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Gerald, Shelly and Lisa (A short, sweet tale - at least for Shelly and Lisa)
Gerald's marriage had its good points and its not so good points. He and Shelly got along wonderfully and she even seemed to be accepting of his occasional desire to crossdress. In fact, when first married, she'd readily admitted to him that she had briefly been involved in a lesbian relationship prior to meeting him, but had found that she missed having access to a real penis in such a relationship.
Lately, he'd noticed that she'd been spending more and more time with a new friend, Lisa. Girls' nights out were becoming more and more frequent and seemed to last later and later into the night as time progressed. Lisa was gorgeous, he had to admit, and he found her exceptionally attractive, but he was becoming increasingly afraid that Shelly was falling into another lesbian relationship. One that might destroy their marriage.
At the same time, he'd always dreamed of having three way sex with his wife and another woman; and, honestly speaking, Lisa seemed to him like the perfect candidate for such an encounter. She was absolutely gorgeous. When he'd first suggested the idea of a ménage à trois to Shelly a couple of years earlier, she'd not been entirely dismissive, but merely said she had no idea who they could enlist to participate with them. Other than an occasional comment or reference to this fantasy in passing, the entire issue had since lain dormant.
Then came the Friday afternoon, just after they each had come home from work, that Shelly approached him with her own idea.
"Gerry," she said, sounding somewhat seductive and staring at her fingers playing with a button on the front of his shirt. "I know you've always wanted to have a three way with me and, well, I recently suggested the same thing to my friend, Lisa."
"Really?" he responded, trying to quell his enthusiasm. Yes, he was excited to hear this; but he didn't want to look too enthusiastic, lest Shelly thought the wrong thing. "What did she say?"
"Well, actually, she was quite receptive to the idea," Shelly replied plainly, still playing with the button.
"She was?" he asked, still trying to contain too great an outward expression of the excitement he was feeling.
"I know how much this has always been a fantasy of yours and, up until now, I've never done anything to accommodate it," she answered coyly. "I'd like to do so now, but I just have one condition."
"What's that?" becoming more and more intrigued.
"Well, you just have to accommodate a fantasy of mine at the same time," she replied matter-of-factly, looking innocently up into his eyes.
"That's fair, I guess," he responded, somewhat hesitantly, but still quite interested. "What fantasy is that?"
"I want to be completely in charge of everything the whole time the three of us are together - to be in complete control," she replied innocently. "Do you think you can handle that?"
"When you say 'completely in charge', what are you talking about?" he asked, a little nervous about what she'd have in mind. He wasn't really into B&D or anything like that and it sure sounded to him like she might be what she was suggesting.
"What's the matter?" she answered with a hint of reprimand, a hint of tease and a question of her own. "Don't you trust me?"
"Sure I trust you," he replied defensively. "I just wanted to know what I'd be letting myself in for first."
"If you really trusted me, you wouldn't worry about things like that," she responded, sounding and acting hurt.
"I'm sorry," he apologized, not wanting to blow this opportunity. "I didn't mean to suggest that I don't trust you. It's just so sudden. You suddenly arranged to fulfill this fantasy of mine like this after so much time. I thought there must be some kind of a catch."
"Well, actually, there is," she admitted almost sheepishly while letting go of his shirt and stepping back. "I told Lisa about your occasional crossdressing and she insists you to be completely dressed as a woman and made up when she first comes over or she won't even consider doing it."
"You're kidding?" he responded incredulously, thinking excitedly about having both of his fantasies met at the same time; but, at the same time, he was nervous about letting anyone other than his wife see him crossdressed. He'd never done that before.
"Look, I know you're not used to being dressed in front of other people," she explained somewhat sympathetically. "But, I promise Lisa won't make fun of you or tell anyone else about you crossdressing. She really likes the idea of you being another 'girl' with the two of us.
"In fact, she wants you to look as feminine as you possibly can," Shelly continued. "You see, Lisa isn't really into men that much. Several years ago, she was raped and beaten bad enough to be hospitalized for three days. She thinks you might be a little less threatening to her if you were crossdressed when she came over - especially if I was completely in control of things.
"Do you think you'd be willing to do that?" she finally asked directly, looking him square in the eyes.
"Sure," he replied, thinking this a reasonable demand and feeling his rapidly hardening cock straining in his pants. "I can do that."
"Remember," she reminded him severely, "I'm to be completely in charge about everything the whole time she's here or the deal is off. Do you agree?"
"Of course I agree," he responded wholeheartedly. "You know I'd do almost anything to experience something like that."
"Take the 'almost' condition you put on that out and I'll make it happen," she stated with definite determination. "You have to trust me implicitly and solemnly promise to do anything I tell you to unconditionally as long as she's here, or it's not going to happen."
"Okay, okay," he finally relented, his libido totally overwhelming his hesitation. "If it means that much to you and it's the only way this is going to happen, I trust you completely and I promise to let you be in charge of everything the whole time she's here."
"Great!" she responded her own enthusiasm now showing as she almost bounced around the room. "Now go get showered and changed into the outfit I already laid out on the bed for you, while I put the finishing touches on dinner. Be sure you shave first."
"Shave?" he asked quizzically. He'd shaved that morning and didn't think his "five-o'clock shadow" was that obvious. In fact, his blonde beard was rather sparse and wispy.
"I don't want to see any hair, anywhere between your eyebrows and your toes," she instructed. "That includes your armpits, your chest, your legs and your crotch - got it?"
"Really?" he responded, almost in disbelief. "I've never shaved my legs and underarms before, let alone pubes, even when I crossdressed."
"Lisa made it clear, she wants you fully shaved first; and I agree," Shelly insisted adamantly. "And that includes those dozen or so hairs on your chest.
"I never really told you before," she added as an after thought, "but I really don't like all that body hair myself anyway. I've never said anything about it before because I love you so much."
"I don't know..." he voice trailed off, feeling a little nervous.
"You agreed to let me be completely in charge," she reminded him reproachfully.
"I agreed you were to be in charge as long as Lisa was here," he responded, hoping the technicality would help him avoid or at least delay shaving so extensively.
"Well..., when she gets here, I want you already shaved and dressed," she countered sternly. "I don't want to have to waste time making you do it then, when you could just as easily do right it now; but I will, if you don't do it now. So you may as well just shower and shave everywhere now and get it over with."
"I guess so," he relented, feeling completely defeated on the subject.
He headed through their bedroom and into the bathroom, excitedly noting the lingerie, foundation garment and brand new pink and white print party dress laid out on the bed for him as he went past.
"Remember to use some lotion after you shave; and, be sure to use some of my body powder and perfume after you dry off," she called out after him.
Nearly twenty minutes later, after struggling especially to shave his legs for the first time, he came back out into the bedroom and began dressing in the clothes laid out for him. First he slid the pink panties, with the white lace trim up his freshly shaved legs, noting the wonderful sensation of the nylon sliding along the now smooth skin. He then put on the matching bra, with the sewn in C cup inserts, struggling slightly with the hooks behind his back.
The lightly boned corset was the most difficult item to put on. It seemed like it was at least two sizes too small for him. He felt like he could barely breathe once he finally had it on; and the laces on the back hadn't even been tightened yet.
Almost unable to bend over enough because of the corset to put on the nylons, he fought hard to get them each smoothed and up high enough on his legs to attach the garters coming off the corset. The sensation of the nylons sliding onto his freshly shaved legs caused his cock to stiffen up to the point that the head almost felt like it was going to burst.
He was just about to pull his cock out and masturbate, when Shelly walked into the bedroom, saw what he was doing and said, "No you don't! None of that!" brushing his hands aside, then adding, "I came in here to see what's taking you so long. Lisa's already here and dinner's almost ready to be served. Hurry up, gurl. You're holding everything up."
Then glancing down at the garters on the outside of his panties, she said, "That'll never do." She quickly undid the garters one at a time, slid them inside the panty legs and redid them. "If you leave the garters outside of your panties, going to the bathroom will be a real challenge. Besides, they'd get in the way for what's coming later."
She then turned him around facing away from her and started roughly tightening up the laces on the corset, saying, "Obviously you can't do this for yourself."
"Not so tight," he complained as the corset began really restricting his chest and abdomen. "I can hardly breathe."
"Stop complaining like a weak little boy and learn to take it like a woman does," she responded as she tied a bow on the last lace. "Women have had to put up with stuff like this for centuries. Not only that, but you've only put up with a little bit of what we do every day for two minutes. We spend our entire lives paying for beauty with our own pain, one way or another."
Standing up straight, she turned him back around to face her again. Then she looked him squarely in the eye again and said, "Now get your makeup on, put on your dress and shoes and meet us out in the living room. I'll have a drink waiting for you when you get there."
As she left the room again, he sat down at her makeup table and began doing his best at making up his face. He'd had a little practice over the years, so even though it was rather amateurish, it wasn't too bad. Once he thought he'd done a pretty good job, he went back to the bed and slid the pink and white party dress over his head, zipping up the back zipper the best he could. He slid the white 1" heel pumps on his feet and quickly headed out into the living room.
"There she is," Shelly said as Gerald entered the living room. "She just loves to make an entrance like that. Didn't I tell you she cleaned up nice?"
"Not much of a waist or hips, the eyebrows need separating and shaping, and the makeup could use a little help," Lisa observed dryly, looking Gerald over and acting like he was an object rather than a person. "But, otherwise, you're right, she looks pretty good."
"We'll deal with those issues in time," Shelly said quietly aside to Lisa. "But, at least you've got to admit, her face is certainly pretty enough."
Then turning to and addressing Gerald, she added, "Here, love, have a seat and a drink," as she indicated the space on the couch next to Lisa and handed him the Long Island Ice Tea she had just made especially for him.
"Oh, that tastes good after a hot day like today was," he replied after taking a sip of the already deceptive beverage.
"Why don't you two get better acquainted while I get dinner served," Shelly suggested as she stood up and headed toward the kitchen. "I'll call you when it's on the table."
Gerald could barely believe what was happening. Here he was, crossdressed, seated next to this absolutely gorgeous woman and his wife was actually encouraging him to get intimate with this beauty.
He turned toward Lisa. She carefully placed her hands on either side of his face and gently pulled him into a kiss full on her lips. He felt the sensuous meeting of two lipsticked pair of lips and greeted the union with passion. She gently pushed her tongue through his lips and started moving it sensuously and suggestively in and out of his mouth. He couldn't help but respond by gently sucking on her tongue as it symbolically fucked his mouth.
She pulled his hand up to her breast where he felt her hardening nipple through the front of her shiny blue satin tank top and currently hidden bra. Her hands began exploring his fake tits through the front of his dress. One hand dropped down to his lap, then slid down the skirt of his dress to the hem and immediately up underneath it. Momentarily, she found his hardening cock inside the pink nylon panties he was wearing and started stroking it, pausing momentarily to smear the precome that was leaking through them over the engorged and encased cock head.
"Do you like being a girl for me?" she asked sweetly, as she backed off from kissing him briefly but kept teasing his cock head.
"God yes," he replied, his head almost swimming from the sensations.
"Don't you wish we could do this all the time?" she asked on, her hand still playing with his cock through the panties.
"Yes. Yes. Yes!" he replied, feeling like he was about to come any second.
"So do I," she said, looking him in the eye and increasing the speed of the hand under his skirt.
Just then, Shelly stepped back into the room and said, "Enough of that, you two! Dinner's on the table. Quickly finish your drinks and come in to the dining room."
Doing as they were told, Lisa and Gerald separated and picked up the remains of their drinks. Gerald, having barely started his, chugged it down and Lisa finished hers in two small swallows.
Other than Lisa repeatedly finding excuses to brush her nylon encased foot against his nylon encased leg under the table, dinner passed pretty much uneventfully.
When they were finished, Shelly looked at Gerald and said, "I fixed dinner. You load up and start the dishwasher. We'll be waiting for you in the living room."
He did as told. After all, he'd agreed that she would be in charge while Lisa was there and it only seemed fair since he'd had time alone with Lisa while Shelly fixed and served dinner.
When he was finished, he came out into the living room and saw the two girls in an erotic embrace on the same couch he and Lisa had been making out on before dinner. An embrace that included hands repeatedly disappearing under each other's clothes, searching for intimate parts of each other's bodies. He stood there briefly watching and getting excited by the lesbian scene unfolding in front of him.
"Don't just stand there," Shelly scolded when she saw him standing there. Get over here and lift up your skirt, so we can see your panties and the outline of that large clit of yours."
He walked over in front of the two women and lifted up the front of his skirt, giving them a clear view of what was underneath.
Shelly reached out and started stroking her hand across the front of the nylon encased cock with one hand as she played with one of Lisa's nipples through her top and bra with the other.
"She really has a pretty clit, doesn't she," Shelly said to Lisa as she continued.
"Mmm hmm," Lisa concurred, licking her lips and lust in her eyes.
"Would you like to suck on it?" Shelly asked.
"Very much so," Lisa replied greedily.
"In time you will," Shelly said. "But first, I want both of you to lick mine - at the same time."
With that, she pulled up the full skirt she was wearing, exposing her shaved and naked crotch, then spread her legs wide apart. Gerald was surprised at this since she'd never shaved there before in their entire marriage. Having never seen it shaven before, he found his wife's bare pussy, framed by her garters and stockings, more exciting and inviting than ever before.
Lisa got up out of her seat, knelt down next to Gerald and, encouraging him to do the same, leaned forward toward Shelly's gleaming wet pussy. Gerald then leaned in next to her and stuck out his tongue trying to reach Shelly's clit at the same time as Lisa did.
As they competed for position and access to Shelly's waiting clit, they couldn't help but intertwine their tongues with each other. Shelly pulled Lisa back for a moment in order to pull the latter's tank top off, revealing her breasts barely contained in the matching deep blue satin D cup bra. Lisa immediately went back to competing with Gerald for access to Shelly's clit.
After several minutes of sustained licking, Shelly suddenly cried out loudly and shook as she violently came.
"That was good," she commented as she caught her breath. "Really good. I could do that all day long every day, but I need a break first."
As she rose from her seat on the couch, she smoothed down her skirt and said, "Okay, Lisa. Your turn. Lift your skirt and get up on the seat."
Lisa stood and raised her flared skirt above her waist, her panties still on, and sat down on the couch. Shelly knelt down next to Gerald and leaned forward toward Lisa's crotch, pulling his head forward behind her with her hand as she did. He immediately noted her bare, smooth legs leading up to the inviting crotch.
As Lisa's legs spread further apart, Sherry began licking through the panties. Gerald leaned in next to his wife and noted, as his face got closer, that Lisa's smell was quite different hers - not bad, just different.
As his tongue touched the panties, he further noted that she felt different. There was less give and Lisa's crotch seemed to be pushing out somehow against the panties.
After a couple of minutes of licking through the panties, Shelly pulled him back slightly and started pulling Lisa's panties down as Lisa lifted herself slightly off the couch. As they did so, a large cock suddenly sprung out from between her legs right in front of Gerald's face.
Startled, he pulled back suddenly. Shelly, anticipating this, grabbed him by the back of the head and forced him back in front of the engorged member as she leaned in and started licking the turgid member from base to tip. She pushed Gerald's face in closer and said, "Lick!"
He reluctantly stuck out his tongue and let it barely touch the side of the shemale penis. Shelly pushed his face even closer until his nose was in contact with it and again demanded "Lick! You promised I would be in charge and this is what I want you to do."
"But I never agreed to lick somebody's cock!" he objected, trying vainly to pull himself away.
"No," she conceded. "Instead, you promised to do anything I told you to, unconditionally. Didn't you!?!"
Realizing that he had, he said, "Maybe so, but I never thought you were going to ask me to do something like this."
"What difference does that make?" she said, still holding his resisting head so close to the throbbing cock the odor filled his nostrils and he could literally feel the heat coming off of it. "A promise is a promise."
"But...," he started to object again.
"But nothing!" she cut him off firmly. "If you can't keep a promise this simple, how can I trust you to keep any promise - like, say, our wedding promises."
"This doesn't have anything to do...,"
"Look," she cut him off again angrily. "You're the one who wanted a ménage à trois so badly and if we're going to have one, this is how we're going to have it. I went all this way to accommodate your fantasy and you even promised to do whatever I told you to. You either accept it this way or you can consider our marriage through."
"But...,"
She cut him off by violently pushing his head forward until Lisa penis was pushed up against his cheek.
"Now I not only want you to lick it," she said as she held him tightly there. "Now I want you to suck on it."
With that she grabbed Lisa's cock with her other hand and forced it through Gerald's lips.
Holding his head by his hair, she forced it up and down so that Lisa's cock moved in and out of his mouth rhythmically and he had no choice but suck on it. She unrelentingly continued pulling and pushing his head on the shemale "clit" like this for several minutes. As Lisa started to stiffen up, Shelly quickly pulled Gerald back off and away from the intruding member right before Lisa prematurely came.
"Good girl," Shelly said, pointedly addressing him, as she allowed him to back off. "Now it's your turn, Geraldine. Get up on the couch, pull up your skirt and spread your legs so we can get at your clit."
He did as he was told, pulling up his skirt and spreading his legs. Lisa knelt back down on the floor next to Shelly and leaned forward to start licking his erect penis. While Lisa was doing that, Shelly pulled off her own top, revealing her black bra encased breasts, then reached over and undid Lisa's bra, freeing her D size breasts to swing completely freely.
Shelly reached down and started stroking Gerald's cock through the panties with one hand as she fondled Lisa's breasts with the other. "Pretty, aren't they?" she asked as his member started getting hard again. "Looking at these beautiful boobs, it's hard to believe she got such a big clit between her legs, isn't it?"
"Mmm hmm," he responded dreamily as he reacted to her ministrations.
Taking her hands away for a moment, she released her own bra. She then directed Lisa to pull his cock out of his panties and start sucking on it. As Lisa expertly licked and sucked his cock to near orgasm, Shelly cradled the trans-girl's breasts in her hands and said, "Do you like my breasts?"
"Yes," he responded breathlessly. "Of course I love your breasts."
"Do you like Lisa's breasts?"
"Mmm hmm," he answered, leaning back and trying to control the urge to come.
Seeing how close he was to coming, she gently pulled Lisa back and stopped her from sucking on his rigid member.
"These are nice," she said as she ran her hands over the bra and fake tits he was wearing. "Too bad they're not real."
Still in a near trance from the expert blow job he'd been receiving, he merely responded again with, "Mmm hmm."
As he started to relax from his near orgasm, she directed Lisa to start sucking again. She got up on her feet, leaned forward and fed one of her breasts into his mouth as Lisa's actions again started bringing him near to an orgasm.
"Breasts are nice, aren't they?" she asked as he suckled on her nipple.
"Mmm hmm," he replied again, his mouth sucking on Sherry's nipple and Lisa's mouth on delighting his cock.
"They're nice to look at, nice to feel and nice to have," she commented in an offhanded manner.
"Mmmmm," he responded, totally wrapped up in what was happening to him.
"Don't you wish you had real boobs inside your bra too?" she asked, fully aware of how involved his mind currently was.
"Mmm hmm," he replied, not really thinking about what she'd said and he'd just agreed with.
"Good," she responded with a sense of finality, adding matter-of-factly "Because soon you will."
"What?" he said, suddenly leaning back and disengaging his mouth from her breast. "What did you just say?"
"Nothing important," Shelly responded, leaning back and standing up. "Anybody for another drink? I'm parched."
Gerald tried to think about what she'd said, but Lisa's expert blow job was far too distracting for him to think clearly at all.
Momentarily Shelly came back wearing a very realistic strap-on dildo and carrying a tray of drinks for each of them. "Here," she said, handing one to Gerald and setting the tray with the other two drinks on an end table. Unbeknownst to Gerald, his had been laced with rhohypnol, a so-called "date rape" drug.
She then knelt behind Lisa and gently eased the dildo into Lisa's behind until her thighs firmly met Lisa's behind. Lisa continued sucking on Gerald's cock as Shelly started pumping the dildo in and out of the willing asshole.
Gerald leaned back and took a few fast swallows of the refreshing liquid as the expert blow job again brought him closer and closer to orgasm. Momentarily, he ejaculated violently into Lisa's mouth. She swallowed nearly all of it and after he began to recover, she stood, pulling briefly off of the dildo, leaned forward and started to kiss him on the mouth. Before he realized what was happening, she pushed the remains of his cum into his mouth.
As he started to react, she placed her hand over his mouth and pinched his nose closed, forcing him to swallow. Once he had, she eased herself back onto the waiting dildo, smiled at him and with one hand fondled her boobs in front of him, saying, "Just wait. The best is yet to come."
Unaccustomed to the flavor of his semen and feeling slightly nauseated by the thought of what had just happened, he grabbed the rest of his drink and downed it in one long swallow.
Momentarily, he felt his head starting to swim, initially thinking he had drunk too fast and was getting an alcohol rush and totally unaware of the rhohypnol Shelly had slipped into his drink as she made it. Now rapidly becoming disoriented, he barely reacted as Shelly stood and urged him up onto his hands and knees. He hardly noticed when Lisa eased her cock into his ass and made no objection as Shelly pushed the dildo which had just been in Lisa's ass into his mouth.
In a haze he felt the pleasant feeling of the shemale cock fucking his ass and he absentmindedly sucked on the dildo as the world whirled around him.
He passed into unconsciousness a short while later.
When he woke, he found himself naked, spread-eagled on the bed; his hands and feet tied to the bed posts of the four poster and light streaming in through the venetian blinds. Something big was in his mouth. Something else big was in his ass and his butt cheeks felt like they'd each been stung multiple times by a bee.
"Oh, good, you're awake finally," Shelly commented as she walked fully and casually dressed into the room, followed closely by Lisa, who was only wearing a collar on a leash and a thong but otherwise naked. Now knowing Lisa's true sexuality, he was amazed to see how much she still looked genetically female when her cock was even partially hidden. "Did you sleep well?"
"Mmmph," he said, trying to talk with the unknown object in his mouth.
"Oh, sorry," she apologized as she undid the strap behind his neck and gently pulled out the penis gag. "Now, did you sleep well?"
"I don't know," he responded, flexing his aching jaw. "The last thing I remember, you two were fucking in front of me while Lisa sucked on my cock."
"Nothing after that?"
"No," he replied. "And why am I tied to the bed like this?"
"No questions," she scolded him. "Remember you agreed that I'm in charge as long as Lisa is here."
"Yes," he acknowledged. "But it's obviously daylight now and the night is over. What is she still doing here?"
"I neglected to tell you that Lisa is moving in and staying here from now on. Therefore, as per our agreement, I'm in charge from now on."
"I never agreed to anything like that," he objected, struggling from his bindings. "I thought she was just coming over for the evening - that this was a one time thing."
"Well it's not!" Shelly declared vehemently, with her face inches away from his. "And you agreed that I'm in charge as long as she's here, so you'll do whatever I say from this day forward."
With that, she climbed up on the bed on her hands and knees over him, pulled up her simple red skirt and urged Lisa to fuck her as she straddled him. He could clearly see her loose breasts hanging down in the front of her drooping white t-shirt top, swaying, as her shemale companion started fucking her deep and long mere inches away from his face. Despite himself, he started to get excited only to find his cock somehow painfully imprisoned as it swelled so that it couldn't achieve an erection.
Shortly, Lisa came into Shelly's vagina, expending a large load of semen into the baby making expanse. After she stopped orgasming, Shelly turned around and lowered her crotch to his face, saying, "Enjoy your breakfast, Geri gurl. It's all you're getting this morning."
He resisted, keeping his mouth closed. She reached down and grabbed his balls and said, "Either you open your mouth and accept this gift I'm offering you or I squeeze these things until they fall off."
Reluctantly, he opened his mouth and allowed the combination of Lisa's cum and Shelly's vaginal fluids to flow in, as Shelly released them. "Don't forget to swallow," she added with a chuckle.
After she was done emptying her vagina into his mouth and he'd swallowed the juices so presented to him, she climbed back off of him as he asked, "Why do my butt cheeks hurt?"
"Oh, that," she responded almost offhandedly. "That's from the shots."
"What shots?"
"The first was a strong anti-androgen and the second a blend of estrogen and progesterone - you know, female hormones. Then there was the newly discovered growth hormone that will speed up the feminization process and an anti-biotic. And, oh yes, there was the tranquilizer to keep you sedated; although, that went into your arm."
"Female hormones?!?" he shouted. "What the hell are you doing to me?"
"Relax," she replied calmly. "I'm just doing what you begged me to last night. I'm turning you into a shemale, just like Lisa here. You two are going to be shemale sisters and my slaves."
"What are you talking about?" he objected, struggling against his restraints. "I never begged you to turn me into a shemale let alone your slave."
"You most certainly did," she came back insistently. "Didn't she!" she added, looking at Lisa.
Lisa nodded in agreement, then looking at him, said with a shrug, "I'm afraid you did. I heard you myself."
"Well, I made a mistake then," he averred adamantly. "I don't want you to do this and you can't make me."
"It's too late for you to change your mind now," Shelly responded in a scolding manner. "You even signed a papers authorizing me to do this and patient authorization forms for all of the surgical procedures. That, plus I've even already made all the arrangements - not a small task I might add. Your facial feminization surgery has been scheduled for next week and your breast and hip implants the week after that. Do you have any idea how much it costs to schedule procedures like that on such short notice?"
Going on, she added, "Now, you begged me to do this last night and you're going through with it, whether you think you want to now or not. That's all there is to it!"
The doorbell rang.
"That must be Carol," Shelly speculated as she turn and headed for the front door. Turning back toward him, she added, "She's bringing her electrolysis and tattoo equipment. We're getting started on that beard of yours today and giving you permanent eye and lip makeup. Won't that be nice?"
"No, you can't do that!" he objected vehemently. "I won't let you. I'll tell her not to and she'll have to do what I say."
"First of all, she won't care what you say," Shelly assured him. "She supplements her income from her beauty shop as a dominatrix. She's already got a dozen or so slaves of her own and over half of them she's feminized this way herself."
Going on, she added, "Your reaction is why Lisa's going to give you another sedative now. Oh, and by the way, did I ever tell you that she's an anesthesiologist and that all the surgeons we've hired are women who believe in the complete domination of all men. Even if I didn't have your signature on all those consent forms, they'd all go ahead with the procedures over any objections you might raise."
"Okay, hold still now," Lisa said, holding a syringe in one hand and a sterilizing swab in the other. "I don't want to hurt you and I'd rather find the vein on the first try."
Thus it all began for Gerald, now Geraldine.