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Scenes, by Vickie Tern, 5/17  TG Femdom F/m m/M F/M etc

This is a tale about a married couple who try to meet each 
other's needs, and also their own.  What they think are each 
other's needs, that is.  What they think are their own.

It 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)   




                              5.

I thought so!  Maddy felt triumphant.  "I know you do, Carol!  So
that's what you'll do!  Help him find his own femininity!  Help him
explore it and enjoy it.  Not at cost to his masculinity,
necessarily.  Additional, maybe.  We don't know.  That'll be for
him to decide."  

Carol nodded. She could think of it that way.  It was more likely
though that one would overwhelm the other.  Maybe his feminine
identity would take charge?  What if that happened?  She asked
Maddy.

"It'd be like guiding your own little girl, teaching her to become
a grown woman.  If you provide him with opportunities and
encouragement, and protect him from the pitfalls, and keep him
moving forward, and help him when he seems lost, and stay patient,
he'll provide his own growth.  He'll become all the woman he can be
by himself!  When he hesitates, that's when you can encourage him,
offer him little opportunities he can't refuse.  You'll always know
what he'll decide before he does, because you'll be guiding him. 
You'll have arranged everything."

Should I go further?  I'll take a chance, and let's see how she
takes it.  If she's repelled, it's easy to back off.

"Can you imagine how delighted he'll feel when he holds up his
first pair of his very own bikini panties, admiring the shine and
the little lace edge, and tries to figure out which side is the
front side?  How you'll feel as you watch and advise him?  How
you'll feel when the poor dear first tries to put on lipstick all
by himself and has to ask for your help?"  

Carol could imagine.  Pleased that Carl was pleased, if he was. 
But she'd also feel unsatisfied.  Carl trying to become a woman
could be dear.  But then what would she do for a man?  She kept a
poker face.

Maddy saw.  No reaction!  So Carol won't really mind playing gender
games with her darling little Curl!  Even if they're not games, but
determine the way he'll have to live for the rest of his life! 
Should I mention that sooner or later she'll need to reassure him
that he's just fine when he wants to look especially pretty for
some guy?  Or that now and then she'll very likely find herself
dressing to go out with her boyfriend while he stays home to do his
nails?   No, I'd better let that be for now.  

"You'll feel the same loving affection you've always felt," Maddy
assured her.  "That'll only get stronger.  You won't be able to
tell him exactly how you're helping him, not at first, but you'll
know.  Think of it as a kind of surprise you're preparing for your
next anniversary, when will it be, in eleven months?  You can tell
him everything then.  By then he'll have learned to appreciate
everything you've done and whatever he's become.  By then he'll
love it, I'm sure!"  By then maybe he'll have no choice but to love
it, Maddy added to herself.  "So, are you committed to this thing,
honey?"

"To helping my darling feel good about himself?  Of course!"

"Then let me propose some things you should do as soon as possible,
this evening if possible.  The first will tell us both a lot about
what we're dealing with.  It's very simple, very innocuous.  All
right?"

Carol broke into a broad smile.  "Maddy, just listen to you!  You
sound like some gypsy fortune teller who sees all, knows all, and
tells next to nothing!  Speak up, out with it!"

This was a new and much more attractive Carol, Maddy was thinking. 
Amused by my teasing even as she objects to it!  

"Here are some magazines to leave around the house." she told
Carol, picking them off an end-table and handing them over.  "He
gets off on "Sports Illustrated" when it's loaded with half-naked
women?  Let's see what he does with "Cosmopolitan," which is always
loaded with sexy, independent-minded women constantly swapping
gossip and advice about their own sexuality, how to handle men, how
to seduce them, how to be beautiful.  Let's see who he identifies
with, the women or the men.  Just leave these around the house and
see where his curiosity leads him.  See if one of them ends up on
his computer keyboard with even more kleenex in his waste paper
basket.  Later maybe you can quiz him and see what he's learned. 
And build on it, discourage some things, encourage others."  

Maddy already knew what Carl would do.  An issue of Cosmo was her
standard entrance exam for submissive men.  Ray had glanced at one
and marveled at the lengths women will go to turn on their men, and
had urged her a few times to try some of those tricks on him.  A
very disappointing response.  Scott had rather startlingly
identified with the women dressing to seduce men, not with the men
being seduced.  He'd thought he was merely being sympathetic,
trying to "understand" how they felt about sex and seduction.  But
in the end he'd become one of them.  From what Carol had described,
Carl would probably split and redouble himself, think of himself as
a man seduced by a woman into becoming a seductive woman.  Because
that's now what he would be!  Carol would see to it that he played
all his parts in his mind in the right order.  That he'd get
seduced into reading the make-up ads too.  All Carol had to do was
smile encouragingly, Maddy suspected, and Carl would feminize
himself!  He'd been a boy among girls for so long!  He was so
needy!  He had to be!

Carol took the two issues of "Cosmo" with one eyebrow raised
skeptically, ready to wait and see.  She'd report back in a day or
two, and Maddy would advise her further then.  

"Oh yes," Maddy said casually.  Now the serious stuff begins. 
"Another thing.  You'll want to keep him feeling hard up!  Sexually
eager, but deprived.  Keep an eye on the overall kleenex level in
his computer room.  Let him let loose over Cosmo's girls, and if
you have any expose him to other magazines too with other models
selling lingerie or make-up, girly things.  See if those women seem
to be advising him to change how he looks, to become more like
them.  Give them a chance to try.  Then, only then, confront him
about his masturbation.  Tell him he must promise to give it up
except when you yourself ask him to masturbate.  Does that sound
outrageous?   It is, but chances are he won't think so -- he's got
to be feeling guilty that he's doing himself, so he'll promise you
anything.  Then when you have control over his sexual release,
you'll find that the hornier he feels, more easily you can guide
him where he's too ashamed to go himself."  

Carol nodded.  She considered taking notes, but decided she'd just
try to remember.

"So deny him sex except as a special reward.  He'll be worried
about where you're leading him I'm sure, further and further into
femininity, and he'll be worried that you'll think the less of him
the more feminine he becomes.  So make sex with him a reward for
his breakthroughs, a reassurance that he's better than ever!  Not
so he ever quite realizes it, just so he notices that his
acquiescence in some things you ask for seems to turn you on, and
his reluctance turns you off."

"OK," Carol nodded.  That makes sense, she was thinking.  Carrot or
no carrot.  Carrot if he lets me liberate him, no carrot if he
doesn't.  No sticks at all.  I like that.

"Now, this next will be hard, but trust me Carol, it's necessary. 
Get accustomed to the idea.  When he's on a plateau and unwilling
to rise to the next level, he gets no sex at all.  No approval, no
affection.  Not even an affectionate glance.  We'll want him
feeling a little inadequate and deprived.  Maybe you can even seem
mysteriously annoyed with him at such times, impatient with him for
unexplained reasons, so he feels anxious.  You'll find that if he's
been denied sexual release and you're at odds with him, then when
you ask him to do something to carry him to the next level,
something he might normally find odd or perverse, he'll do it
eagerly.  If only to get back into your good graces."

"Poor Carl," Carol said.  She stood up and weaved a bit.  Time to
get home to the dinner her sweet hubby had prepared for her while
supposedly she'd been putting in a long day at the office.  And her
long consultation here.

"There's more, honey.  This you may not like, but again, it's for
his own good.  Especially when he's feeling deprived, when he's had
no sex for a while, you'll want to go out 'shopping' now and then
evenings and come back with only vague explanations about where
you've been.  We'll be talking fairly frequently, so when you come
over here, don't let him know.  Just say "out" or "here and there"
when he asks.  Then he'll find those moments when you're altogether
pleased with him that much more reassuring as well as rewarding. 
Keep him on edge, unsure of himself and of you, so he'll be more
than willing to please you when you suggest some further step."  

"That makes sense," Carol had to agree.

"Even more.  When he's hard up and getting no sex, and you're going
out on unexplained errands, dress provocatively.  To turn him on,
to keep him juiced and eager and unable to think clearly.  Call him
"stud" or "sport" or whatever you usually call him to invoke his
manliness, and trail your fingers across his genitals in passing
now and then.  Let him know you're a highly-sexed woman.  But be
too busy to do anything further about it with him.  A hot and
bothered husband is a husband especially ready to do whatever you
want.  If he's entertaining jealous suspicions, even more so."

Poor Carl, Carol thought again.  She giggled out loud.  "You are a
devil," Carol said with admiration.

"All part of keeping him on his toes, honey.  You need to own his
sex life absolutely, so it's no longer his and he's anxious about
it.  You need to control all of his pent up desires so his
frustration inspires him to greater efforts.  That's why when he's
ramped up, he won't be allowed to masturbate.  If he cheats once,
and you can tell, you'll threaten that his next offense will get
his penis locked up inside a chastity tube -- I have one around
here somewhere you can show him.  It won't come to that though.  He
loves you.  He'll want to do whatever pleases you even when he
doesn't understand why."

Carol heard this last solemnly.  Poor Carl, she thought yet again. 
I know he needs me.  I'll just have to be careful I don't destroy
him by seeming not to need him.  She nodded slowly.  She'd been in
charge of their married life for only those ten seconds or so she'd
watched her husband cringe in front of a mirror.  Now she'd remain
in charge for their whole foreseeable future.  It felt awesome.  It
felt good!

"I'd better get home," Carol said.  "My car's home.  Carl'll be
wondering where I am, when to put dinner on the table." 

"His turn tonight?  What a prize you married, Carol.  I do so envy
you.  But hold in mind how much more of a prize he'll be in a year. 
How very much happier you'll both be.  Not that you aren't now."  

"Mmmm!" Carol replied, scarcely listening, starting toward the
door.

Now's the moment, Maddy thought to herself.  The two most important
things, now that she's too impatient to discuss them.  "One last
question, before you go, Carol.  How is Carl physically now?  I
mean, are his blood levels OK?  His liver's functioning normally,
and all?"

Carol suddenly remembered that her husband was still convalescent,
and looked at Maddy questioningly.  "Oh he's fine now," she said. 
"Everything tests normal or better than normal now.  He's in
perfect health.  Except of course that he's so thin.  Emaciated. 
That he needs to put weight back on as quickly as possible."

"Of course.  And my last advice deals with that.  Two things.  One
is, you'll want him to join a health club and work out regularly. 
That one in the strip mall two blocks down is perfect for our
purposes.  He can stop there for a session each morning.  I've sent
men there to get them shaped up.  They do a beautiful job.  Let
Carl give them this card when he registers, and they'll understand
what we want.  He'll think it's for a discount."  She scribbled
something across the back.

Carol glanced at it and stuffed it into her purse.  "'FormFit
Figures'?  Isn't their clientele mainly women?"

"That's true of most health clubs, honey.  It's women who worry
about their figures, not men.  But no, not 'mainly.'  FormFit is
exclusively for women.  That's why at FormFit the trainers will
know just how to help Carl, and you won't need to give that part of
it another thought.  You'll see.  Now just wait here a moment more,
would you, hon?"  Now here it comes, she was thinking.  This works
or it doesn't!

Maddy abruptly left the room, leaving Carol wondering if she wanted
her man to exercise with other women.  Daily?  Especially when he's
feeling horny and deprived?  She mentioned that to Maddy when she
returned.  

"Not to worry," she said.  "I expect him to identify with other
women, not desire them.  He'll think of himself as one of them soon
enough.  With good reason, if he takes these pills.  A big one and
a little one each day, and within a couple of months he'll be
putting on weight where he never dreamed it was possible for a man
to put on weight.  Guaranteed."  

Maddy, smiling, held up a pale blue plastic compact with a wheel
inside holding 28 large pills, then under each one 28 smaller
pills.  Carol glanced at it and looked intently into her friend's
eyes.  Her mind was in a whirl.  

"Maddy, these look like birth control pills," Carol said quietly. 
"Why should he take birth control pills?  Do you think there's a
chance he'll get pregnant?"  She was afraid she knew the answer.  

"These will help him become all the girl he can be, if that's what
he wants to be," Maddy said with a conspiratorial grin, inviting
Carol to join her.  "Strictly speaking they aren't for birth
control, though they do function that way too.  They're stronger. 
They're a full teenage hormone replacement regimen.  Concentrated
estrogens, progesterones, everything any developing girl could
possibly need.  They were originally designed for girls with
delayed puberty due to underdeveloped ovaries, but nowadays we use
them for all sorts of female or transsexual underdevelopment.  They
flood the system and work all sorts of marvelous magic.  I know men
who've taken them for several years and you'd never know it, to
look at them.  You'd never know they were once men, I mean.  These
things work.  They overwhelm everything."

Carol saw now that Maddy was serious.  Where Maddy thought Carol
should take her husband.  Where she expected Carl to end up.

"I don't know," Carol said.  "He may not want to.  I mean, he...."

"Carol, I did ask you if this is where you think Carl wants to go
even if he doesn't know it.  And I did ask if you were serious
about taking him there, even if he doesn't know where 'there' is."

It sounded like a rebuke.  Carol said nothing.

Maddy relaxed and smiled.  "Just take them home for now.  Think
about it.  See where his mind goes when he reads women's magazines
like 'Cosmo.'  See how he reacts to his new health club.  Go slow,
satisfy yourself before you move on.  Because if this is where Carl
wants to go, and it certainly seems so to me, then this is where he
should go.  Start him on these.  If they seem wrong for him you can
always discontinue them.  You're in charge."  

Maddy knew he wouldn't want to discontinue them.  None of her men
had ever quit.  The big pills did the serious work, and the little
pills assured that the big ones would be taken daily as intended. 
Teenage girls often forget.  So the little ones included a mood
drug to assure a feeling of well-being that was missed if not
renewed daily.  And since teenagers are often troubled, the little
ones contained a tranquilizer to induce a lovely serenity of mind,
an inclination to go with the flow, a compliant disposition that
made everything else so much easier.  Girls who took this
combination soon discovered sex and how to enjoy it with no
regrets.  Men who took this combination never regretted it either.

Carol was still uncertain.  To soak Carl in female hormones was
only one more step, true.  It could always be retraced, mostly. 
But it seemed to her to be the most radical step of all.  Yet Carl
did seem to want what only hormones like these could provide!  A
memory of him posing there with his smooth crotch, his genitals as
out of sight as any woman's, flashed across her mind's eye.  And of
Carl pathetically offering his bunched up chest muscles and loose
skin to his mirror image as if they were real breasts, and then as
he'd spun around offering them to her.  Was that what he wanted? 
Real breasts?  Then he should have them!  Could she accept them if
he one day offered them to her?  Could she suckle them?  Carol
didn't know.  But she recalled how she'd sometimes feel when Carl
was down below on her nibbling her clit, what a lovely girl he
could be in her mind's eye.  She felt a warm, tingly glow.  If I'm
the heroine of my own novels, she thought, then my husband is
entitled to be the heroine of his, if that's what he wants!  With
breasts and everything else, if that's what he wants.  "If that's
what he wants," Carol said aloud.  This could be fun, she added to
herself.

"He'll need guidance," Maddy reminded her.  "If that's where he
wants to go, he'll never get there on his own."  She looked
directly at her friend.  "Really, Carol!  Do you want to take
charge or don't you?"  

Yes.  Carol reached out her hand, and Maddy handed her the blue
plastic compact.  

"Lot's more where these came from," Maddy commented.  "A lifetime's
supply if need be.  We'll see."

"What should I tell him they're for?  I won't lie to him.  I
can't."

"Tell him the truth, Carol," Maddy said seriously.  "Tell him
they're to help him put meat back on his bones.  To fill out his
figure.  Because they'll certainly do that, put meat in all the
right places, and they'll round out his angularity and smooth out
his skin, too.  He'll like that."

Carol looked at the blue compact, and nodded.  It was similar to
her own pink birth control pill compact.  Blue for boys?

"You can even tell him they're also a kind of birth control," Maddy
said.  "Because they are, for him, in a way.  They'll slow and then
stop his sperm production after a few months, and then you'll be
able to discontinue your own birth control.  Tell him it's his turn
to take the pills for a while.  He'll think that's fair."  Maddy
grinned.

Carol tucked them into her purse.

Now for a clincher?  "You should know, though, Carol.  They'll have
another effect too.  After a while he won't be getting hard any
more -- girls don't get erections.  So you may want to keep taking
your own pills after all, if you find you miss the feel of a man
inside you.  I'll lend you a suitable man until you can find your
own, if it should come to that."

Unthinkable, Carol said to herself.  Wasn't it?  Would I?  The idea
was obscene!  Supplement my hubby's loving with someone else's?  
Someone like one of my old boyfriends?   Actually live out that
fantasy where one of my old boyfriends pushes himself into me after
my girly hubby has licked my pussy to prepare me?  She remembered
how it had once felt to yield up her body to a really big man, to
someone really powerful.  It had felt good!  Really good!  She
began to feel wet underneath.

"We'll see," was all Carol said.  "Thanks, Maddy.  You've been an
enormous help.  I have to get back.  I'm sure Carl's wondering
where I am."  Almost afraid to hear more, she dashed out of Maddy's
house.

Carl was awake when she got back, and was indeed wondering where
she'd gone.  He looked up questioningly as she breezed into the
house and carelessly tossed her two issues of "Cosmopolitan" down
on a hall table.

"Hi, honey," she said.  "You were asleep, so I stopped off to visit
with Maddy.  I'm sorry I'm so late.  She's given me such marvelous
ideas for your recovery.  I want to tell you everything."  

Then Carol surprised herself.  Unhesitatingly, she added, "But
first of all, you know what these pills are for?  Take one, and the
little one that goes with it, and I'll tell you!"  

She had no idea why she was starting Carl's hormone regimen without
a moment's hesitation or consultation.  To establish who was in
charge in her own mind right off?  Because she wanted to know
that Carl was well-launched, on his way to where he really wanted
to go?  It felt good!

Carl swallowed the pills, the big and the little.  Carol had been
in charge of his recovery from the day he first came home from the
hospital, all of his pills included.  He swallowed whatever she
handed him.  Except for withholding sex, he had to admit she'd been
right about everything.  

I guess about this too, he decided.  Because soon after taking both
new pills he began to feel rather pleased with himself.  And with
Carol.  Comfortable.  Better about everything!

"So what ideas did you and Maddy come up with?"  Carl began to feel
delighted that two women were looking after him!  His eyes
sparkled.

When it came down to it, Carol found that she could repeat to Carl
very little of her conversation with Maddy.  She'd need to proceed
by indirection.  Men were irrationally defensive about their
so-called masculinity.  If Carl couldn't acknowledge his gender
ambivalence even to himself, mentioning it aloud would only drive
him deeper into denial.  Yet their future happiness depended on his
self-realization, on their mutual acceptance of each other as they
were, as they each needed to be.  Each one had to feel free to
become more of whatever each one already was.  Carol knew that
Maddy was right, that she enjoyed being in charge, and she liked
knowing that she was leading her husband toward his true nature
little by little.  She still wasn't sure how she'd deal with it if
in the end Carl wanted to go all the way, become a woman in every
respect.  Could she lick his pussy the way she now sucked his cock? 
The way he licked hers?  Well, never mind that now.  Her job now
was helping Carl acknowledge, develop, and enjoy his femininity.

Handing him Maddy's "FormFit Figures" card, she told him that
beginning tomorrow morning he'd be building himself up and
recovering his strength with different exercise sessions at that
place just down the road, where Maddy knew people.  "They have
excellent trainers, she tells me.  Be sure you do everything they
ask you to do."  

Carl agreed.  After weeks of inaction he'd enjoy being pushed to
his physical limits, he was sure of that.

"And your pills.  Take them daily from now on," she told him. 
"They'll help your body shape up and fill out."  

"They're like steroids?" he asked, looking the wheel over? "Why
only 28 days' worth?  To simulate a menstrual cycle?"

He thought he was joking, Carol thought.  So go with it!  "I
suppose so," she said casually.  "They're a lot like birth control
hormones I hear.  Keep them in your purse the way I do mine."  She
smiled.  Carl didn't seem to be flapped by her teasing, so she
continued.  "Or leave them on your dressing table, to remind you
first thing each morning when you're putting on your make-up for
the day."  Did that kind of talk outrage him?

No, it only amused Carl.  "I don't have a dressing table either,"
he observed dryly, ignoring the reference to make-up.  Poor Carol
must have had an exhausting day, he was thinking, her jokes are so
heavy-handed.  But he appreciated what she was attempting for him. 
Between weight lifting at that gym and these bodybuilding pills, he
might actually achieve the professional athlete look he'd envied
all his life.  In which case he'd emerge from this illness better
off than ever.  "Birth control, you say?  Does this mean that now
you think I'm ... recovered?  That we can ...?"

"We'll see," was all she replied.  My, but he picks up quickly on
anything having to do with sex!  Carol then told him that his
FormFit workouts would be his main physical activity daily, no
shirking.  She still wanted nothing else to deplete his strength or
addle his concentration.  "We'll have sex again when it's
beneficial.  I'll decide when!"  She spoke emphatically, staring at
him.  Establish a dominating control immediately.

Carl's disappointment was obvious.  He'd much rather make love to
Carol than lift weights, given a choice.  He said so.

"Oh, you dear, how sweet!  And what a long face!" Carol replied
sympathetically.  This was hard for her too, but as Maddy had
pointed out, firmness now would save them much grief later.  "Cheer
up, honey!  We can still cuddle, any time.  And if you take your
pills and do your exercises and everything else you should be
doing, I don't see why you can't begin again to ... appreciate me
with your mouth whenever you feel the need.  Or I feel the need. 
I'll want that.  I'll be feeling deprived too, remember.  But your
health comes first, and you need to preserve your vigor.  Sex for
you will be a special treat now and then maybe until you're the way
we both want you to be, and that's all it'll be."    

I know just what he's thinking now, Carol added to herself,
enjoying her own amusement.  Back to the girls in swimsuits.  Back
to the hand jobs.  Well, we'll see how those Cosmo girls appeal to
him, and for what, before I turn that tap off by asking him about
all those kleenexes in his waste paper basket.  
                           


end 5/17

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