How I Became Sissy Willow Ch. 03
Keywords: Willow, Ch., How, Became, I, 03, Sissy,
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I slept on the floor next to the bed that night, still in the lingerie and sundress I'd worn the day before. Fern and Jason, of course, slept together in the bed. As I drifted off to sleep I kept thinking about the events of the evening.
I had been put in women's clothes by my wife, Fern after she found a magazine I forgot to hide. The magazine showed a transvestite being tortured and humiliated by a couple. Fern, who had never shown any interest in my crossdressing had now made it her goal to turn my life into something approaching the pictures in the magazine.
Of course, she also chose that opportunity to introduce me to Jason, her lover of a year. Jason quickly became my lover, and then my tormenter in partnership with Fern.
What bothered me most was that I had promised Fern I would do anything she demanded. And the emphasis she placed on the word Aanything" made me truly worry about what lay ahead in my future. Unfortunately, my worries proved well?founded the next day.
We all woke about the same time in the morning. Fern looked over at me and laughed."What a sight you are today, willow!"
I'm sure I was. My blond wig had fallen off. There was still cum on my face from Jason, and my own cum had soaked through the clothes.
Fern jumped out of bed, and gently kicked me in the rear. Into the bathroom, sissy willow!"
I went to the bathroom, and Fern followed me. I stripped, and Fern handed me a bottle of lotion. "This is a depilatory. Rub it all over your body below your neck, wait 15 minutes, then shower it off. And that includes your dick and balls, too!"
I did as she said. Heck, I'd come this far there was no point in fighting this latest development. I rubbed the lotion on my body. As I did so the unmistakable sound of our bed creaking came from the bedroom. It was clear from the rhythm that Jason and Fern were making love, and rather strenuously at that.
I waited what I thought was 15 minutes before getting on the shower. I must have guessed right, because the shower washed all my body hair away. Here I was, getting my body ready for further feminization, and my wife was fucking her lover in our bed. I still couldn't answer the question in my head; was this what I had wanted in my fantasies? It had already gone much further than I'd ever dreamed, and yet ...
Well, I had no choice now, anyway. The video Jason and Fern had shot thus far ensured my continued cooperation. I washed the hair on my head, turned off the shower, and stepped out to dry off. The bed was still creaking as I dried myself.
I wondered whether I should stay in the bathroom till they were done when I heard Fern yell "Willow ... get ... out ... here!"
I went into the bedroom, and there was Fern, astride Jason, who was on his back thrusting up into her pussy, lifting her entire body as he did. Fern held her palm up to Jason, and he stopped.
Fern pointed to the chair, and said "Put those things on, willow." There was a black longline bra and black panties. The bra came down halfway to my hips. The cups were medium sized, but very well padded. Lace trimmed the top of the cups. Though the panels on the bra were of a lacy material with stemmed flowers raised up from the material, the wide ribs between the lace panels were stiff and strong. Again I put the bra on backwards, but it was so tight I had trouble turning it around.
When the cups rubbed against my nipples I realized how really sore they still were from the last night's torture.
The panties were of very high quality. Heavy material, but very smooth and soft. Lace trimmed the leg holes and waistband.
As I was dressing Fern had moved onto her back on the bed, and Jason was about to mount her in the traditional position. Fern pointed to the dresser. "There on the dresser is a bottle of nail polish I chose just for you. While Jason shows you how a real man fucks a woman, I want you to paint your toe nails."
I went to sit in the chair, but Fern pointed to the floor next to the bed. "I want your face to be at just the same level as we are, so you can get a good look." Of course, she didn't have to add that it was more humiliating to be on the floor than on the chair. The polish was red. A guy would call it fire engine red, but the cosmetics company called in "Fantasy in Red." It was very bright and shiny.
As I sat on the floor Jason started to really pound into Fern. She was thrashing around in pleasure; a sight I had never seen during our lovemaking. It took me 15 minutes to paint my toe nails, and Jason was still going hard. I waited another 10 or so while the polish fully dried, and still he was going strong. Despite my position, I was quite impressed. Then he drove deep into her with one final thrust, and both screamed in unison as they enjoyed a joint orgasm.
Jason gently lowered himself onto his back on the bed. He looked over at me and chuckled. "I guess she liked what she saw, Fern." He pointed to my panties, where my little cock was clearly quite hard. I started to rub it through the panties, and Fern leaped out of the bed and slapped me across the face, knocking me over sideways.
"From now on, willow, you will not touch yourself in that manner unless I say you can. It will not be that often, I assure you. And there will generally be some interesting things going on when it happens. But it only happens when I say so. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Fern." My face stung, and my erection had shrunk from the shock and pain of the slap.
"Now Jason and I are going to shower. While we do so you will change the sheets. Put on the good satin ones. When you are done that, you will squeeze fresh orange juice for us. Is that clear, willow?" Fern asked.
"Yes, dear," I said.
'Hmmm. Should I let you call me dear?" Fern mused aloud."Yes, I think I will. I still love you, after all. And do you still love me, willow?"
I responded that, of course I did, and for some reason added "I would do anything for you."
Fern's smile reminded me of the promise she extracted from me last night. "I think you probably will, but we shall see if you really mean it."
Fern turned to Jason. "Should willow call you dear, as well?"
Jason thought for a few seconds. "No. Not yet. I don't think one fucking and a blow job quite add up to her calling me dear. We'll see what the future brings." Jason and Fern smiled at each other. I did not like those smiles.
As Fern and Jason showered - giggling and gasping all the time - I removed the old sheets and took them to the laundry room, placing them in the washer and starting it. I then made the bed with the satin sheets. These were our special sheets, reserved for (what I had thought) were our special nights in bed. Now I was setting them on the bed for my wife to enjoy with her lover.
I then went downstairs to squeeze the orange juice. When I returned, Jason was wearing jeans and a rugby shirt. Fern was similarly dressed, with a slightly different shirt. Seeing them dressed like a couple drove home my new position in this relationship.
Fern pointed to the bed, and told me to dress in the clothes that were there. There was a black leather skirt, white blouse, and black pantyhose, which I put on first. My red toe nails showed clearly through the hose.
The skirt was nearly straight, but at least it came to a relatively modest length. Like the lingerie, it was high quality. The leather was soft and supple. Still, the narrow cut would keep me from taking long strides as I walked. It was pleated, with a waist band that buttoned in front, giving the illusion of a belt.
The blouse was also pleated, in the front, with shiny black stud buttons showing. The sleeves were full length, sheer, and a bit billowing. It was an interesting contrast to the tight, short skirt. Neither Jason nor Fern made any comment about my facility with buttoning a blouse with its buttons opposite from a man's shirt.
Of course, my black bra was easily visible through the material of the blouse.
After I put on these clothes I was handed a pair of open toed white shoes. The contrast with the black hose would catch people's eyes, so they would look and see my red toe nails. At least the shoes had moderate heels, about one inch tall.
Fern picked up her keys off the night table and threw them to Jason. "Would you please drive?"
I looked up in panic. "I can't go out like this! At least give me a wig, so I have a chance of not being noticed."
"What a sissy! Always worried about how you look. Just comb your own hair forward, and you should pass. At least from a half mile away, that is." Fern laughed a rather nasty laugh as she said this. "Besides, dear willow, you really have no choice." As she said this she picked up the video camera, and her threat was clear.
Jason took my elbow and guided me down the stairs, out the front door, and to the garage. Though I saw no neighbors, I was sure they were all watching me from behind their windows.
We got into the car (I was in the backseat, of course). We drove for half an hour, finally pulling into a strip mall I was unfamiliar with. At least, I thought, there doesn't seem any chance we'll run into anyone we knew.
It was still early, and there were no other customers walking around the parking lot. Jason pulled up in front of a store called "The Piercing Place." He and Fern got out of the car. Jason came around and opened my door and offered his hand, in an exaggerated show of gallantry.
He put his arm in mine, and we started walking to the store. "You walk well on heels, willow. Have you had much practice?" He chuckled. I did not answer.
Suddenly, he stopped, grabbed both my shoulders in a very tight grip, spun me to face him, and held me tight in front of him. "I asked you a question, young lady" he said quietly but firmly. Between his grip and the serious look on his face I found myself feeling very small and helpless at that moment.
In a soft voice I said "Yes, I do have a lot of practice walking in heels."
Jason's grip eased, the smile returned to his face, and he once again put his arm in mine and guided me to The Piercing Place.
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Keywords: Willow, Ch., How, Became, I, 03, Sissy,