Date: Fri,  3 Feb 2012 17:37:55 -0800 (PST)
From: Stephanie Silver <sjtw69@gmail.com>
Subject: Hypnotized - Part Two

Hypnotized
by Stephanie Silver


Part Two

I could end the story there, I guess. But I have a feeling it would leave a
lot of unanswered questions. Because, actually, what I've written so far is
just the beginning. A lot has happened since that first, magical time.

I can just imagine the questions. So when did you start wearing skirts?
When did you try on your first bra? Did Dirk ever see you in panties? Did
you ever give him more than a hand job? Did he ever get to fuck you? And
how come you ended up marrying a woman instead of Dirk?

Uh, well, let's see. I started wearing skirts in 1996. I tried on my first
bra when I was eleven. No, it didn't fit. No, I didn't really care. Yes,
Dirk did see me in panties. A lot. More often than he saw me in boy
underpants, actually. I mean, it's not like he saw me in boy underpants
that often, so, you know, once we got started doing that, it just started
to seem more natural for him to see me that way.

Let's see. The answers to the other questions: Yes to more than a hand
job. Yes to Dirk fucking me. And, uh, the last question, why did I marry a
woman instead of Dirk? I don't know. It's hard to say. Maybe the easiest
answer is because, at the time, marrying a woman just seemed like the
logical thing to do, while marrying someone of the same gender wasn't
legal.

Except that avoids the real issue, which is that neither of us wanted to
come out as gay. And so we had our secret love affair that is still a
secret to this day. Even from our wives.

Okay, so how did I start wearing skirts and stuff with Dirk? I guess, the
easy answer is that it's not that big a jump from wearing jewelry to
wearing other girl things. Jewelry was the ice breaker, I guess. After
that, about all he had to do was bring something he wanted me to wear to
the tree house, hypnotize me, and then tell me to put it on. And I
would. Or did. With no questions or argument.

It helped that I'd worn panties and bras before, of course. That took away
any inhibitions I may have had on the matter. The only difference was
letting Dirk see me wear them. And to that I'd have to say that once we
kissed, it was hard to have any real inhibitions with him after that.

But, okay, the first time he saw me in bra and panties. That's probably
what everyone wants to know about.  Actually, that happened not too long
after that very first hand job. Dirk just brought some that he'd lifted
from his sister, and had me put them on. It's that simple.

The bra was white with scalloped trim around all the edges, dainty little
straps and underwire cups. I've since learned that I'm not a big fan of
underwire cups - they always seem to look like a couple of deflated
balloons unless I stuff the cups. And I kind of prefer the natural look as
much as possible.

I say dainty straps as opposed to what I call industrial-strength
straps. Typical teenage girl bra straps, I guess. Nothing wider than an
inch. When a woman gets bigger on top, she starts needing bigger straps to
properly distribute the load. But teenage girls, bless their hearts, are
small enough and perky enough that their straps can be small and sexy. And
that's what I like to wear. And that's the kind of bra Dirk first brought
for me to wear.

Now, it was kind of weird, I guess, when he handed it to me and said I
should put it on. And I guess at this point, I ought to comment on what
happened to the hypnosis thing. Only I'm not really sure. Somewhere along
the way we just sort of stopped doing it. At first, the jewelry was there,
and Dirk would light the candle to give me something on which to focus, and
then the instruction he gave me was that once he put the snowflake necklace
around my neck, I would automatically be hypnotized again and think of
myself as Snowflake the former cat who was now a human girl. It was a
standing post-hypnotic suggestion.

At some point, I guess we both realized that I was faking the whole thing
of being hypnotized, and it seemed to quit being a necessary action for us
to do what we really wanted to do anyway, which was have me dress in girl
clothes and be his girlfriend.

So Dirk handed me that bra and panties, and told me to put them
on. Suggested, not told. It's hard to come up with just the right word for
how that works, but if you think about me being hypnotized, you'll know
what I mean.

The panties he brought out that very first time were white cotton ones,
with the words "100% Grade-A Princess" printed across the front. The front,
not the back. Sometimes it was hard after that, when I saw his sister, to
think about the possibility she might be wearing something I'd once worn.

Anyway, they didn't fit. They were made for girl hips, not for boys, and so
we had to tie a couple of knots in the sides to keep them from falling
off. Dirk has since gotten much better at picking out panties for me. Of
course, his best solution is to just tell me to pick them out myself. That
way he doesn't have to deal with it.

So there I was, in the tree house with Dirk, holding his sister's bra and
her princess panties, and Dirk telling me I should put them on. So.... uh,
well, okay, how do I do that?

I undressed, of course.

I told Dirk to turn around while I did it. And if you think it was scary
that first time giving him a hand job, wondering if there would be someone
sneak in on us while Dirk had his pants down, you can imagine how nervous I
was when it was me, completely naked, followed by putting on panties and a
bra.

I tucked my clitty back between my legs because I didn't want the front
panel to have a boyish bulge. Oh, and... the back of the panty was a thong,
in case you're wondering. So, yeah, Dirk got to stare at my ass a little as
I turned slowly, modeling for him.

Bras have always been hard for me to put on the way girls do it in the
movies. I can't reach behind me to do the snaps. So I always just put them
on backward, with the snaps in front, and then turn them around and slip my
arms through the straps. Bob's your uncle.

It felt just a little weird that first time, I guess, when I told Dirk he
could turn around and look at me. I mean, I guess wearing jewelry is one
thing, but wearing girl underthings means you're really committed. At that
point, I realized, there was essentially no going back, and no denying that
I wanted to do it.

Sometimes I feel like wearing girl clothes makes me a traitor to my gender
or something. Like I've given up on ever being able to be a real man, and
have decided to switch to the other team. That's a whole 'nother issue,
though, that I don't really want to get into right now. Let's just say
letting Dirk see me in bra and panties pretty much told him I was committed
to the idea of being his girlfriend, and doing for him everything
girlfriends do for the boys they love.

'Cause, yes, I was in love with him. Head over heels in love. No doubt
about it. I still am.


As I knelt with my back to him, Dirk said something that literally gave me
shivers. He said, "I want to fuck you, Snowflake."

And I guess that's when I first knew for sure that he was as committed to
our alternative relationship as I was.


But before he could fuck me, we had to make out a few times. Which we did
with me wearing just a bra and panties. There's something about making out
with a guy when dressed that way that just makes me feel like a real
girl. I've always liked doing it with Dirk, and dressing like a girl to do
it just seems to make it feel right.

And there's something about having a guy's tongue in your mouth. That
happened the first time we made out. I was in the white bra and princess
panties, when I snuggled up next to Dirk the way I was used to doing, and
suddenly he was pulling me onto his lap and kissing me. Hard. It was great.

Our lips interlocked, with his upper lip between mine and my lower lip
between his, which I guess is the international sign for
I-want-to-French-kiss, and almost immediately his tongue was in my
mouth. Which must have been okay with me, because my mouth was open. And
then my tongue was in his mouth, too. And I remember thinking how weird it
was to have my tongue in someone else's mouth, and to be able to feel his
teeth with my tongue. And to feel his tongue swishing back and forth and
around and around inside my mouth. It was a sexy feeling, no doubt about
it.


After making out a few times, and finishing off with me giving him hand
jobs, Dirk finally suggested I try getting him off with my mouth.  I
wouldn't say I was hesitant to do it. From the time I saw him naked that
first time, I had this feeling he belonged in my mouth. I just wasn't sure
how to bring it up. So when he finally did, I was secretly glad. Finally, I
thought, I get to find out what it feels like to have a guy's dick in my
mouth.

But not just any guy's dick. Dirk's dick. And to me that made it extra
special.

When I was giving him that very first blow job that day, I was already
starting to think about what it would be like to have it inside my backdoor
pussy. 'Cause I knew that was going to be the next step.

The day it happened I was wearing a little dark-blue polyester skirt that
he'd borrowed from his sister. His sister and I were about the same size,
other than her hips were bigger, and she wasn't as tall. But when you're
wearing her bra and underpants, nobody knows how tall she is, so that
didn't matter. In skirts, it just meant that I started wearing mini-skirts
right from the start.

I was wearing some of her panties, too, and a black cotton bra. There's
something about wearing a bra that you know has been used to hold up real
tits on a real girl that's incredibly exciting and arousing.

At the same time, Dirk was laying there with his pants and underwear down
around his ankles, waiting for me to start sucking his dick. It was so
sexy. Really. It was sexy in that way guys can be sexy when they're not
trying to be sexy. He was just all nude and naked, and hairy and aroused. I
think it's that aroused thing that gets to me the most. It's like this
naked guy, laying there, with this totally obscene indication of his
arousal sticking straight up in the air, demanding your attention.

Since it was my very first time sucking a dick, I decided to take my
time. I wanted to remember every detail.

His cock was sticking straight up. I remember that. Except it wasn't
exactly straight up. It was more like straight up and back a little, so it
was kind of pointing at his tummy. So I kissed his tummy a little,
completely avoiding his one-eyed monster at first until I saw it starting
to pulse and throb for me. I love that look. I love seeing it bounce up and
down with every heartbeat. I absolutely love it.

And that's when I knew I really, truly wanted to suck it. I wanted it in my
mouth. I wanted to wrap my lips around it. I was totally hungry for it.

I wasn't sure how I could go much slower, once I got my lips around it, so
I was careful at first to just kiss it, staying away from the tip, which I
knew, once I got there, would go straight into my mouth.

And it did.

Did I mention how sexy and gorgeous Dirk's cock is? Nice size - I love
having my hand wrapped around it. Or between my legs where it feels like I
can feel every inch of it. But that's getting ahead of the story again. So
at first I just kissed it all over. From the base of his shaft to just
below the tip. Until Dirk groaned and started pleading, "Just suck it,
Snowflake. Please."

It was so sexy hearing him plead like that. What could I do? I started
licking the shaft. God, that huge vein on the underside that makes it get
so big so fast; how sexy is that? Too sexy. In moments my lips were on the
tip, and then the tip was in my mouth. Followed by the entire shaft. Or at
least as much of it as I could fit at the time. I've since learned how to
deep throat, but, again, that's a different story.

At the time I was able to get most of it, save an inch or two at the base,
and... I guess it's a little like French-kissing, only in reverse. I could
feel his sexy hardness swirling around in my mouth, touching my teeth, and
pressing against the roof of my mouth. So sexy! The essence of a man right
there in my mouth. I found if I pressed my tongue up against the shaft, I
could feel it pulsing inside me.

I wish... I'd like to lie, and say he came in my mouth. No, I wouldn't like
to lie. Liars go to hell. I know adulterers and fornicators go to hell,
too, but... I just figure the less sinning I can do the better. You know?
So no lying; he didn't cum in my mouth. It would make a great story if he
had, but, unfortunately, that's not the way it happened.

After I sucked him for what seemed like forever and a few minutes, he
pulled out and jerked himself off, and then came all over my ass and my
panties. His sister's panties, I mean. I'm not sure what she ever thought
about that, if she ever knew. I made sure to lift his sister's skirt up to
my waist so he wouldn't get any cum on that, though.

And God, talk about feeling like a dirty, sexy, slutty whore. There's
nothing like hiking up your skirt while a guy jerks off on your ass.

Unless it's hiking up your skirt while he cums inside your ass. But I'm
getting ahead of myself again.


So I guess I should just get on with it and tell you all about our very
first fuck, then.

A girl's first fuck is always a special moment, something she wants to
remember for as long as she lives. She wants it to be
special. Meaningful. You're only a virgin once. So you want it to be with
someone you love.

Fortunately, I had that with Dirk. There was no question I wanted it to be
him. Sometimes when I was sucking him off, or holding him in my hand, I'd
think about how truly huge he was, and wonder how in the hell it was ever
going to fit inside me. I read a few on-line tips on anal sex, trying to
get ready. There seemed to be a lot of disagreement on how to do it with
the least amount of pain and stress. In the end, my guess was it was going
to be easiest for me if I could be on top - in the girl-superior
position. That would allow me to control just how fast and how deep it went
in.

The best laid plans of mice, men and tgurls, as they say. In other words,
nothing ever works out the way you think.

We planned it for the night of Dirk's high school graduation, since no one
expected him, or me, to be home at a decent hour that night.  It was
summer, and I was just finishing my sophomore year of high school. I was
sixteen. Dirk was a few weeks away from his eighteenth birthday. And sexier
than he'd been when we first started having sex.

I was wearing my favorite blue satin panties - a special gift from Dirk;
they belonged only to me; I didn't have to share them with his sister. They
were made even more special by the fact that Dirk picked them out himself
without my help. They were bikini style - I told him I liked that style and
found it more comfortable than a thong, and it was just as easy when we
were making out for him to get his hand inside my bikini panties to fondle
my ass as it was to fondle my ass when I was wearing a thong.

I was also wearing one of those denim skirts, which at the time were
starting to go out of style, so you could get them cheap at the thrift
store, but it was hard to find them in my size. My bra was teal, with the
soft cups I like, and was another gift from Dirk. It would have been too
much to ask for it to match the panty, but I knew he did the best he could.

We also had plenty of lube. I insisted on that. And, while I'm on the
subject, I guess, no condoms. Sorry. No, I don't exactly recommend that
kind of behavior, but I trusted Dirk a lot, and the idea of a rubber inside
me that very first time just made me want to cry. We'd had oral sex once
with a rubber, one day when we started thinking it might be a good idea to
be sexually responsible teenagers, and I absolutely hated it. Yuck! I told
him after that that if I couldn't trust him without one, then I didn't want
to do it at all. I wanted my first time being fucked to be special, and to
me there was nothing special at all about having a rubber-clad penis shoved
up my backside, so we didn't use one. "I might as well be getting a rectal
exam from the doctor," I told him.

So no rubbers. Just Dirk's lovely, gorgeous dick and a whole lot of
slippery lube going inside me.

We started off by kissing and making out, getting him nice and hard and
horny. I told him I wouldn't let him do it to me until he said the magic
words, "I want to fuck you, Snowflake."

Once he said that, I climbed on top of him and started lowering myself onto
his appendage, intending to let it penetrate me.

Ouch!

Okay, I tried again. Still too painful I tried again, but it just wasn't
working. I was getting so frustrated. And I worried that the longer it
took, the greater the possibility of Dirk getting soft and losing the mood.

Okay, so that last worry was pretty much groundless. I don't think I've
ever seen Dirk unable to rise to the occasion. But at the time I didn't
know that, and I worried he might lose interest if it took too long.

"Turn over," he ordered.

I slipped off him and onto my hands and knees. Dirk got behind me, doggy
style, and pulled my denim skirt up. Oh god! I was about to get fucked like
a total-slut girl, I realized. I was so excited.

He kept my panties on, but pulled them aside to put his cock inside my
opening.

"Go slow," I ordered. We'd already discussed the rules of penetrating me
that first time. He was to go no faster than I would allow, about one inch
at a time, letting me get used to it before going deeper, until he had
every last inch of it inside me. At no time, I insisted, no matter how much
I begged, was he to go back out. "I don't want to get it halfway in and
then have to start all over again," I said. "And, once we decide to do it,"
I told him, "I want us to finish it. I don't want to get halfway done and
then have to wait and try it again some other day."

So this was the day.

And to this day I can't imagine how he did it. He had the patience of Job,
I swear. One inch at a time. A half-inch even. Which meant a dozen or so
grueling steps. And I didn't give him permission to start thrusting until
he was all the way in and I told him I was ready.

I swore. A lot. Every bad word I could think of. But I was determined. I
pushed back, wanting him inside me. All of him. Every last inch.

And after a while, he told me it was all the way in. I mean, I could
certainly believe it was. I swear I could feel every inch of it pushing in
and re-arranging my internal organs. I think my liver complained the most
about the sexy intruder.

The thing that surprised me the most, though, was the feel of his
balls. His nuts. Dirk has probably the biggest balls of any guy I've ever
known. They're huge. Not quite the size of golf balls, but getting
there. And, once he had his cock all the way inside me, I could feel his
nut sack hanging down, tickling my crotch.

There was something about that feeling that got me really turned on and
aroused. It was like I suddenly knew for sure that I was being fucked by a
man - a real man - which meant, of course, that I must be a woman. I mean,
what else was there? I'm sure my own balls were back there somewhere too,
but at the time, they seemed insignificant compared to what Dirk had.

And then it's like, maybe feeling his balls there somehow completed me. Not
that my balls were worthless and pathetic, but maybe... Maybe they
were. Maybe part of being a sissy crossdresser is not being a full and
complete man, and not having the "cajones" that a real man does. And so you
go the other way in some perverted attempt to compensate, and it's only
when you finally feel a "real man's" balls there between your legs that you
finally feel complete.

I don't know. All I know is it felt incredibly sexy.

So with all of Dirk's dick inside me, and his huge balls hanging down
against my crotch, I took a moment to compose myself. It didn't hurt too
bad. It had hurt like hell at first, but the hurt was slowly going away,
being replaced by sensations of pleasure. In fact, it was already starting
to feel incredible. I was getting fucked just like a girl. Life was damn
near perfect. "Okay," I said, "Start fucking."

And he did. In. Out. In-out. Faster. Deeper. Harder. It felt so good. I
could feel those big balls slapping against my crotch each time he thrust
into me. The initial pain had disappeared, and all that was left was the
pleasure of fucking. The pleasure of finally being taken as a woman by the
man I loved.

Dirk came, finally. Deep inside me. That's where I wanted it. I dared him
to try making me pregnant, if he could. He certainly tried, bless his
heart.

* * * * *

That was our first time. It certainly wasn't our last. Not even in the tree
house. We screwed a lot that summer. Always with me in the female role, and
him taking the male role. We both liked it that way; there was no point in
changing.

In the fall, Dirk went to college and I went back to high school. The game
we enjoyed so much eventually seemed like nothing more than youthful
curiosity. Eventually Dirk got married - to a woman - and I did the same.

Different women, of course.

As much as I enjoyed having sex with Dirk, I never really wanted to come
out as gay, or transgendered, It seemed like a sure way to screw up a
perfectly good life, in my opinion. And so eventually the hypnotism game
and everything else we did in that tree house disappeared into distant
memory, and the two of us became responsible adults.

After college, Dirk got a job out of state, and moved away, which is where
he met his wife. I stayed behind, which is where I met my wife. Years went
by, and one day I got laid off and had to start looking for a job
again. Imagine my pleasure when I found one in the same city where Dirk
was. Of course I took the job, and before long, we were close, close
friends again.

Which meant sex again. With me in the female role, and Dirk taking the male
role. Just like it had always been.

Only now he doesn't have to hypnotize me.