Caught in Transition
Keywords: in, Caught, Transition,
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My wife had left for work, leaving me alone in the midst of a layoff down at the plant. I was a little depressed; thirty four years old, uncertain job future. I wondered how housewives managed. I laughed bitterly, thinking that I was now like a housewife.
Lying in bed, I rubbed my nipples, "I"m a housewife, look at my titties," I said in a fem voice. It actually felt pretty good, I had a hard on going as I continued to rub them. I looked at my wife"s underwear drawer. Should I? I got even harder just thinking about it. She would never know if I just played with her things a little. I got out her black, satin smooth panties and matching bra. She was not a skinny woman, not chunky either, but not skinny, I, on the other hand, was skinny. The panties fit well, except for my throbbing cock inside of them. I put the bra on too and continued playing with myself, the underwear felt so good on me. Except for the hair. Suddenly I was not so turned on anymore. I was laying here in women"s underwear with a hairy body. The illusion went away.
Would it be better if I shaved all of my hair off? That sounded like a time consuming job. Then again, I would be here alone a good eight hours before she came home.
In her bathroom, I found a woman"s electric shaver and hair remover. I quickly used the shaver to on my chest, arms and legs. The back was another matter, it was hairy and my arms were not made of rubber. I went ahead and put the hair remover all over my shaven areas, waited the four minutes and jumped in the shower. It was tingling, almost burning and I wondered if I had made a serious mistake. Holy cow! I just realized that she would find out I had shaved all of my body hair off. I stood in the shower, hairless in the water spray, realizing that she would certainly notice that I had no body hair anymore. Even through the fear, I realized that the hairless feeling was erotic. My nipples were even more sensitive now as I played with them, and my cock was rock hard.
I got out of the shower and put on her lacey bra and panties. I reminded myself that I was trying to feel like a woman. I let my defenses down and enjoyed the lacey material on my hairless body. I went into the bedroom and took out her makeup. Sitting in front of the bed, looking in the dresser mirror, I applied makeup to my face, it was such a turn on, I thought I was going to squirt when I applied her bright, red lipstick to my lips. I was beginning to look like a woman. I used the eyebrow pencil, then eyeliner, not realizing that I did not have a clue as to how to wash off make up after it was applied. I looked feminine. Then I began to walk around the house.
I did not walk like a woman. I turned on the television and watched the Style channel. Watching women walking down the catwalk, I realized that they put one foot directly in front of the other, this way, their hips, thighs and ass moved in a very sexy way.
Imitating them, I began to walk that way, and bent my hands at the wrist as I walked, I was really beginning to enjoy the feminine me. I did not have a wig, but I did have long, black hair, I simply combed it out. I began to prance around like a woman.
I wondered what it was for a woman when she was taken by a man. I knew how it felt from the male point of view, being the taker, but how would it feel to be the taken? To let myself go in the arms of a strong, controlling man. Was I going to far with this? It was just fantasy, it did not mean that I was a sissy or anything, I was just playing around.
I was still hard as a rock, even, I realized, thinking about a man taking me in his arms. I laid down on the couch, rubbing myself, my eyes closed in rapture as I imagined being a woman, being fondled by a hot man.
The door to the living room looks directly inside the house, which normally would not mean anything, but when I did open my eyes, my older neighbor was staring inside, a look of shock on his face.
Oh no, I was caught and the first thing I imagined was the whole neighborhood finding out. I ran to the door and opened it, pulling Jim inside. Jim was about ten years older than I was, taller and muscular.
"What the hell are you doing?" he asked, a horrified look on his face.
"Jim," I said in my normal voice, "I was just depressed from being out of work, one thing led to another, I found myself like this, please, don"t tell anybody." It hit us both at the same time that we were standing there like a man and woman almost in an embrace as I held onto him after pulling him inside.
He looked down into my face, and that is when I first really felt like a woman. He was turned on by me, as a woman. We looked at each other first in horror, then, he moved his lips down to mine, gently kissing them at first, then pressing hard into me, holding me tight I eagerly opened my red lips for his probing tongue. He kissed down to my neck, put his hand inside of my bra, rubbing my nipples, he raised the bra up and began licking and sucking on them as he rubbed my bulging cock through my panties. I began to moan in my feminine voice.
"You are so hot," he whispered as I began removing his clothes, they could not come off fast enough. Finally I held his throbbing cock in my hands, it was longer than my own. I began to lick the head, I had never sucked cock before so it would be a learning experience. I sucked just the head into my mouth as he moaned in delight. His moans turned me on as I worked to please my man. I licked down the shaft, sucking his balls then sucking on his cock again as he began to gently thrust into my mouth.
I was enjoying servicing him, I was thrilled to be his woman as he continued to gently thrust as I continued to suck. Finally, I felt his cock throbbing hard in my mouth, I kept my mouth locked on his cock as he shot hard into my mouth, almost gagging but I kept my lips locked around his cock as he continued to pump into it. I swallowed all of it, and kept sucking as the main spasm subsided. Finally, I pulled my mouth off, and looked up at him. I realized what a woman saw when she looked into her man"s face, I was learning more and more what it felt like to be the giver of such pleasure. That was even more of a turn on.
He pulled me up and kissed me again, holding me gently.
"That was great," he hotly whispered into my ear. What is your name honey?"
My name was Don, but as a woman, "Call me Donna," I said in my feminine voice.
"You are hot Donna."
"Yeah Donna, you are hot," I heard Jim"s wife say from the door.
I turned, Geez, would the whole freaking neighborhood be turning out to see me as a woman?
His wife, Beth walked in, smiling. "When Jim didn"t come back from getting the paper, I thought I would see what was keeping him, I didn"t know there was a hot woman living here with my neighbors Don and Michelle."
I was worried, she did not seem angry to catch her husband in the arms of another man who was dressed as a woman, but this was not exactly the kind of situation people found themselves in every day.
"Let"s sit down," Beth said, gesturing toward the couch.
I nervously moved to the couch, sitting between Beth and Jim.
She lit a cigarette and offered me one.
"I don"t smoke," I said nervously in my man voice.
"Honey," Beth began, "speak in your beautiful fem voice, and, since you like to suck, I think you"ll enjoy smoking, it"s a cock sucker"s substitute," she laughed, putting a cigarette in my lips and lighting it. I nervously inhaled, coughing, then began to get the hang of it.
"That"s right, you have to smoke like a girl too dear," she said, demonstrating the fem way of smoking, which I imitated.
"You do look attractive," she said, looking me over, she was not even paying attention to her silent husband, "make up and hair needs adjusting though," she said, thoughtfully. "Jim, go get my pink styling box," she said to her masculine husband.
"Okay honey," he said casually, winking at me as he left.
"Was that your first taste of cock?" She asked when her husband had gone.
"Yes," I replied in my fem voice.
"From the way you performed, I assumed you liked it?"
"It was great," I replied.
"Is this your first time dressing up?"
"Yeah."
"How did you like giving yourself to a man."
"It felt so, different, to let myself be taken that way, it was thrilling," I said eagerly.
Beth smiled. She was an attractive woman in her early forties, blond with large breasts and a tight body. "Honey, I don"t think you"ll be happy being a man anymore," she giggled, "When men discover that giddy feeling of being taken, and enjoy it, they are never the same."
I did not care. I should, I guess, but I did not. I was enjoying my feminine role, and girl talk with my new girlfriend Beth. We laughed and talked about fem stuff even when her husband returned and she began doing my hair.
Jim watched, touching me sometimes and telling me how hot I looked as his wife worked on my hair and make up. This was all well and good, but what about the end of the day, when my wife came home? I tried not to think about it, but it was going to happen and I would have to deal with it.
"Let"s get some clothes for you," Beth said, "show me Michelle"s closet."
We walked to the bedroom where I opened the closet, Beth smiling as we discussed the different outfits.
By lunch time, we had selected an outfit, a black skirt with lacey black blouse, with a necklace, no earrings because I was not pierced.
"Let"s go to lunch," Beth smiled.
Did they mean, her and her husband go to lunch? I had not even thought about leaving the house.
"Where would you like to go for lunch Donna?" Beth asked.
"Well," I stammered, uncertain of what to say. The idea of going outside or anywhere dressed like this was at once frightening and thrilling.
"We"ll go to the mall," Beth decided, "plenty of choices up there," she took my by the arm and led us out to the car. "Don"t be so tense," she laughed, "have another cigarette," she offered me her pack, I took one and lit it.
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Keywords: in, Caught, Transition,