Remys Story

Remy's Story

by Marci Manseau

Chapter One - In the Beginning

How can I describe my situation for you without sounding like a total wimp, a complete failure as a man or a freak of nature? I suspect there's no easy way to do it; no other method than to relate the simple facts, so sit back and be prepared. Here's my story.

At the inception of this story, I'm a man, twenty-eight years of age and extraordinarily average in just about every aspect. I weigh in at one-hundred and thirty- five pounds, stand five-feet six-inches tall. I was born John Walsh and I've lived all of my life in the same midwest city. My hair is blonde and, I'm happy to say, free of any sign of grey hair. I know, I know. Big deal, but most of the men in my family were grey and bald by this age so I'm delighted not to have inherited those family traits.

Now comes the difficult part, the portrayal of what makes me so different. I hope I'm capable of conveying to you the true sense of my new life and how it began.

To begin with, I've never had a very high opinion of myself, so when I met Marissa, my wife to be, I was overjoyed that any woman would want to go out with me. She is very beautiful; long, naturally curly chestnut hair, and a perfect, slim body that would attract the attention of any man. On top of all that, she is one of the brightest persons I've ever met.

From the minute I met her, I did everything in my power to please her, not wanting to risk angering her or losing the only love of my life. And, to be candid, she readily accepted this sort of treatment as her due. I know now she would have rejected me or any other man who didn't idolize her as I did. She'd grown up with a very dominating father, I was later to learn, and early in life had resolved never to let a man rule her as her father had her mother.

Right from the first moment we met, she made all the decisions, chose when we would go out and where we went. I was expected to arrive at her apartment precisely on time and dressed as she had instructed me earlier in the day. Flowers or some other token of my affection for her was assumed. Doors and chairs were always to be held for her.

She chose the movie, ordered the food and paid the check, invariably with my money, not that she couldn't have afforded to use her own. She earned considerably more than I did and never ceased reminding me of that fact. As one of the most talented computer programmers in the area, she had her own business and commanded a very high hourly rate. Most of her work was done from her office where she employed a five woman support staff.

After a few months of dating, she informed me that it was time for us to move ahead with our relationship. We were going to be married in a month and I was to go out and buy her a diamond ring. She described exactly what she wanted; size, shape and setting. Of course I was thrilled. It was exactly what I'd been hoping for, but it really wouldn't have mattered how I felt. It was either do as she had instructed or disappear, and she acted as if either alternative would equally have pleased her.

Our wedding was entirely planned without any input from me and, soon after, we moved into a house in the country she had purchased several months earlier without my knowledge. I saw it for the first time the day we moved in. It was a lovely four- bedroom home on eighty acres, a setting rather rural for my tastes, but I was delighted to see there was a large in- ground pool as I dearly love swimming. The only other house nearby was one across the street, which was then under construction but nearing completion.

Marissa had decorated our new home entirely to her tastes; pastel colors with an abundance of frills and flowers. Very feminine, but still very homey. We quickly settled into a routine with both of us working very hard all week. I was expected to do all the cooking and housework, either in the evening after work or on weekends.

The day of our first anniversary, the last Friday in June, we had just arrived home from a superb dinner at what was arguably the best restaurant in the area. I was hoping we'd go to bed early and celebrate with some lovemaking, but I was badly mistaken.

Marissa told me to go into the living room and sit down. She had a very important matter she wanted to talk to me about. I could tell from the tone of her voice that something serious was about to occur. "John, this house is a mess. You don't have enough time or energy to do a thorough job of maintaining it. I've thought it out and I've concluded that you must quit your job immediately. I want you to become a full time housekeeper. I'm entirely dissatisfied with the condition of this house, so you're to devote all your time and effort to maintaining it."

"But I like my job," I protested lamely. "Please, Marissa. I know I can do better with the house if you'll only give me another chance."

"No, that's what I've decided and I won't change my mind. Call you office tomorrow morning and tell them you won't be coming in again, ever. Give them any excuse you want, but you're never going there again. Do you understand me?"

My heart wasn't in it, but I immediately agreed, knowing that to argue would have been an exercise in total futility.

"There's something else I have to tell you. Since the day I met you, you've been a complete failure as a man. I'm hoping you'll be more of a success as a full- time housewife. Succeed at this or I'm leaving you. Is that clear?"

Totally astonished by her pronouncement, I managed to mumble, "I know I can do better, Marissa. You'll see. I'll be the perfect househusband."

"Maybe you didn't hear me. I didn't say househusband. I said housewife. You're so completely inept at both housekeeping and being a man that I'm going to immediately dispose of all your male clothes. From now on, you're going to be my housewife. Maybe you'll be better at that, but I doubt it. You're going to dress the part completely as well. You're to look and act like a woman every minute of every day from now on. I intend to let your hair grow until it's at least shoulder length, and then I'll have it professionally styled. As soon as I've finished explaining your new role, you will go upstairs and shower. While you're in there, you will shave off each and every one of your disgusting body hairs. That will be your daily routine from now on. One more thing. The name John won't be at all appropriate for your new role. Your name is Remy now. I never want to hear the name John again."

Naturally, I was completely appalled, but I knew it would be completely pointless to argue with her. My only choices were to do as I had been instructed or move out, and I loved her far too much to ever contemplate leaving her.

"Now come with me, Remy," she ordered. "There's something I want to show you." She led me down the long hall and into the spare bedroom next to ours. I obediently followed, wondering what horror would occur next, hoping beyond hope that all this just might be a joke she was playing on me to punish me for not keeping the house up properly. "This will be your bedroom from now on. Go over to the closet and open it up. Your new wardrobe is in there. These new clothes are the only ones you will be allowed to wear from now on."

I apprehensively opened the double bi-folding doors. There, in front of me, were dozens of dresses, skirts and blouses. On the floor were high-heeled shoes in a wide array of color. I knew then Marissa was absolutely committed to changing me into a woman and a housewife. My heart sank.

"I know I've been a lousy housekeeper, Marissa," I pleaded, "but isn't there some other way you can find to punish me? I'll look completely ridiculous in these clothes."

"You may look ludicrous at first, Remy, but by the time I finish with you, I know you'll be the perfect, pretty little housefrau. That's all you're really qualified for, and you haven't even been able to manage that so far. Any woman with half a brain could do a better job than you've been doing. Now go over to the dresser and open the drawers. You'll find all your lingerie there. In the top right drawer are panties and bras. The next drawer down is half slips and slips, and in the bottom are your nighties. On the left, first makeup and jewelry, then pantyhose and stockings, and finally accessories, scarves, belts and so forth. I've gone to a great deal of work to acquire all these lovely things for you so you'd better take good care of them. I think you'll look so pretty in all this feminine funery, don't you?"

The drawers were just as she had described them; filled with silky underwear, mostly in pastel colors and lavishly trimmed with lace. I stood staring at them as I replied, "If you say so, Marissa, but I'm not even sure what all these things are. Who's going to show me how to wear them?"

"I'll show you at first, but I'll also expect you to take some initiative for a change. When I'm at the office and you've finished with all your housework, I insist you try on everything here and become familiar with each outfit. I have no intention of leading you by the hand forever like some brain-damaged child."

I could only stand there with my head hanging, tears forming in my eyes. I knew then what was to become of me. My manhood would be erased. The ultimate insult, and I was powerless, totally helpless to prevent it. Any effort on my part to change her mind would be in vain.

"Now get out of that suit and into the shower. I want you back in my bedroom in thirty minutes without a single hair on your body below your neck, as hairless as a newborn baby. Do you understand me, Remy?"

"Yes, I understand you," I whimpered, stung by hearing myself called by a woman's name. My eyes pleaded with her but she ignored me entirely and stalked out of the room. I stripped and went into the adjoining bathroom. It took me close to an hour to rid my body of all it's hair, but thankfully I managed it with only a few minor nicks and scrapes. I dried off, then slipped into the pink terry cloth robe I found hanging on the back of the door. Marissa was in bed reading when I walked into her room.

"What took you so long, Remy?" she snapped. "Didn't you hear me tell you to be back in thirty minutes?"

"I'm sorry," I stammered, "but it's hard to reach a lot of the places I had to shave. The razor kept jamming up with hair. I finished as quickly as I could."

"Come over here and take off that robe. Let me see if you've finally managed to do something right."

I moved next to the bed and dropped my robe at my feet. She looked me over very closely, making me turn around several times while examining every inch of freshly shaven skin.

"It seems you are capable of following my instructions when you put your mind to it, Remy. Now I want you to tuck me in and then go to your room, take out a nightgown and panties for yourself and then go to sleep. In the morning, I'll go over everything in more detail immediately after you've called in and quit your job."

I made sure she was comfortable and then went back to what was to be, from then on, my bedroom. Three tries later I found the dresser drawer that held the nightgowns and selected a peach nylon gown with matching panties to sleep in. Although I'm chagrined to admit it, the gown and panties did feel very sexy and soft against my newly shaven skin. After several hours of tossing and turning, I finally managed to drop off into a fitful sleep.

Chapter Two - The Dawning of a New Day and a New Life

I awoke the next morning and, before I was fully awake, I began to wonder where I was. Then the memory of the previous night rushed back into my mind. For a minute I hoped it was a dream, but then the realization that I was wearing a nightgown and silky panties immediately put that hope to rest.

When I trudged into the living room wearing my bathrobe to cover up the peach gown, Marissa was sitting there, already dressed in a beige silk shirt and flowing, dark green skirt.

"It's about time you got out of bed, you lazy bitch," she snarled at me. "This was your last morning to sleep in. No wonder this house is such a mess. You'll be up every day at five a.m. from now on. I want you to be showered, dressed up in something pretty, and have my breakfast ready by seven. Then you'll wait until I've eaten and draw my bath. I'll inform you of what I want to wear and, while I bathe, you'll get my things ready. Do you understand all that, or will it be necessary for me to write it down?"

"No, I understand you, Marissa. Up at five and have everything ready by seven."

"Good. Oh, and one more thing, Remy. From now on you're to call me mistress unless I tell that you're allowed to address me by my name. I want you to call your office now and quit your job, then get my breakfast. Orange juice, dry toast and black coffee. I want it served on the deck. Make sure the toast is hot. You know how I hate cold toast."

"Yes, Mistress," I obediently replied. I immediately went into the kitchen and started the coffee while I thought of what I'd say to my office when I telephoned. I eventually decided to contend the reason I was resigning was for personal reasons and, when I finally screwed up the courage to place the call several minutes later, that's what I said. I simply left it at that, knowing no explanation was better than some lame one. Surprisingly, my boss didn't ask me any questions. Happily for me, he seemed satisfied with that reason. I didn't know what I would have said if he'd pressed me further.

Marissa was sunning herself in a lounge chair on the deck when I arrived with her rather spartan breakfast. I informed her that I had made my phone call and was no longer employed. She seemed pleased with the news but made no comment about it.

"As soon as I'm finished here, Remy, I want you to take all these dishes in, then prepare a bath for me. You're to take a quick shower and shave again. Meet me in you room as soon as you're finished and I'll pick out something for you to wear today."

With my heart in my throat, I responded the only way possible. "Yes, mistress." I was so nervous that I was barely able to shave in the shower. The thought of wearing a dress for the rest of my life was more than appalling. I briefly wondered if I should just take the razor and slit my wrists. That way this nightmare would all be over, but I knew I'd never have the courage to go through with it. Besides, it was possible Marissa would relent eventually if I managed to keep the house in perfect order. That prospect that I hoped would keep me going. I towelled off and stepped back into my room in the nude. Marissa was waiting for me and she inspected my shave. Seemingly approving of it, she walked over to the dresser.

"Just look at you," she said, "that skinny chest, and your hips and ass have always looked more like a woman's than a man's. That's a very good start. Now, here's what I expect from you. Every day from now on you'll be wearing a bra and panties, either a full or half slip and pantyhose. As soon as you've learned which outfits are appropriate and how to accessorize them, I'll let you pick out your own clothes, subject to my approval, of course. But, for the next few weeks, I'll select every item you wear. Today, I think I'd like to see you in pink lingerie. Would you like that, Remy?"

"Pink sounds nice, mistress," I answered candidly. It was one of my favorite colors and I had always loved seeing her in frilly pink underwear.

"Very nice," she said as she selected my underwear after rummaging through the dresser drawers. "These tight, stretchy panties will be perfect to hide that shrimpy little penis of yours. Put them on and tuck it back between your girlish cheeks, Remy."

I ignored the insult and obediently stepped into the lacy pink panties. After pulling them up around my waist, I reached down and stuffed my penis back between my legs. Incredibly, no visible sign of my male appendage remained.

"That's perfect, Remy. You're looking more like a girl every minute. Now put on this matching bra. You'll notice it's very well padded so you'll look like you have nice breasts. Slip you arms through the straps and then hook it in back."

It took me more than one try to maneuver the two hooks together, but I did manage and I was startled to find that I liked the way it looked and felt on me.

Marissa must have noticed because she smiled at me for the first time in days. "I see you're pleased to finally have a large chest, Remy. You do like it, don't you?"

"Yes, mistress, I do," I blushingly admitted, "but I don't know why."

"It's because you've been a pussy all your life and now you're finally able to look like what you actually are." So much for the friendly spirit, I realized. Her smile had fooled me for a minute, but I should have known better. "These pantyhose are next. Be careful not to run them when you put them on. I'm sure you know how to do it because you've leered at me often enough while I was putting mine on."

I had watched her quite often and thought I had a fair idea of what to do, so I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled them up my freshly shaved legs with little difficulty. The silky feeling of them against my bare legs sent shivers of pleasure up to my tightly encased penis.

"Very good, Remy. You're learning to be a woman very quickly. I think I want you in a full slip today. That will be pretty, won't it?"

"I guess so, Mistress. I really don't know much about this stuff. I'll wear whatever you think is best."

"I'm sure you'll learn very quickly. Here, this one should do nicely. See all the delicate lace on the bodice and hem? Don't you think it's gorgeous? You know, I've spent a lot of time and money making sure you have a delightful collection of lingerie. I hope you appreciate it."

"I have to admit it is very pretty, and I really do appreciate all the trouble you went to. I guess if I have to dress this way I might as well have nice things."

"That's the attitude I want you to have, Remy. What a good girl you are! Here, put it on."

The slip fit me perfectly and when I looked over in the mirror, I was treated to a view of my body that appeared to be one of an adequately built, well dressed woman.

"Now it's time to select a dress for you. I think a dress would be the most appropriate thing for you to wear on your first day as a woman. Come over to the closet with me so I can hold some up to you."

I waited as she thumbed through the more than twenty dresses hanging on pink plastic hangers. She consider several she held against me and then settled on a long-sleeved red knit with wide black belt and a short skirt. She helped me into it and slid the zipper up the back.

"Oh, that's wonderful, Remy. It fits you perfectly, and it looks very sexy on you. These black pumps with three-inch heels will be a terrific match. It may take you some time to get used to wearing them, but don't take them off until I tell you to, even if it's hard for you to walk in them. The best way to learn is by wearing them all the time."

I wiggled my stocking covered feet into the shoes and took a few tentative steps. After realizing that I had to keep my ankles rigid, I did fairly well.

"See, you are a natural! I knew you would be. In a few days you're going to feel more at home in a dress and heels than you ever did in a suit and wing tips. I guarantee it," Marissa said.

"I hope so, Mistress, because I feel a little foolish now. Are you sure I'll look nice this way?"

"A lot nicer than you ever looked as a man, that much I'm convinced of. You were always such an average looking person. I'm going to make you into a very pretty girl, and I know that eventually you're going to like yourself a lot more, too. I bet you even end up thanking me. It's time to do your face now. Go over to the dresser and get all the cosmetic there in the top left- hand drawer. Bring them into the bathroom. I'll do your face in there."

I located all the compacts, tubes and brushes, then scooped them up and followed her into the bathroom.

"This will be your job as soon as you learn to do it, so I want you to pay close attention to each step. First, I'm going to pluck your eyebrows into a suitable feminine contour. It may hurt a bit, but I don't want to hear even the slightest whimper out of you. Do you hear me, Remy?"

"Yes, Mistress. I'll be quiet, I promise," I replied obediently.

I managed to stay silent although it did hurt a bit. Thankfully, it was over in only a few minutes. Marissa rapidly applied cover stick to my upper lip, chin and chin line then camouflaged my entire face with a liquid makeup. I watched closely as she accented my cheek bones with blusher, and tried to memorize each step as she expertly applied my eye shadow and liner.

I had to look away as my lashes were liberally covered with mascara, but she described each stroke for me so I got the basic idea. With a small, slender brush she painted my lips a deep red, making them seem wider and fuller than they actually were.

"That's much better," she said after stepping back and scrutinizing her work. "You know, you actually do make a very lovely woman. Take a look and see if you aren't as pleased as I am."

I peered at my reflection in the lighted mirror and was genuinely delighted to see that I did look very attractive. I would never have believed that cosmetics could make that big a difference. "I do look good, Marissa. It's amazing! You're very talented with all this makeup. Wow!"

A surprised look crossed her face. "Tell me the truth, Remy. You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"I guess I am somewhat," I confessed. "I look more attractive now than I ever have at any time in my life. It's much nicer to see a pretty face looking back at me from the mirror than a plain, boring one."

"And what about the clothes?" she asked. "Do you like the way you look in themas well? I know I do."

"It's not so much the way I look, but the way they feel that I like. I've never experienced the feel of silky material again my skin before. It feels exquisite. I guess I've been missing out on a lot wearing all those cotton and wool things."

"Well, you're not going to wear those awful clothes again," Marissa informed me. "That much I guarantee you. They're all being shipped off to Goodwill today. Let's get you in a wig. I can't wait to see the finished product. Wait here a minute. I'll be right back."

She left the bathroom and I quickly went back to the mirror to study my face. I was pretty for the first time ever and I couldn't stop enjoying it.

Marissa was back minutes later and pinned a blonde wig with long, curly hair on my head. She spent several minutes with a brush adjusting it and then stepped out of the way so I could see how I looked. If I had been pleased before, then I was delighted! I was absolutely gorgeous, as lovely as any woman I've ever seen.

"Oh, Mistress, I love it," I gushed. "It's fabulous. Thank you so much. I'm so sorry I ever doubted you."

"You are too beautiful, Remy," she exclaimed. "Shit, even I never thought you'd look this good. Come on, girl. Let's get out of this bathroom and finish you up."

"You mean there's more to do?" I asked.

"Of course. I'm going to spray you with some perfume, paint your nails and find some jewelry for you. Then I want to set up a purse for you. No more male wallets or pockets to carry things in. You'll need a handbag for money and cosmetics and a brush and mirror. You know, just like all the things I have in mine."

"I do have a lot to learn and I assure you I'll learn quickly. I can't believe it, but this is fun!"

"Well, it may be fun, but don't forget for a minute that you have a lot of work to do now. That's the reason all this began, remember?"

"Yes, I know. I wasn't a very good husband. That's all over. You won't have any cause for complaints again. I'm going to be the perfect housewife. I want to be sure you're as happy as I am, Marissa."

"Mistress, not Marissa! And I intend to make sure you work your fanny off, Remy."

"I'm sorry, Mistress. Can we do my nails now?"

"Slow down, Remy. First the perfume and the jewelry."

She sprayed my neck, wrists, and the backs of my knees with a wonderful scent, then gave me two rings, earrings, a bracelet, a watch and a necklace to put on. I got everything on but the earrings which she had to help with because I kept getting them tangled in my hair.

"I think I'll have you ears pierced so we can both wear the same earrings, Remy. There's no point in having two sets."

"I hope they're more comfortable than these clip-ons. They really pinch my earlobes. I'm not sure I'll be able to wear them for very long."

"You'll wear them until I tell you to take them off. Now come with me." We went and sat in the kitchen while she showed me how to do my nails. While they were drying, she got out a medium sized black handbag for me and collected all the feminine necessities I'd need to carry in it.

"That's it, Remy. Now you're done. A woman for today, and for as long as you live here. I think, to celebrate your new status, we'll go out to lunch and then maybe do a bit of shopping. There's a new restaurant I've been wanting to try."

I stopped breathing for a minute and then stared at her. "You don't really mean that you and I will go out to eat with me dressed this way, do you?"

"Of course that's what I mean, you idiot," she shouted. "Haven't you been listening to me? This is how you're going to spend the rest of your life. Did you think I was going to keep you locked up in the house?"

"No, I didn't think that. I guess I never thought about it at all. It's all been so sudden. I haven't really had any time to think about how I'll live, or what I'll do."

"That's why I've always had to do the thinking for you. You don't plan ahead at all. You'd be a terribly sorry case if I hadn't taken care of you, wouldn't you, Remy?"

"Yes, Mistress, I guess I would. It just makes me very nervous to think about walking in a restaurant in this short red dress. Won't people know I'm really a man?"

"God, you are totally moronic! Didn't you see how you looked in the mirror. Is that the face or the body of a man? Didn't you see how wonderful your legs looked in those silky stockings? Not another word out of you, missy. Let's get going. I'm hungry."

I knew better than to utter another word. I started for the door only to be called back abruptly by Marissa.

"You forgot your purse, you air-head. Get it and watch how I carry mine. From now on, you're to pay close attention to everything I do and copy it. It's the only way someone as dense as you will ever learn to act like a woman."

We left the house and I was visibly shaking as we went to the car. I walked over to the driver's side and opened the door for Marissa. Almost instantly, I knew I had screwed up again.

"Have you ever seen a woman holding a car door for another woman, Remy? Start using your head. !Think about what you're going to do before you do it. Think like a woman and not like a man."

Sheepishly, I let go of the door and watched her get in the car. I walked around and got in my side carefully, making sure I straightened my skirt just as I had seen her do moments before.

"That's more like it," she said, smiling as she watched me cross my legs. "Now you're paying attention. Be sure you walk like I do, and your manners must be that of a lady when were eating. Don't embarrass me with any of your male bad habits. Just watch me and imitate everything I do. Then you'll be fine."

"Yes, Mistress," I obediently replied, my voice quivering as I wondered what the remainder of the day held for me.

Chapter Three - Out, and Out on the Town

When we arrived at the restaurant, Marissa turned the car over to the valet parking attendant. As he held the door for me to get out, I was pleasantly surprised to note he thoroughly enjoyed his extensive view of my legs. I realized that, until I became more practiced at getting out of a car while wearing a short skirt, I'd probably get many such admiring looks. Maybe I shouldn't bother to learn, I thought risquely!

The restaurant was nearly filled, mostly it seemed, with women lunching together. Luckily, we were able to get a good table as some other diners had just finished paying their bill. I remembered not to hold Marissa's chair and even smiled pleasantly at the waiter as he held mine for me.

"Not bad, Remy. You're learning fast. Let's have a drink and then we'll order."

The waiter came back and she ordered a very dry vodka martini for both of us. I sipped my drink, trying to be careful not to smear my lipstick. I soon felt the effects of the alcohol as I hadn't had anything to eat all day. For the first time, I relaxed a bit and began to enjoy my new self.

"I assume it's alright for me to call you Marissa while we're out in public. Can I ask you a question?"

"Yes it is, and you may ask me anything, sweetie."

"Did you know before today that I'd like being a woman, or did that surprise you as much as it surprised me?"

"I've known for a long time that you were a miserable failure as a man," she replied in a low voice, "and I was just about to give up on you completely. Then I recognized there was still a good part of you that could be salvaged, and that's your female aspect which has always been a very strong part of your personality. I just decided to help you accent the good and suppress the undesirable traits. The only way I could think to do that was to turn you into what I knew would make you like yourself more. Then you'd feel free to experience all the wonderful feminine traits that you'd suppressed for so long. As usual, I was right about what's best for you."

"Yes, I guess you were," I admitted. "It's going to take me a long time to completely adjust to being a different person but I know now it's something I want to do very much. Thanks for taking the time to find the real me."

"I still care a lot about you, Remy. Otherwise I wouldn't have bothered. As far as I'm concerned, John is dead. If you ever try to revive him, I want you to know I'll throw you out and divorce you. Is that clear?"

"He's dead and past revival, so that wouldn't ever happen, I assure you. I guess the only other question I have now is what's to become of our relationship? Are we going to live together as friends, sleeping in separate bedrooms forever?"

"We're still legally bound together by marriage, but I feel it's important for each of us to retain her own identity. We may have sex in the future with each other or we may both decide to date other people. I'm just going to leave that part open. I'll determine that when it's time for a decision to be made and not before."

"That's fine with me although I do admit I'll miss sleeping with you."

The waiter returned then so we ordered lunch and talked only sporadically as we ate. We opted not to have dessert, so Marissa paid the check after we drank our coffee.

On the way out, she informed me that she had to make a trip to the ladies' room and that I was to come with her. Immediately, my nerves became frazzled again but I dutifully followed her in. We both went into stalls and, realizing I had to go as well, I put down my bag and managed to hold my skirt and slip up while I slid my pantyhose down to my knees. I snuck my penis out the leg opening of my panties and quickly peed. While I was sitting there, I noticed how pretty my legs looked in the silky hose framed by the pink lace of my slip. How could anyone ever want to be a man when they could wear such pretty things if they were a woman, I thought. It was more difficult to get everything back in place, but I eventually managed to tuck myself away and pull my hose back up, then smoothed down my slip and skirt.

Marissa was standing at the sink washing her hands when I came out. As I had never been in a women's bathroom before, I just watched what she did and copied her every move. Although a bit clumsy about it, I even managed to redo my lipstick and tuck in a few stray hairs. The other women in the rest room didn't pay any more attention to me than they did to anyone else, so I had to assume they thought of me as a woman. Their acceptance gave me a very warm, comforting feeling.

As we were close to a mall and it was still early, Marissa drove there so we could spend some time shopping. I had a fabulous time going through all the stores and trying on anything she thought might look good on me. She bought me several new outfits and some wild breast forms that had perfect one-inch nipples poking out from them. Another treat for me was several garter belts and a colorful variety of stockings to go with them.

I found that walking in the mall was fun for more than one reason. I loved the feeling of my stocking covered thighs brushing against one another as I walked, and the gentle caress of my skirt and slip on my legs sent thrills through me. Also, we received many admiring glances from men as we walked from store to store. Marissa asked me how I felt about their lecherous looks and I truthfully admitted they both pleased and excited me.

One of the highlights of that day for me was having my ears pierced. Marissa had insisted on it and, at first, I was leery of it, fearing it would be painful. When I saw the beautiful assortment of earrings available for pierced ears in the shop, I quickly changed my mind. It was soon over, and with a bare minimum of pain. Gold posts were inserted into the openings and then we spent almost an hour picking out more than a dozen pairs of earrings that we both loved.

As we were tired by then and my feet were killing me from spending hours in heels, we left the mall and headed home. Dinner that evening was leftovers and then we retired early to our separate rooms.

Chapter Four - Learning the Ways of Womanhood

One morning, about two months after our anniversary, my Mistress Marissa hit me with a real surprise.

"Remy, I want you to prepare a very special dinner this evening. I think a roast pork with potatoes and some sort of vegetable will do. I've invited Annette over. We have a new contract to plan out and it will be easier to do here than at the office."

Annette, a twenty-two year old brunette with the face and figure of a fashion model, was her chief assistant and right-hand woman at the office. I knew Marissa hadn't forgotten that Annette knew me very well.

"Mistress, are you sure that's a good idea? Annette may tell the other women at the office about me."

"Annette knew about this before you did. Do you think I'm as dense as you are? She helped me pick out most of the clothes you own. She's the same size you are, so I had her model them for me to be sure they'd look right on you."

"I'm sorry, Mistress. I should have known better than to question you. Will she be comfortable being around me while I'm wearing a dress?"

"Why shouldn't she? Unlike you, she's not an ignorant housewife. There's one more thing I think you should know, Remy. Annette and I have been occasional lovers ever since I hired her. I don't want to hear a word out of you this evening if we decide to go to bed together after we finish our work. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Mistress," I replied, hoping the shock I felt wasn't apparent in my voice. "Very clear. I'll have drinks and dinner waiting by six o'clock."

Pictures of the two of them in bed together were flashing through my head as I left to clean up the breakfast dishes. I had a very confusing range of emotions about this new development. Jealousy came first but then a wave of sexual curiosity took over. As with most men, the thought of two women making love was a real turn on for me. It would do me no good to object so I might as well accept it.

I spent the morning tiding up the house, then went to the market to get the ingredients for the pork roast dinner. By that time, the people in the local stores had come to know me as Mrs. Wright, a very good customer, so I was assured of getting the best cuts of meat and fresh vegetables. I'd had to use Marissa's name because the only way I had to pay for anything was with her credit cards.

I briefly stopped in at the liquor store and, with the owner's help, selected two bottles of wine to complement the meal. He was always more than happy to see me come in his shop and never missed an opportunity to flirt with me. I was extremely flattered to discover this very attractive man liked me and, had I been single, I might have accepted one of his numerous dinner invitations.

As it was a relatively easy dinner to fix, I was done by five and went upstairs to change into something more appropriate for company. After looking over every outfit I owned, I ultimately selected a low-cut blue silk sheath that fit me like a glove. After checking my hair and redoing my makeup, I slipped into black lace lingerie and a matching garter belt. I attached silky stockings in a flattering shade of light beige to the garters, then pulled a slip and my dress on over my head. Having finally mastered the art of back zippers, all I had left to do was find the shoes that matched the dress and then spray on a bit of perfume.

Crystal earrings and bracelet in place, I went to check the roast. Earlier, I had set the table using our best mauve Royal Dalton dishes with a centerpiece of fresh pink impatiens from our own garden. Those delicate flowers have always been one of my favorites.

Marissa and Annette arrived a few minutes after six. I greeted them at the door with my warmest smile. Marissa was wearing the navy suit and while silk blouse I had laid out for her that morning, while Annette looked delightful in a short sleeved cotton print dress with a scoop neckline.

"Welcome, Annette, it's nice to see you again," I said and meant every word. She was one of my favorite people and she'd always been very pleasant to me, more than was necessary even to the husband of her boss.

"Hi, Remy," she said, giving me an affectionate hug. "Wow! You look fabulous. Marissa told me you were pretty but I had no idea you'd be so beautiful! That blue dress is just perfect on you. I was sure it would be when I helped Marissa pick it out."

Regrettably, I blushed, but I just couldn't help it. "Thanks, it's very nice of you to say that. May I get you a drink?"

"Some white wine would be nice if you have some open."

"Of course, and what may I get for you, Mistress?"

"I'll have the same, Remy. Bring our drinks out on the deck and have dinner on the table for us at seven. No later. We have a contract to look over afterwards and I don't intend to waste the whole evening with work." She looked over at Annette and gave her a knowing smile. I knew then she was planning on taking her to bed. Annette looked her directly in the eye and smiled back. Judging by her response, Annette was as ready as Marissa.

Dinner was ready on time and, after lighting the candles and filling the wine glasses, I served it to them. Marissa, obviously in a good mood, allowed me to dine with them. What a perfect occasion! Just us three girls having dinner together! We talked all through the meal. After coffee, Marissa and Annette went into the study to work.

I cleared the table, cleaned up the kitchen then did the dishes. By that time, I was tired so I sat on the couch in the living room and began to read a book.

Just before ten, Marissa and Annette joined me in the living room and asked for more wine. I went back into the kitchen and took the second bottle of wine out of the refrigerator. I carefully poured two glasses and put them on a tray.

When I returned to the living room, Marissa and Annette were sitting next to each other on the couch, with Marissa's arm around her attractive assistant's shoulder.

"Didn't Remy turn out well, Annette?" she said as I bent over and placed their glasses on the coffee table. "She was such a failure as a man and a husband, but I do think she has genuine potential as a pretty little housewife, don't you?"

I know Marissa enjoyed taunting me and usually it didn't bother me, but when she did it in front of Annette, someone I liked and admired, I found it very humiliating. I guess it must have shown on my face because I could tell Marissa was really savoring it more than usual.

"She is very pretty," Annette said. "I would never have thought a man would be able to become such a pretty woman. I think you made the right choice, Marissa. I like Remy much better this way than I did when she was so butch."

"She tried to be butch," Marissa again taunted, "but even failed at that. Just look at that body and especially those legs. Do they look like they ever belonged to a man?"

"Well, from what I can see," Annette responded, "they're as nice as mine but no man could match my legs so she must have been a girl all along."

"Remy, pull up your skirt and show Annette all of your legs. There's no reason for you to hide you charms from other women in the privacy of our own home, is there?"

"No, Mistress, not if you tell me to." I took hold of the sides of my skirt and raised it and my slip up to the tops of my stockings.

"Oh, look. The slut is even wearing stockings," Marissa said. "Pull your skirt all the way up to your waist. Do it now."

I dutifully pulled my skirt all the way up to my waist and raised my eyes to the ceiling so I wouldn't have to see their mocking reactions. Even though I found it completely humiliating to stand there exposing myself in front of two women, I was starting to feel a tingling in my crotch. Thankfully, my penis was tightly compacted in my stretchy panties or Marissa might have noticed and been angry with me.

"Her legs are fabulous," Annette finally said. "Perfect, in fact, but I have to ask one question. What did you do with her male organs? I don't see any sign of them. I hope you didn't cut them off, Marissa."

"No, I haven't cut them off - yet. Because they were so small to begin with, she's able to hide them between her legs. It's almost as if they didn't exist at all. I like it this way, don't you? She looks so much more feminine."

"I have to admit she does look very sexy in that black lingerie. I think she must have cut them off herself," Annette said. "I can't believe any man could look so much like a woman between his legs and still have a cock and balls."

"Well, maybe Remy was a bad girl and decided to do a little home surgery without telling me about it. I think we'd better check and see if she did. Slide your panties down, Remy, and then take them off."

"Do I have to, Mistress?" I pleaded with her. "I swear all my things are still there."

"You heard me, you silly bitch! Do it now or we'll come over there and do it for you."

I knew then I had no choice so, while holding my skirt up around my waist with one hand, I tugged my panties down with the other and stepped out of them. My semi- erect penis immediately sprung out of it's hiding place and into the full view of my two tormentors.

"Well, it seems she likes this kind of attention, Annette. Just look at her little clit sticking out like it's something to be proud of. Come over here and stand right in front of us, Remy. I want to get a better look at it. It's almost too small to be seen from here." The two steps over to the couch seemed like miles. I tried in vain to retain some semblance of my dignity as I moved in front of them.

"It is kind of cute," Annette said. "Why don't you rub your clit for me so I can see just how big it gets, Remy?"

I looked pleadingly at Marissa but her only response was, "Do it! Rub your clit for her, just like the slut I know you are."

My hand reached down and stroked my male member until I attained a complete erection. Marissa must have enjoyed the show because I saw her hand slide up between her parted legs. Annette noticed it too and moments later she pulled up her skirt. As she wasn't wearing any pantyhose, her fingers quickly began fondling her pussy lips through her panties.

"Marissa, if it's all right with you, I'd like to watch Remy stroke herself until she gets so excited that she cums on my legs and my pussy."

"Of course, my sweet one," Marissa repled, smiling. "That's fine with me. Remy, come over and stand in front of Annette and help her off with her panties, then do as she asked. Just be careful you don't get any on the couch or I'll have to give you a spanking."

I didn't even bother to object, partly because I knew it was useless and partly because I was hot enough by then that I was very much looking forward to seeing Annette's pussy and coating it with my ejaculation. I bent over in front of her and pulled her panties down as she momentarily raised her hips off the couch. The smell of her sparsely covered damp pussy rushed up to my nose as I slid her panties down her shapely legs.

As soon as they were off, she placed her heels up on the cushion next to her bottom and spread her knees wide apart affording me a clear view of her cunt. Marissa began kissing her as Annette's finger drew circles around her own swollen clit. I leaned forward and rapidly moved my hand back and forth over my clit until I could feel my sperm about to burst forth. I moved as close as I could just as the first burst streamed out onto her bush. In seconds, her upper thighs and pussy were coated with the last of my white, milky fluid. Her orgasm followed mine by only seconds.

Marissa leaned over and kissed Annette again as soon as she stopped climaxing, her hand slipping into the top of her dress and capturing her breast.

"I just love to see you cum, Annette," she said as she drew back. "Your face is at its most beautiful then."

"Thank you. That was fun but it's nowhere near as good as when you turn me on, and now I'm all sticky and gooey."

"Don't worry about that," Marissa said. "I'll just have Remy clean up the mess she made. Remy, kneel down in front of Annette and lick her clean. Make sure you don't miss even the smallest drop. When you're done with her sweetness, you can bathe mine. After a long day at the office, I don't feel as fresh as I'd like."

"Yes, Mistress," I replied, thinking to myself that this was one of the most pleasant tasks she'd ever assigned me. I'd always loved licking pussy and Annette was a very beautiful woman who I thought had a particularly beautiful pussy.

As I began my cleanup, Marissa stood up and began undressing. Annette's eyes watched as she slowly removed each item of clothing. As soon as she was completely naked, Marissa stepped over me and straddled Annette by placing her knees on either side of Annette's hips. She smiled down at her seductively, then helped her pull her dress up over her head. Marissa's pussy was very close to Annette's, making my job slightly more difficult but immensely more pleasant.

As soon as all the mess on Annette's thighs was gone, I moved up to her very wet lips and licked them for much longer than was necessary to clean them. Her juices were flowing rapidly by then, responding to my tongue below and Marissa's lips above.

Marissa lowered herself so that their clits were touching, then began a slow up and down movement. I licked both pussies as best I could, then moved back and watched as their passion rose, culminating in screaming mutual orgasms.

Minutes later Marissa had recovered enough to say, "That's all for tonight, Remy. Annette and I are going to bed now. She'll be here for breakfast so prepare something special. Don't draw a bath for me in the morning. We'll shower together and then breakfast on the deck."

"Yes, Mistress," I said. "Goodnight, Mistress. Goodnight, Annette. Sleep well. I hope you'll come back for dinner again very soon."

I left them after retrieving my panties and went to my room. After a quick shower, I changed into a lovely, sheer, white nightgown then got into bed and listened to their lovemaking in the next room as I drifted off to sleep.

Chapter Five - My First Affair with a Man

One evening after Marissa and I had been out shopping, she was teasing me about all the attention I had received from an attractive shoe salesman at one of the better shoe stores. He had shown me several dozen pairs of shoes and with each pair I tried on, he attempted to peek under my skirt. He was openly flirting with me and I have to admit I'd liked it. Several times, feeling exceedingly daring, I made sure he got a unobstructed view of my lacy pink panties. By the time I was done, it was extremely obvious that he had an erection and so did I. When I paid for the three pairs of shoes I had selected with Marissa's credit card, he boldly offered to deliver them personally later that evening. Of course I refused, but my heart wasn't really in it.

"You know, Remy," Marissa told me later, "I think you should have accepted his offer for home delivery. I know you wanted to. I think we'll go back there in a few days and buy you some more shoes. If he offers to deliver them again, then I insist you tell him yes."

"He was a hunk, and I wouldn't mind making out with him," I admitted, surprising myself as much as Marissa, "but what would I do if he wanted to get into my panties? I don't think he'd appreciate finding a penis instead of a pussy, do you?"

"I'm sure you'll think of something. If you don't, I will. Every woman should have a least some experience with the opposite sex and your's is way overdue. I'll tell you this much. If you don't end up making love with him, it will be with some other man, and very soon. That much I promise you, Remy."

As it turned out, we did go back to the shoe store several days later, but unfortunately he wasn't working that night so we abandoned that idea, at least for the time being. I was truly disappointed as I'd psyched myself up for more flirtation. By that time, I was more than ready to make love with him. Although I was unaware of it, Marissa had not abandoned her conviction that I should acquire some experience with the opposite sex. I found out a month or so later that she had been looking for the proper man the whole time.

One afternoon she called me from work in a surprisingly good humor and informed me we were to have a guest for dinner that evening. She had run into her old boyfriend Richard at lunch and had invited him to dine with us. She had explained to him that she was separated from her husband and lived with a friend now, which I'm sure he was more than pleased to discover. She had also promised to have me cook his favorite dinner, steak and wild rice with asparagus, so I was to go out and immediately buy anything I needed. She also ordered me get his favorite wine. Naturally, I was surprised and a bit concerned that she'd be seeing her old lover, but I knew better than to object. As soon as she hung up, I rushed to the market and the liquor store to get the necessary ingredients.

As the rice was the only thing that would need any advance preparation, I spent the next hour making sure the house was in perfect order, then quickly showered and changed into fresh lingerie and a stunning floral print silk dress, one of my all-time favorites. It was clingy, fairly low cut and stopped well above my knees. After redoing my face, I put out some fresh flowers from our garden and set the table.

Marissa arrived home a few minutes after six and, as soon as she'd showered and changed, she checked over all my preparations to be sure I had everything done precisely as she had instructed me. Naturally, I had. "Why did you invite Richard for dinner?" I inquired peevishly, having finally mustered up enough courage to ask the question that had been bothering me all afternoon.

"Because I wanted to," Marissa responded sharply, "and that's all the reason I need. I like him and that's what matters. He's really very nice. Who are you to question my decisions anyway?"

I kept my mouth shut, knowing it would be useless for my to protest further. I had never met Richard but I knew they had been very close, lovers for more than a year, and the thought of them together again made me more than a little jealous. I moped around the kitchen until I heard the front door bell ring. "That must be Richard," Marissa said. "Answer the door, Remy, and be sure you're polite to him."

I checked my face carefully in the front hall mirror and then rushed to open the door. It was Richard, and he smiled warmly at me as I invited him in. "You must be Richard," I said as I looked him over. In spite of my jealousy, I had to admit he was very attractive. Around six feet tall with dark red hair and the build of an athlete, his face that of the typically rugged male, strong features, well formed.

His smile was warm as he looked me over from head to toe. "You must be Remy," he replied. "Marissa told me she was living with a friend but she didn't tell me you were so beautiful." Almost immediately I forgot my negative feelings towards him, plus I very much liked what I saw. No wonder Marissa had stayed with him for so long, I thought. He's handsome, sexy and quite charming.

Marissa joined us moments later and kissed Richard lightly on the lips. "I'm glad you could make it, Richard. Remy has been dying to meet you. I've told her all about us and she's had a hard time understanding why I passed you up for that wimp John, didn't you Remy?"

I knew she had trapped me with a ploy to embarrass me and it worked very well, but I was determined not to let her get to me. I decided to just play along and beat her at her own game. "John was nice, but I must admit that he was rather spineless. Whatever possessed you to marry him, Marissa? Definitely a dumb move from what I've seen."

Marissa managed to glare at me without Richard noticing. Round one to Remy, I thought happily. "He seemed nice at the time," she finally replied. "I've heard lately that he's turned gay and living with some motorcycle bum who passes him around to all his friends. No doubt that makes him happy. It's probably what he was looking for all along." She had definitely outfoxed me there, I realized. Verbal battling wasn't the sort of thing I enjoyed doing, so I gave Marissa a look with surrender written all over it. We chatted more amicably for awhile and then I excused myself to finish in the kitchen. The steaks and asparagus took only a few minutes, so I dressed the salad and poured the wine while I was waiting.

As soon as everything was ready, I brought it to the dining room table and then went to announce it was time to eat. Much to my dismay, I found Marissa and Richard necking passionately on the couch. Her legs were parted, his hand was up under her skirt and she was rubbing what was obviously his erection through his pants.

I was angry and hurt but there wasn't a thing I could do about it except interrupt them rudely. "If you two can tear yourselves away from one another, the dinner I've spent hours preparing is ready," I said in a very huffy tone.

"I'm sure Richard and I can pick up where we left off after dinner, Remy," Marissa said. "Let's see whether or not she's managed to screw up the dinner, Richard."

Richard looked a bit surprised at her remark and quickly came to my defense. "I'm sure it's fine, Marissa. Remy looks very capable to me."

Marissa, sensing that Richard didn't like all the tension in the room, softened her tone and said, "Sorry, Remy. It was a hard day at the office. I shouldn't take it out on you."

I knew her apology was for Richard's sake as she hadn't been that nice to me in years. "I understand, Marissa. Let's go eat before it's all cold."

Richard held our chairs for us and it truly made me feel very special. That, combined with his valiant defense of me minutes earlier, made me change my mind even more about him. Unexpectedly, he smiled at me and I realized then I had begun to like him. I felt an extraordinary warmth creep through me and settle in my clit. Dinner was a success and I blushed as Richard complimented me on my culinary skills several times. Naturally, Marissa had no comment whatsoever.

When we were done eating and chatting, I shooed them back into the living room, then quickly cleared the table as I didn't want to leave them alone for too long. Moments later, I joined them a carrying a tray with coffee and cups. They were sitting next to each other on the couch so I sat in a chair facing them, making sure Richard got a good look at my legs as I crossed them. He thanked me again for dinner and we began talking, filling each other in on our backgrounds. Mine, by necessity, was mostly a fabrication but I did manage to make it sound very plausible.

Marissa interrupted us peevishly. "This is all very interesting, Remy, but you forgot to tell Richard the most important thing about yourself."

Knowing she wouldn't reveal that I was actually a man, I bewilderedly responded, "I don't know what you mean, Marissa."

"Of course you do, Remy, but I don't blame you for acting dumb and being embarrassed to tell anyone your little secret. Richard, would you believe that Remy is the only twenty-eight year old virgin left in the world?" Richard, obviously chagrined by Marissa's revelation, turned and looked at me but said nothing.

Knowing I just couldn't there sit silently, I angrily stammered, "That's really low, Marissa. You promised me you'd never repeat that to anyone. What kind of a friend are you?"

For the second time that evening, I had crossed Marissa and I could tell it had infuriated her. "Maybe there's something else you need to know, Richard," she snapped. "Remy and I have agreed that as long as she lives with me and I support her, she has to do everything I tell her to do without question. She's my lesbian house servant and maid. She actually needs to be dominated and is quite pleased with this arrangement, aren't you Remy?"

I realized then the game was up. She would no longer allow Richard to think of us as equals and, if I wanted to stay in that house, I'd have to be candid. "Yes, I'm very pleased that you allow me to take care of you, Marissa," I reluctantly admitted.

Richard sat back looking somewhat astonished, but he appeared to be relishing the bombshell Marissa had just exploded. Moments later, he looked at Marissa and said, "I like that idea a lot. I've always wanted to find a submissive woman like Remy for myself. That's probably why you and I didn't stay together any longer, Marissa. Both of us wanted to be in control of our relationship. If you ever tire of her, I hope you'll send her over to my house. I could put her to very good use."

"Right at this moment, I'm a bit tired of her," Marissa replied, her irritation with me quite apparent in her tone of voice, "but not enough to give her up permanently just yet, but if you'd like to share her for the evening, I'd definitely agree to that. It might even be fun to watch."

It was then I understood that that had been her plan all along. She had intended to share me with Richard from the first minute. I was appalled but also uncontrollably aroused. I knew I would soon have a man for the first time and I was thrilled!

"I'd like that a lot," Richard said, staring at me. "Remy, would you like to be my slave for the rest of the night?"

Marissa nodded to me, giving me approval to act as she knew I actually was looking forward to doing. "Do whatever he tells you to do, Remy, and do it well!"

I knelt down in front of Richard and said, "Yes, Master, I'd very much enjoy being you slave. Just tell me what to do and I'll try my best to please you in any way I can."

Marissa, being more in control at that moment than I was, took hold of Richard's arm. "There's only one restriction, Richard. Remy has her period, so her panties have to stay on." I was extremely relieved and very grateful that she'd thought of a way to keep Richard from discovering my true gender. He seemed slightly put out but agreeable.

"Remy, I know Richard loves blow jobs. He always loved the ones I gave him. I think the first thing you should do is suck him and have him cum in your mouth. Is that all right with you, Richard?"

"You must have read my mind, Marissa. Strip down to your bra and panties, Remy. Then I want you to take out my cock and suck it. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Master," I obediently replied, genuinely pleased to have the opportunity to be subservient to such a hunk. Suddenly, I was very impatient to have his cock in my mouth. "Thank you for allowing me to please you."

Marissa smiled, obviously delighted by my obedient tone. "I think she's getting the hang of being a good slave, don't you Richard?"

"It seems she likes it, too," he replied. "I've decided I want to see your tits, Remy. Take off you bra as well."

I stood in front of him and slowly stripped off my dress and slip, hoping he liked what he saw. I reached behind my back and unfastened my bra, realizing that, although my breasts were small, thankfully they were large enough for a man to appreciate. I picked up my clothes, folded them and put them on a chair, knowing how Marissa hated messes.

"Good girl, Remy," she said. "You look very sexy in lacy panties. The stockings and garter belt will make Richard hot, I'm sure. Don't you think she's pretty, Richard?"

"Sexy and pretty," he replied, his eyes roaming over my body and lingered on my breasts. "Play with your titties, Remy. I want to see you to make your nipples hard." I quickly obeyed, cupping my small breasts and teasingly offered them to him as my fingers gently tugged at my nipples. They immediately responded, stiffening, begging to be sucked. My clit had hardened and was straining against the restraining crotch of my panties. At that moment I was truly gratified for the concealment the tight fabric provided.

"Enough, Remy. Come over here and take out my cock," Richard ordered. "It's almost hard and it wants to cum in your sweet mouth."

"Yes, Master," I said as I knelt in front of Richard. Smiling up at him, I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. "If you'd please stand up for a minute Master, I'd be thrilled to take your pants off."

He stood up and I lowered his pants and briefs down to his ankles. His cock leapt forward and struck my cheek as I helped him step out of his clothes.

"It's very anxious to be sucked, I see," Marissa laughed. "Make sure you do a good job, Remy. If you don't, I may have to give you a spanking. Isn't his cock beautiful? I used to love feeling it inside me."

"It's perfect," I truthfully admitted. "I'll do a good job, Mistress. I promise."

Richard sat back down on the couch and I leaned forward, lowering my head until it was only inches from his erection. I tenderly kissed it's tip and smiled, pleased to see the pink ring my lipstick left on it. "Would you like me to lick it first, Master?" I asked, making sure I sounded suitably submissive.

"That would be nice, Remy. Lick it until it gets very hard. Make sure you do my balls as well. They're very sensitive."

"Thank you for allowing me to please you, Master," I said and then lovingly proceeded to coat the more than seven inches of his shaft with my saliva, making sure to taste every inch. With the tip of my tongue, I gently twirled the pubic hair on his balls and was rewarded by his low moan. I took his shaft in my hand as my tongue worked it's way to the base of his testicles. Carefully, I took each globe into my mouth and bathed it.

"Suck me now, bitch," he growled at me. "I can't wait any longer. You really have a fantastic tongue."

Pleased by the compliment and by knowing I'd been able to turn him on so much, I smiled up at his gorgeous face and said with genuine enthusiasm, "Oh, thank you, Master! I'm thrilled to be able to serve you. I hope you like my cock sucking as much. I've never done it before but I promise I'll try and do my best."

"See, I told you the stupid bitch was a virgin," Marissa said. "She'll probably give you the worst blow job you've ever had. If you don't make him cum in your mouth, Remy, I'll make sure you never stop regretting it. Suck him now! Do you hear me, bitch?"

"Yes, Mistress, I hear you," I replied. Tentatively, I began to take him into my mouth, wanting to prolong the pleasure for both of us but, all of a sudden I felt Marissa's hand on the back of my head pushing me down until my bottom lip was touching his balls and his cock was buried in the back of my throat. I gagged and tried to pull away but she held me firmly in place. Somehow I managed to control my gag reflex until she withdrew her hand.

"Suck him and make him cum, Remy. I want to see all of him in you every time you go down. When he cums, keep sucking until I tell you to stop."

Giving the only response possible, I began raising and lowering my head on his erection while licking it's sensitive underside. It would have been impossible to determine which of us was more excited by then. Richard's hips were bucking in time to my strokes, burying his sweet meat more deeply in my throat with each thrust. My clit, even though it was held tightly between my legs by my pink panties, was fully erect and I could feel a climax building.

"Ohhhh, Remy, that's perfect!" Richard moaned. "You're a fabulous cock sucker, you little bitch. Do it faster! I'm going to cum any second."

I took hold of the base of his cock and moved my hand in time with my mouth. I sucked him in and out as fast as I could, the velvet exterior of his shaft sliding against my tongue. Moments later, he erupted into my eager mouth, his seed a delicious coating for my tongue. I kept up my suction, selfishly wanting each and every tasty drop. When his spasms subsided, I lay my cheek on his thigh and rested, but for only a instant.

"Remy, I could tell you really liked having a hard dick between your pretty lips. You're a natural at cock sucking, aren't you?" Marissa mockingly said.

"Yes, Mistress, I guess I am. I hope you were pleased, Richard."

"You got a mouth full of man milk, didn't you? That alone should tell you I liked it. It really turned me on watching you swallow it, too. You're a hot little bitch, Remy."

"Thank you, Master," I responded with a smile, very pleased with his compliment. "I'd be happy to do it for you again anytime Marissa approves."

"See, I told you she was a slut," Marissa laughed. "Just look at her. She's dying to suck you off again right now. If I don't keep an eye on her, she'll be licking every cock in town!"

"I think you're right, Marissa," Richard said. "I know a real tramp when I see one. She'd probably like me to fuck her up the ass, too. I bet that would drive her wild."

Marissa sat back and roared at that. "Next time I just might let you fuck her butt, Richard. You'd really enjoy feeling that big, hard dick in your ass, wouldn't you Remy?"

"I don't know, Mistress," I answered honestly, "I've never done that before. It looks like it might be too big to fit in me though."

"If I tell you to let a man fuck your ass," Marissa yelled, "you'll do it and make it fit, bitch! I don't care if it rips you apart. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Mistress, I understand you," I said bravely. I liked the idea of a man being inside me but not if it would be forced and rough. Somehow, I knew if she ever let a man fuck me, she'd make sure it wasn't at all pleasant.

"Good. Now I think it's my turn. You two have had your fun and I want mine now. Remy, I want you to kiss my feet and then work your way up my legs. When you get to the top, take off my pantyhose and panties. Lick my pussy just as I tell you to. I want you to make me cum with your tongue. Be sure I have at least two orgasms or I'll fuck you silly with my dildo. Get busy, you slut. Do it now!" Of course, I followed her instructions to the letter. I lovingly kissed her feet, licking her shoe tops with my tongue, then gradually moved up her silky legs, covering every inch until my face was buried between her thighs.

By then she was very aroused and, in a second, raised her hips so I could pull down her hose and panties. I was careful not to run her pantyhose as I eased them off of her feet. She spread her legs as I kissed my way back up, quickly reaching the center of her libido. She moaned softly as my tongue parted her pussy lips and entered her. I knew from past experience exactly how to drive her mad with lust. I plunged into her as deeply as I could, her juices oozing out and coating my face with a pungent film. When she was close to her first orgasm, I found her jutting clit and delicately stimulated it. Her hips strained upwards until she began trembling. I looked up to and saw that Richard had one arm around her and his other hand down the front of her dress massaging her breasts.

"Oh, yes, Remy, that's it," she whimpered. "Do it to me there! Don't stop. Lick me. Faster!"

Her first orgasm almost tore my face from her pussy, but I managed to continue stimulating her clittie until it subsided. I paused to let her rest for a few minutes and then made her cum again, this time with two fingers inside her hot hole while my tongue brought her to her peak.

"That was just what I needed, Remy," Marissa eventually managed to say. "Thank you."

I stood up and straighten up my hair. Much to my surprise, Richard had an erection again. Marissa looked over and noticed it immediately. She wrapped her hand around it and smiled at him.

"I think it's time for Richard and me to go to bed, Remy," she said. "I want him to fuck me. It's been too long since I've felt a real cock in my cunt. You finish cleaning up in here. I call you if we need anything." Finding out she intended to make love to Richard hurt me and I wanted to object but I didn't, knowing it would be useless. I realized then I had forfeited that privilege when I first began wearing dresses. All I could do was to turn and walk submissively into the kitchen.

I put away the dinner dishes which had dried while I was satisfying Marissa and Richard with my mouth. When I walked back in the living room, I could hear moaning coming from the bedroom. I couldn't decide if I was jealous of Richard making love to Marissa or, more probably, envious that Marissa was the one who had all those wonderful female parts and was able to use them to please Richard. At that point, I would have given anything to have been born a woman with my own breasts and vagina.

The cool night air had made me chilly so I quickly retrieved my clothes from the chair and got dressed, then went to the bathroom and fixed my face.

I sat on the couch and watched an idiotic program about sharks on television until I heard Marissa call me.

"Remy," she ordered from the bedroom, "I want you in here right now."

I was reluctant to join them as I was positive they'd be in bed and probably naked but I did as I was told. When I entered the room, I was greeted by the sight of their naked bodies lying on the bed, their skin glistening from the effort of their lovemaking. Richard smiled at me and made no attempt to cover himself. His cock, no longer hard, looked even more beautiful than it had when I was licking it earlier. I yearned to have it in my mouth once again but knew I couldn't tell him.

Marissa was laying on her back with her legs spread apart. Her pussy was completely visible and I could see some of Richard's jism on her pubic hair.

I averted my eyes, feeling like some sort of invader in what had been, only months ago, my own bedroom. "Yes, Mistress. What may I do for you?" I asked trying very hard to keep emotion out of my voice.

"Bring us something cold to drink and then get some warm wash cloths from the bathroom. I want you to wash us off so we'll feel fresh when we make love again. Richard has made me cum so many times I've lost count, but I still can't seem to get enough of him. He's so much better a lover than that jerky husband of mine ever was. That wimp never really got me excited."

I quickly walked out of the room, not wanting to hear any more of her abuse. Thankfully, Richard had no idea she was referring to me or I would have died of embarrassment. I admit I had been no superman when it came to lovemaking, but I was relatively sure I'd made her cum many times and doubted she'd been faking it. Marissa always made sure her satisfaction came first whenever we had sex. It had never mattered to her if I came or not.

I brought them iced tea and then went to get the hot cloths. I quickly rinsed them in warm tap water and rung out the excess. Steeling myself for what was sure to be more abuse, I brought them to Marissa.

"Wash us off, you stupid slut," she ordered me, "and, for once, do something right. I'm sick of your ineptness. Nothing I tell you to do ever seems to be done correctly."

I carefully bathed her face and arms, then did her chest and back. I was just about to take the cloth and wipe off her pubic area when she stopped me.

"Don't use the wash cloth on my pussy," she barked. "I want you to lick that clean. I know it's more than you deserve, but I'm going to be generous with you. Make sure you clean out my insides with you tongue. I'm stuffed full of Richard's juices now and I want to be sure there's room for more."

Embarrassed again, I knelt between her legs and placed my blushing face between her sweaty thighs. I cleaned up her pubic hair first and then buried my tongue in her cunt, instantly happy I'd had the opportunity. Richard's sperm tasted almost as good oozing from her pouting pussy lips as it had when he came in my mouth. I eagerly lapped it all up then began teasing her clit.

"Stop that, you stupid slut!" she screamed. "I didn't give you permission to arouse me. Why would I want a lame cunt like you to do that when I have a real man here? Don't you ever use your head?"

More angry than humiliated, I jumped off the bed and glared at her. "You didn't tell me not to lick your clit, Mistress," I said peevishly. "I was just trying to please you, that's all. You don't have to get angry with me."

"Don't ever assume anything, Remy," Marissa replied, her anger at my outburst barely in check. "I'll tell you when I want you to do something for me. Now finish me and then do Richard. We've wasted enough time. Clean his cock up well because I'm going to bury it deep inside me as soon as you're done."

Again, Richard smiled at me as I moved over to his side of the bed. My heart was pounding as I sat on the edge of the mattress. I was amazed to find I was very aroused just being near him. I took my time cleaning his beautiful body, not caring if my slowness irritated Marissa. I tingled as my hands felt his skin, desire for him almost overpowering me. Our eyes were locked as I moved down his body, finally arriving at his cock. I held it with my left hand while I gently used the cloth to wash it with my right, delighted to see my tender attention causing him to slowly become erect. My mouth yearned to encircle it, suck it and make him cum again and Richard could immediately sense it from the look on my face.

Richard put his hand on my leg, smiled at me again, and then moved it up under my skirt to where my garter hooked onto my stocking top. My clit throbbed in response to his touch and I knew that if he continued caressing me, I would orgasm in seconds. More aroused than at any other time in my life, I dropped the cloth and held his cock, lowering my head towards it, desperately hoping Marissa would let me have him again. His hand inched higher and I felt his fingertips touch the lace on the leg opening of my panties.

Just then Marissa shouted, "Stop it, you stupid slut! You are never to touch Richard again unless I tell you to! Get out of this room and don't come near it until I call you." Dejected, I obediently left them and went to my room. I just wanted to go to sleep and try and forget the whole evening, but I knew Marissa would probably summon me later, so I lay on the bed and tried to read a book. It didn't make me stop thinking about Marissa and Richard, or what they were doing in the room across the hall, but it did seem to make time pass faster.

Two hours later, Marissa called me again and informed me that Richard would be staying all night. She gave me instructions on what to make for breakfast, then told me to retire for the night. I gladly left the room and was soon asleep.

Chapter Six - The Surprise of My Life

The next morning I was up at five and took my shower quickly, wanting to be sure I had plenty of time to choose an outfit and do my hair and makeup. I didn't want Richard to wake up and see me looking anything but perfect.

While shaving my body, I couldn't help reflecting on the events of the previous evening. Much to my surprise, I had completely enjoyed oral sex with Richard, even more so than I ever had with Marissa. I blushed, realizing then I had developed a crush on him. He was the first man I had ever been attracted to sexually, and that morning I felt just like a teenaged girl must feel the morning after her first date.

Somehow, I managed to set my hair and do my face, even though my hands were trembling. Then I ran into my room and put on fresh panties. Too be safe, I slipped one of Marissa's sanitary napkins into the crotch so that anyone exploring between my legs would discover it instead of my cock. Then I put on pantyhose, a bra and a pretty pink full slip with delicate white lace trim which had been one of my gifts from Marissa on my birthday three weeks before. When she had given it to me, I'd been overjoyed as it was so beautiful and the first feminine gift I'd ever received.

Throwing open the closet door, I carefully looked over ever dress I owned. Thankfully, Marissa had insisted I have a wide variety of outfits because she adored having tons of clothes and demanded I had to also. After rejecting several things as either too dressy or too casual, I ultimately decided on a simple pink silk shirt dress. I knew from having worn it in the past that it fit me perfectly and showed off my shapely hips and legs nicely which I was very proud of.

I stepped into it, buttoned it up leaving two less buttons undone than I normally would have, then checked myself from every possible angle in the mirror. I was pleased to see a generous amount of cleavage showing and just enough of my legs to be sure to catch a man's eye. I sprayed myself with my favorite perfume and hurriedly choose some gold jewelry to accent my outfit. Dangling gold earrings, a dainty braided necklace and a watch would be enough for so early in the day, I concluded. After a final check in the full-length mirror on the door, I went into the kitchen to start the coffee brewing.

Marissa had instructed me to serve waffles, bacon and some fresh fruit, so it was a relatively easy meal to prepare. I mixed up the waffle batter and cut up the fruit as the bacon was frying, then set everything aside and waited for them to awaken.

As it was Saturday morning, I knew Marissa would sleep late as she always did. Thoughts of Richard raced through my mind again as I sat waiting at the table in the breakfast room and sipped my first cup of coffee. For the first time, the view of the surrounding hills with the sun rising over them failed to impress me.

Hearing footsteps in the hall a few minutes later, I turned to see Richard coming into the kitchen. He looked absolutely perfect, even with his hair tousled from sleeping. He was wearing Marissa's white terry cloth robe and a big smile. I stood up and tried to look busy so he wouldn't notice me stealing glances at him.

"Good morning, Remy," he said as his eyes completed a thorough survey of my body. "I hope you slept as well as I did. You look sensational this morning."

I know I blushed because of his compliment, but I couldn't help it. "Thank you, Master," I replied. "May I get you some coffee?"

"Thanks, I'd love a cup, and you can drop that master stuff. That was fun last night but it seems a little weird this morning. Just call me Richard, or Dick if you prefer."

The idea of calling him Dick made me blush again and he laughed, realizing why my face was so red. "I meant Dick the name, not dick the organ," he teased.

"I knew what you meant," I stammered, quickly going over and filling his cup, "but I think I'll stick to Richard, if you don't mind."

"Hmmm, the idea of you sticking to me is very sexy," he said as I handed him his coffee. "Would you really like to stick to me again, Remy?"

"If you mean what Marissa made me do last night, I guess I would," I replied honestly. "I've never done that before and I wasn't even sure I was doing it right. I hope I pleased you."

"It was more than all right, but you know that, don't you? You must have realized you really turned me on."

Thankfully, I managed a smile instead of a blush. "I guess I did. I was very embarrassed at first though, especially with Marissa sitting there watching me."

He took my hand and gently guided me onto his lap. I realized he was very interested in making love to me right then and there. I put my arm round his neck to help balance me as I positioned myself on his lap. Richard's one arm went around my waist and he immediately put his other hand on my knee.

Raising his head, he kissed me, lightly at first and then more demandingly as I responded to him by molding my bottom against him. His tongue parted my lips and slipped into my mouth. He lifted up my skirt and I willingly opened my legs so he could fondle my pussy. Luckily for me, I could feel the pressure of his fingers on my throbbing clit through the thick sanitary pad, and the sensation was exquisite. I would have let him do that all day but, after a few minutes of caressing me, he tried to pull down my panties.

Very gently so as not to dampen his passion, I took his hand in mine and moved it back to me knee. "I wish I could let you in my panties, Richard, but I still have my period. Sorry."

"I forgot. Maybe someday soon, though. You really get to me, Remy. I want to fuck you very badly."

"Well, maybe someday, but I'm a virgin and I'd like to stay one." I hated to lie, but it was impossible for me to make love to him the way a real woman could and he would never have stopped pestering me if I hadn't. "I know it sounds old fashioned, but it means a lot to me."

"I can't believe you want to stay a virgin," he responded incredulously. "You're the first woman I've ever met who's said that. Is there something wrong with your female parts?"

"No, there's nothing wrong," I lied, "just my period. I know men can't understand how I feel, but that's the way I want it. I'll be more than happy to use my mouth on you, but that's as far as I'll go."

"Well, I guess I'll just have to settle for that. You're too good at it for me to pass it up." He pulled me to him again and I really started to get excited as his hand moved over my body, cupping my breasts then moving down to my bottom. I could feel his cock harden against my bottom as we kissed passionately.

He pulled his head back, still holding me and said, "I think you're a very sexy lady, Remy. Would you do me a favor if I were to ask you nicely? Would you suck me again?"

"Yes, I'd love to, Richard," I replied shamelessly. I kissed his neck, then stood up and undid the belt on his robe. Once it was unfastened, I reached inside his robe and ran my fingers through the hair on his chest. I spread my legs and sat on his lap so that his cock was pressing right against my crotch. Moving slowly, I caressed his cock with the silky fabric of my pantyhose. After a few minutes of that, I was more than eager to have his hard cock in my mouth again. If he had tried to stop me from sucking him then, he would have found it impossible.

"Sit down and finish your coffee, Dick," I said huskily, turning his earlier joke back at him, "and I'll see if I can find the cream for it."

He leaned back in his chair and I knelt in front of him, pushing his robe aside, very impatient to have him again. His cock, already half hard, stood straight up and looked as if was begging me to kiss it. I quickly lowered my head and, as my lips lightly brushed against his smooth shaft, the smell of Marissa's pussy wafted up to my nose. The residue of their lovemaking the night before only served to make me hotter.

I teased the extremely sensitive area just below the tip with the end of my tongue, then traced small circles on the underside of his erection until I reached his balls. Lovingly, I took each of them into my mouth and tenderly massaged them with my tongue. That was enough to make him completely erect.

"Oh, Remy, that feels wonderful," Richard said. "I could stand to have you do that for hours, but right now I'm too hot to take much more of it without coming, and I really want to do that in your mouth. Suck my cock now, please?" Without the slightest hesitation, I willingly complied with his request. Hungrily I sucked all of him into me, caressing his balls with my hair as my lips neared them. Pleasing him and having him fill my mouth with his sperm was all I could think of. As I pumped my head up and down his erection, I squeezed my own hardness locked inside it's silken prison with my thigh muscles. Moments before he released his white milky treasure into the back of my throat, I felt my orgasm expelling my fluid into the napkin in my panties. I continued both movements until we were both as empty as possible.

After kissing off the last drop of his cum, I looked up at him and smiled. "Thanks for letting me please you, Richard," I said. "I really love sucking your cock. I had a wonderful orgasm too just as you came. You really turn me on, you sexy man."

"You're the best when it comes to giving head, Remy. No one does it as well as you do. It's hard to believe you never did it before last night."

"Well, it may be hard to believe, but it's true. I swear it. Now, what can I get you for breakfast?"

"If you didn't have your period," he said with a lecherous look on his face, "I'd want to have your pussy for breakfast but, seeing as that's out of the question, I'll just have some more coffee and wait until Marissa gets up. Then the three of us can eat together."

I handed him a fresh cup of coffee and, as I did, I heard noises from the bedroom. "I think I hear Marissa in the shower now, so it we'll probably eat very soon."

Finishing breakfast took only a few minutes and then I went to see if Marissa wanted my help to get dressed as she usually did. She was just coming out of the shower as I entered her room.

"Good morning, Mistress," I greeted her cheerfully. "I hope you slept well. Do you need any help?"

"Of course I slept well after all that terrific sex," she replied. "I'll dress myself this morning. What's made you so happy this morning?"

Realizing it probably would not be a good idea to let her know what had happened between Richard and I earlier, I lied and said, "Oh, nothing, really. It's just a pretty day and I feel good. Breakfast should be ready in a few minutes. Is that all right?"

"Yes, I'll be dressed by then. Serve it on the deck, Remy, and be sure that everything stays hot. You know I can't stand cold food."

"Of course, Mistress. If you need me, I'll be in the kitchen. Richard's already up and waiting for you."

True to her word, she walked into the kitchen five minutes later wearing a mauve jump suit and looking as if she'd just come from her hairdresser. She greeted Richard with a warm kiss and then we had a leisurely breakfast on the deck overlooking the pool and the nearby hills.

Chapter Seven - Adjusting to Being a Housewife

As the weeks progressed into months, I became quite used to feminine attire and more adept at coordinating my outfits. By then, it seemed quite natural for me to get up each morning and select some pretty lingerie and a dress to wear. Happily, I realized by then I had always been intended for that kind of existence. I felt better about my new female self than I ever had about being a male. The previous years I had spent as a man I knew were completely wasted. I was then the woman I was unquestionably meant to be and more than thrilled to have finally found my niche in life.

My skills with makeup had even improved enough that Marissa finally allowed me to do my own. My hair, not exceptionally short to begin with, had grown long enough that a wig was no longer necessary. I loved fussing with it, often experimenting with several different styles when time allowed.

Marissa had almost immediately started me on female hormones, much to my delight, and had informed me that in the months to come I would begin to develop breasts and broader hips. I was very pleased by that idea but, to be truthful, I had mixed feelings when I discovered that I might eventually lose the ability to attain an erection.

Additionally, she had signed me up for hourly electrolysis sessions three times a week. The woman who owned the shop was a friend of hers and had promised Marissa her complete discretion. My beard was almost completely gone and all that would be left to remove after that was my rather sparse chest hair. As it was a fairly painful procedure, I was rather looking forward to the end of my treatments.

The quality of my housework had improved immensely and, for the first time, I actually enjoyed doing it. Two weeks after my conversion, I had gone to the library and checked out several cookbooks intending to experiment with new recipes and improve my culinary skills.

Our relationship stayed much the same and I still had to refer to Marissa as Mistress. I'd been relegated to sleeping in the spare room, which I had begun to think of as my room. I finally adjusted to getting up a five a.m., although I'll admit it wasn't easy. Marissa seemed pleased with my progress but never mentioned it or paid me any compliments.

During this time, a wonderful thing happened to me. I made a new friend. The house across the street had finally been completed and soon afterward our new neighbors moved in. One morning I was out getting the mail when I saw a woman across the street walking down her driveway. A slender brunette with short cropped hair, she appeared to be in her late twenties. I noted at once her delicate features and tiny hands. She waved to me and then walked over to where I was standing, looking over the mail.

"Hi," she said, "I'm your new neighbor, Elise McLean, but everyone calls me Lisa."

Although I was still uncomfortable about meeting new people as Remy, I managed to seem pleasant and even somewhat relaxed. Thankfully, Marissa required me to get completely dressed and put on all my makeup first thing every morning, so I at least looked presentable in my white silk blouse and rust colored slacks.

"Hi, I'm Remy Walsh. It's nice to meet you. Welcome to our humble neighborhood. When did you move in?"

"Just yesterday, although I don't think of myself as moved in quite yet. I still have about a million boxes to unpack and my husband had to go to work this morning, so I'm stuck with most of it. Can you tell me if there's any restaurants near here that serve breakfast? I haven't even begun to unpack the kitchen things and I'm starving."

"None nearby that I can think of," I said. "Why don't you come in and let me fix you something? I was just about to make something for myself and I'd love to have some company. It's kind of lonely being out here in the country all day with no one to talk to."

"Oh, that would be wonderful, that is if you're sure you won't mind. I can't do a thing in the morning without a least one cup of coffee."

"It's no trouble at all," I replied. "Come on in and I'll see what I can find for us to eat." Actually, I'd had coffee and toast earlier, but as Lisa obviously accepted me as a woman and seemed to be comfortable around me, I felt it would be nice to sit and chat with her for a while.

I had a coffee cake in the fridge, so I microwaved it while some fresh coffee was brewing. We sat at the table in the breakfast room, talking about the neighborhood and I filled her in on all the best nearby shopping areas.

"You home is lovely, Remy. Did you do the decorating yourself?" Lisa asked as I refilled her cup for the third time.

Surmising she was probably curious about who I lived with, I quickly decided to tell her I shared the house with my sister. It had never occurred to me before that moment that I might have to describe my living circumstances to anyone. There was no way I could tell anyone Marissa was my wife anymore and, as she certainly didn't look like a man, describing her as my husband was even more out of the question. "No, it's mostly my sister Marissa's work. She has a flair for that sort of thing and I've never been very good at it. She owns a very successful computer software company nearby. I used to work as an office manager for an insurance firm, but the company I worked for went out of business. A few weeks afterwards, Marissa and I decided that I'd stay home and take care of this house as we were never able to find anyone capable of doing it for us. As it turns out, I'm happier now than I was when I was working."

"I know what you mean, Remy," Lisa said. "I'm glad I don't have to hold down a job. My husband Peter likes me being home and I prefer it as well. I worked for an advertising agency as a graphic designer for three years before we were married and I'm happy not to have that kind of pressure and daily grind anymore. He's kind of old fashioned when it comes to women but I'm slowly raising his consciousness. Also, we're hoping I'll get pregnant soon so that will keep me quite busy if it ever happens."

"Oh, I hope it does! Neither of us has any children and it would be exciting to have some little ones in the neighborhood," I said enthusiastically, genuinely meaning it. I have always loved children and our childless marriage was one of my biggest disappointments. Marissa had refused to be tied down with a child and nothing I said would change her mind.

"We're both divorced," I lied, not knowing what else to say. "No children but, under the circumstances, I guess it's just as well. How long have you and Peter been married?"

"Two years next month. We were saving for a new home when I came into an inheritance from an aunt that died up in Oregon. As soon as we got the money, we began construction of the house. It seemed as if it would never be done, but here we are, finally. Did you and Marissa have this house built or was it here already?"

"No, it was three years old when we bought it. Would you like to see the rest of it?"

"I'd love to. I'm still trying to get ideas for our house. It's incredibly difficult to get everything done in such a short time." I took her through the house, apologizing for the unmade beds and, for the first time, thankful there were two messy beds instead of one. I don't know what she would have thought if it had appeared as if Marissa and I were sleeping together.

Lisa left shortly afterwards and I got busy with my housework. Later that day when I was going to the store, I stopped by and asked her if she like to go with me. She jumped at the chance and we spent a better part of the afternoon having lunch and shopping. By the end of the day, we had become fast friends.

Most mornings after that, I would get Marissa ready for work and, as soon as she had left for the office, either I would go over to Lisa's house for coffee or she would come to our house. Many afternoons when our housework had been completed, we'd spend a few hours shopping together.

After a few weeks, it was as if we'd been friends all our lives. There was little we didn't know about each other. We had even thoroughly discussed her's and Peter's sex life. She was trying very hard to get pregnant and was very aggressive about making sure they had sex several times a day. I received almost daily reports of their lovemaking.

She had told me Peter loved blow jobs which she gave him often as foreplay, but he wouldn't even consider going down on her. Understandably, that seemed to frustrate her quite a bit. I would have been more than happy to volunteer to lick her pussy but I didn't think she was the type of woman who would be comfortable with lesbian sex and, as she knew me only as a woman, what else would she be able to think of it as?

Spring had finally given way to summer and I had called the pool maintenance people very early on the first hot day, instructing them to come over as soon as possible to set up the pool. They promised to come within the hour. I couldn't wait to begin swimming, my favorite form of exercise and the only one I ever seemed to find time for other than my daily sit-ups to keep my waist trim. I spent almost an hour trying on the three bathing suits I'd purchased earlier in the week. All were one-piece but still fairly skimpy with built-in bras and small push up pads sewn into them, which was all I really needed to have a respectable bust line by that time, thanks to the hormone therapy Marissa had insisted I be on.

I finally decided that, although I looked good in all of them, my pink spandex suit was by far the sexiest. The low cut top pushed up my breasts and, accented by the pads, exposed quite a bit of what appeared to be even more than a B-cup. The high cut bottom came all the way up to the top of my hips and displayed an indecent amount of my shapely fanny which, quite narcissistically, I never tired of looking at in the mirror.

There was only one problem; because it was so revealing, a slight bulge was visible in my crotch even with my soft clit, as I'd come to call my cock, pulled back between my legs. After a bit of experimentation, I was pleasantly surprised to discover that one of Marissa's sanitary napkins was all that was necessary to conceal it, and I have to admit I did feel very feminine wearing one.

Checking my suit from every angle in the mirror, I was delighted to find there was just enough material to hide what had to be hidden but definitely not enough to make me look at all dowdy. I looked exactly like many of the sexy women in revealing bathing suits I had often leered at when I was at the beach. Over the suit, I put a shorty terry cloth robe and then went back into the kitchen for my second cup of coffee.

Not long after, the front door bell rang. It was the pool man, or I should more accurately say, the pool hunk. He looked to be scarcely twenty, blonde with blue eyes, probably a college student working for the summer. Dressed only in a white tank top and brief red shorts, his well developed body was clearly visible. It was all I could do to tear my eyes away from the large bulge in his crotch.

Apparently not unaware of my interest, he blushed charmingly and said, "Hi, I'm Rob the pool cleaner. If it's okay with you, I'll pull my truck in back and start working."

"That's fine, Rob," I finally managed to say. "My name's Remy. I'll be out in a few minutes to show you what I want done."

Happily, before he turned away and headed for his truck, he spent a few seconds sneaking a look at my breasts which were proudly displayed by my low cut suit. I smiled coyly but did absolutely nothing to discourage his interest. I have always loved being admired by a man and he certainly qualified.

Just as I was about to go out and meet him by the pool, Lisa popped over. When she saw me in my suit, she was nice enough to say, "What's a terrific suit, Remy! It's perfect on you. You have a fabulous figure."

"Thanks, Lisa, but I'd much rather have a body like yours," I declared quite honestly and enviously. As she had no idea I wasn't completely a woman, she couldn't possibly have understood my envy.

"You're welcome to join me for a swim, Lisa," I said, hoping she'd agree and I'd be able to see how she looked in a bathing suit. "The pool man will be done in a few minutes and it's a perfect day for it. By the way, take a quick look out back and tell me what you think of him."

She walked to the sliding door which led to the deck and the pool and peered through the glass at Rob, who had just begun skimming the dead leaves from the water. "Very cute, Remy," she exclaimed, "and just look at those terrific buns! Are you sure you want me to come back?" she asked teasingly.

"If you weren't such a good friend, I'd probably say no, but that body was meant to be stared at, so I guess I'll share with you."

"Unfortunately," she said while continuing to watch Rob, "I have a few small jobs to finish at home first, but if you'll still be out there in a half hour or so, I'd love to. I came over originally to see if you had any silver polish I could borrow. We're having Peter's boss and his wife over for a late dinner tonight and I forgot to buy any the last time we went shopping."

I managed to find a jar hiding under the sink and gave it to her, then walked her to the front door. As soon as the door was closed, I headed for the pool, shedding my robe on the way.

"It's looks like you're doing a good job, Rob," I said. "I don't think you'll need any guidance from me. Do you need anything?"

He turned and again took more than a lingering glance at my body. "No, I guess I have everything I need. I should be done in a few minutes, Mrs. Walsh."

"Call me Remy, please, and it isn't Mrs. as I'm single. My friend Lisa will be over soon, so I'll just watch you work until she gets here, that is if that's all right with you."

"Sure. I like having someone to talk to while I work. There's no one around for most of the pools I clean. It gets pretty lonely after a while." Well, I was determined to be sure he wouldn't be lonely, at least while he was at my home. He was one of the most beautiful men I had ever seen and more than worth the time I spent ogling him.

About twenty minutes later, Lisa was back and in her suit, an infinitesimal red bikini that showed an indecent amount of her absolutely perfect body. I almost drooled but somehow managed to control my very unladylike lust.

"What about those jobs you had to do, Lisa?" I jokingly asked. "Somehow I guessed you'd find a dip in the pool more interesting."

"To hell with them. They can wait. For some reason, I had this undeniable urge to go for a swim," she responded good-naturedly, and then tilted her head towards Rob. "Isn't that reason enough?"

"Amen, sister," I laughed. "More than enough. When he sees you in that bikini he'll forget I'm even alive! You are fantastic. If I was a man, perish the thought, I'd pull you away from the pool and run you right into the bedroom."

A warm smile lit up her pretty face. "You are too kind, Remy. Peter picked this suit out for me just before we went on our honeymoon. I've never the nerve to wear it in public before, though."

I could see why. Rob looked up from his work and noticed her too. Was it my imagination or did I see a definite swelling in his pubic area? Yes, a most desirable swelling I decided after looking again.

"Rob, this is my undernourished neighbor, Lisa. We're both waiting for a dip in the pool. How much longer before you finish?"

"I'm done now," he said. "All I have to do is to pack up my things in the truck and I'll be out of here. I wouldn't want you two pretty ladies to wait any longer."

"Oh, thank you, kind sir," I said. "Listen, I have a great idea. You look very warm after all that work. If you don't have to rush off and do another pool, why don't you have a swim with us before you go, to cool you off?"

"That sounds good," he replied instantly. "I could really use a swim. I don't have another job scheduled until after lunch so I guess I have a few hours to kill. The only problem is I don't have a suit with me. Would you mind if I swam in these shorts?"

"No, that's fine with me." Yum! The less the better, I thought. I could see that his shorts were made of a synthetic fabric and would be nearly transparent after they got wet. Lisa and I went in the shallow end of the pool and took our time, not wanting to get our hair wet. I was amazed that she'd even attempt to swim in her very skimpy bikini. Of course, Rob, wanting to show off a bit, stripped off his shirt and immediately dove in the deep end. Lisa and I giggled when he almost lost his shorts.

"Serves you right for showing off," Lisa teased him as he surfaced near us. Rob didn't say anything because he was too busy staring at Lisa. Her top had slipped down and the uppermost part of her areolae where clearly visible. I could feel my own clit begin to stir and I was willing to bet her's was also. Rob looked over at me and I smiled at him, pleased to see he was examining me as closely as he had Lisa.

"You can show off all you want, but just be careful you don't get my hair wet, Rob," I asked as he began diving under water again.

"I'm not showing off, Remy. I just like to be under water. Watch this."

He went under again and circled both of us before surfacing, his hand touching each of our bottoms as he passed by. Lisa and I looked at each other as he went to the other end of the pool. There was an unspoken understanding in that look, a conscious but never expressed agreement that we both wanted him.

"Let's swim down and see if those shorts come off as easily as I think they will," Lisa said. I nodded and we paddled our way to where Rob was resting, his back to the side and his arms locked on the lip of the pool. We went on either side of him and, at Lisa's signal, we reached under water and quickly stripped off his shorts. A shocked look crossed his face but he made no attempt to cover himself. Even through the distortion of the water I could see his cock was impressive; large and almost hard.

Lisa cuddled up against him and I took his erection in my hand and looked him right in his beautiful blue eyes. "I'll bet you won't show off quite as much now," I dared him as soon as I could find my voice.

"I don't want to show off any more, Remy," he calmly replied. "Is there somewhere we can go?"

"Let's go in the living room and see if we can't help him with his problem," Lisa suggested.

Almost immediately, we got out of the pool and wrapped towels around ourselves as we hurried through the sliding door and into the house.

As soon as we got in the living room, I had Rob sit on the couch and unwrapped him. I couldn't wait until I had that gorgeous, hard cock in my mouth. I looked over and saw Lisa had already removed her suit. Her naked body was a thing of beauty, more so than I had ever imagined. Much to my surprise, I looked down and saw that she was completely shaven, not a hair on her body below her neck. Then, remembering how she had been deprived of oral sex for so long, I graciously decided that my best, and truly my only friend, had to be first.

"Rob, I want you do make Lisa cum with your mouth and then I'm going to do the same for you. She really needs to feel your tongue in her. You don't mind, do you?" A stupid question, if I'd ever asked one. In seconds he was kneeling in front of her, her head tilting back as his tongue found her thighs and began bathing them. She parted her legs and he quickly moved up to caress her clit, then he separated her puffy lips with his fingertips and inserted two of them in her dripping slit while his mouth continued to drive her to a frenzy. I stood behind her and put my arms around her waist to steady her, my cheek resting on the nape of her neck, my breasts pressing into her back. Lisa reached up and turned her head, then our lips met for the first time. She came moments later and Rob stood up then backed away as soon as her tremors had ceased.

"It's my turn now, Remy," he said, turning to me and rubbing his cock as he approached me. "Why don't you take off that wet suit so I can eat your pussy as soon as you're done with me?"

"There's absolutely nothing I'd like more but it's the wrong time of the month for me. I'll peel the top down if you'd like to fondle my breasts, though."

"Please," he said as Lisa walked over next to me.

She smiled at me, then kissed me on the cheek. "Let me do that for you, Remy. I've wanted to see your breasts bare for a long time."

Naturally, I was extremely surprised, never having had even a clue that she found me attractive. Her hands went to my shoulders and slipped my top down until it was at my hips. She cupped my breast as I turned and kissed her. My tongue parted her lips as my hand dropped to her bottom.

"Oh, that feels so nice," she moaned, "but let's wait a bit. Rob deserves the treat you promised to give him. He did a perfect job on my pussy and I had one of the best orgasms of my life. If you'd rather not do him, I'll be more than happy to."

I had been waiting a long time for a moment like this and I wasn't about to give it up. "No, I want to do him, Lisa. You've had your fun and now it's time I had mine."

I sat him back on the couch then dropped to my knees and took his sac in my hand. His balls were as hard and as large as his cock, which was staring me right in the face. I parted my lips and let my tongue trace the slit on the front, then slowly eased his erection into my mouth. It felt so wonderful to have a man I could please again and, looking up at his handsome face, I could tell I was doing just that.

"Oh, Remy, that's perfect. Suck me," he pleaded. "Make me cum in your mouth."

I took all of him in me, gagging for a minute but then adjusting to the feeling of fullness he brought me. I began moving back and forth, slowly at first and then, as his hands locked in my hair at the back of my head, faster and faster until all at once his sweet seed burst into the back of my throat. I voraciously swallowed as much of it as I could, not wanting to waste even the smallest bit, but it was just too much for my small mouth. I could feel the rest dripping down my chin and onto my knees below. I continued sucking until I had the last of this special gift from Rob.

Lisa smiled at me and then offered her hand to help me up from my knees. "It's my turn to have a taste, Remy," she said, drawing me close to her.

With the tip of her tongue, she slowly moved up my chin capturing the remainder of Rob's cum. When her tongue met my lips, I opened my mouth and took it in, sucking it like it was the cock I had moments ago satisfied. My arms went around her and our bare breasts compacted against one another, her pubic mound pressing into mine. A feeling of warmth swept over me, centering itself in my clit. Suddenly, it strained to be free of it's spandex cage. I wanted so badly to feel it inside her, but I knew that would be impossible. My eyes filled with tears. I despised not being the total woman I wanted so desperately to be.

Sensing my confusion, Lisa stepped back and looked into my eyes. She must have interpreted my tears as a fear of lesbian love because she said softly, "It's alright, Remy. Making love to another woman is a beautiful thing."

"I'm not afraid of that, Lisa. There's nothing more I'd like to do than to make love to you. It's just that there's something you don't know about me."

Realizing then that something was really bothering me, she quickly took charge of the situation. "Rob, thank you for being here. Both of us had a terrific time but I think it's time for you to go now. We'll see you the next time you're here, okay?" @@ He must have known there was a problem too because he quickly picked up his clothes and, after saying a hasty goodbye, he left through the sliding door to the deck. Moments later, I heard his truck backing out of the driveway.

I was on the couch looking completely dejected. Lisa, her bikini back on, walked over to the front window and watched him leave. As soon as she was satisfied that he was gone, she turned to me. "Remy, there's something very wrong here, and I want to help you."

"It something I can't talk about, Lisa. I know you're a good friend but some things are just too personal for me to be able to discuss with someone I've only known for a few months."

She sat next to me on the couch and put her arm around my shoulder, drawing me close to her. "It's true we've only been friends for a few months, but in that time there's nothing we haven't discussed, nothing I've felt I had to hold back from you. I want you to know I consider you my best friend and there's absolutely nothing you could say that would change that. I mean that with my whole heart. Other than Peter, you're the only person I've felt close to since I was in high school and I can talk to you about things I would never even think of mentioning to him. You're the only other person I care about in the whole world."

"You're my best friend too, Lisa, in fact probably my only good friend, but I'd be too embarrassed to tell you what's going on with me. First of all, I don't know if I could even say it and, secondly, I'd be too afraid of losing you as a friend."

"You couldn't say anything that would make me stop being your friend and loving you, Remy. If you don't tell me, our relationship won't ever be the same. Believe me, you can trust me. Now what is it?"

I looked at her and knew she was right. We'd never be this close again if I didn't confide in her.I knew she cared about me as I did about her and, if the shoe had been on the other foot, a revelation such as I had to make wouldn't make me stop being her friend.

"Well, I don't know exactly where to start, but I guess telling you is the only thing that will help. Are you sure you won't be shocked?"

"No, Remy, I won't be the least bit shocked. I've been around quite a bit and nothing upsets me much anymore. Just pull up your top so I can concentrate on what you're going to say, okay?"

That made me laugh and I tugged up the damp top, covering my breasts. "Okay, you asked for it. Here goes," I said resignedly. "First of all, Marissa isn't my sister, she's my wife." I stopped there and looked at Lisa, closely watching her reaction to that little bombshell.

"I think maybe you're saying it the wrong way, Remy," she finally managed to say. "I think you mean you and she are lesbian lovers. If Marissa really was your wife, you'd have to be a man and I know you're a woman."

It was time to admit my deception and it was easily the most difficult thing I've ever had to do. "No, Lisa, she is my wife. I may look, think and act like a woman but I'm really a man, that is if you only count what's between someone's legs. In my mind, heart, and most of my body I'm female, but any doctor examining me wouldn't agree with that."

"Do you actually mean you were born a man? You have a cock and balls?" amazement filling her voice.

"That's exactly what I mean. I was born a man, I married Marissa as a man but now I live, look, think and act like a woman. It wasn't my idea at first. It was Marissa's, and I thought she just made me become a woman because she didn't like the man I was, but that wasn't why she did it. She sensed something in me that I had never admitted to myself. She took over my life and converted me from an depressed, unsuccessful husband into a happy and proficient wife. I know it sounds crazy, but, as it turned out, it's really what's best for me."

It seemed she was relaxing and gaining some understanding as I explained my situation more thoroughly. Not for one second did I see or even feel any negative reaction. Thankfully, Lisa appeared was a very compassionate and non-judgmental person.

We talked for the rest of the afternoon, stopping only to fix a small lunch which we carried out onto the deck and ate as we continued talking. I gave her a complete account of our life before I became Remy, of how the transformation occurred, and ultimately how much better I felt then about everything in my life. Lisa asked hundreds of questions and I answered each as openly and honestly as I could. By the end of the afternoon, it appeared as if she had reconciled herself to the new me. I was delighted to discover there was no difference in the way she treated me then.

"Well, Remy, I guess I understand it all now," she finally said. "I'm glad you're pleased to be a woman and, now that I think of it, I couldn't even imagine you any other way. Marissa, it seems, is much wiser than I realized. She knows what's best for you and I guess I'll have to agree with her. I could never think of you as anything other than a woman, so I guess you are."

"Thanks for understanding and being such a perfect friend, Lisa," I said as I hugged her. "Marissa may be hard on me but I guess she's knows me quite well and truly has my best interests at heart. The funny part is, I'm so much happier and much more comfortable now than I ever was as a man. I genuinely like myself for the first time in my life."

"I'm happy for you, Remy. No one should go through life not liking who they are. There's only one more thing I have to ask you. Were you gay or bisexual before you became a woman? The only reason I ask is because you seemed so pleased to be able to fellate Rob today."

"Actually, I never had any urges towards men until I became a woman and then it seemed so natural for me to be interested in men, especially when they look like Rob. He is such a hunk! I still like to make love to women, but more and more I find men attractive as well."

"Obviously, I feel the same way too," Lisa responded with a smile. "My primary orientation is to men, but a sexy woman has always been a great temptation for me. I've had several affairs with women and it's never troubled me. I know I'll always love Peter and crave his body, but every now and then I love to cuddle up to a body that's so much like mine. It's sex that's, how can I say this, not better, just different. I guess that's the best way to explain it."

"I know what you mean, Lisa. I love women and I'm turned on by them but there's something about a man that does it for me too. I don't think of myself as gay. Although until now I've never had to put a label on it. I guess I must be bisexual."

"I'm so happy you were confident enough of our friendship to open up to me, Remy. It's wonderful that you're comfortable with your new self, and I know I like you just the way you are too. Please don't ever go back to being a man. I'd really hate to lose my best girlfriend."

I was so happy then that there were tears streaming down my cheeks. I hugged Lisa again and this time she returned my hug. "You're a wonderful friend. Thanks for being so understanding. I do love you, you know that, don't you?"

"Yes, and I love you too, girlfriend. I think we'll always be close even if one of us moves away. I just hope you and Marissa can temper your relationship so that you're more of a partner in it. You have too much to offer to be merely a housewife, unless that's what you want to be."

"You're right, of course, but for the meantime, I'm happy with my role. Certainly one day I'd like to be more than just a housekeeper. Nevertheless, it does give me the time and opportunity I need to adjust to my new gender. I don't think I'd be comfortable right now having to go to work everyday as a woman."

"I don't see why not, Remy. You're as feminine as an woman I've ever known and prettier than most. I think you'd be a smash and probably very successful."

"Thanks again, Lisa. It seems all I've done in the last hour is thank you. I'm really lucky to have a such a terrific friend."

Lisa stood up and slipped into her robe. "We both have fabulous friends in each other. Now, I'm going to have to run if I'm ever going to have a dinner waiting for Peter and our guests. Call me after dinner, okay?"

I hugged her, then walked her to the door with my arm around her waist. "Okay. I have to start cooking too. Bye good buddy and thanks again for being there for me."

Chapter Eight - The Evolution of Our Relationship

I could tell that the experience with Richard had changed our relationship significantly. For days after his dinner with us, Marissa seemed to be in a funk. Not quite depressed or unhappy, but very introverted, much quieter than was normal for her. Several evenings she'd come home well after her office hours and, although I was curious about where she'd been, I knew better than to ask.

Finally, one day, I decided to confront her. It was a Saturday morning and we had just had our breakfast sitting on the deck overlooking the pool still wearing our nighties and robes. Marissa seemed to be in a good mood, so I felt the time was perfect for a discussion.

"You've been acting a little distant lately," I began tentatively. "Is there anything we need to talk about? I hate to see you unhappy."

"I'm not a bit unhappy," she replied after a moment's hesitation. "I just miss a man in my life, a large void so to speak. To be honest with you, I still have a lot of feeling for Richard. And it seems as if he and you got along well. I'm seriously considering asking him to move in with us."

For a second, I couldn't believe what I'd heard, but then it all seemed to fall into place. "Is he aware of how you feel?" I managed to ask.

"Of course he is, Remy. He and I have been seeing each other since his dinner here. We've discussed it and he's all for it. I've just been considering how he would fit in here. I don't plan on ever giving up control of my life or this house to a man. He understands that and has agreed that I will be the head of our new household if I invite him to live with us. The only thing holding me back is how you fit into all this."

I realized she wasn't asking my permission, and then I began to fear she might want me to move out. "I'll be more than happy to take care of both of you," I said, desperately hoping she'd see my usefulness. "I still love you very much and I certainly don't want to leave you.

"I know all that," she said, looking over at me. "It never entered my mind to ask you to go. You wouldn't expect either Richard or me to take care of this house, do you? Don't worry, your place here as the little housewife is secure."

I was greatly relieved to hear that and I sat back in my chair, thinking over what her dilemma might be. I didn't have long to wait. She took me by the arm, pulling me around so that I was facing her and said, "Richard knows all about you now, Remy. I told him at dinner last night and, believe it or not, he's very comfortable with your dual gender role. He admitted he's always been curious about bisexuality but was reluctant to admit it to me."

I smiled when I heard that bit of joyous news. I was strongly attracted to Richard but I wasn't sure how he'd react to my remaining maleness. Trying to cover up how pleased I was, I looked into Marissa's eyes and said, "Then what's the problem? I don't mind if he lives with us as long as I don't have to hide anything from him."

"The problem is, stupid," she replied angrily, "I don't want you two screwing your brains out everyday and not having anything left for me. In this house, I am the most important person, and anyone who thinks otherwise will be out of here in a minute!"

Quickly, with my head down, I replied, "Of course you are, Mistress. You, and only you, control my life and I'm happy with that. No one will ever change that. If you're concerned about Richard and me, all you have to do is to set limits for us."

"Yes, I know that! Do you think I'm brain damaged?" she shouted. "It's just that I'm not sure I can trust either one of you to follow them. All either of you ever seems to have on your minds is sex."

"You have my word that I will obey as always, Mistress," I honestly responded. "I love you and your pleasure will always be my first concern."

She released my arm, got up from her chair and walked over to the railing at the edge of the deck. Her long, chestnut hair rippled in the gentle breeze as she stared out at our yard. As always, I looked with both great envy and lust at her lovely figure outlined by the wind and her clinging silk robe.

She turned back towards me then and I could tell from the expression on her face that her mind was made up. "Then, as long as both of you understand the rules, I'll let Richard know today that he's welcome. Your status here won't change much, Remy," she said as she walked closer to me. You must first do as I instruct you and then as Richard tells you. And I still expect you to do all the household chores. Nothing here will be allowed to become shoddy; no standards will be lowered. Is that crystal clear?"

"Yes, Ma'am," I said, leaving my answer purposely short. Again, I lowered my head so that none of the excitement I felt would be evident to Marissa. I was actually tingling at the thought of having that gorgeous man living here with us.

"Then as soon as you've done the dishes, I want you to go into my room and make some space for Richard's things in my closet. He will be sleeping with me, at least at first. I'll call him now and tell him to come over as soon as possible."

Naturally, I happily did as I was told although I was a bit jealous of Richard's bedroom privileges. It hadn't occurred to me that he'd be sleeping with Marissa. I clear the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen quickly, all the time planning what I'd wear for the day.

Marissa went into the living room and I could hear her talking on the phone but I couldn't make out what she was saying. I assumed she was calling Richard to inform him of her decision.

Before she had finished the call, I was in her room and was emptying what used to be my dresser for Richard's use. It didn't take long as almost all of my old clothing had been discarded months earlier. Then I rushed off to shower so that I'd be presentable if Richard were to come over early. Luckily I had showered and washed my hair the night before, so I was out of the shower and powdering myself in minutes. I sprayed myself liberally with perfume, then rushed into my bedroom and slipped into a lacy white demi-bra and skimpy lycra bikini panties trimmed with lace around the waistband and leg openings.

As the weather man had promised us a glorious day, I opted to wear a sleeveless pink cotton top that was cut low enough to show off the tops of my breasts and fairly tight white shorts. With just the minimum of makeup covering my face, I quickly brushed my long hair back and put it into a pony tail, secured by a pink ribbon tied into a bow. I was certainly happy with my looks and hoped Richard would be as well.

Richard arrived less than an hour later, looking totally gorgeous is black shorts and a white polo shirt and carrying several bags. Marissa took us both into the living room, sat us down, then proceeded to explain to us her rules for our new situation.

"First of all," she began, "all of the household duties are still to be done by Remy. Remy, I explained all that to you earlier so I won't go into it again. Now I want both of you to assure me that there will be no sex between you unless I approve it. That's the major issue here."

Both Richard and I agreed to that, although I was hoping he'd argue with Marissa about it. I knew I couldn't.

"Richard, as you're good with money," she continued, "you'll be in charge of all the household expenses. You'll pay all the bills and provide Remy with household funds. She's is far to stupid for that task. Is that ok with you?"

"Of course, Marissa," he immediately replied. "It's the least I can do for you two pretty ladies." I blushed a bit at hearing him describe me that way, quite pleased with his image of me.

"Then, I guess we understand one another," she concluded. "If either of you breaks the rules, Richard will have to move out. Let's consider the next three months as sort of a trial. If this arrangement works out during that period, then we can consider making it permanent."

Again, we both readily agreed. At Marissa's instruction, I took Richard's things into her bedroom and put them away, then carried his suitcases to the attic for storage.

For the following four months, we all got along quite well. Richard was more than generous with the household expense money and, much to my relief, having him there made Marissa a far more tolerant Mistress. She all but stopped verbally abusing me and, on occasion, even allowed me to please both Richard and her orally. Not enough as I'd have liked, but certainly more than I'd expected. Richard still flirted with me and would often kiss me and run his hands over my body, but that's as close as we came to breaking Marissa's prime edict.

Then, one evening when Marissa was away on a three day business trip to Pittsburgh, things suddenly changed. Much to my surprise and delight, she'd given us permission to sleep together while she was gone. Knowing we'd be alone for the first time, I had planned a special evening for us. I'd arranged to prepare his favorite dinner; steak and wild rice with asparagus.

Late that morning, I had just stepped out of the shower, when I heard Lisa's familiar knock at the back door. I quickly slipped into a robe, a fresh bra and panties, wrapped a towel around my wet hair, then ran to answer the door. Lisa's smiling face greeted me as I opened it and, with a quick peck on my cheek, she got herself a cup of coffee and we went to sit in the living room. She had on a short beach robe and her bikini. I knew that meant she was in the mood for a swim.

By that time, she knew all about our new living arrangements and had met Richard several times, quickly agreeing with me that he was a superb male specimen.

"How are things going with Marissa away, Remy?" she quizzed me at once, a knowing smile crossing her pretty face. She well aware that I was more than infatuated with Richard. "Have you seduced him yet?"

"Hardly," I replied, laughing. "Marissa's only been gone a few hours and he left for his office a few minutes after I took her to the airport. We haven't even been alone yet."

"Well, I'm sure you'll think of a way, if I know you," she teased. "He's definitely worth the effort. God, Marissa's so lucky having the two of you to choose from!"

Barely suppressing a giggle, I admitted, "I am planning to make his favorite dinner, and I know he's more than ready for some intimate moments with me. He's made that plain ever since Marissa gave us her approval while she's away in Pittsburgh."

"So you've already learned the way to a man's pecker is through his stomach," Lisa said, and with that, we both roared with laughter. "You're a quick study, hon," she continued when we'd recovered a bit. "What are you going to wear?"

"Probably my Laura Ashley floral print dress. I love how it looks on me; so feminine." Lisa knew the dress well as she'd helped me select it on one of our many shopping trips. It was a beautiful blend of pinks and greens, fairly low cut with spaghetti straps and a swirling full skirt that I'd shortened with her help, so it was well above my knees.

"Oh, perfect, Remy! I know he'll love you in that, and I do mean love you!"

"I hope so," I candidly replied, smiling at her pun. "It's been far too long since I've had real sex. All this oral stuff is ok, but it's not quite what I've been hoping for with him."

"I know," she commiserated. "It sounds too much like Tom and me. He still won't do oral on me, and I've asked him at least a zillion times."

It was a understandable complaint I'd heard all too often from her. "I don't understand why he won't, hon," I said. "If I were him, I'd be doing it for you as often as you'd like. It's not like women taste bad. I think it's one of the nicest flavors of all."

I saw a dreamy look cover her face, and then she leaned forward, closer to me. "I loved it so much when you had Rob do me. He really has a talented tongue for a boy. Well, not a boy, but almost a boy," she corrected herself. Ever since the first visit from our pool man, we'd been waiting for his return. We both knew it would be very soon and had talked about what might happen more than once over our morning coffee. "I really could use a good licking. Nothing seems to make me cum harder than that."

Ever since our experience with Rob, and remembering how she'd kissed me that day, I'd been more than willing to help her out, but I'd been reluctant to offer, not willing to risk a breach in our friendship. But, having been in a very horny mood all day thinking of what might happen with Richard, I elected to chance it.

"You know I'd be more than happy to anytime," I began. "I just don't want our friendship to suffer. I'm not sure I'd be as good as Rob was, but I'm more than willing."

With that, Lisa leaned even closer to me and touched her lips to mine. "I don't think it would," she replied in a soft voice, "as long as you're ok with it, Remy."

"I'm more than ok with it, hon," I replied truthfully, as my fingers toyed with her curls. "I've wanted to do it to you ever since I met you. You're so beautiful, in addition to being incredibly sexy."

Her only answer was to kiss me again and then put her delicate hand inside my robe, cupping one of my very sensitive breasts inside my bra. At that time, I was easily up to a B cup. My immediate response was a low moan, then I parted her lips with my tongue. My hand moved to her silky thigh and I began to slowly caress the insides. She parted her legs and my searching fingers moved to her already damp bikini bottom. We slipped off our robes then removed first my bra and then her top. Happily, I realized how identical our breasts were. Both B cups and firm, our swollen nipples pleading for attention. Lisa's hands found mine again as my lips and mouth sought hers.

Moments later, we were lying next to each other on the couch, legs intertwined, hands and mouths arousing our most sensitive areas. I almost pulled away when I first felt her hands on my panties, but then I realized she knew exactly what she was about to find. I had no secrets from Lisa. The touch of her fingers on my clit through the silky fabric of my panties made me hard almost instantly. I knew she could feel my excitement, and I was pleased she didn't shy away from it.

My hand moved down Lisa's velvety skin, tenderly caressing her until my fingers found the waistband of her bikini bottom. I inched my way inside it, encountering first her downy pubic hair, then her moist clitoris. I manipulated it until I felt her begin to quiver then, with her help, I removed the lower half of her suit. My mouth found both Lisa's enlarged nipples, giving each a gentle nibbling and sucking. I felt them harden even more in my nursing mouth. Sliding slowly to the floor and kneeling next to her, I continued to kiss my way down her unblemished body until eventually my tongue began it's carnal dance, massaging and fondling her magic button. Then, to my delight, I felt Lisa's hand reach down and slip into my panties. After momentarily caressing it, she freed my clit by sliding it out the leg opening, gaining access to me without undressing me completely. Her dainty fingers moved up and down it with a silk-like touch, making me lick her even more frantically.

When I felt Lisa's orgasm begin, I let myself go too. As my tongue swirled around her clitoris giving her the release she needed so badly, her gentle hand stroked me, pumped me until we both quivered with the utmost pleasure.

Hoping to maintain some semblance of my feminine image, I quickly tucked myself back in my panties before lying beside Lisa on the couch. We kissed and held one another, wallowing in the sweet afterglow of our orgasms.

An hour before Richard was due home from his office, I showered then dressed with inordinate attention to even the most trivial detail. My Laura Ashley dress was, as it turned out, the perfect outfit for our first night together alone. It was feminine and sexy without making me look at all trashy. Fitting like a second skin from the bodice to the waist, it flared out from my hips to well above my knees, brushing sensually against my stocking clad legs as I walked. It's low cut top was just enough to be suggestive. Under the dress, I'd opted for pink lingerie; a low cut lacy bra which made my breasts appear almost a cup size larger, a matching lacy garter belt with the briefest of panties, all topped with a new pink full slip I'd purchased only a few days before. It had lacy cups and straps with more than six-inches of lace at the hem. I knew the minute I saw it hanging in the lingerie department that I had to have it.

I took much more time than usual with my makeup and hair, wanting my appearance to be perfect. After checking myself out in the full-length mirror, I tied my long hair back, using a pink bow to hold it in place. Pleased with the way it showed off my long neck and dangly earrings, I sprayed myself with perfume, then lifted up my skirt to be sure my slip was in place. I smiled, noting how sexy my legs looked in sheer stockings, framed by my pink lingerie. I paused a few moments, enjoying my totally feminine appearance, turning slowly in front of the mirror to admire my bottom as well, before allowing my skirt to fall back down. Then I went into the kitchen to make sure everything was in order there.

When I heard Richard's car pull into the driveway, I felt a very familiar tingling begin in my panties. Ever since Marissa had told us of her trip to Pittsburgh, then given us permission to make love while she was gone, I'd looked forward to this night with the hope that I'd lose my virginity.' One of the few sexual things I hadn't experienced was to take a man inside my pussy and, since our first night with Richard, I'd longed to feel his exquisite cock buried deep inside me. I took off my apron and went to meet him.

I greeted him at the front door, melted into his arms, and gave him a sensual, open-mouthed kiss. Then, to my delight, he produced a dozen white roses from behind his back and handed them to me saying, "These aren't quite as lovely as you are, Remy, but they're as close as I could find."

Naturally, I was more than surprised and overjoyed with the roses and his words. "Oh, Richard," I gushed, "thank you, thank you, thank you so much! These are the first flowers I've ever received." I kissed him again, but this time I molded every possible inch of my body to his. When we finally managed to separate, I whispered in his ear, "Maybe I can find some special way to thank you for them after dinner." I reached between our bodies and gently caressed the delicious bulge in his pants. Then, looking up at him, I said, "That is, unless you'd rather have me show my appreciation now."

He smiled down at me and replied, "I can't think of anything I'd enjoy more, but first I'd like to get out of this suit and then shower."

"Then let me help you, you wonderful man," I responded, both with my lips and hands. I led him off to Marissa's bedroom. I still couldn't think of it as their bedroom although Marissa and Richard has shared it for more than four months by then. Once there, I took off his jacket, put it on a hangar and then undid his tie. I kissed his lips softly as I unbuttoned his shirt which I had so lovingly ironed that same morning for him, pulled it out of his pants and then dropped it by the door. Next, I undid his pants and belt, lingering just long enough before kneeling in front of him to inhale his masculine scent, and then slid them and his briefs off. Finally, I untied his shoes and removed his socks along with them.

I began to nuzzle his thighs with both my hands and cheek, placing tiny licks along their insides. Groaning, he parted his legs slightly, and I moved up to kiss the tip of his slowly hardening shaft. I carefully bathed each mouth- watering inch of it, delighted to see it respond to my adoration. With each touch of my tongue, it pulsed with joy, hardening and raising up until it pointed almost to the ceiling.

"Remy, this is so wonderful," Richard moaned, "but are you sure you want to do this now? I must be a bit funky there after working all day."

I stopped just long enough to say, "You aren't funky, Richard. You're completely scrumptious." All discussion ended when I took him into my mouth, quickly sliding my eager lips to the base of his cock. My hands moved to his clenched cheeks, fondling his bottom and pulling him even closer to me. Slowly I began to slide my warm, wet mouth back and forth, loving each and every inch of his manhood as it glided easily over my tongue.

Richard clasped his hands behind my head, holding me as if I might escape. "Oh, god, Remy," he sighed, "you really are a superb cock-sucker, and you really love doing it, don't you?"

"Ummm," I moaned, giving the only reply I was capable of then. Encouraged by his words, I picked up the tempo, moving from his tip, almost letting it elude me, then plunging back to his base. My clit had hardened as well in it's silky prison, and I squeezed my thighs together making it twitch against the sheer fabric of my panties.

Richard responded almost at once, "Yes, that's it, my hot momma! Suck it, pretty baby! Put all of it in that hot mouth of yours. I'm going to fill it up!" His hips began to push his cock deeper and deeper into me with each thrust. I felt it's velvety head pass quickly from my lips to deep in my throat, then back again to be sucked and licked, showing him how excited I was, begging him for each drop of his luscious juice.

"Soon, baby, soon," he moaned. His hands locked my head to his lunging shaft, his fingers clutched my curls as my lips pressed into his pubic hair. "I'm going to cum in that sweet mouth of yours soon, Remy. Suck it harder, woman! I could fuck your mouth forever!"

Then I felt the first taste of him on my tongue, his salty juices began to cover my tongue, spilling out onto my lips, even though I tried desperately to drink it. I felt his grip on my head and the pulsing in his cock slacken as I continued to milk him with my sucking lips and cheeks. His semen was far too delectable to waste. I wanted it all, all of his gift to me.

"Oh, sweet baby," he said as he eased away from me, "you are truly talented. No one sucks me like you do. My legs are trembling. I can hardly stand up."

I was still too hot to stop, my clit still quivering in my undies. I slowed down my sucking, then began licking his shaft gently, cleaning it off. I bathed his shrinking balls, hoping for just one more taste of him. I didn't want to stop, ever.

Richard pulled me up into his arms. He kissed me, then held my face in his hands. "Leave some for later, Remy. Don't forget, we have three days."

Realizing he was right, I kissed him tenderly for a few more minutes, then said, "You go and shower while I fix us a drink, Richard."

I made a pitcher of martinis and checked on dinner; the spaghetti sauce was simmering nicely on the stove and, as I'd already made a spinach salad, all I had left was to cook the tortellini and heat up the garlic bread just before we were ready to eat.

Richard was on the couch with his feet up on the coffee table when I returned. I poured drinks for both of us and then sat next to him on the couch. He'd changed into a blue cable knit cotton sweater and loose white cotton pants. Carefully arranging my skirt, I made sure just enough of my legs was showing, allowing just a inch or two of pink lace from my slip to peak out from under the hem of my skirt. We talked about what we'd do for the rest of our time alone as we sipped our drinks.

"I have a great idea, Remy," he said, suddenly sitting up. "Why don't we go somewhere? I bet it's been a long time since you've had a vacation, and I know this wonderfully romantic inn not too far from here."

"That sounds lovely," Richard, I replied, "but what if Marissa calls while we're away? I think she'd be mad if I wasn't here." The idea of being alone with him at some romantic hideaway, away from my daily duties, very much appealed to me, but I knew it would be very risky for me if Marissa found out about it.

"As I recall," he said, facing me, "she instructed you to follow my orders while she was away. Isn't that right?" He pressed his lips softly on mine before I had a chance to answer him. "So, if I tell you that you have to go with me, you really don't have a choice, Remy. Marissa won't have anyone but me to blame." His rested his hand on my closer leg and began stroking it as he talked to me, inching his way higher and higher until I felt it brush against the top of my stocking.

"I guess that's true," I managed to gasp. "She did say you were in charge while she was away. If you don't mind risking her displeasure, then I'd love to go with you, sweet Richard." I smiled at him, kissed him and slipped my tongue into his mouth. By that time, his hand had reached the leg opening of my panties and I was hardening rapidly. When I felt him begin to trace my sex through the delicate fabric, I utterly lost all resistance.

"Then we're going, right after dinner," he said as we broke our kiss momentarily. I'll call for reservations while you serve it."

With mixed feelings, I started to get up to go into the kitchen. Richard grabbed my arm, holding me on the couch, and said, "I'm not ready for dinner just yet, Remy. First I want some dessert." He pressed his lips hard against mine and then grabbed my panties and, with one tremendous yank, tore them completely off me. My clit popped right up, making an instantaneous, very unladylike bump in my skirt. My face contorted into a shocked look but my body reacted quite differently. I was more excited than I'd ever been with Richard.

He smiled at me, then looked down at my lap. "Just relax, Remy. I've been waiting a long time to taste you, lady, and I mean to do it right now. I don't want you to do a damn thing. Just lie back and relax. That's an order."

"Yes, sir," I almost squealed with delight. I eased back on the couch and looked at him, wondering what was to happen next. I didn't have long to wait.

Richard leaned back too and kissed me hard once again as I felt him raising my skirt up almost to my hips. Once I was uncovered, he spread my legs with his hand then, with a feather like touch, he traced every bit of my skin from the tip of my clit to the opening in my bottom. A low moan escaped from deep inside me as I felt him press against it. With his free hand, he slid the slender straps of my dress off my shoulders, then pushed it down, exposing both my breasts. He moved his mouth to my nipples, sucking them in turn as his finger began to penetrate me. Moments later, his mouth was below my waist and his lips brushed against my clit.

"Oh, Remy," he moaned, "your sex looks so beautiful framed by all this pink lace."

"I call it my clitoris, Richard," I told him as he began kissing it. "I hate to think of any part of me as other than female." That was all I could manage to say before he slipped his mouth over it and began licking and sucking me. His other hand massaged the insides of my thighs, sliding back and forth on my stockings from my knee to the silky skin at the top. Moments later, my orgasm gushed forth from my clit and Richard milked me, taking all of it in his wet, steamy mouth. I ran my fingers through his hair, kissed the top of his head and then collapsed on the couch, completely spent by his oral suckling.

As soon as I'd recovered a bit, I went into the kitchen and finished the dinner preparations. We ate by candlelight on the deck and, judging by the amount of food Richard consumed, he completely enjoyed his food. It made me so happy to know that he liked my cooking. For some reason, it made me feel very good to be able to please that wonderful man in other than sexual ways.

While we ate, Richard told me more about the inn. It sounded lovely and quite romantic. Just the place for a weekend getaway. I was still nervous about Marissa's reaction to us being away together, but his smiles and the thought of us alone in a amorous setting quickly alleviated my fears.

As soon as we were done eating and I'd cleaned up the kitchen, I went up to my room and quickly packed a suitcase with the things I thought I'd need for the following two days. As travelling as a woman was new to me, I went over everything carefully, making sure I had the correct accessories for each outfit I was taking. I called Lisa and asked her advice. She was thrilled to hear that Richard had planned a weekend away for us and made me promise to fill her in on all the details on Monday morning. I decided to leave the dress on that I'd worn for dinner as I loved how it looked on me, but I did cover my shoulders with a white cardigan just in case the night were to turn cool.

It took us less than two hours to get to the inn. As Richard had promised, it was one of the most romantic settings I've ever seen. Set in the country on the sight of an old mill was a classically designed stone building which had been converted into the main hotel. Placed around the small lake in front of it were individual chalets, each with it's own living room, fireplace and terrace overlooking the water which was still the source of power for the mill. As Richard showed me around the grounds, he explained that it was rated as one of the world's best 100 small hotels and the restaurant was four-star. It couldn't have been more perfect. I felt like a princess in a dream.

Our room looked like something out of a movie. Furnished with antiques interspersed with comfortable classic furniture, it seemed to define the word elegance. Although it was a warm evening, a fire was already going when we arrived. The doors to the terrace were open providing a cooling breeze and a spectacular view of millions of stars twinkling in the sky then being reflected by the nearly still water of the lake.

As I stood looking out at that lovely scene, Richard came up behind me and put his arms around my waist, gently nuzzling and kissing my neck. "Isn't it perfect?" he said softly. "As soon as I thought of it, I knew it would be ideal for our weekend away."

I turned, still in his strong arms, caressed the sides of his face and kissed him, lingering just long enough to thrill to the sweet taste of his lips on mine. Looking up into his eyes, I smiled and said, "It is perfect, Richard. The perfect place to be with my perfect man." Our mouths met once more and, as I pressed against him, I felt his manhood stir and harden against my belly. Its warmth seemed to penetrate my dress causing my own sex to tingle. His tongue entered my mouth as his hands slid down my back, over the silky fabric of my dress, then cupped my bottom. Hungrily, I sucked on his tongue, rising up on my toes, letting him know how much I wanted him. I felt him slowly pull up the back of my dress and slip, then move to my exposed behind. I moaned as his hands began to lower my panties, stopping just below the tops of my stockings. My clit sprang free from its silken confines and I momentarily moved my hips away from him to allow it to rise up, meeting his manhood through our clothing. I pressed back into him once again, letting my hardness show him how thrilled I was.

Then Richard picked me up and carried me back into our room. I cuddled against him, feeling so feminine in his arms. Gently, he stood me next to the bed which had been turned down earlier by the inn's staff. He reached behind me and unzipped my dress, then quickly pushed it and my slip off my shoulders, letting them drift to the floor around my pumps. His eyes moved slowly down my then semi-naked body as his hands moved up from my waist. They met at my bra, and I looked down, watching as he unhooked it. My breasts sprang free and he surrounded both of the firm spheres with his hands. I was pleased that he seemed to love them as much as I did. Secretly, I thanked Marissa for demanding I take hormones.

I smiled up at him as I kicked off my shoes, then kissed his chin and neck, moving closer to him, feeling somewhat shy as I was clad only in my garter belt and stockings. His hand moved between us, capturing my clit in his grasp. Again, a sensual moan escaped my lips as me began to massage it. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back, lost in the erotic sensation of his warm hand caressing my more than needy flesh.

As Richard lowered me onto the bed, I attempted to cover up the final remnant of my old self, but he tenderly brushed my hand aside, smiling as he grazed it with his fingertips. "Remy," he said softly, "I love every part of you. Please don't feel you need to hide anything from me."

My face reddened as I replied, "You might not mind it, sweet man, but I do. I'd much prefer to be all woman for you. It's almost as I'm neither sex now."

"But that's what makes you so wonderful and unique, lovely lady," he responded compassionately. "You're the best of both genders. You're a beautiful woman with a very attractive extra. As far as I'm concerned, you beat either sex hands down. For a bisexual person like me, you are definitely the ultimate turn on."

And then, as if to prove his words true, he took me in his mouth and began to lick and suck my semi-flaccid member. It quickly responded to his tender loving care and I could feel it begin to swell up in his warm, wet mouth.