Turning Summer Ch. 2
Keywords: 2, Ch., Summer, Turning,
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It was the week before the 4th of July and summer had officially begun. Two months before my wife Kathy had given me my first bikini. She said she wanted to put some new life into our relationship and I wanted to do whatever I could to make her happy. My appearance had changed a lot since then but it didn't occur to me that anything was out of the ordinary.
My wife's explanations for the changes that she wanted me to make always seemed extremely reasonable. She encouraged my new look every step of the way and was forever coming up with suggestions so that I would look even sexier. I now kept my body waxed and my toenails painted. With my bleached hair and body piercings, I felt hip like I never did before.
I liked the shorts and belly-shirts Kathy had me wear on the weekends. At first, it did seem a little odd. But, as Kathy said, it only made sense to wear the little cropped t-shirts. I had, after all, gone through the trouble to have my naval pierced. After all, what was the point if no one was going to see it? The thick-soled flip-flip flops were fun and funky and comfortable and they showed off my feet, decorated with nail polish, toe-ring and anklet.
Lots of the tiny shirts Kathy bought me had slogans on the front like "girls rule," or "hot stuff," or "sexy sweetheart." They were usually some color like pink or orange or lime. I liked the ones that had the hello kitty or other cute graphics on them a little better. I didn't mind the colors so much but I wondered about wearing a shirt that said "100% fox" across the front. Kathy said I was being silly and that they were just advertising slogans.
Something else was also bothering me. Lately, I noticed that as we walked through the mall, I became increasingly aware of the heads that turned to watch us pass. I mentioned it to Kathy.
"Get used to it hottie," my wife grinned.
"But a lot them are…guys!"
It was true. As time went on, it was clear that more men gave me the once-over than girls.
My wife reassured me.
"You look cool," she said. "They probably want to crib your style."
Then she laughed and added, "We'll have to make sure we stay one step ahead."
One day we had been shopping at the mall and I was waiting for Kath outside the ladies room with our packages. I was sipping a diet sprite, just standing there, when this older guy bumped into me.
"Are you okay honey?" he said, touching my bare upper arm. He was smiling at me in this way that made me feel really…different. No one had ever smiled at me like that before. "I didn't hurt you did I, sweetheart?"
I was too stunned to say anything so I just smiled bashfully and shook my head "no." The guy kept looking at me until his elderly wife yanked him by the elbow.
"Oh for goodness sake Harold," the old woman said. "She's young enough to be your granddaughter. Let's go."
The old man winked as he was led away.
I told my wife what happened when she emerged from the bathroom.
"He thought I was a girl Kathy," I said, clearly upset. "And I think other people might think that, too."
Kathy didn't seem surprised.
"So what," she shrugged. "Androgyny is in."
"Do you really like me like this," I asked on day. I was wearing a pair of lavender-and-white cotton shorts and a lavender belly t with the word "kissable" spelled out in glitter across my chest. "Do you really think I look sexier like this?"
"Of course sweetie," my beautiful wife said. "I think you are just adorable."
That was all I needed to hear. I wore the butt-plug and cocksleeve pretty much all the time now. Kathy said it was a good idea for me to get used to the chastity device on a full-time basis. It would help train me, she said, and make me look that much smoother inside my sexy swimsuits. It wasn't just the swimsuits any more, either. The skimpier new outfits that I had begun to wear on the weekends required that I didn't have any lumps or bulges.
I really did want to look my best. And besides, Kathy said, I acted so much sexier now that I was wearing the plug and sleeve. I wasn't sure what she meant. It was true that I was hot all the time now. I don't know. I guess, come to think of it, I was a lot more cooperative. Sometimes I wondered why, if Kathy found me so much more sexier lately, we didn't actually have any sex at all. I didn't want to ruin everything so I didn't ask her. I figured all good things in time.
By this time, Kathy had already taken me to see the plastic surgeon. Dr. Wallach was a tall, dark, taciturn woman who scared me a little. She seldom spoke to me directly but seemed quite friendly to Katy. When I mentioned this to my wife, she laughed and said I was just being my silly insecure self again. I had to admit, I was pretty insecure lately. Kathy said a little plastic surgery would do wonders for my self-esteem. I crossed my fingers and hoped she was right.
Whenever we went to Dr. Wallach's office, I'd sit quietly on the edge of my chair, my hands folded in my lap while Kathy and the doctor discussed the alterations they planned to make. Dr. Wallach had my photograph scanned into her computer and she and Kathy would point out areas that needed improvement. They were able to tell what I would look like after the procedures, but they never let me see the "finished" me and I was too intimidated by Dr. Wallach to ask. Only later, when it was over, could I check myself in the mirror, and by then it was too late. They had already made minor changes to my cheekbones, my lips, and even the shape of my eyes. It happened so slowly, you could almost not notice.
We had our July 4th picnic only this year Kathy asked me if it would be okay if we just limited to our friends Mary Pat and Bob. I knew Kathy had been out for lunch with Mary Pat several times since, but I hadn't seen Bob since our Memorial Day barbecue. I said it was fine by me if we just had the two of them. I was a little nervous about seeing Bob again. He seemed rather hostile the last time they were over, but I figured it was better than facing a whole yard full of relatives. I was beginning to discover that not everyone was willing to understand when you wanted to change your image a little.
Kathy let me wear my most masculine outfit for the barbeque: a green bikini brief and a matching green jersey top that left my flat, brown belly bare. Bob liked basketball so I figured he would like the top. It was made out of a clingy ribbed material and had a gold "69" stenciled across the front. I slipped my feet into a pair of black japanese style straw sandals and tried to calm myself. Kathy saw me fussing at myself in the mirror and made an attempt to reassure me.
"You look great darling," she said. She smiled gently. "Don't worry. I don't think Bob will give you a hard time."
It was a great day for a pool party—hot and sunny. Bob seemed a little subdued and not at all like he was the last time. Mary Pat immediately commented on how much she liked my new look. She asked me where I had my hair done and wanted to know if I thought Bob would look good with his hair bleached and styled. I saw Bob give me a sidelong glance from his plate. I smiled and told his wife that I thought he would look really cool with his hair done. Maybe I went too far and I could feel myself blushing but I told Mary Pat that I thought Bob would look really cute in a bikini, too. Mary Pat clapped her hands delighted.
"Did you hear that Bobby?"
Bob blushed, mumbled something, and just kept eating. I felt a little sorry for him. The three of us—I almost said "girls"—the three of us talked about shopping, styles, and tv shows. Ever since I started dressing differently, Kathy had started talking to me differently than she had before. She started telling me about her girl friends, who was talking, who wasn't. She told me about their relationships, their jobs, their affairs. It was the kind of stuff that I would have called gossip a short time ago but now I found it all absolutely engrossing. I could talk like this all night. I guess this was partly what Kathy meant by us getting closer. Still I noticed that while Kathy, Mary Pat, and I were talking Bob seemed left out.
Later on, we had dessert. Well, everyone else had dessert. I had a lowfat yogurt cup and some diced pineapple. I was down to 120 pounds but I still had that five stubborn extra pounds to lose. Bob had finished his desert and stalked off to the pool to swim laps. I poured Mary Pat and Kathy a fresh cup of coffee and headed off to the pool.
I stood at the side of the pool and watched Bob's muscular body cut through the water. Even though we owned a pool, I'd never been a particularly strong swimmer. And lately I seemed to be even more timid of the water than usual. I didn't even like to swim anymore, preferring instead to float on a raft in the sun while working on my tan and reading a romance novel.
Bob reached the side of the pool, tossed the water back from his dark curly hair, and wiped his face with his large, strong hands.
"Coming in?"
I smiled. "Okay."
I kicked off my sandals and still wearing my top I descended the ladder into the shallow end. The cold water lapped against my naked belly.
"Ohhhh," I said and clasped my arms.
"You'll get used to it," Bob said and splashed me.
"Yikes!" I squealed and threw my hands up. "Don't"
"Okay, okay you little sissy, " Bob said. He had called me a "sissy" but there wasn't any meanness in his voice. "Aren't you going to take your shirt off?"
I shrugged. I didn't know how to explain it but lately I preferred to keep my chest covered. I just liked the way it looked better.
"No," I said. "I rather keep it on."
Bob grunted. "Suit yourself."
He waded around a little and I tried to think of something to talk to him about. It was strange. I never felt so at a loss for words.
"It's a nice night," I said.
"Yeah."
I sensed that Bob felt uncomfortable, too. He was usually so confident and at ease. I guess I could understand why he might have felt a little left out when we were with the girls.
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Keywords: 2, Ch., Summer, Turning,