Date: Sun, 24 Dec 2000 05:03:39 EST
From: Merkino1@aol.com
Subject: Sean to Susan  chapter 2   TG Authoritarian

Sean to Susan  chapter 2   TG Authoritarian

.............. Looking back at me she said "Nice teats.......bitch." Slamming
the door behind her, she was gone
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  To say that I was stunned is an understatement. In a humiliated daze I went
back to the guest room to shed my feminine persona. All thoughts of a fun
filled weekend shattered. Gazing into the full length mirror I could still
discern the crimson flush on my made-up face. Dawns words came back to me
"Nice teats ...bitch." Although still embarrassed over the incident, I felt
strangely excited. My imprisoned cock began to harden and I reached down and
rubbed myself through my panties. Looking out of the mirror at me was a sexy
lady rubbing her cunt. Kneading my breasts with my free hand I slowly sank to
my knees and began to rub my "cunt" in earnest. In a matter of minutes I lost
all control and started to cum. The feel of the hot jissim squirting between
my ass cheeks drove me insane and I knew that I would have to taste it.
Tearing the panties aside I reached past my still pulsating cock and scooped
up the still warm cum. In my rush to savor my seed quite a bit of it ended up
around my mouth and on my chin. The slut in the mirror looked as if she had
just sucked a cock and her man had cum on her face. The taste was exquisite
and I removed my panties and licked the residue from the crotch.

  Feeling guilty and satiated I lost all desire to continue the charade. I
removed my make-up, nails and the rest of my undies. After washing out my
panties I returned everything to my suitcase, locked it and returned it to
the hiding place in the garage. However I still wore my breast forms and
heels and would continue to do so for the rest of the weekend. Donning a pair
of baby doll pj's I fixed a drink and retired to the den to watch one of the
films I had purchased. My mind in turmoil I was unable to concentrate on the
movie and finally gave up.

  Over the next days I was constantly trying to dream up an explanation for
my behavior and decided that nothing short of the truth would suffice. I
would simply tell Dawn that it was a harmless fetish and promise never to do
it again. On Tuesday night I made sure that all the femme stuff and films
were safely tucked away in the suitcase and resigned myself to the coming
day.

  I arrived home from work on Wednesday and saw my car parked in the garage
and knew that the moment of reckoning had arrived. Dawn was in the den
perched on a bar stool, sipping wine and reading the mail. I bent to peck her
cheek but she thrust me back and gave me a withering look. "Dawn.. I..." I
stammered, She cut me of "I don't want to discuss it now." "Your clothes have
been moved into the guest room and you will use it until this is sorted out."
"My bedroom is off limits to you, I don't want you pawing through my panties
when I'm not around so you can dress like a sissy slut." Mortified I said
that I was going into shower and change. "It better be into your own clothes"
she retorted.

  I froze upon entering the guest room, lying open on the bed was my
suitcase. From right behind me I heard, "That's quite a stash you have there
slut." "It took me ten minutes to find it and less than two to tear the lock
off with a claw hammer." "I want you dressed just as you were last Friday and
in the den in one hour."

  With trepidation I began the metamorphous. I just came out of the shower
when click, click. Dawn was back taking pictures with our digital camera.
"I'm going to film this so you can see and realize how ridiculous you are as
a woman" she said. Continuing my transformation in blazing embarrassment,
Dawn observed my preparations and even offered some helpful hints on make-up
application, She even smiled as I tucked my flaccid cock between my legs so
there would be no tell tail bulge. Dawn clicked away with the camera filling
four diskettes [approximately sixty photos]. As I drew on my nylons she asked
why I wore two pair. I replied "It was to conceal my unsightly leg hair."
"That wont be a problem after tonight." "You will remove all, and I do me all
of your body hair from your eyebrows down before going to bed to night" she
replied. "When you finish here join me in the office and hopefully we can
come to terms about this sordid business"

   I joined her in the office a few minutes later dressed or better yet
undressed as I was the previous Friday. Heels, nylons, garter belt,
brassiere, wig and some costume jewelry. Sitting in front of the PC she
softly whistled and said "Some lucky guy is really going to enjoy fucking
you." Totally shamed I hung my head and said nothing but my cock was becoming
hard as I began to get aroused from the abuse she was heaping upon me. "I've
copied the photos to the C drive, logged into AOL and as you can see I'm
about to send an E-mail to myself at work." "As you probably guessed the
photos are attached to that E-mail and if you don't do every thing I say,
obey me completely the enfemme pictures of you will be spread all over the
net." With a single key strike the photos were on the way to her mail box at
work.

Hugs.......Susan (_!_)