” I put out my hand to shake hers, but she side-stepped my hand and hugged me tenderly. When she sat back down in her chair, a warm smile lit up her face. “So what do I call you?”
I stammered some. The only feminine name I could think of was Kendra. As soon as it left my mouth, she vetoed that possibility. “How about Katy? You look like a Katy, and it has a nice ring to it.” I nodded my head. I now had a feminine name.

“Let’s talk about your predicament. I knew about it before it happened, but I want to hear what you think about it now that you have experienced some of it.” My mouth was open, she reached over and pushed it closed, and waited for a reply.

I looked at her, wondering about her interest in me, then happened to glance at a picture on the wall behind her, the name Francine at the bottom, founder of the Turnabout Girl Salons. I moved my butt a little, trying to get more comfortable in the chair. I didn’t accomplish much.

It all surprised me. At first, even Caroline’s involvement felt hard to accept, and I was resistant to what happened. Now, wearing the corset and subject to others’ wishes, I feel less resistant than before. I hope I can be what she wants. I do love her immensely, but I am still unsure why I am in this position. Though I’m not complaining much, the situation has been interesting so far. Looking ahead, I can imagine many new experiences and sensations in the coming weeks. Francine smiled, then offered a possible reason for Caroline’s participation.

Like many females, married life loses some of its desire as the same things recur each day. Change things up, make someone dependent on you for everything, and life becomes much more interesting. Power is part of it. Although females have more power than they realize, it is seldom acknowledged. Controlling a partner, where every action must be allowed, gives a huge rush of power.

“Now in your marriage, you have done most everything, made the decisions, earned the income for your family, and provided the things that your wife desired. In her eyes, you have had the power; now the dynamics have changed. To even go to the bathroom, you must ask her permission, maybe even doing something humiliating to gain that approval. She now has the power and is relishing in this newfound control over you. I don’t think the love toward you has changed, but now she can show it to you in other ways. By taking care of you, she is exerting her need for power and also showing her love for you.”Life might be a little difficult for you for a couple of months. You will learn to be cared for, and she will learn to tone down her control. Both of you can then be happy in your roles. I am sure it will reach a happy balance. Let’s talk more about you. From what I have been told, you did most everything to provide for your wife during your marriage. Now, being on the receiving end might reveal something you have been missing your whole life. Sure, the corset is pretty much occupying your thoughts, but wait till you get to wear beautiful clothes, get pampered several times a week, and relax as Caroline sees to your needs. If you are still unsure, wait to see if all of this doesn’t push you over to the female side.”“Even so, even someone such as Ronnie cares for you. She came to me and asked me to talk to you so that you would feel it wasn't all one-sided. She and Caroline had planned well. But doubts popped up, as you remained so calm while they trussed you up. They did use you some, but they still had good intentions when they tricked you into being their plaything. Like I said, power can be intoxicating to those not used to wielding it. What you have not yet discovered is the power a beautiful woman has over her lovers. Dressed to the nines, you can make them melt away when they first get a glimpse of you. Even Caroline will turn to goo when you show up in a sexy dress, hair all done up with meticulous makeup, and a fabulous smile on your face. Then you can have her doing things for you, out to eat, maybe a movie, and then home to be ravished. Not bad for a feminized male, huh?” So take the time to explore all of this. If you need to talk, call the salon anytime. I will get back to you as soon as possible. Consider your experience a gift, enjoy it, and more will come. I got hugged as she left, leaving me to my thoughts and what she had mentioned. As I rehashed what she said, it did make sense. I was definitely in the powerless group now, having to beg to even go to the bathroom. Then I thought of what Francine said at the end of our conversation. Maybe that would be a way to get some control of my life back. My mind kicked in, going over ideas and ways to implement those to reverse my position somewhat.

Further planning will have to wait; Caroline is coming in the door to pick me up. Maybe a quick test to see if there's any possibility of making changes. I launched myself at her, covering the distance quickly even in my heels. I grabbed her head in my hands and planted a sensuous kiss on her lips, making a few inroads with my tongue to soften the defenses.

I pressed my body tightly against hers, grinding my groin into hers as hard as I could. I heard Caroline take in a deep breath, and switched my lip attack to her eyes. I rubbed my small breasts against hers, trying to excite her nipples in the process. Another few sharp intakes of breath were proving what Francine told me to be true.

As I was being led from the salon, I saw Francine to the side, giving me a thumbs-up. A bigger smile has never appeared on my face before. I can have lots of fun, and eventually bring the balance between us back to a level I can live with. Now, with a female figure, the possibilities are endless.

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