The next morning I went to Dr. Emily’s office for my appointment and reuniting with Charles.
When I arrived There were two people talking to the receptionist and I couldn’t see her face.
Then, I realized that the receptionist was Charles! I heard one of the patients address him as “Charlene.”
He looked just like a woman.
Dressed in a conservative skirt suit and wearing high heeled pumps I noticed his impeccably manicured nails and cute hair style.
He was dangling his pump on his foot with his nylon-clad legs crossed.
The two patients left and Charlene said,
“Hi Susan. Dr Emily will see you now.”
She ushered me into the inner office and quickly departed.
Dr. Emily asked me to sit down and explained,
“I’m sure you noticed, Susan, that Charles has gone completely Charlene. He has accepted that he is a sissy and is learning to live as a girl now. You two will need to talk about the changes and so I’ll ask her to come in and leave the two of you alone to get reacquainted.
When Charlene entered, she strode confidently in her stiletto pumps.
“Oh Charlene, you look fabulous,” I said. “Tell me everything from the beginning.”
Charlene began,
“Dr. Em has been so nice. After we left you we stopped at the house for me to retrieve my toothbrush and any personal items I might need for the two weeks at the clinic. I took my kitten heels and the open-toed pumps you bought me and I changed my pants and put on those skinny jeans I bought once by mistake. You know the ones that you said looked like the type of jeans a metrosexual or hipster might wear. Before we arrived at the clinic we stopped in a shoe store. It was scary for me. When the sales girl asked what Dr. Em wanted she pointed out a pair of pumps and said in size ten. The sales girl said, “That size may be too big.” Dr. Em said, “They’re not for me. They are for him,” The sales girl replied, “Oh. Well I’ll get him some peds so he can try them on.” Dr. Em said, “That won’t be necessary. He’s wearing pantyhose.”
I was so embarrassed and was blushing as I removed my shoes and the salesgirl slipped the pumps on to my pantyhosed feet.
The shoes fit perfectly and the fun of wearing them made my embarrassment go away. Dr. Em told the salesgirl that we’d take them. When the salesgirl offered to wrap them up, Dr Em said. “No need for that. He’ll wear them. You can wrap up his old shoes.”
Dr Em asked where the bathroom was and handed me a bag and told me to go to the bathroom. When I got to the bathroom and opened the bag there was a pair of ear rings and a tube of lipstick. I took my hair out of the ponytail and put on the ear rings and lipstick. When I walked back into the sales area I looked like a girl in my heels and skinny jeans.
We left and I walked out into the street. It was my first time out in public as a girl.
Dr Em explained my treatment program. She said that for the next two weeks I would be Charlene and this would enable her to evaluate my commitment to being a sissy. Her receptionist was going on vacation and she thought it might be good for her practice to have a sissy secretary who could relate to her patients. I would be the receptionist. She said she would pay me $500 a week but that I would have to be a perfect girl everyday at work. That meant hair and nails impeccable at all times, skirts, heels, and hose everyday.
She bought me a gorgeous charcoal gray skirt suit to wear. and told me that the salary would come in handy for me to buy lipstick and pantyhose and anything else Kartal Ukraynalı Escort I would need for the two weeks.
She trained me on my duties in the office and reminded me to always keep my knees together when sitting at my desk because the desk had no front panel and if I didn’t sit lady-like, people would look up my skirt and see my stocking tops and panties.
I love the job. I got to meet other sissies and learned how to deal with men too. The computer guy, the Xerox machine guy, the bookkeeper, the office supplies guy all had to deal with me and I had to act like any other female secretary.
I became friends with a few of the patients at sometimes met them after work . I went bra shopping with a sissy named Carol and went shopping for shoes with a sissy named Holly. We even went for manis and pedis afterwards. During all this time Dr. Em was supportive and helpful and I learned a lot about behaving like a woman. With my salary I was able to buy some lovely things and have a little wardrobe of y own now. “
Listening to my husband, now Charlene, was fascinating. Her appearance could allow her to pass in public anywhere. I was getting my very own sissy and I was excited about the idea.
I was thinking that right there in Dr. Em’s office might be the best time to approach the subject of my own activities and reveal to Charlene what I had been doing and how I had strayed…out of loneliness…of course.
That’s when I got the shock of my life. Charlene said,
“Honey, i have something I have to tell you. I hope you won’t be too angry. I was unfaithful.”
“What!” I exclaimed. “Is there another woman?”
“No, honey. The office bookkeeper invited me to dinner one evening after work. I was flattered to be asked on a date with a man and so I went out with him. Well, he was nice and we had a few drinks. One thing led to another and before I knew it I was in his bedroom and, well…”
I interrupted, “You mean you let him fuck you?”
“Yes,” she replied.
I acted shocked but regained my composure and said,
Well, I can understand. You have to have been very curious about sex as a sissy with a real man. How did it feel to be fucked like a girl?”
“Wonderful,” was all Charlene said.
I questioned him, “Is there anything else you want to tell me?’
He hesitated but said, “I had sex with him two more times.”
I was surprised but began to think that now, after Charlene’s confession, I would not have to tell him about my own escapades after all and that I could use this new situation to my own advantage to make Charlene submit to me as Donna had suggested.
“Oh Charles! You have hurt me deeply. Here I was all conflicted about your condition and trying so hard to be understanding and supportive and you are prancing around getting fucked by your boyfriend like some slut faggot. I am crushed. I have lost all trust in you. I don’t know if I can ever trust you again.”
“I am so sorry, Susan, please forgive. I’ll make it up to you. Give me another chance,” he pleaded.
I responded, “I don’t know Charlene. Trust is a fragile thing. It must be earned. You will have to prove to me your fidelity if we are to continue together. “I’ll do anything you say,” he replied.
That was exactly what I was hoping he would say.
“Charlene, if you want me to trust you again, you are going to have to trust me. I can’t live with a sissygirl unless I know for sure that she won’t embarass me. I have to know that you will obey me if I am going to be able to manage Kartal Üniversiteli Escort this situation in front of others and in public. Will you promise to obey me? Obey me completely and without question or hesitation?”
“I will,” he said.
I continued, “Naturally you will have to be punished for your slutty behavior. I don’t know what the punishment will be but there will be one.”
He answered, “I understand. I was wrong to cheat on you. I’ll accept your decision.”
“OK, I answered “let’s go home.”
On the way home Charlene was silent and I kept thinking of how lucky I was not having to tell him of my own slutty escapades and how, now, after his confession, I would be able to control him and enforce his submission to me.
I called my friend Donna and told her the news.
As we rode in the taxi towards home I said to Charlene,
“You know Charlene, it is going to be awkward living as a sissy in our neighborhood. I don’t want to have to deal with the neighbors and all the comments and questions they are going to have about you. I decided to rent an apartment on the other side of town so that you can come and go without embarrassment and so that I don’t have to be gossiped about for marrying a sissy.. My friend Donna told me about a place available next to her house and I told her to put down a deposit for us. We can have the keys tomorrow..”
When we arrived at our home it was dark and none of the neighbors saw Charlene as we entered. I told him that he would be sleeping in the guest room.
He didn’t object.
As Charlene removed her dress and began to remove his makeup, I also slipped out of my dress revealing my new sexy merry widow and sheer stockings. Charlene was surprised and said,
“I just love your lingerie and those heels are fab.”
I replied, “Thank you, Charlene. I just bought them. I don’t want my husband wearing higher heels than I or wearing lingerie that’s sexier than my own.” “
I could see his penis bulging in his panties and said, “I see your dickette is hard. Do you want to jerk off? If you do, you must ask for permission.”
He said, “May I?”
I replied, “Under one condition. You must ask for permission before you cum. Understood?’
“Yes,” he answered.
As I watched him masturbate he became excited and cried out, “May I cum now?”
I said, “Yes but only if you cum on my toes.”
He began squirting his sissy cream all over my feet.
“My, what a mess you have made, Charlene. You are going to have to lick that up and make sure you suck the cum out from in-between my toes.”
He did exactly as directed and I loved the sensation. So sensuous, so arousing.
When he finished I said, “OK, time for bed. Good night. I’ll have breakfast in bed at 8 a.m. tomorrow dear.”
The next morning he arrived at 8 a.m. carrying a breakfast tray. He was wearing only his bra and pantyhose and high heels but he had already showered and put on his makeup.
“We are going out today, Charlene, so wear something appropriate, something girly and flirty but not too dramatic for daytime,” I said to him.
When I got out of the shower he was dressed in a pink cashmere sweater and grey miniskirt. He wore his open-toed pumps and I noticed his fuschia toe nails matched his lipstick. \
The taxi arrived and we were headed to Donna’s house. I knew she would be home and that her husband MaryLou would be at work. I couldn’t wait to show my sissy to Donna. I knew that Donna would have fun with Charlene and I Kartal Vip Escort needed Donna to give me support and advice on this first day of our new arrangement.
When Donna opened the door I said, “Charlene, say hello to my friend Donna. Donna, this is my husband Charlene.”
Donna exclaimed, “Oh Susan, I didn’t know you were married to a sissy. What a pretty princess. She is adorable!”
She continued, “Come in, girls. I was just making coffee. Charlene, I just love your pumps and you walk so well in them. Susan, I have the keys to your new apartment. Here they are. You can move in whenever you want.”
I told Donna, “We’ll be doing the move this afternoon,”
Donna said, “Wait until 5 o’clock and I’ll have my husband Lou help you carry your bags and things. When you done moving why don’t you join us for dinner?”
I accepted, “That would be so nice.”
Donna took me aside and said, “I have an idea for some fun this evening.”
I mentioned to Donna that Charlene had misbehaved and I needed to think of some punishment for her. She said she would come up with something for tomorrow, but that she already had something else in mind for this evening.
As we sipped our coffees and made small talk Donna turned to Charlene and said,
So, Charlene, I assume you are a cocksucker, aren’t you?”
Charlene was surprised by the question. He blushed but didn’t say anything.
I said, “Charlene, Donna asked you a question.”
Donna continued, “Don’t be bashful, honey. Have you ever sucked a man’s cock?
Charlene murmured, “Yes, Donna.”
Donna replied, “Well that’s settled then. If you have sucked man’s cock, you are cocksucker. You should own it. Don’t be afraid to say it. Don’t be shy. Let me hear you say, ‘I am a cocksucker.'”
Charlene repeated, “I am a cocksucker.”
Donna went on, “I was sure you were when I saw your pretty, glistening fuschia lipstick.”
After about an hour we went back home in Donna’s car and started preparing suitcases to move in to the new apartment.
At five o’clock Donna’s husband MaryLou arrived straight from work dressed in male mode.as Lou.
Charlene was upstairs packing a suitcase and Donna took MaryLou aside and said,
“Mary Lou, today I need you to act like a man instead of the sissy faggot that you are. Susan’s husband is a sissy and he doesn’t know that you are a sissy. So I want you to act macho if you can even remember the way a man is supposed to act with a woman. Treat Susan’s sissy the way I have men treat you.”
I went upstairs to see how Charlene was getting along and told him that he should change for dinner. I told him to wear his sexiest lingerie and stockings…no pantyhose this evening.” He put on a sexy little black dress. I wore my new black leather pants, stilettos, and a tight bustier.
When we came downstairs I introduced Charlene to Lou as “my sissy husband.”
Lou said, “That’s one sexy little husband you have there, Susan. Hi Charlene.”
Lou loaded the bags into the car and we all left for Donna’s house for dinner.
Lou made some comments while driving.
“Is it fun being married to a sissy, Susan? Do you two share clothes? Has Charlene begun dating? Do you share cocks? Is Charlene embarrassed to be dressed like that in front of a man? Charlene, do you like wearing a bra? Do you like to wear heels and nylons?’ What kind of man wears mascara and lipstick? Susan, can he satisfy you in bed? Charlene, are you a faggot or what?”
Donna interrupted. “Stop teasing Charlene, Lou, or I’ll see to it that you dress like a sissy so you can see how it feels to be teased.”
Lou stopped talking and continued driving.
We arrived at the apartment and we girls went inside as Lou unloaded the car.
After dropping off the bags we went next door to Donna’s house for dinner.
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