Are You Trying Turning Me Into A Sissy

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Chapter 37: Victoria Comes Home.

Victoria arrived by taxi at about 5 o'clock and dragged her suitcase along the hall. She looked shattered. 

"Hi, I'm glad to be home. We were out later last night, and I feel a bit fragile still. How are you?" 

"I'm great, thank you, and delighted to see you. I have missed you." We hugged and kissed. 

"I need to get some tea and some food before I will feel right. Then I want to take you to bed. 

I need sex very badly, but I may not be my usual energetic self as I am shattered."

 "That all sounds good to me," I replied. "Have you been practicing in the boots? I thought that you might be wearing them, but of course, cooking in them would be awkward yet." 

"I have been practicing in them. For now, that is all you need to know. Maybe next weekend we can try them out." 

With that, we sat and chatted. I told her about my week and the news about Jess. She was delighted. We ate, and I asked her about her time with Gina. She told me everything except about the club that they had been to the previous evening.

"Nothing happened. I was a good girl, although I was chatted up. We danced and had a great time, but I will give you all the details tomorrow evening. Right now, I need something else that I have missed for too long." 

We went to bed. In the event, we were late going to sleep. 

I spent a long time between Victoria's legs. She had missed me. The following evening, we were chilling in the lounge with a glass of wine after dinner. We had talked about our work day, and the only topic left was the mysterious club. 

"So there is clearly a story about this club that you visited on Saturday.  The one which resulted in you getting a hangover and very little sleep."  

Victoria smiled at me:, "We had been out a few times last week, dinner, pubs, and had been to a dance club but none of these were anything out of the ordinary.  We were just two girls out alone.  We had a good time. We were hit on several times by some good-looking guys but neither of us was interested."  

"At one of the clubs we had been dancing together and we standing at the bar when we were approached by two other women about our ages.  

Good-looking women, very smartly dressed.  They asked if they could dance with us and we were puzzled.  I think they realized that they had made a mistake and apologized but we asked what was wrong.  They had seen us dancing together and had assumed that we were a couple, that we were gay.  They had wanted to join us."  "What happened?"  

"We confirmed what they had worked out by this time, that we were not a lesbian couple.  

But they were nice women and we ended up sitting with them for quite a while.  They were great company, embarrassed, but shared their story.  They had wanted to experiment and see what other women were like, had spotted us and on a whim decided to approach us. They had never done anything like that before and were going to try an approach at a gay club that they frequent.  

But they had seen us, thought that we were attractive and gay, and decided to speak to us."  

"So you had plenty of interest, from both genders, but behaved."  

"That's right. The interesting thing was they told us about the club that they had mentioned.  It was only a couple of hundred yards from Gina's flat.  

She had passed it many times but never been in.  The girls told us that it was a gay club but it was frequented by lots of straight people as well and that it was worth a visit if we had open minds."  "So the two of you went?"  

"Yes we decided to check it out and went on Saturday.  We met the two women and spent a little time with them before they headed off to meet other friends.  It was an amazing place, lively, with great music, a big dance floor, lots of booths and the clientele was incredibly diverse. There were gay male couples, lesbian couples, straight couples (I think), and quite a few cross-dressers.  

There was a drag queen who introduced the band and told a few jokes and it was amazing.  We had a great time and drank a lot and did not get home until about 4am.  Then we sat chatting until about 5am.  That was why I was shattered."  

"Why the big thing then?  Actually, let me guess.  You would like us to go?" 

"Yes.  But just us, not with Gina."  "And I guess that you would want to go with Melissa?"  

"Yes.  They have a cross-dress special night once a month on a Saturday. Some go as drag queens, some in fancy dress but most in everyday outfits.  Anyone can go and it is always busy with non cross-dressers as well.  

It sounds like fun and I would love to go.  I was told that many of the cross-dressers travel a long way for these nights.  Some stay for the weekend in a hotel in the Village and on Fridays go to the club restaurant for dinner, en femme.  I would like us to go." 

"I'm not sure.  Let me think about it.  I'm not saying no but it would be a big step." 

 We did not mention the subject again that night or during the rest of the week.  I knew that Victoria would not let it go, and I knew that I would end up agreeing to go, but I just could not get up the courage right then. On Thursday evening, Victoria persuaded me to go out to dinner again. 

Of course, she persuaded me to go out as Melissa. Each time we did it, it got a bit easier, but I was always reluctant and terrified until I got home safely, and then I was elated and very horny. 

We went to a quiet restaurant that had a good reputation but that we had not been to for several years. 

We had a nice meal, and no one gave me a second look. All was going well until almost the end of the evening. Victoria had gone to the toilet and was walking back when Jess spotted her. She was sitting at a table with another girl when she spotted Victoria and just said 'hello' as she passed. Victoria had stopped, and I had noticed her talking to someone. 

Then that person turned towards me, and I saw that it was Jess. I came very close to fainting. Jess just smiled and gave a little wave. I waved back, and Victoria headed back in my direction. Victoria paid the bill, and we walked out and back to the car. 

Victoria started off and then said, "So that is Jess's girlfriend. She is very attractive, and they make a good-looking couple." 

"I did not really see her." 

"No, you kept your head down. 

No one would have known. Jess asked who I was with, and I gave her my covering answer—my sister-in-law. Jess told me to say 'Hi'" I said nothing; I was still shaking. 

"Missy, you have to stop worrying. You look great, and no one is likely to work it out. It's not as if you are out in broad daylight. Chances are no one would care these days—except you. Jess is so discreet about how she handled it, and you know that she will not tell anyone. Grow up."  

I went to bed terrified, but the following morning I decided to pull myself together. Chapter 34: Weekend in Boots It was Friday, and we had no plans for the weekend. Well, we had no plans to go out; we just spent time together. 

Victoria would be expecting me to dress, so I left work early and headed home. I painted my nails a deep, rich purple and glued the breast forms in place. I lay on the bed for about 20 minutes to let my breasts and nails dry. 

I fastened a black corset in place. It was something that I had bought myself and was shorter so that I could bend it more easily, which was going to be essential. 

I tied it as tight as I could and got the rest of my clothes ready. I put on a pair of 15-denier black gloss tights, and after smoothing them in place, I tightened the corset again. I was short of breath and knew that it would give me a great figure, and the mirror confirmed that. 

I then pulled on a purple long-sleeved silk blouse and the black skater skirt. It was short and would show off plenty of legs, and that was the idea. I used the long black wig and applied my makeup.  

I used purple shades on my eyes, false lashes, lots of mascara, blusher, and dark red lipstick. I changed my earrings for some hoops. Still sitting, I put on the ballet boots. Once fastened, I sat for a few minutes to get used to them, and then I went to the kitchen. 

I got the ingredients ready for a salmon dish with potatoes and vegetables to be cooked in the steamer. I set the table and opened the chilled white wine. I expected Victoria at any time and went to open the door. As I walked back to the kitchen, I heard her car draw up. 

Victoria, I'd had a busy week but had managed to leave work having completed everything, so I knew that I could relax over the weekend. We had no plans to go out, and I knew that Chris would be dressing, I looked forward to spending the weekend with Melissa. 

It was strange that as her dressing progressed, she had morphed from Chris to Sissy to Missy and was now Melissa. I liked it, and I expected that the weekend would be full of great sex.

I needed it. I wondered if I might be able to drag her out for dinner tomorrow night. She was getting better and more adventurous about going out, but it had only been a few times. I started to think about going out quite often, but I knew that would mean a change that Melissa would find hard. I asked myself if I would find it hard. 

Did I want that? Actually, I knew the answer. I wanted to go out with her a lot, but it wasn't going to happen, so there was no sense dwelling on it. What did she have in store, I wondered? What would she be wearing? 

I noticed the door open as I parked the car. Well, she was expecting me, and I hoped that there was a glass of wine waiting. I needed it. I stepped through the door and locked it behind me. I dropped my handbag and briefcase in the hall as I called, "Hi." The reply came from the kitchen, "In here with your wine."  I stepped towards the kitchen and was looking down as I said, "I'm in need of it." I looked up to see Melissa leaning back against the worktop, sipping her wine, and holding out another glass towards me. 

She looked stunning. Her makeup and clothes were great, and then I spotted them. The boots! Her legs, encased in glossy tights, ended in black patent ankle-high ballet boots. The heels were huge, and her toes were 'en point'. I stood open-mouthed. 

"You like them, I see." 

I just looked at them. How could she stand? They must be sore. I lifted my eyes and admired her legs, and when I got to her face, I saw that she was grinning. 

"Yes, I like them, no, I love them. Your legs are astonishing. You look great, very sexy. Do they hurt? Have you been practicing? Can you walk?" 

I was not very coherent. "Take your wine, go through, sit down, and I will tell you all." I shucked off my jacket as I walked and then stood back to let Melissa pass me so I could watch her walk. 

She walked very well, slowly, with small steps, but she had done this before. "The week before you went away, I wore the boots to get used to the angle that my foot was at.

 I couldn't stand for more than a few seconds and didn't really try to accept that I once made it to the loo.

The day that you went away, I knew that I was used to the angle, so I got out of the treadmill. The handles on the sides helped me to stand, and I spent some time just standing. Then I started to walk for a minute at a time. The more that I practiced, the easier it became." 

"So how long can you walk in them and how long can you wear them?" I was stunned. 

"You asked me to try hard and see if I could manage a weekend wearing them. So I will wear them all weekend and take them off before going to bed." 

"You can't; you won't be able to manage that." 

"I can, and I intend to. I could get you the little padlocks, and that would make sure." He grinned at me. She grinned at me. 

"I don't think that the padlocks will be required. I do have one question though. "What's that?" 

"Do you have to take them off at bedtime?" I grinned. "Not as soon as we go to bed, but it would not be a good idea to spend the whole night in them. I suspect that you may be in need of something that I can help with. Sit back." Melissa came over and knelt between my legs. 

She ran her hands up my thighs, opened my legs, ripped open the gusset of my tights, and pushed the thong aside. 

She spent about 30 minutes down there, although I had no idea of the passage of time. I have no idea how many times I came, and I suspect that some of them rolled straight into the next one. I lay back and must have dozed off.

 Melissa called me and suggested that I get changed as dinner was almost ready. We chatted over dinner. Mainly about her training and how she had managed. It was clear that she had made a great deal of effort. 

"So you plan to wear them all day tomorrow?" 

"And all day Sunday. That was the deal." That night Melissa came to bed having removed her outer clothes. She still wore the boots and had split her tights, allowing access. 

She ended up wearing the boots until the early hours of the morning. She came inside me twice and ate me out afterward. I have no idea how many times I came. We both fell asleep, and Melissa woke up when a heel caught in the sheets. 

Then she took them off. I slept with a big grin on my face. The following morning, Melissa dressed in a slightly longer skirt, sweater, and, of course, boots. She said that she would change into something dressier later. 

I was astonished that she went about doing household chores, cleaning up the boots. It is true that she was slow and deliberate, but she managed everything. I was impressed and, to be honest, as horny as hell.

 I resisted until just after lunchtime when I jumped up onto the kitchen worktop, pulled up my skirt, and summoned Melissa. 

I had decided to forgo knickers for the day as I knew they would just get in the way. I was starting dinner and suggested to Melissa that she might want to change. "Missy, what did you wear when you were training?"

 "Ah, at first I just wore a skirt, and then I bought some more appropriate stuff."

 "Like what?" 

"Remember when I dropped you off at the station, I wore those trainers?" 

 "Yes." 

"The next day I was visiting clients and walked past the shoe shop where Natalie works." I hesitated as I was passing and blushed at the thought of what we had done. 

"By chance or fate, Natalie was standing near to the door and waved.  She asked if there was anything else that I needed and I was about to say no when I remembered the trainers.  

So I went in and bought some.  A really girly pair."  "Wow, how very brave.  See, I told you that you had a friend there.  But you did not exercise in trainers you wore the ballet boots, but I guess that there is more isn't there?"  "I ordered two exercise outfits.  I wore those."  

"I'm guessing that they are slightly girly."  

"Yes.  Actually, I snapped a selfie and have forgotten to show it to you."  

"Okay, but before you get dolled up let's see the outfits in person."  

Ten minutes later Melissa appeared in the black exercise outfit with the most astonishing trainers and cute ankle socks.  

"Oh wow, that is great. I love the shoes. No excuse now for not keeping fit. You said that you had another outfit as well?" 

Ten minutes later, she returned. I noticed that she had fixed her hair and redone her make-up, but the purple exercise outfit was stunning. The pants were figure-hugging, the crop top looked great, and I noted that she had a purple stone in her navel. 

She twirled and smiled. I could tell that she was pleased with the look. 

"Now I need to change again and put the boots back on," Melissa said. "Okay. But tomorrow, can you put that out for on again with the boots, just for the morning?"

  "Okay." And she flounced away. She is getting so girly when she is dressed. I love it. Melissa, I changed into the black and white 1950s dress, easily my favorite.  

I wore the corset as tight as I could get it, did my makeup a little heavier, and, with some difficulty because of the corset, added the ballet boots. I made my way to the kitchen, and there was a huge grin on Victoria's face as she took in what I was wearing. 

"Wow. That is so bloody and sexy. Has Jess seen the boots?" 

"No, she has not. Just before she left the morning after she had stayed here, she did my make-up and hair, and I was in the purple gym kit, so she had seen that. But not the boots." 

"Are you going to tell her or show her?" 

"I doubt it." 

"Hmm, no secrets, except the ballet boots."

"I do not have to tell her everything. But that does not have to stop you from telling her if you want to." 

"You surprised me." 

"Good." With that, we had dinner, watched TV, and had an early night. Well, early to bed, late to sleep. I wore the boots again the following day with the purple exercise gear. Later, I changed into something smarter. 

On the whole, it was a quiet day. During the evening, we had sex in the lounge. It was long, lazy, and great. We were lying in front of the fire almost naked, and Victoria was stroking me lightly. It was lovely, and I was very relaxed. 

"I want us to go to Manchester in a couple of weeks to visit that club. We could go up on a Friday, book into a hotel in the Village, have dinner there, do some shopping the next day, go to the club in the evening, and drive back on Sunday." I did not reply immediately as I gave it some thought. 

"I guess that I need to add the rest of that agenda myself. 

What you mean is for us, you and Melissa, to go to dinner, shop, and go to the club." 

"Yes. We would need to travel and change when we got there. I know that it is a big step, but I would really like you to do it." 

"I don't think that I have much choice, do I? At least it is gay-friendly, so it should be okay." 

I was resigned to it, and actually, the idea was exciting, if not terrifying. "There is one more thing." 

"I know that I am going to regret asking what, but also that I will probably end up doing whatever is coming my way." 

"I love you and you are correct. I have an idea and you are not going to like it, but here goes. On Saturday night anything goes as far as cross-dressers and others joining in with the outfits, like cosplay.

 I want you to go dressed in the same outfit that you wore on Friday. Wearing the boots. Please." I was stunned. I had not been expecting that, but deep down it excited me, and I simply replied, "Okay, if that is what you want." 

"Really? You will do it? But do you really want to?" 

"Yes, I do." Victoria was stunned. The sex that night was a bit crazy. I was glad that we were back to normal the following day. 

Chapter 38 - New tattoo.

The following Friday we were lying in bed after great sex.  I was fully made up, had long false nails, wearing a wig, stockings, and a corset that was holding a pair of breast forms.  

Victoria was tracing her fingernail around the butterfly tattoo on my pubic region when she suggested that I should have another tattoo.  

"I think that it would be a nice addition, it would celebrate your newfound confidence and mark it with something permanent.  Let's face it you are never going to forget this period, you have one tattoo, piercings, and your hair has been removed what is a little extra?"  

I admit that I felt a stirring.  

"What did you have in mind?" I asked.  

"Well we could add another butterfly or perhaps two, or..."  

She was thinking and then continued, "Perhaps a lace garter belt on your thigh or a tramp stamp on your lower back."  

"I am not a tramp!" I huffed.  "No, you are not.  I think another butterfly just here."  

She ran her nail around the area above and to the left of the existing tattoo. 

"Something similar, but different and perhaps a shade darker."  

I was thinking about that when she added, "Eventually you could add others and extend them either upfront or round the back.  Over your hip and onto your back would be best, with a vine linking them, maybe across the lower back and up the spine and onto the right shoulder."  

"Wow, I thought you said another one," I protested.  

"You see, you have almost agreed to another one, but I said one or two. I suspect that if I asked you, you would add two, and over time probably you would get hooked and add more.  You are thinking, how would I cover that, well it's far too late for that, so forget that idea." 

"Okay, I admit that I have thought about another butterfly and would do it.  But you are suggesting more aren't you?"  

"Yes, I'm pushing."  

"How many?"  

"That tells me that you are open to the idea, so I will ask you to get two and will come up with the designs."  

"Alright, two more and I would want them to go towards the hip." 

"We can do it on Saturday."  Saturday found us at the tattoo parlor and the lady recognised us.  

"I knew that you would be back."  

She turned to Victoria and said, "I looked at some designs after you called me.  What do you think of these?"  Victoria had called her and discussed this?  

I realised that as we had an appointment she must have called but why had she not told me? 

 "What have you discussed?" I pleaded.  

"Now then, the last time we were here I asked you to trust me," I interrupted.  

"And I did and ended up with a bigger tattoo than I had planned." 

 "And you love it and here we are again. 

 I have an idea about what I would like, it involves butterflies and adding to the one that you have. We spoke about this. Do you trust me again?"  

I was defeated and I knew it and I was aroused at the thought of what my lovely wife was going to do or have done to me.  I nodded.  The tattooist looked at me and said, "Do you agree to me doing what your wife wants me to do, even though you don't know what it is?" 

 "Will it be tasteful and discrete?" 

 "It will be very tasteful but once it's done it will be visible to anyone who sees you without clothes," said Victoria.  

"Okay, do whatever you think is best."  

I realized when she had started to add a second tattoo (well it would be my third now) because she was working on a new area.  It was further left toward my hip.  She stopped and wiped away the two of them and studied the new artwork and they nodded to each other.  

"Can I see?" 

I asked.  

"We aren't finished yet, just relax," she said calmly.  

"But you said two," I protested.  

"No one said two, in fact, no one specified a number.  Now you agreed didn't you?"  

"Yes," I said defeated.  They were adding another one actually on my hip.  This was going to be visible above my knickers.  I hope that they are going to stop I have four tattoos now.  They did stop and then they started again.

  "Just a little finishing touch to link them," said Victoria.  I felt that a line or ribbon or something was being added from the pubic area around the butterflies. 

 "All done.  Now stand and have a look."  

I slid my feet to the ground and stood in front of the mirror.  Four butterflies now ran towards my hip.  The first was the largest and the next two were only about half that size, the final one was in between. A ribbon did link them together.  

"Do you like it?" asked Victoria.  

"It is a bit more than I was expecting, but they are beautiful."  

The tattooist said, "It's a great design and could be added to.  In fact, four is an even number so you should probably add another one at some point."  It was a throwaway but Victoria looked at me and I knew what she was about to ask.  

"If you think that would be best."  

Let's face it no way was I going to hide this.  Half an hour later there was a fifth tattoo.  It was the smallest and it curled toward my back.  This time the tattooist said.

 "That is enough for now but you could continue that right up the back and stop at just below the collar or go right across towards the shoulder.  That would need quite a few altogether."  

Victoria replied, "You are right and we will be back to finish this off but only when she asks for it.  

Then she will no doubt have ideas about other tattoos."  I doubted that I would ever ask for more but Victoria seemed certain and that made me wonder.  

I guessed that she would probably be right.  She usually was.  The sex that weekend was as good as ever.  

I spent some time on the floor in front of her chair.  I kissed her ankle and then worked my way up her legs, kissing and licking as I went.  

I worked my way under her clothing and pulled them off and then kept kissing and licking all the way up to her breasts.  

I spent a very long time nibbling and sucking them and had Victoria screaming for me to bring her off.  I kept up the attention to her breasts but also slid a finger inside her and that did the trick.  

When she had calmed down a little I started with fingers inside her and kissed around about her lips and then her clit.  She screamed for more and after a few minutes screamed for me to stop so I ignored her and kept going.  I took her hand and led her to the bed. She was wasted but spent a while tracing the designs of the tattoos.  

In fact, she spent a lot of time over the next week repeating that after sex.