NORM
"Is anyone home?" The voice belonged to Norm, my next door neighbor. I had just completed taking a bath, making sure to shave and depilate my legs in anticipation of Norm's visit.
"Upstairs in the master bedroom," I replied. I was still drying myself off when he arrived at the bedroom door. The master bedroom has its own attached bath. From the doorway, Norm could not see me.
"Are you decent?" he asked. I crossed over to my vanity as I invited him in.
"Have a seat," I offered, indicating the bench at the foot of our queen-sized bed, his eyes a mixture of desire, curiosity and confusion. "Haven't you ever watched Margo get ready for a night out?"
Margo was Norm's wife. She had discovered that I was a male a little more than a week ago when she spied Clare and me making love in our home office. I had just returned from a week's business trip and was eating Clare when Margo saw us through the office window. The home office is in the back of the house, and Clare and I always assumed that we had complete privacy there. I had been living as a woman before Margo and Norm became our neighbors. They thought we were two lesbians operating a travel agency and living together, so when she saw me eating Clare, she snuck into our yard for a closer look a sapphic lovemaking.
The sight she first saw satisfied her suspicions:me sitting in the chair still in my travel suit, Clare on the desk with her dress up and legs spread, my face buried in her pussy. But when we switched, Margo got the shock of her life. Where Clare had sprawled on the desk, I merely leaned against it with my skirt hiked up over my hips. Clare sat in the chair, and pulled my panties to mid-thigh, freeing my seven-inch erection. Margo yelped just as Clare took the head of my cock in her mouth. Thinking the sound came from me, Clare fastened her lips around me while circling her tongue over the head. I turned toward the window to see Margo's face, but Clare's expertise caused me to keep silent. I continued looking at Margo looking at us as Margo continued to suck and lick me to orgasm. I closed my eyes to enjoy the sensation; when I opened them, Margo was gone.
I didn't tell Clare until the next morning. We had been apart for a week, and she needed servicing, bad. That next morning was a Sunday, and Sunday meals were my department. As she sat in the kitchen sipping coffee and watching me prepare a heavy breakfast, I mentioned the yelp. She commented that she was somewhat surprised at my vocalization, and I informed her that it was Margo, not me. As that fact begin to sink in, I painted the entire scene for her. Fully apprised of the facts, Clare immediately waltzed over to Margo and Norm's back door and knocked. When Margo didn't answer, Clare began knocking loudly. It took several minutes of this for Margo to answer, sheepishly. Margo abruptly informed her that we were having coffee in our kitchen and her presence was desired. This was not an invitation. Clare then turned on her heels and returned, a very meek Margo following.
For the next few hours, over coffee, eggs, sausage, hash browns, and English muffins, Clare pried out of Margo her and her husband's views of us, and we informed her of our lifestyle. This included a tour of my bedroom and a fashion show of my clothing, especially my lingerie. With a sense of modesty, Margo always looked away when I was completely nude, but after the third change, Clare insisted that Margo handle my cock and balls to satisfy herself that they were real. I know Clare would have liked for me to get an erection, but the activities of the previous day and night precluded that. When Margo asked where I put my cock to maintain my feminine profile I produced one of the special panties that is really a cock cage in a thong that I wear in public. By the time she left, Margo had only one unasked question: did I have sex with men.
For the next few days, Norm always managed to be outside when I left for or returned from work. It was clear that Margo had informed him of what she saw on the weekend, and Norm wanted--needed--confirmation up close and personal. I found his attention flattering, further confirmation of my successful transition into womanhood. But it was Clare, with fiendish glee, who suggested to Margo that Norm come up and watch me prepare for a night out. Clare had some trouble convincing Margo to ask Norm, who quickly agreed. And that was why Norm was in my bedroom sitting on my footbench.
"Yes," he replied, somewhat sheepishly to the question I had asked, "but its not the same. With you ..." Norm's face crimsoned, "... I just wanted to see how you did it."
"Just like she does," I replied. I decided to give him a running explanation of everything I did, beginning with my hair. "I wear my hair in a bob, which is one of the simpler styles. I used to wear wigs that Clare bought me, but they never looked right or felt right. At first I just let my hair grow, having Clare style it as she thought best. She tried several styles, but I had to insist she stick to simple. I'm not into curlers and rollers and having my hair put up. So when my hair reached my chin, we went to a hairstylist who recommended this style. All I have to do is comb and brush it."
From his seat on the bench he could watch my face in the mirror of my vanity. I gave him a running commentary at each step of my transformation from foundation to blush to eye shadow to eyeliner to eyelashes to eyebrows to lip gloss. I knew that if Margo, or even Clare, had given Norm the same lesson I was giving him, he would've been bored silly. I, however, had his rapt attention. Norm sat silently watching, his eyes growing wider as he witnessed the transformation. My face finished, I turned to Norm.
"How do I look?"
"You look beautiful!" he gasped in wonder.
"Beautiful enough to kiss?" I flirted. I leaned toward him, resting my hand on his knee. Reflexively, Norm leaned towards me, his eyes closed. I kissed his mouth, my lips barely touching his. As I pulled back, he remained there, eyes closed, a look of disbelief on his face. Had he really kissed me? The telltale redness of my lip gloss on his lips said yes.
It was now time to do my nails. I crossed my legs, bending forward to paint my toenails. As I did so, Norm eyed my legs with an unmistakable look of lust. Straightening, I placed both feet in his lap, handing him the bottle of bright red nail polish. Norm hesitated then took the bottle and began applying the polish, concentrating on each toe, never looking up. My heels rested in the crotch of his pants, and I could feel his cock growing hard as he colored each nail. I said nothing, content to let him pamper me, pleased and intrigued by the effect I was having on him. The polish was quick-drying; by the time he finished with the last toe on my left foot, the polish on the right foot was dry. I slipped my right foot into my open-toed mules, crossed my left leg over my right, turned back to the vanity and began doing my fingernails. I watched Norm in the mirror, pleased at the intense interest he was taking in my actions.
When my nails were dry, I went over to the bed where I had laid out the garter belt and stockings I would wear tonight. I did not have to turn around to know that Norm was staring at me. I had put on my bra with its foam inserts and my special cock cage panties before he arrived. When I dropped the robe I knew Norm was looking at a beautiful woman standing in her bra and panties and heeled mules in her bedroom--a woman he had just kissed.
I picked up the garter belt, fastening it behind me. Sitting on the bed, I slowly rolled each stocking up my legs, made smooth by waxing and creams as well as shaving. Standing, I fastened the garters to the top of each stocking. The desire on Norm's face was now seconded by the bulge in his crotch. I walked over to him and placed a foot on his thigh.
"Don't my legs look as good as Margo's?" I asked coyly. Margo has fantastic legs, her primary physical asset and the reason she attracted Norm's attention in the first place.
Norm gulped, then answered "Yes."
"Would you like to caress them?" Norm tentatively touched the top of my foot, then slowly moved his fingers upwards along the top towards my ankle. "Is that how you touch Margo?" I asked, somewhat mockingly. He applied more pressure, and was soon running his entire hand along my calfs and thighs. I knew if he was interested in seeing me become a woman, he would be open for more.
He had already kissed me once. Now it was time to give him the thrill of a lifetime. I moved beside him on the bench and took his upper lip between mine, sucking gently as I moved my hand up his thigh, resting it on the bulge in his crotch. I released his lips at the moment my hand touched him, and fastened my mouth over his as he gasped. Pressing my glossed lips to his mouth, I ran my tongue around the inside of his mouth as my hand unzipped his pants. Reaching in, I freed his staff, now waving at attention. I held it firmly, my palm resting on his scrotum, thumb and fingers circling its lower half. I broke away from his mouth. His eyes were still closed, his mouth slightly opened, the coral red of my lipstick smeared around it. I had only to touch his chest and he fell backwards onto the bed. I now turned to the work at hand.
I bent down and took his cock in my mouth as far as I could. Closing my lips around him at mid-shaft, I sucked gently and began massaging his balls; Norm moaned. Continuing to grip the base of his penis with one hand, I began stroking the underside of his dick with my other hand, sliding my lips up the shaft until only the head was between my lips. Norm's cock was well-covered with lipstick. I continued to stroke the underside of his cock while sucking the cockhead, occasionally running my tongue around it. After a few minutes Norm came, his semen slightly bitter and tart. I released my lip lock on his cockhead.
I heard the front door open, and the laughing voices of Clare and Margo. Norm was breathing hard, his eyes still closed, his mouth still open. He had not heard the women. Without releasing his cock, I moved to his head and French-kissed him again, making sure he could taste himself on my mouth. He welcomed my kiss.
I quickly moved to my vanity and wiped my hands and lips clean. I quickly re-did my lip gloss, then sat at my vanity watching Norm laying on my bed, breathing heavily, his pants open, his lip gloss-covered cock peeping through his boxers, cum seeping from it onto his thighs, lip gloss over his boxers, his balls, his mouth. The look on Margo's face when she walked in the room was priceless.
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