My Boyfriend My Girlfriend

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MY BOYFRIEND, MY GIRLFRIEND

by Jenny Bowman

8 Copyright Jenny Bowman 2001

CHAPTER ONE

I first met James about three or four months ago.

I'd been having coffee with my girlfriend Megan and reminiscing about some of my - um - activities with my brother Sally and I must have smiled at my memories. Then Margo brought me from my reveries and I realised I was smiling at this guy across the room. You know the old song, "Some Enchanted Evening" where they sing A.... you may see a stranger across a crowded room...."?

I guess the guy must have thought I was smiling at him - if he only knew! - because he came over and joined us and we introduced ourselves..

Very soon Margo conveniently excused herself to go to the ladies, and didn't do the female thing and invite me to go with her.

So naturally James and I exchanged phone numbers and arranged to meet again And then Megan came back and James left and Megan jumped right in.

"Well then me Jennifer and what do you think?" she asked in a fake Irish brogue.

"About what?"

We looked at each other poker faced for what must have been half a minute then we burst into laughter.

"About the same as you" I said.

"Not very good, about three out of ten when ten is high, no money and lousy in bed".

"Yep" I said and we both burst into laughter again.

"Be gentle with him...." Margo said A.... because I don't see you lasting a month".

I raised an eyebrow.

"No", she said. "More like twelve. I'll pay".

And with that we arranged to meet again and left the cafe.

That night James came around and we fell into bed. The drought was broken. It was as if neither of us had been with anyone for years.

Looking back, it seemed like I didn't stop climaxing all night and the room was awash in semen. Be gentle with him? She was joking, surely. The following night we were at it again, and the night after that, too. But finally the time came when, although I was ready for him, he just couldn't get it up. I even tried tying a ribbon around his balls and then playing with them, but that didn't work either. But he did say he liked that and could I tie his balls again, sometime.

Could I? Do fish swim in water?

"Yes" I said. "But if you want me to do that for you, you'll have to do something for me".

"What's that?" he asked, and I thought I could hear a little apprehension in his voice.

"Lick me".

So he did.

Several weeks passed with our activities in the bedroom progressing nicely, with me experimenting more and more with the ribbon, and James letting me. I even tied his hands to the bed head and he hadn't complained about that, either. I even suggested that during these times he call me "Mistress", and he did.

During the week we decided to have a lazy weekend - well, James thought he was part of the decision, but he wasn't - and not do much.

Sit around, read, make love, sit around, read, make love, sit around.... On Saturday we were on the bed, naked, half lying down, James reading what my dad used to call a Apenny dreadful" and me pretending to read a magazine I had borrowed from my Doctor's surgery. I had progressed from the ribbon around his balls to a ball stretcher which I had tied to the end of the bed. This meant that if James slid down the bed, when he slid back up he had to be careful he didn't do himself a damage.

My hand was resting, gently, on James' upper thigh, just near his dick. I kept my hand still, but every now and then I moved my index finger, letting the nail scratch, lightly, on his skin and every time I moved my finger, his dick twitched. He was so engrossed in his book I don't think he was conscious of what was happening.

"Sweetheart" I said.

"Mmmmmm?"

"It says here that something like one in six men at sometime in their life have either thought about wearing women's clothes, or have done so".

"Mmmmmm".

"Have you?"

"Mmmmmm".

"Have you? Really? Did you think about it or did you do it?"

Big pause. "What?"

"Did you think about it, or did you do it?"

"Do what?"

Big sigh. From me.

"It says in this article that something like one in six men at sometime in their life have either thought about wearing women's clothes, or have done so. So.... did you think about it, or did you do it?"

"Ummm.... neither". And his dick twitched. And again. And started to erect. And my hand was nowhere near it.

"You're not telling me fibs, are you?"

"Ah....no". Nervously.

"Well, that's not what your dick is saying. Look at it".

And there it was, in all its glory, standing there, as proud of itself as Any Olympic athlete, saying "Aren't I the clever boy, then? Look at me. Stiff and proud; I've done it all on my own, with no help from anyone".

James looked at his dick and didn't know what to say.

"Sweetheart", I said. "It's OK. There's nothing to be ashamed of. The article says one in six guys. It's OK if you're one of the six. I don't mind. In fact I'd like to help you. I think you'd look great in a bra and nickers and a garter belt and stockings and high heels.... and a dress and make-up and nicely painted finger and toe nails.... and a wig.... and some satin PJ's and...."

He didn't know whether I was serious or not. He soon found out.

"I'll get you something during the week, but in the meantime you can wear something of mine".

"But...."

"Yes?"

".... I um...."

"What?"

".... don't want to..."

"Don't want to? Why ever not. Your dick said you did. And besides, you'll look scrumptious. Good enough to eat. And I will".

"No".

"What? No? What do you mean, no? A lot of women would run a mile if they thought their men wanted to wear women's clothes and here am I wanting to help you. Oh, I know.... You think I'll tell your friends. Well, you're wrong. I promise, I won't tell any of your friends. Or workmates. Or parents or relations. How's that?" But I will tell Megan, I thought. And a few of my other girlfriends.

"No"

"No? You mean I can tell your friends and workm...."

"No, I mean I don't want to".

Silence. "Oh, well, if you don't want to, that's OK. I want you to, but you don't want to do something for me, so that's OK. Just don't expect me to play with that anymore. Ever." And I flicked his dick. "And don't think I'll let you take yourself in hand either. I know how much you like giving you dick a rub. So nothing's going to happen...... Well, not until you get a bit adventurous and put on something nice and feminine just for me. It's no big deal. It's only clothing. It's not as if I'm suggesting you get breast implants." And I rolled over onto my side and put my back to him.

I smiled to myself. I wondered how long it would take before he agreed. Fifteen minutes? Twenty? An hour? No, definitely not an hour. And breast implants? Definitely.

I got up, went into the kitchen, put on the kettle for a cup of tea. Got out the tea, tea pot, milk, sugar, cup and saucer. And James walked into the room with a handful of my undies. Three minutes.

"Which should I put on?" Resigned. No, not resigned, something more. Anticipation?

I looked at him, didn't say anything.

"Jen? Which should I put on?"

"You sure you want to do this?"

"Um.... yes". Hesitant.... but.... eager?

Big pause.

"OK.... If you're sure...."

He nodded.

I chose a pretty, pale blue bra and panty set and said "These should be wonderful on you. I'll come and help you".

We went back to the bedroom and as James put on the nickers, I put the other undies away and got out the matching garter belt and stockings. I turned to James and there he was, with his beautiful penis as erect as I had ever seen it, throbbing with excitement, with him trying to push it into the flimsy nickers.

"You'll never get them on with your dick like that" I said. "I think it needs some urgent treatment. Come with me".

And with that I led him to the bed and got to work. As I stroked his balls, his dick was still throbbing with excitement.

"Show me how you stroke it when you're on your own" I said.

He started to stroke himself and, with my work on his balls and his work on his dick, it wasn't long until he was moaning.

"Slow down" I said. "Keep doing that and it will be all over".

"I know" he said. "I want to come".

"No, no. Not yet. You've got to control yourself. Girls always control themselves to make it last".

"But I'm not a girl".

Not yet you're not' I thought but I said "But while you're wearing nickers, pretend you are. Pretend you're a pretty girl who's stroking her pussy, a pretty girl who's enjoying it so much she doesn't want it to stop. Ever".

He slowed right down. I don't know what he was thinking about, but his hand slowed right down. And he didn't just stroke it either; he played with it, played with the end, the base, flicked it with his finger, stroked it fast, stroked it slow. And all the while I helped by filling his balls. And then, finally, it was time.

I could feel him getting tense and his hand had started getting faster, faster, so as his speed increased, so too did the pressure I was putting on his balls. I was squeezing and pulling too, really getting into my work, pulling them away from his body then squeezing them. Hard. Then repeating the process as his hand moved faster, faster until it was almost a blur. And then he was coming, spurting, bucking. His thoughts must have been fabulous. I wondered if, mentally, he was stroking his pussy or if some young stud was getting the ride of his young life.

And then it was over. James was lying, still, exhausted on the bed as I scooped some of his semen of his stomach and started to feed it to him.

"Here's some of your boyfriend" I said to him and he sucked hungrily on my fingers. I kept feeding him as he calmed down, until it was all gone. And As I fed him I asked him "What were you thinking about?"

"Mmmmm??"

"When you were stroking yourself. Were you stroking your pussy?"

"Mmmm. It was so good. And then Simon came and put his dick in my hand and then he put it in my pussy and it felt so goooood.."

Simon? Who's Simon? Did James know what he was saying? And then I got it. James was looking forward to this, even though he was protesting. Well then....

And then he opened his eyes. Suddenly, and realised what he'd said.

"Aaaaggggghhhhhhhh......."

"What do you think?"

"Aaaaggghhhh.... I didn't.... I mean..... I.... aaaagggghhhh ..... Ah bugger..... Absolutely fantastically wonderfully magnificent. But I can't believe what I just said."

"You were obviously enjoying yourself".

"Well, yes. I was. But I fantasised I was getting screwed.... and in my pussy, not my arse".

"So... are you ready to put on the nickers and bra and....."

"Oh boy.... yes.... I think so."

"Are you sure?" I asked him.

"Oh, yes. I'm sure" he said.

So we started again and this time James got the nickers on. I helped him tuck his balls inside his body and push his cock between his legs to give him a feminine line. As I helped him with the bra I said

"It's good you did weight training when you were younger. Your pecs fill out the bra quite nicely. But lean forward and scoop your breasts forward into the bra so they fit more snugly".

As he stood I had a critical look at him. "You'll need a little bit of support under your breasts. Here, put these in the bra. They'll help give you a bit of cleavage" and I gave him two crescent shaped pieces of foam to put under his breasts.

I looked at him again.

"You'll need to have your bikini line waxed so the nickers will look better, but otherwise.... yes, quite good". And I smiled.

"Now you'll need to put these on" and I gave him the garter belt and stockings. "The garter belt is easy to put on.... you just hook it together like this.... but you must roll the stockings up like this..... and then roll them onto your leg like this..... otherwise they might snag because they're so flimsy. And if they snag you can't go out in them because they look so.... um.... crappy with holes and runs in them. So always be careful when you're putting them on. In fact you should always have two or three pair so that if you do snag one you've always got a spare".

"But I won't be going out, so what's the problem?".

"Sorry. I was just talking as if you were one of my girlfriends. I meant that to look their best, girls won't go out if they know their stockings are snagged. And we're extra careful when we are out so we don't catch them on chairs or low shrubs or anything. So to look your best, even around home, be careful you don't snag your stockings when you put them on. Oh, And you better put this panty liner inside the nickers so if you get excited you won't wet them or stain them. Now try on these slides and see if you can walk."

I helped James into the shoes and held his hand as he started to walk. I was surprised at how fast he picked it up. "You walk very well in those" I said. "You're sure you're not really a girl?"

He grinned. "They're a lot easier to walk in than I thought they'd be" he said.

"And they show off your legs too" I said. AYou look like one of those long legged dancers we see on the tele, whose legs go on forever. Hairy, but very, very sexy" I said, and smiled. Everything was going to plan.

"Now, put on this gown and let's go and get breakfast" and I gave James one of my neglige's.

And you do look good...' I thought, .... but not as good as you will look. You're going to have the guys coming from everywhere'.

After breakfast we sat for a time reading the paper and then I said:

"This is so exciting. I've always wanted a boyfriend who was also my girlfriend. We can go shopping together and the movies and shopping and shopping and.... Oh thank you so much, sweetheart for doing this for me" And I gave him a big hug. "You know..." I continued ".... I've thinking. I'm happy for you to wear my undies today but you can't keep on wearing them. What you really need is your own nickers and bra and so on. What about we go out now, before there's too many people about and get them for you. And I'll help you choose. Oh, this is so exciting". And I stood up and grabbed James hand and dragged him out of the chair. "Come on, let's get changed".

"But.... but.... do we have to?"

"Well, yes, if you want to look as good for me as you do now. Don't you want to look good for me?"

"Yes.... but...."

"No but's sweety. You can leave on the undies you have on now, no one will notice as long as you wear s loose fitting shirt and then when we get home we'll have some fun" and I rubbed the front of the nickers. I could see that James wasn't too happy about this arrangement so I made a big fuss of making sure the bra didn't show through his shirt. It didn't, but his new shape did. It wasn't obvious, but if you knew about it, you could see it.

Twenty minutes later we were in the lingerie department of one of our better department stores looking at the displays.

"What do you think of these.... or these.... or these...." I asked James as we walked through the shop. I could see he had his eyes on the assistants, trying to keep them away. I had my eyes on them too, and timing it to perfection I said:

"Remember, these are for you, so pick something nice and feminine" just as one of the assistants joined us. She must have heard although she didn't let on. But she did look at James as she said

"Can I help you with anything?" and emphasised the you' as she looked at his chest.

James swallowed hard. "Um....."

"We'd like a bra and nicker set with matching garter belt" I said.

"Certainly." And to James "Any particular style or color?"

"Um...."

"What do you think of this set?" I asked James.

"It's.... um...."

"It's very like what you're wearing now. Is that what you're trying to say?" I asked him.

He looked like he wanted the floor to open but the assistant was unfazed.

"Why don't we go and try it on...." the assistant said A.... and if you don't like it we'll try something else. What's your name?"

We both spoke at the same time.

"Jam...."

"Sue-Ellen" I said, quite firmly and a little louder than James. "It must be Sue-Ellen. She doesn't like Sue" and the assistant took James' hand and they walked away. A couple of women standing nearby must have heard the exchange because they both held up their hands to me and clapped silently. I smiled "Thank you".

Thirty minutes later James still hadn't returned. I was starting to worry. I hoped he wasn't giving the assistant a hard time. I needn't have worried. Ten minutes later they returned, James looking a lot happier than when we walked into the shop.

"I'm so sorry we were so long but I wanted to get just the right fittings for such a beautiful new lady and Sue-Ellen couldn't make up her mind about a couple of things. I thought she should have some lingerie for night and she didn't think so but she's decided to take it and bring it back if it's no good. And some stockings and a corselet and a couple of other nice little feminine things too. She decided to leave on one of the new sets and the set she wore into the store is in this bag. Oh, by the way, that idea for Sue-Ellen to wear a panty liner was a good one. I noticed it was quite wet and sticky when she put it into her new nickers".

"Show me what you're buying" I said and the assistant put everything on the counter. It was all so feminine, lots of lace and ruffles. "And what about what you're wearing?"

James went pale.

"Show you here? In the shop? What about......" and he looked frantically "round the store.

"It's OK" I said. "It's a lingerie department and women wear lingerie so nobody here will be seeing anything new".

"But.... but...."

"It's OK" the assistant said. "Nobody will mind. Truly" and with that she unbuttoned James shirt and pulled it out of his trousers. "Isn't the bra exquisite?" she asked me. "And the nickers and garter belt all match. Oh, she does look so nice".

And with that two women walked past James and saw what he was wearing. "Oh, what a beautiful bra, Mum. I wish I could get Paul to wear something like that." And she looked James full in the face and said "You look gorgeous. I wish you were mine" and they walked away.

James' mouth had dropped open at the comment. I must say I too, was stunned. I knew James looked good, but I didn't realise how good. When I had finished with his transformation, not only was he going to have the guys coming from everywhere but maybe the women too.

"And Sue-Ellen chose everything herself" the assistant broke in. "Oh, she's going to look scrumptious when she's dressed up. Now is there anything else in the store you'd like?"

There were a lot of surprises for me that morning, first the young woman And now the assistant. There was also the look on James face. He looked Almost.... dare I say it.... happy. I hadn't considered buying anything else today thinking the shock might have been too much for him. But after seeing James face and hearing the assistant's enthusiasm, I changed my mind. James? Perhaps I should start thinking of him as Sue-Ellen.

"Well, yes, there is. Sue-Ellen needs a full wardrobe - dresses, skirts, tops, shoes - but that's too expensive to get in one day. Sue-Ellen and I need to talk about what might suit her best so we might come back next weekend and you can help us then. But perhaps today you can help us with make-up and false nails and nail polish and so on." Had I gone too far, too fast? "Is that OK with you Sue- Ellen?"

"Oh sure, Jen" she said. "But you'll have to teach me how to use it All". And I breathed a sigh of relief.

In the car home I was nervous. I had all these wonderful plans but I wasn't sure how far I could push Jame.... ah... Sue-Ellen.

"You were right" she said. "It is exciting. I didn't realise just how good it could be. And women's underwear is just so pretty. Not like that stuff we men have to put up with. I should have done this years ago".

"You're not angry with me?"

"No, Jen. I guess I was a bit surprised this morning, a bit apprehensive, not knowing what you had in mind but it's OK now. And that woman who sold me the undies. She was nice. She said she had several guys who bought lingerie for themselves. She said I had to do something about hiding my dick. It was OK if I was going to wear a dress or skirt because the looseness of the fabric would cover any bulges but if I wanted to go out in tight pants or shorts or was going to wear a bikini to the beach then I would have to tuck it away so it couldn't be seen. She even told me how to do it. But I said it didn't matter because I was just going to wear the undies around the house, not wear a dress or go out or anything."

Not yet, anyway' I thought but didn't say anything. I was pleased, too, to learn what the assistant had said. Her name was Heather and she was one of my best friends. Earlier in the week I had confided in her my plans for James. Later, when Sue-Ellen was ready to go on public display, and, perhaps, to go out in public, I planned to have a coming-out' party and Heather would be one of the first to meet Sue-Ellen.

By the time we arrived home Sue-Ellen was quite excited. "Can we go to bed now" she asked as soon as we were through the door.

"Don't you want to put on and show me what you bought?"

"Oh, sure. But can we do that later?"

I rubbed my hand across the front of her pants and could feel her penis trying to break free of the flimsy material of the nickers.

I pretended to hesitate. "Well.... I don't know. Are you sure you wouldn't rather wait...."

"No, no. Let's go to bed now. I'll put them on for you later".

"Well, if you're sure".

And with that we were stripping off our clothes as we went.

By the time we were in the bedroom I was naked. Sue-Ellen had all her male clothes off and was starting on her lingerie. "Wait" I said. "I want to make love to you while you're wearing your new undies".

She turned to me and smiled. "What a good idea" she said.

We lay together for sometime, gently caressing each other, our backs, our sides, our fronts, yes definitely our fronts.. I told Sue-Ellen to, once Again, think of herself as a woman, with her boyfriend, perhaps Simon, alongside her. She was soon moaning quite loudly - as was I - and finally I couldn't take it any more. I wanted James - Sue-Ellen - to go down on me, but another part of me was thinking about the future so I said:

"Sue-Ellen. Suck my cock please, oh God, suck my cock".

She moved down my naked body, working on my breasts with both hand and mouth, licking my nipples, while one hand stroked my clit. James felt so good, so hard, inside the flimsy feminine nickers. He moved his head lower, slower and then finally, oh, so slowly, he found his goal. He buried his head between my legs. I didn't last very long. Almost immediately I was bucking uncontrollably yelling for James, someone, anyone to fuck me, now, you bastard fffffuuuuuuuuuucccccccccckkkkkk mmmmmmeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

I came back to earth, slowly, slowly to find James rubbing his cock through the nickers. "Let me do that" I said, and he did.

I caressed his dick and his balls through the flimsy materiel and soon he too was moaning. "I'm going to tie you up" I whispered and he said "OhhhhhKaaayyy".

He lay back and put his hands behind his head and I tied him to the bed, first his hands and then his legs. He was still moaning, breathing very heavily.

"Would you like to watch me play with myself?" I asked him.

He moaned "Yes".

I moved across his body and kneeled over his chest so my pussy was right in his face. I opened my lips and started playing with myself. He couldn't keep his eyes off me.

"Do you want to play with yourself while you lick me?" I asked.

"Oh, God yes".

"Oh, good" I said. "I'd like it if you stroke yourself while you're licking me" and I buried my pussy over his mouth. His tongue came out and started work and I watched as he struggled to free his hands.

"Jen" he mumbled, through a mouth full of me. "I can't get to my dick. Will you untie me?"

"Oooohhhhh, your tongue is so gooood' I breathed, ignoring his request. "Just so goood".

He tried again. "I can't get to my dick. Will you untie me?"

"You can do it" I said. "Just keep trying. You can undo yourself. I'm enjoying this so much I don't want you to stop" and I squatted lower on his face. I was moving, too, and I could feel my breasts moving, swinging freely in space.

"Your tongue is.... oh, I could take this forever and ever and eveeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrr" and once again I was gone, bucking, wildly riding his tongue as I climaxed. I was hanging on to the top of the bedhead, so I could get momentum. And finally I was finished, calm, and I got off James' face and lay alongside him.

"Oh that was so wonderful" I said. "You keep that tongue just for me. Try And give it to any other girl and you'll be in big trouble. Ohhhh.... did you have just as much fun as I did? Why don't you relax and come down while I have a shower" and with that I was off the bed and on my way to the bathroom.

"Jen? Jen? Will you untie...." and I closed the door.

When I came out of the shower Sue-Ellen was lying, frustrated, on the bed. Her dick was still stiff, just like I like them. She looked so good I wanted to start again. But I desisted and started getting dressed.

She wanted to start again, too, but I said "Later. You'll enjoy it so much more, later. After you've tried on all your pretty, new things for me. And besides I don't want to get undressed again." And then I untied her. She wasn't happy, but she could see I wasn't going to change my mind. "And don't even think about playing with yourself" I said.

She modelled everything she had bought and then asked me if I would show her how to do her face and nails. I agreed.

Later, when we were finished, I had a good, critical look at her. She looked good, and I told her.

"Have a look in the mirror". She agreed.

"There are a couple of areas that could be improved" I said. "First, your bikini line. But we've already talked about that. And your legs. There's too much hair showing through the stockings. And your eyebrows. You'll need them plucked". I could see Sue-Ellen stating to nod, as she followed everything I said in the mirror. "And your hair. I don't know what we can do about your hair. Oh, I know...." and I got one of my wigs. "Here try this on".

"But I don't need a wig around the house" James said.

"Humour me. See what you look like now with the make-up on but no wig..... Now humour me. Put this on and see the difference".

She was surprised. "You're right. It does make a difference. I can see what you mean. Even if I am just wearing this as part of our games, I do look better, don't I? I think I will wear it".

"Oh goodee" I said, pretending to be excited. "I'll see if I can get you organised for a bikini line and leg wax and eyebrow pluck for tomorrow" and with that I was on the phone.

Yes, they could take Jame.... Sue-Ellen tomorrow; but what about today? "Oh, yes" I said. "That would be great. We'll come straight over..... What?..... No, no, my boyfriend.... OK, sure, the backdoor..... ten, maybe fifteen minutes". Strike while the Sue-Ellen is agreeable, I thought, thinking what a good idea it was to have planned this with another of my friends, Kate, at the same time I organised the lingerie with Heather.

I grabbed James hand and said "Come on, they have a vacancy now, as soon as we get there. Put on some pants and a shirt and let's go".

"But...."

"It's OK. When I told them it was my boyfriend they said to come in the backdoor because a lot of guys are too embarrassed to go in the front door".

"But what about my face".

"Don't worry. It's a beauty salon. They've seen guys in make-up before. C'mon. Before it's too late and they have to close. Besides, you'll like the girls. I go there all the time".

"Have you told them about me?"

"No, of course not, silly", I lied. "Why would I want to do that? They might try and steal you from me". I could see Sue-Ellen liked that bit of flattery; reluctantly she put on slacks and a shirt and we left.

By the time we arrived at the shop she had calmed, although I think she was a little apprehensive. After all, waxed legs, an eyebrow wax and a bikini line wax aren't things that a guy has done everyday. Or at all! But I was starting to think of James more and more as Sue-Ellen. After all, what guy would let his girlfriend do to him what James was letting me do? Maybe he'd wear some undies as a bit of a giggle during lovemaking, but all the rest of it? The buying of the lingerie and the make- up and the nails? On the other hand, most women probably weren't as enthusiastic as I was of seeing their men as women. And let's face it, while a lot of women would try and steal another woman's man, how many women would try and steal another woman's..... um...... birlfriend? Goyfriend?

We were met at the reception area and I introduced Kate. "This is James who is just coming out as Sue-Ellen and I'm helping her". I could see James mouth open in amazement.

"But...."

"Hello, Sue-Ellen, I'm Kate. Let me look at your face" she said. "Yes. Good make-up job, but your eyebrows do need some work. And you want your legs waxed and your bikini line done too, is that right?" and as she said that, she rubbed her hand over Sue-Ellen's crutch. I heard Sue-Ellen suck in her breath. Kate turned to me and raised an eyebrow. I stifled a smile.

"I.... ugh...."

"OK. Let's get going. Won't you come this way?" and Kate led us to a private cubicle. "I have a couple of trainees with me today. Is it OK if they sit in and watch what's goes on?"

"And what comes off" I joked. "Yes, that's OK with me" I said. "What about you, Sue-Ellen?"

"I.... ugh...."

"Oh, good. You take everything off and I'll go and get the girls and the wax. Won't be a moment" and she was gone.

Sue-Ellen had only just removed her slacks and shirt when Kate and the two trainees returned. The girls couldn't have been more than seventeen. Sue-Ellen continued to undress as the others got themselves ready.

"Up onto the bench when you're ready. We'll do your legs first, then your bikini line then your eyebrows. Oh, and if your chest needs doing we'll do that too. Actually we'll do your legs, then your chest if it needs it, then your bikini line and then the eyes. OK, now let's look at you. Let's..... wow.... you are a big girl aren't you?"

And sure enough, Sue-Ellen was big. Under more normal circumstances, a woman seeing a penis as aroused as this one obviously was would want to sit on it or eat it or at least handle it as soon as she saw it. And Kate and the two trainees were mesmerised. I couldn't take my eyes off it either. Sue- Ellen's balls were swollen and tight. I don't think I had ever seen her cock, or her balls as big. She must have been more excited than I thought, when I untied her.

Kate turned to me, her right hand curling and uncurling in an unconscious need to stroke it. "I... ugh... what.... ah....."

"What ever you need to do" I said. "Whatever. But be careful. You might fill the room" and I grinned. She turned to the trainees and said "Well, you know what we have to do, wax Sue-Ellen's legs and so on, and you've seen we've got an unexpected problem. So the question is - what do we do? Julia?"

"I.... ah...."

"Cassie?"

"..... What about.... aaaahhhhh.....can I touch it?"

"Of course. But what are you going to do when you touch it?"

"Aahhhh.... feel it?"

"Yes. How?"

"Ohhhhhh.... like this?"

"Exactly".

"Can I feel it, too?" Julia asked.

"Girls, one thing you need to learn is that when you see a penis like this, you don't need to ask. Just grab it and don't let go. But you're both not going to be able to work on it at the same time so take it in turns and while one works on Sue-Ellen's dick, the other can work on her balls. And be careful. I don't want an eyeful of semen."

"Actually" I interrupted. "You can play, but you can't let Sue-Ellen climax. I'm the only one that does that. She only climaxes when I say, and I'm not sure that's going to happen today".

Heavens knows what poor Sue-Ellen thought when she heard that because as far as she knew, we were going to play when we got home. Her reward for a day of doing what I wanted.

I asked the trainees if they had played with their boyfriends cocks and they both admitted they didn't yet have boyfriends.

"I guess you better just play around, then, and get the feel of things. Experiment. Watch Sue-Ellen's face and reactions so you know what happens when you do whatever it is you do. Do whatever fast and or slow, hard and or soft. And listen to her breathing. When she starts breathing fast, you need to stop whatever you're doing immediately. You can also squeeze her hard, very hard, here. That'll calm her down, too You can go back to it, but you do need to stop, otherwise you'll have a bucketful of semen and sperm you'll have to mop up.".

"I'd like to see that" one of them said.

"And so you shall. But not today".

They started work while Kate tried to keep her mind on what she was doing - waxing Sue-Ellen's legs. I was surprised she hadn't got the trainees to do the legs while she played with Sue-Ellen.

Half an hour later I found I was quite.... um.... hot, watching the girls work on Sue-Ellen. And Sue- Ellen must have been in pain. Exquisite pain, but pain nonetheless. I knew that as soon as we got home Sue-Ellen's tongue was going to get another workout. I noticed, too, that Sue-Ellen was leaking. She hadn't climaxed, but she was certainly wet. "If you want to collect some of that on your fingers, Sue-Ellen will lick it off for you" I said and showed the girls what I meant. They were fascinated as Sue-Ellen greedily sucked my fingers clean.

"I've changed things around a bit" Kate finally said. "I've finished Sue-Ellen's legs and I've decided to wax her balls, not just the bikini line. And after I've done that, I'll do some playing and you girls can wax her chest and then I'll do her eyebrows and then we can all go home".

And so it happened. About three hours of hair removal and manipulation of her cock and balls and not once had Sue-Ellen climaxed. Certainly she was leaking, but the girls were continually feeding Sue- Ellen and Sue-Ellen was continually sucking their fingers clean.

Kate was right. Sue-Ellen did look better with her balls waxed. In fact she looked better with everything waxed and would look superb when she had her underwear on with no hair to spoil the almost naked look.

On the trip home Sue-Ellen was subdued. "Are you going to play with me, Jen?" she asked.

"Sweetheart" I said "I think you'd be exhausted after what the girls did to you this afternoon".

"Well, yes, but I haven't climaxed since this morning and I feel as if I'll burst".

"We'll see when we get home" I said and stroked her pants. She was still hard. Oh, I love that in a man. Always hard, just for me.

As we walked into the house Sue-Ellen started to rub herself. "Do you want to lick me?" I asked and she said "Yesyesyesyes pleeeeaaaase". And I sat on the couch and lifted my dress and took of my panties and Sue-Ellen was between my legs almost before I knew what was going on. And, once again, I was gone, much much too soon.

And I noticed, as she was licking me, Sue-Ellen was rubbing herself. "Stop that" I said. "I told you this morning you could only play with yourself And go off when I said and I haven't said. As punishment you'll have to lick me off whenever I want you to and then I'll let you rub yourself. In fact I might rub you too. But you won't know when I'm going to let you. So each time you lick me you'll have to do a better job than the time before because if you don't, then I certainly won't let you play with yourself. Oh And I want to watch. And.... I'll know, won't I, if you've had an illegal rub because there won't be as much juice as I will be expecting and if there's not as much as I want, then there'll be even more trouble. So finish me off" and I lay back while she continued to lick me. I noticed that she was no longer playing with himself.

Good boy.

Later that night we discussed the events of the day.

"Did you enjoy yourself today?" I asked.

Big pause while Sue-Ellen considered her answer. "Yes. Yes, I did. You gave me a few shocks a few times but when the moment was over it wasn't a problem. Yes, I did enjoy myself".

"I knew you would. Being a woman is just so good. You get to wear all that sexy gear and no one minds. In fact it's expected of you. And some of the dresses that girls wear to nightclubs.... wow".

Sue-Ellen smiled. "Yes" she said dreamily and I could see that she was imagining herself in something frilly.

"Can we do this again next weekend, Jen?"

"Of course we shall. I just want you to be so lovely and beautiful And.... and.... wanted. But.... instead of waiting until the weekend, why don't you wear your new underwear to work? You'll feel so wonderful all day".

"But what about...."

"Someone realising what you're wearing? No one will know. You can't see your nickers under your pants and certainly the bra won't be seen through the shirt. Go into the bedroom and have a look in the mirror".

"But...."

"Everything will be alright. No one will know. Trust me".

And with that Sue-Ellen agreed.

"Now" I said. "Before we go to bed every girl and woman takes off her make-up so I'll show you what to do. Then I'll loan you one of my night gowns to sleep in".

"But I normally don't wear anything".

"I know, Sue-Ellen. And that was OK when you were a guy but now you've decided to wear women's clothes, you must learn to act like a woman. And a woman would never sleep naked with another woman unless they were lesbians And I know you're not a lesbian and you know I'm not a lesbian so you must wear a night gown". And I gave her one of my most feminine neglige's.

"We'll start shopping for a new wardrobe for you during the week. Dresses And skirts and blouses and shoes and.... and.... oh this is so exciting. Let's go to bed".

Hearing "Let's go to bed" Sue-Ellen was in bed almost before I had stopped talking. "Goodnight, sweetheart" I said and kissed James goodnight then rolled over away from him, "accidentally" brushing his dick as I turned. I heard him suck in his breath.

"Aren't we going to make love, Jen?"

"Oh sweetheart, not tonight if you don't mind. I'm so tired from all that running around. Besides, we'll enjoy it so much better next time. Oh, and don't even think of playing with yourself because I will know and if you do play with yourself, it will be much longer before I play with you. Goodnight." I smiled to myself. Everything was going exactly to plan.