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Subject: {ASSM} New TG Breasts by Vickie Tern 5/10 femdom F/m etc
Date: Sun, 28 Apr 2002 02:10:03 -0400
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New TG Breasts by Vickie Tern 5/10 Femdom F/m f/f M/m



                            v.

As she drove us back home, I confessed to Hayley that I wasn't too
happy about the change of name and gender the two of them had
imposed on me.

"Oh, sweetie, it's hardly any change at all!  You won't even notice
you're 'Berry' instead of 'Barry,' and after a while you won't
notice 'her' instead of 'him' either.  Given the way you look,
'him' doesn't seem at all appropriate.  Does it seem appropriate to
you?

'Appropriate.'  She was throwing back at me the word I'd used when
I was still resisting her, now that the tide had turned and it was
my feminine, not my masculine appearances I had to preserve.  She'd
repeated the word almost as a victory celebration.    But I had to
admit she was right.

I also had to agree that it made sense for us to stop at that same
Mall on our way home, to buy more clothes, so I could dress more
'appropriately' whatever the occasion.  And to confirm the pride I
now felt, Hayley reminded me, that I was displaying my femininity
so successfully, even when I thought I was only hiding my
masculinity.  We spent hours roaming from store to store, mostly
browsing, but Hayley insisted that I buy more lingerie ("You'll
need your own, some of it drop-dead seductive for your own morale's
sake even if nobody else's), and also tight women's jeans and
tapered stretch pants ("Now that's more like it, sweet-cheeks!"),
and a long, slim, sophisticated sun dress I had to admit was a
knockout, even if it was my own body it both covered and revealed. 
And a stylish cocktail dress with a tight bodice and a high slit,
with spaghetti straps.

"Why a dress like that?" I asked as we carried armfuls of clothes
into a fitting room to try on.  "Do you think I'll want to go to
the kinds of affairs where women dress like that?"

She beamed a malicious smile at me.  "Yes.  Dressed like that you
can start your own affairs.  And that dress can be worn without a
bra if you like, if you still think you'd look more manly without
a bra!"  

Having made her little joke, she added more seriously, "I want you
to have something of everything, Berry.  Dressing is a matter of
mood.  I want my new girl to feel free to enter into whatever moods
she chooses, that's a woman's prerogative.  And then to feel free
to go anywhere she's dressed to go!" 

"Well, I guess right now I'm your new girl," I said, tugging off a
knit cotton sweater we both agreed was just a bit too splashy. 
"But I do want to figure out how to hide these breasts, so I can be
a man again, and live like one, and be treated accordingly."

"Of course!" Hayley replied, looking at me with a ingenuous,
wide-eyed innocence.  "If you say so, lover!  Shall we go see about
your make-up now?  You need all sorts of cosmetics!  They have a
make-up salon here, and a hair salon too, you know!"  She looked me
over critically.  "I think we should say goodbye to Barry for a
while.  You need to become my new girl completely.  Then later you
can worry about the road back."
 
We left the store near its closing hour.  My face was as painted as
a little girl's Barbie doll, and my brows as delicately plucked and
drawn, and Hayley thought that with my slim figure and prominent
breasts there was more than just a passing resemblance.  My hair
was reshaped into a fluffy halo, with tendrils pulled down in front
of each ear 'to soften the effect,' as the woman said, and she'd
set my bangs off rakishly 'for a tousled look.'  

"I LOVE it!" Hayley said when she saw.  "You're much too gorgeous
to go home just now!  I tell you what, let's go have dinner at
Armand's.  I could do with a bite, and I want to show you off.  I'm
so proud of you, baby!"

Though I hadn't eaten much in days, really only a quick snack
before we'd set off for Meg's place, I still wasn't really hungry. 
I said as much. 

Hayley looked at me.  "Maybe things are happening in your body
faster than Dr. Portland predicted?  That's good, you'll be
finished all the sooner!  Just a salad or something cheesy then,
and something sweet for dessert.  Armand makes wonderful souffles! 
Anyhow, you need to learn proper ladylike table manners.  You've
never had to sit down gracefully and arch your back and smooth your
skirt under you while a gentleman is holding your chair and
checking out your ass and breathing down your neck, have you.  You
don't even know that a lady pats her lips, she never wipes her
mouth."

"No one has ever wanted to check out my ass, Hayley,"  I said.  I
was finally feeling comfortable with my appearance. 

"Oh, my poor deprived dear!  Well, they will now!  Just do what I
do.  There's more to this woman thing than you can ever guess!  But
you'll learn it quickly, I know that now!  Let's go just be two
girls!"

We did.  As I walked into the subdued, plush, rather elegant
surroundings I noticed mirrors everywhere.  "I haven't been here
since they redecorated," I said.  "It looks a little like pictures
I've seen of French brothels."

"Yes, and it really is Seduction City now.  See all the women
dining together or alone, and the men dining together or alone? 
Not too many will leave this restaurant that way, I can promise
you!"  Hayley cast a quick smile at the Maitre d' as he pulled back
her chair for her, scurried around to hold mine for me, handed us
menus, and then departed.  I did everything she did.  

"Ah, sweetie, you do have a talent for this!  I caught that quick
smile you just gave the man who seated you just now.  The same as
mine.  Very observant!  But be careful with your smiles here.  Some
men at those other tables are eyeing us, and they might
misunderstand."

I froze at that.  That was something about looking like a woman I
hadn't anticipated and didn't welcome.  "Where?" I asked, worried.

"I'm certainly not going to tell you," Hayley replied.  "You'd
look, and then it would be all over for us.  You aren't ready for
that yet."

"What do you mean, 'yet'?" I asked her.  There were times when
Hayley seemed to be working through some kind of long range plan,
not just helping me adjust to the consequences of this quirk of
hers, this notion that I needed some large boobs so she could play
with them. 

She leaned forward and laid her hand on mine.  I noticed for the
first time that mine wasn't manicured, and seemed a bit bare. 
"Honey, there's this thing called the Law of Unanticipated
Consequences, you've heard of it?  You do something to accomplish
one thing, and other things come crowding in as a result whether
you wanted them or not.  I wanted you to have breasts as beautiful
and satisfying as mine, and now you have them, though your nipples
haven't developed yet.  Then we find that other things follow."  

Her eyes gleamed.  "Like, here you are wearing a skirt, with your
face perfectly made up, and your hair just lovely, looking quite
elegant, really, sitting here in a restaurant, the two of us. 
Could my manly hubby ever have imagined it?  That's one of the
unanticipated consequences.  I'd call it a bonus myself, but you
might not agree.  There will be others.  That's all I meant by
'yet.'

"Hayley," I asked quietly.  "Was this moment completely
unanticipated, when I agreed to go to Dr. Portland with you, and
agreed to get these implants, and I guess the other things that
come with them?"

"I'll be perfectly frank with you, Berry," she answered, her voice
equally quiet, pronouncing my new name distinctly.  "No, it was not
completely unanticipated.  It was a wishful fantasy I've had now
and then.  I've sometimes wished that my lovely husband, my dearest
boyfriend, could also be my dearest girlfriend.  And then when I
saw how it was possible, it was so appealing, I confess it, I did
want to see if I could get you to do it!  And I did get you to do
it!  I love it!  I love this moment!"

She was so elated and spoke with such fervor that I had to forgive
her on the spot.  Yes, she'd schemed, and in a way she'd tricked
me.  But that was my own fault, for refusing to see the
implications of what I'd agreed to do.  For not looking past the
potential embarrassment of being seen to be a freak, a man with
breasts.  For not trying to see what I'd need to do to avoid
seeming freakish,   such as, go the rest of the way toward a female
appearance, and act like a woman in other respects, too.  I might
have hesitated longer if I'd guessed.  This was what Hayley had
wanted, but for me, this whole scene was an unintended consequence.

But no.  I'd had no choice.  Knowing that this moment was in
Hayley's mind even as Dr. Portland was questioning me would have
changed nothing.  My Hayley had been about to leave me, to go off
with Patti and her girlfriend, and maybe not look back, because I
wouldn't play this game her way.  And I couldn't allow that to
happen.  I wanted to live my life with her.  I knew when I married
her that she was impulsive and willful, but I'd married her anyhow,
for better or for worse, till death did us part, and I still
thought I was lucky.

And this wasn't too bad, it occurred to me.  I glanced at my
reflection in one of the many mirrors the restaurant provided, no
doubt like the grand ballroom at Versailles, so women could
constantly check their appearance while men flirted with them.  I
was pretty good-looking, I had to agree, and with the cosmetics
we'd bought and the instructions we'd both been taught, I could
make myself look like this any time.  I was now at no risk of
exposure.  And this was a fulfillment of my beloved wife's dream. 
She loved it.  How could I regret providing it for her?

"But why, Hayley?" I asked, my voice even more quiet than before. 
"Why did you want me to be your dearest girlfriend this way, with
these breasts, looking so very female that I have a problem looking
any other way?"  The biggest question of them all.

"So you could enjoy them the way I do, and enjoy looking female the
way I do!  Because then ...."

A hearty voice.  "Hayley!  How delightful to see you here!  What a
surprise!"

I looked up.  Two rather well-dressed men were standing next to the
table, so close to it that their thighs rubbed against the edge, as
if it were their table.  They'd intruded and taken possession of
it, as it were.  And now they stood between us, a second intrusion! 
And they'd interrupted our conversation at this crucial point, an
even greater breach!  

Hayley was also annoyed.  "Jeff!" she said, her voice rather hard. 
"I'd forgotten you come here sometimes.  I thought we weren't due
to meet till after next week." 

"How could you forget I come here?" Jeff replied with a gallant
smile.  "The last time we met here was unforgettable, for both of
us I thought!"  

He took her hand.  It looked small in his.  My annoyance rose.  

"I hear you've taken a month's leave to look after your husband. 
Does that free up any more of your time?  Do you think we can get
together any sooner?"  

Her tense silence provided his answer, so he waved at the man next
to him.  "Hayley, meet Craig, an old football buddy from college,
just come to town for a month or so.  We've been going over some
old exploits and catching up on more recent ones.  That's why it's
marvelous to see you here, I was about to tell him about you
especially!  May I introduce Craig to your friend?  Will you
introduce us?"

Hayley's eyes were narrowed.  She looked at me.  "Berry, this is
Jeff, and apparently Craig too.  Jeff is an old business associate
now off on his own, doing well I hear."  She glanced up at him and
her voice softened.  "Jeff, Craig, Berry here is my best friend. 
Don't try any of your moves on her tonight, Jeff, she's mine! 
Also, you may find she's married!"

What was going on here?  As I'd seen women do, I looked each man in
the eye in turn and nodded at each with a faint smile.  But
following Hayley's cue, I didn't extend my hand to them, nor say
anything in my new, carefully modulated high voice.  She seemed to
want them to go away.  So did I.

"Pleased to meet you, Berry."  Jeff looked at me mildly but
attentively.  "I wouldn't dream of making moves that might not be
welcome.  I mean, Hayley, you're married too, now and then, aren't
you?"  He smiled almost possessively!

Whatever he meant by that, Hayley was not at all amused.  "See you
again, Jeff," she said.  "Craig, nice to meet you.  Maybe some time
again when you're in better company."  The quip seemed an insult,
but it also suggested a jesting level of friendship with Jeff that
made me uncomfortable. 

Jeff backed away from the table, an inch or so.  "Till after next
week then," Jeff said.  "Nice to meet you, Berry!  I hope we can
all get together.  I'll phone."

"Do that," Hayley said.  

"Delighted to meet you, Hayley," Craig said graciously, speaking
for the first time, a faint flavor of the South in his voice.  "And
Berry, I certainly hope we'll can arrange to meet again."

I thought I ought to respond with something.  But what?  'I hope so
too,' the first phrase to come to mind, was far too inviting. 
"Yes," I finally said, trying to sound non-committal.  But it came
out almost as bad -- it sounded like I really wanted to.  I looked
down at the table and carefully studied a spoon.   

The two men moved off.  Hayley looked at me apologetically.  "I'm
sorry," she said.

I'll bet, I thought.  "You never mentioned this 'Jeff' before," I
said casually, trying to straighten out what I'd just heard.  What
was it about their previous meeting here that was so unforgettable? 
What did he mean, Hayley is married only 'now and then'?  Now and
then she has to remind him, because he's coming on too strong?  Now
and then she reminds him, but other times she doesn't?  It sounded
vaguely disturbing.  "He acts rather familiar," I added. "Do you
know him well?"

"That's his manner with everyone, Berry," she said casually.  Then
she looked more closely at me.  "Oh, my!  You're being Barry now,
aren't you?  My jealous husband with his face perfectly made up,
wearing a lovely new coiffure!  You know, you really are very
pretty, honey.  I mean it!  Did you know that you blushed when you
looked at those two men?  I could tell even through the foundation
and face powder, even through the blush you're wearing on those
marvelous cheekbones!  Anyhow, not to worry.  Jeff always acts as
if he has more than he's got, and he always promises more than he
can deliver.  He's no problem."

"Then why are you seeing him next week?  Aren't you off work for
the month?  Why see him at all?"

"Why, just listen to you!" Hayley sounded amused. "Are you Barry
being jealous, or Berry being envious?  Shouldn't my new best
girlfriend be glad to hear I have this date with a handsome fella?" 


She paused, and then spoke rapidly, as if what she was saying
explained everything. "Jeff and I were once teamed together on
a number of projects.  He's an insistent man, doesn't like to be
turned down.  He pushes himself.  But I've got to say, if you push
back, give as good as you get, in the end he does deliver.  He
gives satisfaction."  She mused as if lost in a not-too-unpleasant
memory for a moment.  "There are still things we do together.  We
use each other for certain goods and services," she said in
conclusion.  "That's why we stay in touch."  

All this was vague and none of it was reassuring, but I appreciated
that this time Hayley troubled to explain herself at all.  Usually
she was offended when I questioned her.  When she came home late,
as happened now and then, she was always annoyed when I'd ask her
where she'd been.  "Where I've been is over and done with," she'd
say curtly.  "Past history.  And post mortems are for dead people!"

So I simply smiled.  She'd complimented me, after all.  She'd
called me pretty!

Hayley smiled back.  "Now Craig, on the other hand!" she said,
leaning forward.  "Honey, now there's a hunk!  With those soft
brown eyes melting all over you!  I saw, he didn't once stop
looking at you!  Should I be jealous?"

I smiled and tried a joke.  "Don't worry, I'd kick him out of my
bed if you were already in it," I said.  

"Mmmmmmm?" she replied, her thoughts suddenly gone elsewhere. 
Then, "Would you?  He's cute, maybe that would be a mistake!"  She
smiled again.

I saw no way to return to my original query, why was it she had
once dreamed of a time when she and her husband would be sitting
together at a table in a restaurant, like this, dressed like two
women?  Why she welcomed this moment.  Whether it was an incidental
consequence of my getting tits, or intended?  Was it for this new
sense of companionship we were enjoying?  We were more relaxed,
more at ease with each other than ever before.  As if we really
were two best girlfriends!  Was my getting tits a way for her to
achieve this new kind of relationship with me?  She'd decided that
she'd rather live with a woman, not with a man, with me if I was
willing, and if I wasn't then with Patti?  She preferred me because
she loved me and didn't want to give me up, and besides, we were
already married?  "Now and then' married?  If so, was this so bad? 


I looked up at Hayley, and saw that she'd been studying my face the
whole time I was thinking this conundrum through, and reading every
one of my thoughts.  "Satisfied now, baby?" she said.  "Well, here
we both are.  You never did have much choice, did you, and now
neither of us has much choice.  It's all happening!"

That was true.  Whatever "it" was.

"It's nice," she added.  "And you'll see, it'll soon be even nicer. 
I hope you'll think so!"

What was there to think?  Hayley was Hayley.  Willful, spoiled, but
well-meaning.  And she does love me, I was thinking.  Deeply.  She
really cares!  I took her hand and held it in both of my hands, and
I looked at it.  After a while, I asked, "Is there some way I can
get a manicure that's partly a man's?  And partly a woman's?  For
when I'm either or both?  For when I'm the way you want me?"

"Yes," she said, so throatily that I looked up at her in surprise. 
There were tears in her beautiful, dark eyes.  I'd said exactly the
right thing!  "We'll get you one.  But make no mistake, darling,
right now you're perfect.  You're just the way I want you!"

I leaned across the table, and for the second time today others who
happened to glance at us saw two women kissing, tenderly,
devotedly, lovingly.  Her sweet, soft mouth lingered on mine, and
withdrew only when the waiter arrived with our souffles hot from
the oven.

"And you'll think so yourself next week, when your body changes
some more," she said in a more sprightly voice.  "When your nipples
become as wonderful as mine, and you'll want to share the sweet joy
that swells up in them whenever anyone kisses you there.  That's
when I hope to make you as happy as you've made me."  

She paused and examined her souffle, brown, yellow, crisp, and
steaming.  A cheese and bacon smell wafted from it.  "You can't
believe how hungry I've been," she said, picking up her fork.  "For
all this!"

end 5/10
VickieTern@AOL.COM

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