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Scenes, by Vickie Tern, 9/17  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)   




                                9.

Maddy was home.  Carol described Carl's extraordinary return from
FormFit, and Maddy couldn't believe what she was hearing.  "What?"
she kept interrupting.  "He's had what done to him?"  "He's wearing
what?"  And finally, "Marvelous! You're a genius! Keep him there,
Carol, I'll be right over!"

"Maddy, do you think you should?  Come by, I mean?  I mean, he's a
little embarrassed even for me to see him this way.  He'd still
change back in a minute, if he thought he could.  He's feeling a
little trapped!"

"Carl thinks he can still be a man?  Let him think that.  But
Carol, honestly now, think about it, when did he ever really
resemble a man?  A real man, I mean, one of those guys you used to
go with.  No, don't let him change a thing!  I want to see him the
way he is, just the way he sees himself now."

"Maddy, I really do think it's a little risky.  He'll sink through
the floor with embarrassment when anyone who knows him sees him
looking so ... effeminate!" 

'I'm sure of it!  Remember Scott, when he got found out and had to
face it?  That's why I want to see him, to help him accept himself
for what he is!  Lock him in!  Let him get used to it, what other
people think, other people knowing, let him know that it's no big
deal.  Welcome him!  Establish his social identity as a woman in
his own mind as soon as possible, so he'll be afraid to back away,
so he won't feel obliged to hide out in his so-called male identity
the way he's been doing, not ever again!  So it'll simply be more
convenient for him to keep living as a woman.  We need for more
women to see him.  Your Garden Club meets at your house this
afternoon, doesn't it?"

"Yes, it does.  Oh, Maddy, what are you suggesting?  That would be
so cruel!"

"No, not at all.  It would be a kindness!  Now that he's come this
far, it would be more cruel to let him shilly shally, ashamed of
what he is and what he isn't!  Once he knows that all your friends
know what he is, and that they don't mind, that they like him that
way, he'll worry less about it.  Maybe even feel proud of it. 
Proud to be accepted.  He won't be accepted right away of course,
but it'll happen, you'll see.  As long as you keep him in skirts,
keep him on our side of the great divide.  And Carol?"

"Yes?"

"Now is when you should give him the juiciest reward you can think
of!  Right away!  Right now!  So he knows you're pleased, really
turned on by what he's doing, what he looks like.  Not at all
ashamed, rather the reverse!  That you love him for it!  Then he'll
want more, to please you more!  That's what's called contingent
reinforcement.  The carrot, remember?  So welcome him to his new
gender in your own special way!" 

Carol considered.  It'd been months, maybe.  Physically he was well
enough.  And Carl couldn't be more eager to get laid than right
now.  "Maddy, if I'm going to reward him, you'd better wait a
half-hour before you come over, OK?  Maybe an hour."

Maddy was amused.  "I understand.  All right.  Are you sure you
don't want me to come over and help?"

"Oh, Maddy!  No, but do plan to join us for lunch afterward, in
about an hour, OK?  I hope you're right.  Poor Carl!  The whole
Garden Club?  Well, at least he couldn't look nicer for
them.  This Bea put him into such a cute gray suit with a short
skirt, and a darling blouse!"

"I'm dying to see!  Pantyhose or stockings and a garter belt?"

"I can't tell yet.  Why, does it matter?"

"No.  It's just that pantyhose are plain women's wear and garter
belts are often fetish gear for men.  I was just wondering if along
with everything else, he's trying to make himself look sexy for
men."  

"Maddy!!"  Carol was stunned!  The idea!  Her curly Carl unfaithful
to her?  With a man?!

"Don't be so surprised, Carol honey!  You know the kinds of
fantasies you like to indulge about hunky guys, you've mentioned
them a few times, how harmless those fantasies are and so forth. 
Well, now you're finally finding out something about Carl's secret
fantasies, aren't you?  That he'd like to be a Sports Illustrated
swimsuit model, or a Cosmo girl with a Cosmo girl's figure, that
he's ready to wear bras at the drop of a suggestion.  That his
preferred name is 'Coral.'  That he leaps into skirts and goes to
beauty parlors when the first woman nods her head at him?  All that must
mean something, mustn't it?  Well, fantasying what it would be like
with a man, to want to look attractive to men, that goes with the
rest of it, doesn't it?"   

"I guess," Carol said reluctantly.

"And you do want to be equal partners, don't you?  You've told me
that often enough!  If you're both women, and one of you takes a
... romantic interest in some man, wouldn't that justify the other
doing the same?"  Now that suggestion, Maddy grinned to herself, is
positively Satanic!  I do surprise me!  

Carol hadn't thought of it that way.  The men in my fantasy life
might mean there've been men in Carl's too.  Could Carl have had
an experience with a man at one time?  If Carl wants one
for real some day, there'll probably be one in my future too.  I
don't know there won't be one waiting for me anyhow when Carl's 
erections go dormant.  Then it'd be only fair there should be 
one in Carl's too!  Imagine, a man in Carl's future and one in 
mine!  In Coral's I mean.  This is so confusing!  The world's 
so different now!  "I guess," Carol replied slowly, trying to 
imagine her Carl folded lovingly in the muscular arms of one of 
her fantasy lovers.  "Sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander."  

"Go enjoy him while he's still a gander," Maddy advised.  "I'll see
you in an hour."  She hung up.

Carol put down the phone and went looking for Carl. He'd hung up 
his suit jacket neatly and was sitting in the living room in his 
blouse and skirt, once again turning over the pages of a
"Cosmopolitan."  He looked up as she came in.  "You're right!" he
said gloomily.  "A perm is permanent.  They keep talking here about
letting them grow out or shaving them off, or getting a wig to 
cover them.  These girls all have perms, it says.  But none of them 
look as curly as me!  How come?"

"Some are light perms, 'body perms' they're called.  But mainly
these girls set their hair on big rollers, baby.  Permanent waves
add body so a girl's hair can be shaped big, thick and luxuriant,
so it can soak up all sorts of conditioners, look straight, even hug
her head like a large fur hat.  With setting gels and hair sprays
you can shape permed hair to curve instead of curl.  But that's a
lot of extra bother.  Are you sure you want to look like one of
those girls?  I think your style's sweet just as it is.  Really,
honey, I love it!"

Carl looked up at his wife.  He was feeling a little trapped.  
"Maybe I'll get it set on rollers.  At least try to look a little
more like me.  The way I was!"  His face grew longer and even more
mournful.  I'm a freak! he was thinking.  A laughing stock!  Why
did I let this happen?

Was he starting to cry?  Carol was startled.  She decided to take
instant action, and walked toward her husband, undoing her blouse
with each step.  Then she sat down in his lap with her arms
around his neck.  "If you want to look like those girls, honey,"
she said, "you just say the word!  We'll see to it that you do! 
We'll see that you look just like any girl you want to be!  
Just as pretty as any!   OK?" 

She kissed his nose.  Then she picked up his hand and placed it
inside her blouse, on the warm soft breast inside her bra.  It's
satin, she reminded himself.  He loves stroking satin.  I wonder
what his bra's like.  She felt a nudge under her bottom as his
erection tried to rise through the constraint of his skirt.  
Fine!  Coming along fine.

"Feeling better now?"

Carl closed his eyes and felt for her nipple tip and began to
stroke it.  "Yes, Carol, a little."  How long had it been since
she'd allowed him this close?  He'd better make the most of it
while it lasted.  He cupped her breast and pulled her head down,
and kissed her.  It was odd for both of them.  Her head was over
his, like a man's.  She wasn't wearing lipstick, he was.  She
kissed him again, then licked his lips.

"I love you like this," she said.  "We should have done this years
ago."

"It seems like years," Carl conceded.

"I mean we should have made you pretty.  I like you pretty.  Don't
you?"

Carl considered what she was saying.  Has all this exposed a
previously unsuspected kink in Carol?  Is Carol turned on by
kissing women?  Nothing wrong with that, as long as the woman's me,
but it's something I better keep in mind.  Whatever turns her on is
better than nothing!  Maybe she'll feel especially loving whenever
I dress up to go to FormFit each morning?  

He decided to test the notion.  "I suppose I do like looking
pretty, yes.  Though I feel ridiculous.  You don't think so?  What
do I look like?"

"A pretty girl."  She kissed him full on the mouth.  "I love it!" 
She kissed him again.  "And it isn't in the slightest ridiculous! 
Think about it.  You walked home.  Did anyone you passed think you
were anything other than a pretty girl?"  She kissed him yet again.

Carl's heart began to melt.  "I don't know about pretty.  But a few
women smiled at me as they came past me.  And a few men were
checking me out, the way men do.  No one laughed."

"How about the salesgirls where you bought your clothes?"

For the first time since his return, Carl smiled.  "Not a clue," he
said with a little triumph in his voice.  "Of course Bea kept
chattering at them, so they never really looked close."

"So you aren't ridiculous, are you?  You're pretty!  Aren't you?"

"Yes, I guess."

"Say it!"

Carl saw there was nothing for it but to humor her.  If now and
then she wanted to enjoy a romantic session with a pretty girl,
that's what he'd be for her!  "I'm pretty," he said.

"Yes, you are!"  And she leaned forward to kiss him yet again.  But
this time the way a man would kiss him.  She thrust her tongue into
his mouth and began to move it in and out between his lips. 
Tongue-fucking him.  And he submitted to it!  In fact he found
himself a little breathless when she backed off and gazed into his
dark, shadowed, bewildered, somewhat helpless, huge eyes.  By
heavens, she thought, he's ready to spread his legs for me right
now!  Maybe Maddy wasn't altogether wrong, hinting there might be
a man in his future!  The idea was appalling but also exciting!

But first he'd need to be more of a woman, to accept himself as he
was and enjoy it, as every woman does.  She kissed his newly
pierced ear lobe, thinking, the poor darling, it must have hurt
him, he must have been desperate to have it done!  For how many
months?  Or years?  No matter, it's done now, and that hoop is so
pretty!  

Mix his desires together now.  His desire for feminine things and
his desire to be feminine and his desire for me.  "Want to see me
wearing only my brassiere?" she asked him, picking up on the
previous night, when he'd earned his first brassiere of his very
own just by wearing it.  And now look at him!

"Yes," he replied, reflexively, as a growl from the bottom of his
throat. 

"I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours!"  

Carl looked up, grinning ruefully.  "You won't mock me?" he asked
her.

The poor dear still felt so ashamed!  Well, step by step!  I want
him to be proud!  "Did I mock you last night?  Far from it!  You're
beautiful, baby!  I love the way you look!  And I want you!  Now! 
Just the way you are!  And as for bras, I don't care if you wear
one always!  If you want to, I want you to wear one always!"

"I've got nothing to put in them," Carl replied, trying to bring
her back to her senses, to let her down gently from this homoerotic
trip she was on.  

"We'll soon see," Carol said as she took his face into her two
hands and kissed him on each eye, careful not to smudge, then again
on the lips.  Pressed her lips to his gently, this time.  He's
wearing lip color and I'm not, she was thinking.  He's more of a
girl than I am right now.  Still, he's my sweet Carl underneath, my
'Coral' I guess.  And I do want him to be happy.  Even if he's a
'her'.

"Coral," she said.  She pronounced it distinctly with two
syllables.  "Coral honey, show me your bra!"  She ran her delicate
fingers over his chest.  My goodness, she thought, my nails are
mauve, and he's wearing one of those new rust colored shades.  His
nails are more fashionable than mine!  My curly girl's a woman of
fashion!  I wonder which colors are her favorites!

She wants to play, Carl thought, pleased.  Wonderful!  I know where
this can lead!  "You show me first," he said with a grin.

Carol immediately shrugged off her own blouse.  Now she was sitting
on his lap with her bra-clad breasts against his face.  Time to
suckle him, she said to herself, but let's just wait.  We need to
make more girl talk first, my hubby and me.

"Now yours, honey.  That's it."  

A little ashamed, Carl unbuttoned his blouse.

"Why, that's not the same bra you were wearing last night!"  Carol
had surmised that at a glance when she first saw his cleft, but
she wanted to hear him explain it, talk more about himself, this
new person he'd become. 

"No, the girl in the store called it a 'push-up' bra.  A
'Wonder-Bra,' that's its brand name.  It's underwired like last
night's, but it's padded underneath, sort of catty-corner to push
my skin together.  Bea picked it out, 'just the thing for a skinny
girl,' she said.  She did ask me what color I preferred."

"And you chose the same color as your other bra!  That's so sweet! 
Same as the one I gave you!  That's two bras now.  Do you have a
preference?"

Carl decided the question was open, that Carol wasn't really asking
which bra-giver he preferred, so he was momentarily thoughtful. 
The question was embarrassing, in a different way, because it
called for an embarrassing revelation.  "That's hard to say," he
replied finally.  "This one gives me a cleft as if I really were
... what girls are, and it fills me out, so under my clothes I seem
to have everything a girl should have, or anyhow two of them."  He
smiled slightly -- he'd made a joke!  "So I look better, I think. 
But with this Wonder Bra, the padding does cover my ... nipples, so
I can't feel anything in them.  In the other bra when they're ...
thrust forward they feel so ... so wonderful, so sexy!"  

Carol became equally thoughtful.  "So what you're telling me is
that you want both, honey?  A full cleft, a womanly figure, and no
padding?"

"I guess.  If I have to dress like this to persuade people I'm the
real thing.  Which is what it seems I now need to do, to use
FormFit's facilities and all.  Though all I ever really wanted was
...."  

Carol interrupted.  "I heard you, honey.  I know what you want, and
I want what you want!  And I love you, so I'll see that you get
what you want!"  Good heavens! she was thinking.  It's like pulling
teeth!  He confesses his heart's desire, he wants real breasts,
then he makes excuses, and then he starts denying all of it!  It
must be so difficult for him, coming out like this!  Even coming
out to me!  Well, if he doesn't like padding and won't wait for his
hormones to kick in, we'll have to get him breast implants. 

Carl had nothing more to say.  Carol was still on his lap, each of
them naked to the waist except for their brassieres.  She kissed
him on the nose.  Then in an almost little-girl voice, she asked
him, "Do you have panties to match your new bra, baby?"

"Yes."  For some reason Carl felt a little ashamed to confess it. 
He'd chosen them when Bea'd insisted that his men's style briefs
wouldn't do, they weren't feminine, he should dress more
appropriately so he could feel more appropriate.  His panties were
also burgundy with lace edging, with a little spandex to keep his
crotch smooth.  

"Can I see?"  Carol stood, and carefully adjusted an eagerly
anticipating, appreciative look on her face.  It was sincere
enough, she realized.  She really did wanted to check out this new
Carl.  It occurred to her that in a way he was becoming one of the
figures of her dreams, the girlfriend of her romantic novels.  The
girl she sometimes imagined between her legs.  And to think he'd
been that girl all along, too ashamed to show it!  "Show me your
seductive panties!  Take it off, baby!  Take it all off!"

Carl stood up alongside her and unzipped his skirt.  

"Fold it neatly, honey.  You'll want to look nice later, won't
you."

Irrationally, Carl blushed.   "I suppose," he said, not sure what
she meant.  Later?  She smiled encouragingly but said nothing.  

She saw that he was wearing stockings and a garter belt, not
pantyhose.  Not a good sign, or maybe it was.  Panties on top of
both, not underneath.  Worse, or maybe better.  Dressed to look
especially sexy.  But panties on top for some guy's convenience or
for his own when he went to the bathroom?  She decided to choose 
her words carefully.

"When a girl thinks she'll want to remove her panties quickly --
say, on a date," she commented as if just musing allowed, "she'll
wear them over her garters and garter belts.  The way you do.  That
gives her date access to her pussy with no fuss or lost time.  Is
that why you're wearing yours over your garters and stockings?" 

"Access to her pussy?" he repeated vaguely, looking at her, puzzled
why she was asking.  This was not a world he understood at all. 
The girls he knew had never mentioned such things in his presence.

"I mean, when you put on your panties, were you planning to ...
take them off again without getting all the way undressed, to do
something ... intimate today with someone?"

Suddenly he realized what she was saying!  How far did she mean to
carry this nonsense?  Oh!  It was a joke!  She was joking!  So
standing in his garter belt, bra, stockings, and pumps, he decided
to joke back.  He struck a seductive pose and rolled his hips, then
smiled at her.  "I was hoping to, Carol, yes.  You never know when
you'll luck out!  But right now you're my date, so you're the
person with quick access to my pussy!  Do you mean to take
advantage of it?"

Now it was Carol's turn to look bewildered.  Access to his pussy? 
His asshole?  They didn't own a dildo!  What could he mean?  He
wants to be fucked, my God, that's what he means!  I'd better  buy
a strap-on of some kind and start using it on him before he goes
shopping for a stiff prick somewhere else!

"Not today, honey.  But I will, I promise you!"

"That's good," Carl replied.  Enough of this.  He turned serious. 
"I put my panties on last, on top of everything else, at Bea's
suggestion.  For convenience in peeing, she told me.  She thought
I'd be better off with pantyhose, but I told her I needed to wear
control panties, that's what they call then, panties with enough
elasticity to hold me in.  The saleswoman didn't think so, she said
I was so thin that I didn't need anything of the kind.  But I
insisted.  I mean, I need to stay tucked under and out of the way,
don't I?"

Is he kidding himself? Carol wondered.   Doesn't he know about
control top pantyhose?  They'd hold him in, even though they'd make
him less instantly fuckable.  What did he have in mind really? 
"You insisted on buying and wearing these panties, Coral?"  Carol
spoke his name in two syllables again.  "With all their girly lacy
inserts and fringes?  Their high rise legs?"

"Yes.  I need them!"  After he said it, he realized he'd spoken
with too much emphasis, as if he were addicted to them, had to have
them or suffer terrible withdrawal symptoms.  Which is exactly how
Carol heard him.

"That's all right, baby," she said.  She kissed him again.  "From
now on, we'll see you get whatever you feel you need!  But now it's
time to take them off."

"What?"

"Time to come to bed, baby!  Now!"

At last!  Carl exulted!  Whatever the strange mood Carol was in,
whatever she seems to want from me, it's worth it!  If the sight of
me in women's underwear turns her on, that's what I wear from now
on!  


end 9/17

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