Date: Fri, 19 Jan 2001 21:29:49 -0500
From: fundipity <fundipity@mediaone.net>
Subject: The Secret (Part1) TG by Lauren Westley

The Secret by Lauren Westley

(Part 1)

            Somehow he had found out. But how?  I pondered the question as
I sat reading my email. How did he know my home address and where I worked?
How did he know the pictures I had downloaded from alt.sex.trans? Or the
stories I had read at Fictionmania? I couldn't believe it, but he did. But
he also said he had "fingerprinted me" which he said, meant he could "prove
where I had been."

            The email continued with a statement how he could easily
forward all this to my boss. Here I was barely 21 with a great job in
software security. I was making over a hundred thousand a year with plenty
of advancement to come. Stock options alone in a few years would give me
the opportunity to retire in 10 years. But all this would come to an end if
they thought I was into something like transexualism. I remember the owner
of the company at our last company outing talking about how this was not a
"liberal" company when it came to sexual escapades. It was obvious he
wasn't even happy about sex outside marriage. It hadn't bothered me to move
to Texas. The pay was great and my little secret was just a hidden Internet
thing.

            But now, this letter from some unknown stranger named Paul. It
continued saying,

            "Now that I have your attention, let me explain what I
expect. I've waited for sometime to find someone exactly like you. Your
Internet proclivity and you real virginity coupled with your looks is
exactly what I have been waiting for.

My mind wandered as I thought about the meaning of "your looks." I was 5'8"
and less then 140 lbs. My hair was moderate length and sandy in color. How
did he know what I looked like? He knew too much and threatened even
more. The letter continued.

            You have a two-week vacation to take next month. I know you
weren't planning to go away but instead stay home and lounge around. Well,
things have changed. You will be spending your vacation with me. And you
will be spending it not as John but as Jennifer. Over the next five weeks,
you will shop for all the feminine things a woman would need on a vacation
to San Diego in the late spring. Including bikini bathing suits and
feminine tampons. For each item you forget to pack or fail to bring you
will receive ten hard whacks on your ass with a paddle. So I advise you to
think clearly.

          When you arrive in San Diego, you will go to the Airport Westin
Hotel and change entirely to feminine wear. You can electronically check
out and take a taxi to my house.

He continued with his address and phone number. I wasn't suppose to call
him unless of some emergency. Not showing up was not an emergency. I was to
work on my voice and femininity during these next weeks. He had given me
several Internet addresses that would help me learn how to practice my
voice and femininity training. Some could supply me with special items like
breasts and other necessary items. The rest I was to buy around town. And
he even said my suitcase should be feminine. His instructions were
detailed. The email was nearly 30 pages long. It included the exact type of
breasts I was to buy. They glued on and were made of some material, which
would move with bounce. I was to be a 34B. Otherwise they may come loose.

            Even though they cost $750 I expect you to buy them
Jennifer. You may spend over $3,000 for everything. But that is inexpensive
versus the alternative. Also, you must realize that I am a 'dom'. I know
you understand the term from the story you read over six times before you
downloaded it called, "The Submissive Sissy Slut." For each infraction of
femininity and/or obedience you will be spanked severely.

My heart pounded in my chest as I read on. I should buy woman's magazines
such as Glamour, Vogue and even Playgirl and read them every evening. I was
to only watch the two women's channels on TV. Most of the pounding came
from the realization that I was actually beginning to consider that I was
going to do all this. What alternative did I have? Wreck a new career?
Security software was the only thing I knew about. Why hadn't I paid
attention when I was on the net? Was I foolish enough to think I was alone?
The letter ended with "Jennifer, I'll see you on Friday, May 3 at 4pm at my
house. It was signed, "Sir Cock." There was a PS for me to save the letter
to insure I had the information I would need these next weeks. I pressed
SAVE and saved the file to my hidden files. But, they didn't feel very
hidden anymore.

The next day in my office I got a short email asking, "have you made your
reservations yet?" It was signed SC. I booked the flight. Later that week a
package arrived at my house. There was a note to take these vitamins. I
recognized the brand name. The note continued I was to be very fit when I
arrived. There was also a diet I was to follow. It seemed like salads,
chocolates, quiche; etc. was on the list. I was to cook it at home and to
only eat out at three restaurants. They were where mainly woman hung out. A
pair of lady high heels was also enclosed. The note said to wear them
whenever I was home alone until my other things arrived. It said I was to
be sure to have begun shaving my body and wearing panties and bra and using
makeup by this weekend. Until I had panties and bra I was to walk around my
house in the heels only. No other clothing, except for the little pearl
necklace and fake diamond tennis bracelet, which was also enclosed, were I
to wear at home.

As the weeks wore away I walked around the house getting better until I was
able to walk in heels easily. At first I wore just heels, bracelet and
necklace. It was so humiliating, but I did it. On April 15th the breasts
arrived from the order I placed on the Internet. I got an email from him
that night which said I should start to wear them on the weekend. I
couldn't believe how he knew. I trembled a bit. Since taking the vitamins I
had become a little more emotional. I hadn't figured that out yet and would
only learn later that they weren't vitamins.

Walking around the house in heels, bra filled with breasts, panties and
perfume practicing my voice lessons, I began to feel more feminine. One
Saturday night, the weekend before I was to leave I suddenly sat down at
the end of having cleaned the house, packing and practicing as prescribed
and started to cry. I had been peeing sitting down for nearly three weeks
and wearing a teddy at night to sleep in and I cried just thinking about
it. His emails had instructed me to Vaseline the tip of a tampon and push
it in my ass and then let the string hang out. He had me do this over 20
times to get use to the idea. And he said he would tell me when to use
them, but I was to keep a supply in my purse.

My ability to apply make-up had become quite good. I was surprised and
could not figure out why this had been so easy. Putting on stockings had
been more difficult. I had torn several pair early on. His instructions
(Sir Cock, the only name I knew) became more and more frequent and
exact. Only garters and stockings, dangling earrings, sanitary pads to be
worn when told, etc. were mentioned in various emails.

Finally Friday May 2nd came and everyone at the office wished me a
wonderful two weeks. The boss had said, "You've earned them John." My brain
heard the name Jennifer as it had been going through me for weeks. I left
the office and went home. I was all packed. My suitcases were a very
feminine mauve. They were the only feminine ones I could find and I
couldn't put them into anything else. The next morning I was ready when the
taxi came. I was wearing the bra (no breasts) and panties under my shirt
and pants. I had a feminine pad in the crotch and a tampon in my ass with
the string hanging out. On of my last set of instructions had said the last
public men's room I could use would be at the airport. If I used it I was
to "use a stall and spend 15 minutes listening to the men and wondering why
I had come in the wrong restroom." I went to the bathroom before I left
vowing not to need to use the men's room at the airport.

I had made a 9:15 a.m. flight so I would be in San Diego by
10:30a.m. Figuring I would need at least 3 hours to get ready and a couple
of hours for other travel and eating. At the airport I checked in and went
to have some breakfast since I had nearly 45 minutes before my flight. I
could feel the bra and panties, the string, everything as I sat
there. Someone was looking at me and I realized I was using my utensils in
an extremely effeminate manner. As I finished and went to my gate and
discovered my flight was delayed one hour. They said the plane was there
but there was some a light, which needed to be replaced.

Well about 15 minutes later, the coffee (with hazelnut cream), juice and
muffin had worked its way through me. I knew I would have to go to the
bathroom. There in front of me was the woman's room and I almost thought of
going there when I looked left and saw the men's room. I walked in like a
foreigner. As I went in a very gay guy walked out and when I got to the
stall, I heard some men talking about him. I wondered whether Sir Cock (was
that the name I would call him?) had set this all up. It seemed like it.

Sitting down on the toilet I could hear them saying what a "fairy" he
was. How he must like it "up his ass." Sitting there as I peed with my
string dangling down, I could here them laughing about how much "cum he
must have swallowed recently." I nearly started crying. As I walked out to
the plane, I was sure other men were talking about me the same way.

The plane trip was uneventful and I arrived in San Diego at 11:45. By the
time I got my bags and the cab had brought me to reservations at the
Westin, it was nearly 12:30. I asked at reservations if I could get a taxi
and told them the address. I also asked how long would the ride be. Forty
minutes, the reservation clerk told me. I hurried upstairs and realized
once I was in my room that I had less then three hours to be ready. About
15 minutes later there was a knock at the door and I nearly jumped from
fright. I had begun to get ready by laying things out on my bed. Putting on
a robe I heard the words, "room service" and let him in. There was a tray
of food a large box wrapped like a gift with a card. "Compliments of SC,"
said the man and he left not even waiting for a tip.

The card simply said "Welcome Jennifer." Inside the box were four bottles
of perfume-scented douche and a set of breasts like the ones I brought with
a subtle. The note explained how I was to douche my "pussy" and hold it for
10 minutes. The breasts the note said were just a little different and I
was to wear them. They had clamps in both centers attached to a thin wire
that went through to the front and ended in two small brass rings. You
could pull the brass rings and the wires would pull the clamps, which
obviously were to attach to my nipples. I trembled.

Over the next hours, I squirted the perfume-scented douche and it cleared
my insides. I attached the breasts. My nipples seemed larger and more
sensitive. The clamps fit tightly. And although sensitive, it was not
painful. Toenails painted, fingernails, which had grown longer and had been
manicured by me just yesterday painted with the same deep seductive
red. The fancy black miracle bra with lace and matching panties with the
string of my tampon sitting in the seat made me feel so feminine. My little
pearl necklace was framing my head as I applied the make-up and completed
the transformation.

By 3 p.m., I was dressed in the little slutty dress from Victoria
Secret. It had spaghetti straps and was short enough I could feel the air
move as I walked in my red heels that matched. The last part of the note he
had sent earlier was as I was checking out; I should turn to channel 71. I
finished packing my bags. Had a phone call that my cab for Jennifer
Williams was here. I said for them to come up, the door would be open, and
they could just take her bags down. She would follow shortly. I heard them
take the bags as I checked out in my bedroom and then went to channel
71. There I saw a video of me getting ready and a deep voice saying,
"should you have any second thoughts." The last words he said was I should
come into the foyer without ringing and have the driver leave my bags
there. Also, I was to submissively remember to keep my eyes down and look
only at his cock unless told otherwise.

I left the room and went to the elevator. It was 3:30 and the elevator was
slow coming. I was on the 12th floor. Finally it came and stopped at the
8th floor. A man entered and went back behind me. I could feel his eyes as
I stood there waiting for the lobby. Just as the elevator was stopping I
felt his hand rub my ass. As I turned the elevator doors opened and he
smiled. I was speechless and walked out into the lobby the feeling of his
hand still on my ass as I went out to the cab that was waiting.

The cab driver said I was one "sexy gal."  It took just over 25 minutes to
get there and we arrived shortly after 4 p.m. It was a secluded house at
the end of road with just two new uncompleted houses nearby and several
vacant lots from the entrance. Obviously a new development with this the
only occupied house.  The driver, Andy, carried my bags into the foyer
where I tipped him and he left. So here I was at Sir Cock's house 5 minutes
late but I was here. I trembled again and then I heard his voice. "Leave
your bags in the foyer Jennifer and come into the living room."

I walked into the living room. He was standing there. I looked at him with
my eyes down and saw he was about 6'3" over 225 lbs. His massive cock
hanging out of his button fly trousers. Hanging there with my eyes looking
at it.

"Good Girl," he said, "I'm glad you remembered your manners. Now don't
forget, don't look up unless I give you permission. And now walk that cunt
over here." Looking at his cock I began my walk towards him. I felt more
feminine then ever. I could even feel my tiny penis harden a bit. I was
surprised because I hadn't felt sexual for the past week or so. I had
actually been so afraid the last week. Plus, I was so emotional. I had
cried several times.

My walk was so feminine. My ass swayed as I walked. Just the way the
instructions at one of the web sites had advised. My wrist limp and fingers
with red nails pointed out. Standing next to Sir Cock I trembled. His hand
came around on my ass pushing the hem of my dress up revealing my garters,
panties and flesh between them and my stockings. As he played with my ass
he explained that the next two weeks must be completely obeyed or all the
information and video would be sent to my boss and my parents. His finger
rubbed my crack and pulled at the string on the tampon.

"I want you to know I will have friends over, we will go out and you will
be my little 'sissy' slut. You almost pass but everyone will know that you
are a 'sissy' and I like that idea," he said. Then he handed me a rulebook,
which I had to read out loud. Several times I started to stop or began to
whimper. My voice broke on the words "potty, toilet" but Sir Cock just kept
me going either by slapping my ass a bit or cajoling me.

The Rule Book

These are the rules to be followed at all times. Any infraction whether
intentional or not will be subject to punishment.

  a.. General
    a.. You are his toilet.
    b.. The toilet in the bathroom is not to be used except by you when
given permission to dispose of unwanted items.
    c.. Polite replies such as "Yes Sir" and "No Sir" are required at all
times.
    d.. Anything asked of you must be performed.
    e.. Permission must be granted before:
      a.. Peeing
      b.. Pooping
      c.. Cumming
      d.. Masturbating
      e.. Eating
      f.. Cleaning yourself
      g.. Changing your clothes
    f.. When he uses your mouth:
      a.. You may not swallow cum until given permission
      b.. You may swallow his piss without permission
    g.. You must clean up any messes made, sexual or otherwise.
    h.. Always wear his piss with pride and shine when you walk with it in
you.
    i.. When he twists your left nipple and pulls, he is opening the toilet
door. You must say, "Welcome to your toilet, Sir. Would you like to use the
urinal (mouth) or the stall (ass)"
    j.. When he twists your right nipple and pulls, he is flushing you. You
must sound like you are flushing, then say, "Thank you Sir, your pee is in
your toilet".
    k.. Whenever you are given a "gift" (cum, piss) you must say "Thank you
Sir" with a smile.
    l.. At all times, you must walk and talk in a feminine and sexy way,
swaying your ass as you walk, etc.
  b.. Meals
    a.. All cooking is to be done wearing only an apron, bra and panties
and either a tampon or a butt plug.
    b.. You must not shirk your cooking task no matter what he decides to
do with your body - his needs come first.
    c.. He is to be served first
    d.. You will be told when and how you may eat
    e.. You will provide receptacles for unwanted food (mouth, pussy-ass)
    f.. You will provide entertainment for anyone at any time, by
striptease, masturbating.
    g.. You will obey all men as if they are Sir Cock.
  c.. Rooms
    a.. When he enters a room
      a.. Offer yourself until used or dismissed
      b.. If you are facing away, bend forward, offering your pussy-ass -
pulling your cheeks apart for better access.
      c.. If you are facing him, lay back on the nearest object, opening
your mouth, and spreading your legs wide to offer all openings. With your
fingers, open your pussy-ass wide.
    b.. When he leaves a room
      a.. If you think he may return soon, stay in whatever position you
were left in.
      b.. Tidy up the room, cleaning up any messes.
    c.. When you enter a room which is not empty
      a.. If he has an erect cock, offer to suck it.
      b.. If there is any obvious service that needs to be performed, do
it.
      c.. Position yourself near him, with your mouth open and legs spread
wide - quietly offering any hole that might be needed until you are used or
dismissed.
  d.. In bed at night
    a.. If at any time, his cock appears erect, you must suck it until he
comes, or tells you that you may stop.
    b.. You will provide potty services as required.
    c.. You will provide massage as required.
    d.. You will provide sexual services as required.
    e.. Should you need to go to the toilet you must either:
      a.. Ask permission (if he is awake). You may be given permission to
use your designated spot.
      b.. Hold it until morning.
      c.. Get up and lie on the designate spot - you may soil yourself as
you lie there so as not to wake him, but if you do this, you must not clean
up, but must sleep there until morning.
    f.. You are the alarm clock - wake him gently.
    g.. Prior to performing your alarm clock function, prepare yourself -
he needs a clean, fresh toilet in the morning. All entrances to his toilet
are to be clean and pleasant.
    h.. If his cock is soft, suck it while he wakes, and until he comes, or
until he directs you to do something else.
    i.. If his cock is hard, you may either suck it or you may make your
pussy wet and lower yourself onto it, taking care that only your pussy
touches him while he begins to wake. Raise and lower your pussy slowly and
erotically.
  e.. Punishments
    a.. Receive all punishments with good grace.
    b.. Thank him for the punishment during, and after.
    c.. You may cry softly without asking permission.
    d.. If told that you need punishment, quickly find the nearest paddle,
strap, or whatever, and offer its use.
    e..  These rules are to be memorized and carried out at all times.

By the time I had finished reading the rules I was sobbing as he rubbed my
ass and said it would be fine. He assured me I would learn to be a good
'sissy slut' and reminded me that he had said he was Dom when he called. He
took my red long nailed hand, which had a little fake diamond tennis
bracelet and put it on his cock.

"I bet you've never felt a real cock before," he stated as he held my hand
to his groin. His cock was so big in my hand. Mine was barely two inches
around when hard. His was HUGE. "A little later we'll get your hair
properly done and don't forget to use your makeup regularly. When your
lipstick is needed use it. Now kneel down and we'll start the rules." His
hand went to my shoulder as he pushed me gently to my knees.

Oh.gosh.I thought. Now it was going to happen. His cock was hanging in my
face brushing my cheek and nose. The rules flashed in my mind.

"OPEN WIDE.. Suck and don't swallow."

His cock rubbed my ruby red lips and I found myself opening them. Here I
was a little sissy cocksucker with a man's dick in my mouth and my own
little stiff member just a cockette. A few tears fell down my cheek over my
lips and onto his cock in my mouth. Patting my head as I sucked he urged me
on, He seemed so gentle for a Dom. So nice for a man who had made me come
here for my vacation to be his 'sissy slut' and then I remembered the rules
and more tears flowed as his cock hardened and filled my mouth.

"Later I'll teach you how to deep throat so a load can be shot right into
your little tummy," he snickered. It didn't seem to long before I felt his
precum leak onto my tongue and then the spurts of cum came. I had never
shot that much cum myself. He pulled his cock back a bit as if he knew as
my mouth was filling and needed more room to accommodate his spunk.

"Ahhhhhhhh." he sighed as he finished. "Let me see what's in your mouth,"
Sir Cock demanded? Kneeling there I opened my mouth and had to lean my head
back to keep his seed in my mouth. "Oh, not a very big load today
Jennifer. Sorry. Now stand up and rub your clitty till you cum in your
panties, AND DON'T SWALLOW."

I stood up with my mouth open and began rubbing my little dick...
cockette...  clitty. Sir Cock left the room and while he was gone I felt
myself harden. I didn't know why I was turned on, but before long I was
feeling very turned on and just when I started to cum I head a click and
saw a flash. Sir Cock had taken a Polaroid of me all dressed up and cumming
in my panties.

Suddenly the doorbell rang. He looked at me sternly, reminding me not to
swallow and pointed to me saying, "stand still while I answer the door."

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