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Had to get a new email, so I'm reposting my old works under the new 
addy to get it out.

Part 3.

Now, onto the boring stuff

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DISCLAIMERS

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This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, 
and is not intended for the perusal of minors.  Further if perusal of 
such material is considered illegal in your area or immoral by your 
religion or personal beliefs, you should likewise bypass this story.

This story remains the property of the author.  Permission is granted 
to download, photocopy, copy and repost so long as any such action 
contains these disclaimers, and no attempt is made to profit from 
this story.

All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any 
resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.

This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic.  The 
parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely 
at the discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no 
apologies for any rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or 
magic that may be broken within the story.

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Now onto the fun stuff

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Later that day, Roosevelt got home from work.  He had been the 
"Bridge Shift" manager today, working from 12 to 8, part morning 
shift, part evening.  It had been a pretty light day, and Roosevelt 
was looking forward to just sitting back.

Alas, it was not to be.  As soon as he walked through the door, he 
saw his wife sitting judgmentally in the entry way.  He expected her 
to launch into some diatribe about being late or early or something 
else like she usually did.  Instead, she looked him right in his eyes 
and said, "Were you going through my underwear earlier?"

Roosevelt blanched.  He didn't know why he had done it, but this 
morning, he had watched Toni get dressed and wondered what it would 
be like to wear clothes like she had, particularly her underwear.  He 
had tried to ignore the feelings, but it just got too powerful, so 
after Toni had left, he had snuck into her lingerie drawer and looked 
through it.  He had taken one pair of panties, the laciest pair he 
could find, and tried to carefully replace the others so as not to be 
noticed.  Apparently, he had failed.

When he didn't say anything, Toni asked, "You took my best pair of 
panties.  Did you take them to give them to some chippie?"

"No!  I'd never cheat on you."

Sarcastically, she said, "So you stole them to wear for yourself?" 
Roosevelt looked away shamefully.  "Oh, my god, that's it!  You're 
dressing like some freak?"

"It's not like that."

"Prove it to me.  Drop your pants and let me see what you're wearing."

"Honey-"

"Do it!"  Roosevelt sighed and unbuttoned his pants, exposing the top 
of Toni's panties that he was wearing.  She turned away, said, "I 
almost wish you had been cheating," and walked off.

Roosevelt stood there, wondering what to do, when he noticed a single 
manila envelope in the stack of mail on the end table.  It was 
addressed to him and had no return address.  In fact, it had no 
postmark, which meant it had been hand delivered rather than sent 
through the postal service.  He opened the envelope and pulled out 
the contents, a single unlabeled bottle.  Despite the fact that there 
were no instructions or notes, Roosevelt knew just what to do with 
it.  He went to the mini-bar they had, poured a couple glasses of 
scotch, and dumped the contents of the bottle into one of them.  As 
soon as the liquid mixed into the scotch, it darkened briefly before 
returning to its normal color.  He picked up the glasses and went to 
the den where he was sure that Toni had retreated to.

Sure enough, Toni was sitting in the plush chair in the corner of the 
room, head down and brow furrowed in thought.  He stepped into the 
room.  "Toni?"

Angrily, she asked, "What do you want?"

He walked over to her, holding the doctored drink out in front of 
him.  "I made up some drinks.  I thought we could talk about this."

She took the drink and downed it in one gulp.  "What's to talk about? 
You're dressing in women's clothes."

He knelt beside her.  "Toni, I'm scared for us.  Look at us.  With 
the exception of the time we spend sleeping, we spend more time 
arguing than we do even just being with each other.  I don't want us 
breaking up, but if something didn't happen, that's what's going to 
happen.  I just wanted to know what it was like to be in your shoes. 
I figured if I knew where you were coming from, then maybe it'd bring 
us back together."

"Wearing my panties?" she asked, clearly doubtful of the wisdom of his actions.

"Maybe not the best way I could think of to learn what it was like to 
be you, but I was desperate."  He put his hand tenderly on her arm. 
"Toe-toe," he said, using the cutesy pet name he had given her before 
their marriage, "I miss... us.  I miss being together.  I just want 
us to be right again."

Toni looked into her husband's eyes, feeling more attraction for him 
than she had felt in a very long time.  And more than that, she was 
feeling arousal.  It was strange, but since shortly after she had 
drank the scotch he had brought her, she had been seeing Roosevelt in 
her panties, and it had been turning her on!  She leaned over and 
kissed him.  After a few seconds, she asked him, "Can I see you in 
them?  See you in my panties?"

"Of course."  He stood up and fully undid his pants, letting them 
drop to the floor.

"Take off your shirt, too."  Then, with a tone that seemed almost as 
if she were trying to justify her request, she said, "It's in the 
way, blocking my view."

Roosevelt just smiled and took off his shirt and the undershirt 
beneath it.  He then stood up tall, his pants around his ankles, with 
the lacy wisp of fabric around his crotch.  Toni reached out and 
stroked his cock through the panties, getting an almost instantaneous 
hardening of his dick.  She licked her lips with desire.  She looked 
up at him and asked, "How serious are you about learning what I go 
through?  What are you willing to do?"

"I'm willing to do anything to bring us closer together."

She smiled.  "Take off everything but your panties and wait here." 
Toni leapt from the chair and ran from the room.  Roosevelt did as 
instructed and waited, standing in nothing but the panties.  Toni 
returned in only a little bit, carrying a corset.  "I wore this on my 
wedding.  I figure since I started our life together with it, you can 
start learning about being me with it."

Roosevelt grinned.  Maybe he should've been more hesitant about 
wearing a corset, but he and his wife were getting along better than 
they had in years, and that made it all worth it.  He went to his 
wife, meeting her half way across the room.  He helped get himself 
into it, saying, "It's a little small."

"It is my size.  If you want, we can get one for your larger body." 
She had only been playfully teasing, but Roosevelt thought that 
nothing could sound better than a corset of his very own to wear. 
She laced him in as snugly as she could, then stepped back.  "Not 
bad.  You actually look kind of sexy in that."

"I want to see."

Toni led him to the mirror in the bathroom.  He looked at himself, 
posing a bit and running his hands down his body.  "What do you 
think?" she asked.

"I think... I really do want one of my own."

"Really?  'Cause you do look sexy in it."

Roosevelt continued to model his new look until Toni said, "Rose," 
his old pet name, "I want you."

He turned to her and pulled her to him, kissing her deeply, yet 
tenderly.  He then let her step back and helped her undress.  When 
she was standing before him nude, he flipped the toilet seat down and 
gently sat her down on the edge of it.  He then got on his knees 
between her legs and gently started licking her cunt.

Toni was surprised.  Before, Roosevelt had never been much interested 
in foreplay, but now he leapt into it with passion, not only licking 
her, but responding to her verbal prompts.  When she said things like 
"Softer" or "Faster" or "Move higher", he responded instantly, doing 
what made her feel good.

She leaned back, took her own breasts in hand and gazed down at him. 
She'd never have thought so before it happened, but seeing her big, 
strong husband clad in a corset and panties and on his knees licking 
her out was almost more exciting than the act of sex itself.  She 
moaned, "Oh, yes, Rose, that's so good."

She was surprised when he looked up at her and in a girlish falsetto 
said, "When I'm dressed like this, call me Rosa."

Toni didn't question it, nor did she even question why she didn't 
question it.  She only thought it was cute (and a little exciting) 
that he was asking for a woman's name for when he was dressed.  She 
told him, "Rosa, I like the new you," then shuddered and came all 
over his face.

She was weak after orgasm, but he didn't seem to mind.  He stood up, 
gently lifted her into his arms, and carried her to the bedroom.  He 
set her on the bed then sat beside her.  He took her breasts in hand 
and gently fondled them as she recovered from her earlier orgasm.

Finally, she leaned over and went for his dick.  He had grown too 
hard and the panties were too small for her to pull the elastic down, 
so instead she pushed his dick through one of the leg holes, pulling 
the panties up from him.  She knew that the panties were being 
hopelessly stretched and would probably never fit her right again, 
but that didn't matter.  She had already begun thinking of them as 
his panties, and as a tool for bringing them together.  If they 
became stretched out in that goal, so what?

She took his dick into her mouth and sucked on it, loving the taste 
of him, as well as the feel of the panties rubbing against her face. 
She tickled his balls as she knew he liked and rubbed his pantied 
rear.  It took longer than she thought it would, but eventually 
"Rosa" bucked his hips and came, spraying his seed into her waiting 
mouth.

She looked up at him and, with a bit of cum at the side of her mouth, 
she smiled.  He put his hands under her arms and lifted her to him, 
kissing her and cleaning the cum from her face.  Toni expected them 
to lie down together and go to sleep.  It was a bit of a sticky point 
in their marriage.  Roosevelt was usually only good for one cum, and 
many times he failed to get her off before cumming himself.  But this 
time, he looked at her, need plainly evident in his eyes, and said, 
"I still need you."

She looked down, amazed to see that Roosevelt's dick was still rock 
hard under the edge of his panties.  She took it in hand and said, "I 
need you, too."

She laid back on the bed and guided his cock to her waiting cunt.  He 
laid atop her and slowly moved himself inside her.  She wrapped her 
arms around him, grasping his buttocks and pulling him into her.  She 
loved the feel of the corset and panties on him and resolved then and 
there that during any further sex, he'd be wearing feminine garments 
or there would be no further sex.  She felt a bit guilty about that, 
but it was how she felt.

But Roosevelt felt the same way.  He loved the silky fabric rubbing 
on his rear end and the tight feeling of the corset around his 
mid-section.  He'd perform for his wife without them if she wanted, 
but if he could talk her into it, Rosa would be spending a lot more 
time in their lives.

Rosa fucked his wife, gliding in and out of her until she came in 
orgasm.  This once more surprised Toni.  Roosevelt was always a bit 
of a "quick trigger", cumming long before she did, but here was 
another reason for Toni wanting Rosa around more.  She had been 
sucked through one orgasm, fucked through another, and now he was 
fucking her into more.  She experienced a third, then rapidly a 
fourth and a fifth, then she stopped keeping track as she experienced 
her first multiple orgasm.  While she was cumming, Rosa had his cum, 
and they screamed together in their simultaneous orgasm.

After their cum, they lay together, hugging and cuddling.  Then Rosa 
broached the subject both wondered about.  "Toni, hun, would you mind 
terribly if we did this more?  Dressed me up for sex?  If you don't 
want me to, I won't, but..."

"No, I want it.  I over-reacted before.  This was incredible.  If 
letting you be Rosa is what it takes to bring us back together, then 
Rosa is welcome any time."

Roosevelt couldn't help but smile as they fell asleep together.

************

Lillith got the mail from the mailbox and went inside.  "Bill?"  she 
called out.

Bill stepped out from the bedroom, still dressed in the dress she had 
put him in earlier.  He struck as feminine a pose as he could and 
said, "Only Billie here."

Lillith tossed the mail on the table and tackled her lover, pushing 
him back into the bedroom.  She never noticed the single manila 
envelope that slid off the stack and fell behind the table.  A single 
envelope without a return address, sent to Bill, and without a 
postmark, like it had been hand-delivered to her mailbox.

************

ONE MONTH LATER...

Bill, on all days, was now wearing panties.  After only a couple 
days, he had decided he didn't like men's underwear anymore and had 
thrown out all his old stuff.  Now, wherever he was, he was wearing 
panties, and often a bra.  He never filled the cups (at least out of 
the apartment), but he seemed to miss the feeling of those straps 
around his chest.  At home, Bill was seen much less than Billie. 
Over the last month, Bill had spent most of his income on clothes for 
his feminine alter ego.  He was still afraid of going out in public, 
but that didn't seem to matter much.

Lillith had also invested in Billie.  She came from a rich family and 
had a trust fund she got a comfortable allowance from.  She rarely 
used it, instead preferring to live on her own merits, but for the 
sake of their "game", she was willing to dip into her savings.  She 
had bought him breastforms, make-up appropriate for his skin color, 
and a small collection of jewelry.  She had also bought him a corset, 
but Billie didn't like it much, so it had been relegated to the back 
of the closet.

Roosevelt and his wife had experienced a similar awakening of desire. 
At home, there was no Roosevelt, only Rosa.  Their combined income 
was nowhere near that of Bill and Lillith, but they had decided to 
scrimp for the sake of their newfound unity, and, although Rosa's 
wardrobe was nowhere near that of Billie's, it now consisted of a 
small collection of panties, stockings, and corsets.

Both Roosevelt and Bill had undergone changes that everyone had 
seemed unaware of.  Their faces had rounded and their skin had 
softened.  The fact was, although neither intended to go out en 
femme, both could've been passable with little effort.  But these 
changes had been so subtle and gradual that no one around them had 
noticed.

Neither had heard much from Ken, who was now Kira full time.  Kira 
had not informed her friends of her decision to undergo an almost 
complete change to womanhood.  She was afraid of how they'd react. 
Kira had undergone similar changes to the other two, but since he had 
started so much closer to femininity, the changes were actually less 
noticeable.  She and Morgana had taken all of Ken's clothes and given 
them to charity.  It turned out that all of Morgana's roommate's old 
clothes fit Kira perfectly, so she now had a wardrobe of beautiful, 
expensive clothes to wear.

And none of them questioned their newfound femininity, although 
Lillith was beginning to wonder.

************
-- 
"This is reality, not T.V.  Can't you tell the difference?"
"Sure.  I just like T.V. better."

J R D
jrdss@pobox.alaska.net

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