Message-ID: <32765asstr$1001956204@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <VickieTern@aol.com> From: VickieTern@aol.com X-Original-Message-ID: <d2.d0767b7.28e94d67@aol.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Mon, 1 Oct 2001 00:39:03 EDT Subject: {ASSM} Scenes, by Vickie Tern, 4/17 TG Femdom F/m m/M F/M etc Date: Mon, 1 Oct 2001 13:10:04 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2001/32765> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, kelly Scenes, by Vickie Tern, 4/17 TG Femdom F/m m/M F/M etc This story includes explicit sex scenes. Married sex, mostly, gentle, loving, and appreciative, mostly. If by reason of age, temperament, or moral principle you shouldn't or don't want to read about such things, think hard what to do about it, and you'll figure it out I'm sure. Scenes from a Marriage by Vickie Tern (vickietern@aol.com) 4. When Carol got home from work she was pleased to find Carl asleep on the couch, the table set and their dinner's fixings laid out in the kitchen awaiting her arrival for last minute cooking. That sweetie! He looks so peaceful, she thought as she went up to his computer room to look for clues about his behavior this morning. Was he logging onto network porn channels, then fantasying? It occurred to her that it was Spring. Were her young man's thoughts lightly turning to thoughts of other women, was that what he'd been doing? She wasn't worried, he was absolutely faithful to her, he'd never risk his marriage by desiring another woman, she knew that. But that could also be why he was using himself as a substitute for other women! Looking at another "woman's" crotch and boobs in the mirror! Trying to be a woman and then lust after her! His red face confessed some kind of shameful craving. Hers was the only mons veneris he'd seen since their engagement, she was sure of that. She couldn't really blame him for wanting to sneak a peek at another, even if only his own facsimile of one. Unless it wasn't just deprivation but envy? He really did want a crotch of his own like that, but he was ashamed to say so? There lying across his keyboard where he'd abandoned it was the swimsuit Sports Illustrated. It was open to a girl wearing a crimson charmeuse print Bikini, crouching back on her heels in an unlikely position, certainly uncomfortable, supplementing what little lift her Bikini top provided by supporting both of her heavy breasts by the palms of her hands. Carl's hand gesture under his own tits -- if that's what they were -- this morning. The girl had twisted her body and was turning her head to confront the camera with a welcoming smile. Carl's pose. Her vagina crease was fully exposed, as Carl's would have been if he'd had one and could have opened his legs, though hers was covered by her thin Bikini bottom. Just barely covered, Carol saw. Her pussy hair on either side of it was trimmed and shaved to project smooth nudity. Why is it that men think women who bend like pretzels are sexy? Carol wondered. A mystery. Still, that's what it may be all about, I bet. My hubby hankers after strange flesh, but he wants to remain true to me, so he wants to be a woman so he can settle for his own flesh. That is so dear, if that's what it is! Carol felt she should reward him for his ingenuity, for his desire to remain faithful to her at all costs. But what if it wasn't an errant lecherous impulse? What if it really was envy? What if he simply wants to be a girl? Should she encourage him? She didn't know. She idly turned other pages of the Swimsuit issue. Maillots are out this year, she noticed idly, unless they're draped like this one. Just as well, mine's stretched out and unwearable, I won't replace it. God, look at the postage stamps that girl's wearing? Pasties? She can't be sixteen! No girl fully grown and that well-endowed is ever that self-supporting! Are they real? She flipped on, now assessing the different models and their bathing attire woman to woman. These women are really as thin as Carl, she thought, but being women has made them softer, smoother, rounder. A little fatty tissue under the skin goes a long way, especially in the breast and the bum. That's estrogen doing its thing. Does he really want to look like that? Does he really think he resembles them? If he did, would I love him as much? It would feel strange, but I'm sure I would. It isn't his manliness I admire, God knows, he's never really been manly, not his body anyhow. It's that he's so gentle, so sweet! So ... feminine, so precious. So lovable. A peculiar thought suddenly struck her. Can it be that when he's imagining he's a girl like these girls, when he's wishing that he was one of these girls, he has sex with himself? Does he masturbate? Look at these women and imagine he's one of them and masturbate? That he's true to me only in his fashion, that he freely takes his pleasure with these girls and with himself? That he feels excited when he's being one of them? The way I do sometimes when I remember the big guys I used to date? Only he works his fantasy off with his hand, and I work mine off on top of his prick? She looked about. Sure enough, in his desk-side waste paper basket she saw tufts of kleenex with pale crusts on them. Something like dried phlegm. But he'd had no nose colds nor bronchitis, his breathing was clear -- she'd been watching it closely since his pneumonia and she was sure of it. So this was the residue of some kind of affair he'd been having with one of these swimsuit-clad women. Or all of them, the whole harem. Or with himself, imagining himself to be one of them? With his figure? She'd now settled into that thought. She'd never thought of Carl quite that way. As her girlfriend sometimes, yes, but not with a girl's body, a girl's breasts, hips, waist, soft curves, everything. He does have the makings, she saw now. He's practically anorexic! He needs a lot more rounding out, of course, especially up top, but he does look a lot like me in my early teens before my hormones kicked in. When they finally did kick in, Carol mused further. I loved that yellow Jantzen swimsuit I had then, with the push-up bra inserts that made me look bigger than I was! It was when I wore that swimsuit that the boys finally decided to look at me! It's so hard on a girl to be late-blooming! She smiled slightly as her imagination clothed a late-blooming Carl in that tight yellow one-piece with its built-in push-up bra. Carl as a bathing beauty attractive to boys! Does he imagine he can look like that? Carol couldn't decide if he looked ridiculous or cute! Would he want boys to look at him? I better not think about that, she thought. Not right now. Whatever's going on here, she concluded, Carl has a secret life and secret yearnings he's ashamed to tell me. I want him to have whatever he wants. But he'll never tell me something like this! What to do? She decided to take the problem to Maddy. Maddy knew a lot about these things, she'd suggest something. Carl was still sleeping. It was still afternoon. Dinner could be ready in ten minutes. There was plenty of time, and she'd noticed that Maddy was home early too, her car already in her driveway. Carol decided to pop by for a talk. In the end, Maddy certainly did suggest something. Many things. They talked a long while. Maddy filled and re-filled Carol's wine glass. First she listened in silence, patiently, as her friend talked it all out. Various explanations offered themselves as Carol described the morning's event and then her afternoon's discoveries, and Maddy considered each in turn. Most obviously, she thought, Carl is bored and looking for novelty. Maybe his illness has started him looking for a new life better suited to some secret self, some girl self maybe. Some girl self dating back to his high school days, maybe? When he was one of the girls yet not one of them? He now wants to close that gap? Carol seemed to think so, but Maddy doubted it. He's been sick, disoriented, and that may be all it is, just random behavior, she thought. Random sexual behavior, of course, because he's hard up, he must be randy as a goat by now. At that Maddy had to smile. If Carol insists on total abstinence until Carl's completely well, what can she expect? Maddy knew that men do strange things when they aren't allowed sexual release, and can be made to do even stranger things. She often controlled her own men by their pent-up eroticism, their desire to cum at all costs. Carl hasn't gotten laid for what now, months? Some men would think a phone book was sexually provocative if they'd been through that kind of deprivation. A "Sports Illustrated" bathing beauty issue would blow their minds. Not for nothing do they call that issue "Spurts Illustrated!" Men do fetishize women's bodies, after all -- clothing, hair, everything that makes a woman distinctively feminine. Why shouldn't Carl's mirror provide him with a fetish object ready to hand, his own feminized body? That was the most likely explanation. Not too interesting, she decided, but it has possibilities. It's something to build on, anyway. Because Carol is my friend, and Carol may not know it, but she's bored, she wants to liven up her life. Look how she leaps to the notion that Carl wants to be a girl! She's craving perverse excitement from somewhere! And no wonder! They're soooo vanilla, that couple! Well, wherever it may be Carl wants to go, he can be led to wherever Carol wants him to go, I'm sure of that, Maddy said to herself. We'll just have to find out what Carol wants. She resumed her speculations. Would Carl agree to get involved with men? Is he gay? No, Maddy was thinking as Carol talked, not gay, except maybe with himself when he jerks off. All guys are gay when they have sex with themselves, but they never think of it that way! Like the rest of them he probably tries to hide his homoeroticism from himself by imagining it's girls who are calling the tune, those girls in their swimsuits. Anyhow, if he were gay he'd know it by now. So would Carol. Well, is he a crossdresser maybe? A little bit transgendered? Maybe, she thought. It could be. It would be hard for him not to be. With his background, spending all that time with girls all the way through high school? Now and then he's got to have tried out some of the things girls that age talk about incessantly, at least in secret. Maybe not try boys, but other things, clothes, make-up, cute hair styles. I bet he had his own panties and bras stashed away at one time, maybe he still does. Certainly he knows how girls talk about other girls -- I've noticed how his voice always takes on that naughty lilt when some neighborhood wife's misbehavior is the topic, that's when he sounds just like one of his high school girl friends dishing the dirt. Does he do other girly things too? I bet he'd try with the right encouragement. Especially now that he's hard up. Especially now. I know I can arrange that! Should I? Should I help Carol make her life more interesting? Now that Maddy was focussed, she let her imagination run a little further. What if Carl ended up genuinely transsexual like Scott, a part-time or even full-time woman? Would Carol feel deprived? Maybe not. She once had lots of he-man boy friends and she knows how to get more. Yet she did settle on Carl, and Carl isn't really a man, he's too sweet! She might prefer living with a girl who's a former man, and getting fucked by real men on the side. The best of both worlds! Would Carl make a good former man? He seems to be fixated on pictures of pretty girls with great faces and big boobs. That can carry a man a long way toward becoming a girl like that himself, if he has any inclinations that way. She tried to imagine Carl with boobs. Scott loved his breasts once he got them -- once he made the commitment he couldn't wait, he wanted a feminine figure and implants and the bras needed to hold them and the blouses and sweaters to show them off, all of it, right away! He'd been an awkward failure as a man, and he knew it once he realized how self-assured he felt as a woman, how happy, poised, even elegant! In no time there'd been guys swarming all over him. I remember he wasn't interested at first, didn't like men, he was strictly a tits and ass man. Like Carl now probably. But once he got his own tits and ass and girls weren't interested in him any more, he took up with guys all right. Sex is sex! I remember I had to talk him into his first blow job, but not his second! Men can be so marvelous, I remember I told him, they're all so different! And while your mouth's wrapped around that tube, he's all yours! Maddy smiled. Yours whether you want to see him again or not. Girls learn soon enough that there is no Mr. Right, take what's good enough! Scott learned that. Especially when I showed him how a girl can get men to pleasure them. Then there was no stopping him! He couldn't wait to get a pussy of his own to use on them! Maddy smiled again. Scotty now feels privileged to be a woman. Because unlike other women Scotty can't ever take her gender or her body for granted the way women do who're born to them. For Scotty it's all new and a little daring, maybe even also a little wicked. Could Carl end up like that? Big tits, a pussy where his balls once hung down? Married to a guy who leaps to attend his least whim? Maybe. But not without Carol's consent, never. It'll have to be Carol who makes decisions like that for Carl. She's the boss! I'd better make sure of that starting now! The poor guy doesn't know that their old equal partnership is over. It's just as well. I love them both, but they both should've learned long ago that it's more fun to explore the little kinks you find inside yourself. And I really do owe it to Carol to help her, Maddy thought further. She deserves it! She's been so worried, she's been through so much lately. Carl too. Whatever's Carl's problem, whatever prompted him to stand there with his balls between his legs, he and his wife will soon be very different people. I will guarantee that! But I'd best go slow. They really have to do it themselves. I'll help, that's all. Facilitate. It'll be hard for me to restrain myself, but I'll have to try. Maddy grinned. This could be fun! Carol married to a Scotty of her very own! "So is this something to worry about, do you think?" Carol asked finally. Then sat quiet. Still flushed with her own thoughts, Maddy replied, "Not at all, honey! You're lucky! Lots of women would love to have your opportunities!" Carol looked puzzled. Too fast, Maddy decided. So she sat quiet a moment too, contemplating where to begin. Then, "Carol, let me ask you just one thing." She refilled Carol's wine glass yet again. How many was this now? Three? But she'd topped Carol up once or twice too. "Just one thing. When you were just lying there looking at him, and Carl was blushing and stammering, because he'd been hiding this guilty secret from you and now you'd found it out?" She paused. Give Carol plenty of time to remember. To put herself into that mindspace. "Yes?" Carol prompted her. It worked, Maddy noted with great satisfaction. Carol's voice had been small, anxiously concerned as she told her story. Now it sounded confident, firm. "Did you like how it felt? I mean, sure, you felt sorry for the poor dear, there he was all upset, embarrassed, and so on. But did you feel anything else too? Anything good?" "Yes, I certainly did," Carol said seriously after a moment's thought. "I told you I think. I felt strong. In charge. That moment I felt I could control whatever he might say or feel. Play him like a musical instrument, maybe for as long as a half-an-hour. I bet that long! It was wonderful! I was embarrassed for him, sure, but despite that I teased him, and that felt really good! It was mean of me I know, but I really loved it! I liked watching him crawl just a little, because I felt so superior to him!" "Because you really are what he was only pretending to be? A real woman? You felt superior that way?" "I guess. Yes, that too. Can you imagine? I was feeling superior because I'm a woman and he isn't?" "Yes," Maddy replied dryly. "I can imagine that. I feel that way all the time." "But also because at that moment he seemed to want something he can't give himself. And I want him to have it. It's hard to explain. Because I do love him, so I want to help him. Only I'm not sure that with something like this I should help him!" Of course you aren't sure, Maddy told herself. Because it would change everything. Your whole world, with all its predictability and stability! But you do feel intrigued by that very possibility, don't you? "Of course you should help him!" Maddy said firmly. "But he's in denial, isn't he? A direct approach would frighten him, or maybe make him angry. So you'll have to be tactful. You'll have to suggest things without stating them, and keep secrets from him. I know, you've been honest with him so far, you don't want to play cat and mouse with him ever even for the mouse's own good. You want to remain equal partners, tell all, share all, no secrets. But think about this! He's had this thing all this time, this need to express a certain femininity, maybe even more than that his need to look like a woman, maybe live like one at least part time. Maybe even become a woman, you don't know that he doesn't!" Carol looked at Maddy silently, eyes wide open. She knew that she didn't know. "And he's never once mentioned it to you! Maybe not even to himself! Carol, you've got to be ... indirect for his own good! Just think of what you're doing as a different kind of sharing, so you can end up more equal than ever!" Maybe even in your bra sizes, Maddy added to herself. "Are you willing?" Carol was silent a long time. She was no fool. Then, "I want to help him," she said simply. "Whatever it takes." And that was that. "I think I know how, " Maddy said. "It isn't that hard to figure. But if I help you help him, will you stick with it? No hesitation, no turning back? Go the distance? Part way could mess you both up!" She paused. Time for a little incentive. "I guarantee that the whole time you're helping him, you'll be feeling the same way you felt lying there watching Carl try to go girly all by himself in front of that mirror. That same feeling. Amused, superior, altogether in control. Knowing that whatever you do is for his own good." "I'd like that," Carol said. "Knowing that I'm helping him. I've just said that!" Carol already sounded in charge, a bit impatient even. Usually her voice registered apology, a desire not to offend. Not now. "Of course!" Maddy paused again. "You love each other. You're loving partners, the envy of all our friends. But now you know something Carl doesn't, what's missing from his life. What all those girls in high school had and he could only envy. Femininity. Girlishness. Womanliness. Not your femininity, he knows that's the greatest gift of his life, and that it's all his. His own femininity is I mean! That's what he was looking for in that mirror and in that swimsuit magazine. I think you know that. He may not know it, but you do!" She did. She didn't blink. Maddy asked again. "I need to ask you directly. Are you willing to go wherever the trail leads to help him realize his deepest needs? His femininity?" There was a long pause. Carol looked down into her wine glass and swirled what was there. Then looked straight at Maddy and said simply, "If that's what he needs, yes! I love him!" end 4/17 -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> | | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |<http://www.asstr-mirror.org>, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+