Are You Trying Turning Me Into A Sissy

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Chapter 24: The Goth Look. 

We had planned our next weekend, and I was home first. I started some advanced preparations for our dinner, chilled some wine, and took a long bath. I had no idea about the outfit or the look, but Victoria had left me some red nail polish, so I filed and polished my nails. 

I pulled on a pair of pants and a robe and sat down to read stories. I liked the ones where the wife or female partner took some control and those in which the man or sissy took a job in his female persona, very often having breast implants. 

I was sure that I did not want or could not do that, but it was part of the fantasy. When Victoria arrived home, she showed me what she wanted to put on and told me to start on some foundation while she changed. I saw a pair of tights that were black and lacy, not something that I had worn before, but they were quite nice. That was paired with black French-cut pants and a matching camisole. I was a little surprised at the color of the foundation that had been left for me. 

It was very pale much paler than anything we had used before. When Victoria was ready in a casual dress with stockings and heels but nothing else, she asked me to lie on the bed. I did so. 

"Okay, we have never done this before, but we need to do it for this outfit." 

And she lifted the camisole. 

Next, she applied adhesive to my breast forms and attached them in place. You need to lie there for 10 minutes, so place your hands over them and do not move." 

Well, that was clear enough. 

"Okay, time to get up; they should be stuck firmly now." 

With that, I sat up. Oh wow, this was unusual. The forms were attached; they moved downward a little as gravity took over, and I felt them pull in the skin of my chest. As I moved, so did they. I smiled, and so did Victoria, who said, "They look great, and they move too. I wish that we had tried this earlier. Don't you like them?" I nodded but did not say anything. I was astounded at the feeling and almost overwhelmed with the notion that having breasts was so right. I said nothing. 

"Come over to the vanity, but first step into this skirt and pull down your camisole. You are exposing yourself, you slut." 

She smiled, and I did as instructed. The skirt was black and very full; it had some plain panels and others with lace inserts. It was midcalf, the longest skirt that I had worn to date. She also gave me a pair of fingerless, black, wrist-length lace gloves to put on. 

Victoria sat in front of me and covered the vanity mirror. She said nothing, and neither did I. I loved having her pamper me and being so close to her. That and what she was doing turned me on. 

She applied very dark eyeshadow, extending it beyond my eyes, long lashes, and lots of mascara. My eyebrows were darkened and extended much beyond their normal length. 

I had a very dark cheek toner, and I realized, without being able to see it, that it was far in excess of what had previously been done. The lip color was obviously also dark and seemed to be outlined in an almost black color. Was this a goth look? She changed my earrings for something long and black. She muttered under her breath, "I wish she had another piercing," but I am sure that she had not meant to say it out loud as she jumped when I asked, "Why?" 

"Why, what?" 

"Why did you say that you wished that I had another piercing?" "Oh, sorry. I had two sets of earrings because I could not decide which to go with, and I was just thinking that both sets would look good." 

"Oh, I see." 

I trusted her; another hole would not make much difference, and it would heal after this weekend. So I asked, "Could you add another piercing?" She was very surprised. 

"Well, yes, I could. Some ice and a needle would do the job, and I would love to, but are you sure?" 

"Yes, I am." 

She left and returned a few minutes later with ice, alcohol wipes, and a needle that looked bloody and huge to me. I held still, and a few minutes later I had a second pair of long, dangly earrings. She smiled as she sat back and was clearly pleased.

"I just need a ring in your nose now." 

I was stunned. "You didn't intend to do that, did you? Did you buy one? I presume that goes with the look I guess you are trying to achieve."

"Yes, it would, but no, I didn't get one, and in any case, you would not want that." 

"That's a shame because of the mood I'm in; if you had one, I might just let you do it." 

"Really?" 

"Yes," I replied. 

"Now I could call your bluff, which I am sure that was. 

I have a pair of circular earrings, and one of them would do the job." 

Oh, Lord, what have I done? What was I thinking? "Would it hurt, and would it heal?" 

"You are serious, aren't you? I would probably orgasm right now if you let me do it. 

Yes, it might hurt, and yes, it would heal, but it might be visible for a few days, although you could cover it with a little foundation." I had come too far to stop now and was shaking with excitement. 

"Please do it." 

"Are you sure?" 

"Yes." 

A few minutes later, and quite a bit of pain later, I had a ring in my left nostril.

"Oh wow, that looks so erotic and so good. There are two rings in that pair. I could do a nipple with one or your tongue with the other one." 

She laughed. 

"Neither of those, thank you. I would say to do the other side, but it was sore. Maybe add it to the right ear." 

"Really, three earrings in that ear?" 

"Yes, do it, please. While you are going crazy, how many pairs do you have?" 

"I have dozens of pairs, you know that." 

"This is a goth look, right, and they wear numerous pairs, don't they?" 

"Yes, it is a goth look, and they do often wear multiple pairs." 

"If you did more, would the holes be visible for long?" "If they were only in for a day or two, the holes would close, and unless someone looked very closely, they would not be seen after about a week and disappear in a couple." 

"I'm working from home next week. This terrifies me, but please go ahead and do your worst." 

"If you are sure." 

I nodded. Twenty minutes later, I had five piercings in my left ear and six in the right. There was some pain, but I needed to see. 

"Please let me see, please," I pleaded. She moved the towel over the mirror. The makeup was astonishingly outrageous; it was not feminine but definitely sexy. I saw the earrings and nearly fainted. It was amazing; it was erotic. I had asked for this, and I looked good. In the meantime, I noticed that Victoria was busy with her hand in her pants. I dropped to my knees, spread hers, and ate her. She came in for about 60 seconds. Then she had to fix my makeup again. 

"Okay, we need to finish this off. This red blouse is next." 

I pulled it on. It had long sleeves and a frill down the front, was hard to button with my nails, and was the 'wrong way' round. It had a high neck and a tie that I turned into a long bow. 

"Now you need to stand up." And with that, Victoria placed a long black corset around my waist over the blouse and skirt and then started to fasten and tighten it. 

I had to hold the door as she pulled on the laces. I struggled to get a breath. 

"Stand up straight and take smaller breaths. It will be fine, and in half an hour we should be able to take it a bit tighter." 

I was astounded. I could see the size of my waist and my figure with the corset supporting my breasts. I did look good. 

"Sit. I have your shoes, but I will have to put them on as you will not be able to reach to tie the laces." 

More laces, I thought? They were black patent ankle boots; actually, they came to the bottom of my calf and were laced up. Victoria was correct; I could not manage that with the corset and was effectively trapped in them. I realized the heel was higher than I had previously, but I was not sure how high. It was going to be interesting. 

Then she added a long black wig, and the hair was piled up on top and hung in strands on either side and at the back. 

"All done. Now I'll help you stand in front of the mirror." 

She held my arm as I stood. The heels were 5 inches and very narrow. They were going to be a challenge, at least to begin with. I had not looked at the full length as I wanted to check the heel height. I loved the look of the boots and the shape of my legs. Then I remembered the rest. Wow, it was incredible. The make-up and earrings did make the look, but the nose ring was quite something. 

"What do you think?" "It is stunning—quite stunning. I look incredible. It is very sexy. I like it, but it's not really my style. I think I prefer a more feminine look." 

"I had the feeling that you would say that. The 1950s outfits and the more feminine stuff are really you, but I had to try something very different and extreme to check it out. You don't want to change, do you?" 

"No, I don't want to change. I want to stay like this, for this weekend at least, and let's face it, the earrings are in, and they go with the look. 

They will have to come out after the weekend, or I will never look like a guy, will I?"

"That's right, but thank you for doing that. I never expected you to do or ask for that, but it is so bloody and sexy that I doubt if we will get much sleep this weekend. 

Just one more thing: stand up and hold the door again." She took another inch out of my waist by tightening the corset laces. 

I was struggling to breathe, but somehow I felt as if I was being held, and it felt good. But there was no way I was going to do anything strenuous. After a dinner at which we touched each other constantly and drank several glasses of wine, Victoria reluctantly took the telephone and told me that it was important. 

I went to my laptop very carefully and slowly in the heels, which were tricky, but the height of them gave lots of ankle support. I started looking at pictures of Goth's styles and makeup. 

I decided that it was quite sexy, but not for my personality. I was looking at some images when Victoria came in. 

"Sorry about that; it was my friend Gina from college. She is having husband problems and needs to vent. What are you looking at?" 

"Just some goth styles. 

It's good but not feminine enough for me, is it? Listen to me complaining that something is not feminine enough." 

"You are right, you are more feminine than this look, but you are bloody sexy, and I love that my husband can be a girl sometimes." 

We looked at some of the images, and Victoria pointed to one of a girl who had very dramatic makeup and a ring through the septum, which was joined by a decorative chain to her right ear. It looked very good as it crossed the cheek. 

"Look at that," she exclaimed. 

"Oh wow, that looks good, doesn't it, but I bet that is sore." 

"I bet it is. Do you like it?" "Actually, yes, it looks great. I have to admit that I was very turned on by your piercings, and they look really good and sexy. They are taboos. I'm a guy, and they will have to go, but they are erotic." "I have a necklace that looks like that chain; it would just need to be shortened a bit." 

"What are you suggesting?" 

"Would you like to try it?" 

"I think that might be dangerous to try to pierce the septum with a needle."

"Look it up." Thirty minutes later, I had a ring in my septum and a chain linking it to a ring in my right lobe. It looked incredible and so very sexy, but it was sore, very sore. Victoria did not say anything about the piercings, but she looked stunned, and she looked like she was about to explode with sexual energy. 

I felt much the same. I had dramatic heels that I loved but found it hard to move in; I had breasts attached to my chest; my waist was constricted; and I had added 11 piercings to the three that I already had. I laughed and thought, Well, I can't get my nipples pierced because of the breast forms, so it only left my tongue, and just for a moment, I wondered about it. We went to the bedroom. I slept in everything I had been wearing because I could not get any of it off by myself, and Victoria refused to help before she passed out from exhaustion. 

Chapter 25: Next morning.

Victoria awoke, and I saw her looking at me. She looked a bit sheepish. 

"Have you been awake for long?" 

"No, not long, but I have been awake several times. I still have a pair of high-heeled boots on and a corset that is very tight. I find it hard to sleep on my front because I have a pair of tits, and both my ears and my nose are sore. 

I'm looking at the piercings, and I cannot believe that we did that and how fucking sexy they look. If I had my way, I would have them permanently fixed. 

That septum ring and chain are so fucking erotic. I wonder how many guys wear nose studs." 

I said nothing because I knew what she meant. 

"I'm also horny. If I go for a pee, can we play a little?" 

I thought about that. 

"No, if you get out of bed, we are up, so if you want to play, we play now." 

"Oh, assertive, are we this morning? Okay, I'm up for that, but I do need to pee soon." 

After the shower, I dressed in my skater skirt and sweater. Of course, I still had the breast forms attached, but no bra. I pulled on the black court shoes and was sitting at the vanity unit when Victoria came into the bedroom. 

"Casual look this morning?" she questioned. 

"Yes, I thought so, and in any case, the stuff I wore yesterday I had on all night, so I'll do the laundry after breakfast. Would you help me with the makeup?" 

"Of course," and she sat in front of me and began. She applied it in much the same way as the previous evening, "as it goes with the jewelry." 

It was heavier or darker. I knew that it looked good, but it was not my style. I could not help but stare at the earrings, nose ring, and chain from septum to ear. 

It was not masculine but not as feminine as what I had done up until now, but somehow it was a turn-on. Victoria could see that I was thoughtful and asked, "I suspect that you were checking the earrings and stuff. 

I think it looks good, and in many ways, it's a shame that they need to come out tomorrow, but they could not be hidden, and it's too much for your normal look. Listen to me about my husband's 'normal' look." We both laughed, and she continued. 

"If you were to dress full-time, I would want you to have at least two holes in each ear and a nose stud, I think." 

"If I were to dress full-time, where did that come from?" 

"It was just a figure of speech, sorry." 

We were both caught up in housework chores, cooking and some actual work. 

Late on that afternoon, Victoria's friend called her again, and they were on the phone for nearly three hours. I stayed dressed as I was for the rest of the day, and in any case, the clothes that I had laundered still needed to be ironed, and by the time I got around to it, it seemed hardly worth it.

Later in the evening, we talked about her friend's troubles, and I suggested that perhaps she should go and visit her for a few days. Victoria thought that was a good idea. 

"Wouldn't you miss me?" she asked. 

"Of course I would, terribly, but she seems to have some troubles, and a visit might be good for both of you." 

"You are right, and I think that I will suggest it, but I can't get away for a couple of weeks because of work stuff. You seem eager to get rid of me," she teased. 

"No, I'm not. I have no plans." 

"Well, you could always ask Jess around to keep you company one evening and help with your make-up." 

"Why would you say that? I've told you that I don't fancy her." 

I was angry. 

"I like it when you get all worked up like that. I know that you are just friends, but it would be a chance for her to meet Missy." 

"Don't be stupid," I replied, hurt. About an hour later, Victoria apologized, and we decided to have an early night. As I was getting undressed, I mentioned that the breasts were a bit heavy and pulling on my skin. 

"Oh, my darling, I never gave that any thought. You don't have a bra; of course, how stupid of me." 

"It's okay with the waist cincher, basque, or corset; it's fine. I just never wore any of them today." 

Victoria smiled and said, "I'll fix that; now come to bed." And we did. The next morning, I dressed in the goth outfit, did my makeup, and then Victoria helped to tighten the corset, and she did a very good job. 

I was only taking shallow breaths for most of the day, but it did make a difference in my figure. We did not do very much. We looked at some investments, read the papers, drank wine, read some stuff on the internet, and chatted. One conversation was about my plans for the next week. 

"I have quite a bit of work to do to catch up on my account work. I have an idea to develop the software for the salon, and the game developers want me to add another feature. Of course, there are also investments to look at in detail. I will be working from home all day, so I will have dinner ready." 

"I have a busy week with meetings, so my finishing time might vary a little each day, but I will call to let you know when I will be home for dinner," was Victoria's response. She continued, "Will you dress this week?" "I had not given it any thought, but perhaps I might give it a day or two." 

She looked down, and she was a bit sheepish. 

"Please dress all week." 

"Every day?" was my response. 

"Yes. wear feminine clothing every day until this time next week. Please," she was pleading. 

"Okay, if you like. Not all of my stuff is practical for everyday work." 

"If you were to dress up fancy for dinner, you could go casual during the day, and I will pick up a few items tomorrow while I'm at lunch." 

"Let's hope the investments are going well then." 

With that, we got ready for bed, and Victoria removed all of the new piercings to let the holes heal. We left the breast forms in place; after all, I was going to dress for the next week. 

Chapter 26: Dressing Week.

The following morning, Victoria was up before me and had already almost finished dressing by the time I came out of the shower wearing my dressing gown. She took one look, showed disapproval, and said, "That is not a feminine item." 

I realized what I had done, so I went and slipped on the pair of pink ruffled sissy pants and pulled a negligee over the top. 

I wandered into the kitchen and twirled to display my clothing. "Does madam approve?" "Madam?" "It was a joke, but you have been leading this game." 

"I am not a madam; we are equal. As for 'game', I think it is a part of our lives; it is fun, but it is also getting serious." 

"Serious? I'm having fun and okay to continue." She cut me off. 

"Oh, it is serious, and I have been leading for the most part, but you are instigating things more and more. Just consider the piercings; they were your idea. 

The thing is, anything else is going to be permanent, and only you can decide what to do, although I would like you to discuss things." 

That gave me a lot to think about after she left for work. I had coffee and breakfast before going to get dressed. By the time I got to the bedroom, I had made a decision. I pulled on a pair of black knickers and black tights, not the usual opaques I normally wear during the day. 

I put on the ankle boots that I had worn over the weekend. Then I donned the corset and did my best to tighten it as much as I could. It was tight—perhaps not as effective as Victoria had managed—but tight nonetheless. 

I did my make-up fairly lightly.  My nails were okay, so I left them. Then I went to Victoria's wardrobe, where she had a knitted black dress that she did not wear any longer, and it fitted nicely, had a scoop neck, long sleeves, an elasticized waist, and came to just above the knee. 

I pulled on the black wig we had used, and I admired myself. One more thing. I managed to get the small ring back through the hole in the septum, and I added the chain and attached it to my right earring. Pretty dramatic, not very masculine, but I liked the fact that I could feel it on my cheek and that it touched against the cup when I was drinking. I settled down to work and accomplished a lot. 

After a short time, I was coping with the longer nails. At lunch time, I made a sandwich and sat back down at the laptop. I got distracted from work looking at butterfly tattoo designs. 

What had happened since we started this dressing was exciting, sexually as well as generally. 

I enjoyed the underwear, heels, skirts, and makeup. Being hair-free was liberating, and clearly, it was not going to grow back, a sign of what I had done. I had been feminizing myself. Most of it I could hide, but a tattoo was a permanent sign, a reminder, something sexy and forbidden. 

Dinner was almost ready when Victoria arrived home. She carried several bags as she came into the kitchen. She stopped and looked me over. 

"I see that you are dressed." 

She made no more comments and left. She returned ten minutes later, having discarded her suit jacket and wearing just her skirt, blouse, and heels. She had freshened up her make-up. I said nothing as I placed our plates and wine on the table. 

Then I removed the apron that I had donned to protect the dress while cooking.

"A twirl, please, so I can check out the clothes." She said. 

"So you raided my wardrobe." 

"You never wear this anymore and spoke about putting it in a charity shop, so I did not think that you would mind." 

"Well, I think that when it is washed, it should be hung on your side of the wardrobe. I am puzzled though, as you have a waist." 

"Ah yes, that is because I have been wearing the corset all day, although I could not get it as tight as you did." 

"Well done, darling. I'll show you a trick to getting it tighter yourself. I never thought to show you how, as I did not think you would need to know. Now I see that I was wrong. You look lovely. Thank you for dinner; it is great." 

We chatted as we ate, but she did not mention the nose ring and chain. After clearing the table, we went to the lounge and shared stories about work. I could not stand it any longer. 

"You have not mentioned the chain." 

"No, I didn't. I don't know what to say." 

"I thought that you liked it. I thought that it looked good. The hole is not likely to ever be visible unless you get up my nose, so I thought no harm was done. I'll take it out in a few days, and it should heal okay." 

Victoria looked very serious. "I do like it, and you will wear the ring all of this week. It should have healed up by then, and you can remove the ring for 'normal', but as long as you wear it occasionally for a while, it should be permanent, and you are correct, no one will notice." 

"All week?" 

"Yes, all week it has been so damn sexy. I love it. What's more, I am going to find an alternative chain." 

"But it is for fun, but not that feminine is it." 

"Correction, it is not girly or that elegant, but it is damn sexy, and your new one is going to be more dramatic." 

"Okay. I was looking at ideas for a tattoo. I was thinking of a butterfly design in my pubic area. It is a reflection that I am a sissy that I will never be able to deny, but no one will see it unless they see me naked."

"You are not a sissy. I'm not sure what you are—tranny, cross-dresser—all of those fit a little, but I have no idea what you would call your situation." 

"A tgirl?" I queried. 

"No, I don't think so. A girl is someone who has all of the female attributes and lives as a woman but still has a penis." 

"Of course." 

We sat for a while, not speaking, but both of us were thinking. 

"Would you like to be a T-girl?" 

I was shocked and speechless for a few moments. 

"No, no, of course not." 

"Okay, I was just checking. But I don't think I would mind." 

Neither of us spoke about it again before going to bed, but clearly, it had been said. 

Sex was phenomenal that night, and as I rolled over, Victoria said softly, "Good night, my darling."

As long as you can always do that to me, nothing else matters. The next morning we were both up, and as I got out of the shower, Victoria said, "I got you some new stuff yesterday. 

It's in the bags beside the bed. I need to rush. "See you later." I rushed to check the bags. 

Two blouses, one plain, one with lots of frills, and a sweater. Two skirts, one a short kilt style, the other longer, past the knee and tighter. Several items of underwear. 

A pair of black patent flats and a pair of black T-strap pumps with a 3" heel. I pulled on the corset again and looked up how to get it tighter on 'Google'. 

It was tight by the time I had finished. I wore the plain blouse and the tight skirt with the T-strap pumps. 

I looked good by the time I had the wig on and make-up done. The word girl popped into my head. Could I live as a woman? How would people treat me? Would I like tits? I had no answers. 

Later in the day, that thought popped up again. Breasts of my own might be good, but they cannot be hidden. 

Fun idea, though. I worked hard all day, got a lot done, and did some reading about cross-dressing and transgenderism. 

When Victoria arrived home, she only had one new bag that I could see. "I like that outfit," she said. 

"No armfuls of shopping today, I see." 

"Wait till later." 

After dinner was cleared away, we went to the bedroom, and Victoria told me to sit in the vanity unit. "I was thinking on the way to work today about your dressing this week. I liked the corset; it was great for your figure, so I bought another one. Clearly, you are wearing it today, and it looks tighter. You obviously like it, so I got you another one." 

She pulled a navy blue corset from the bag. It was beautiful. 

"This is very good quality. It is longer, will help your figure, and might be a bit more comfortable. It has straps and suspenders, both of which can be removed. It also has some bone and will take a bit of getting used to." I was speechless. 

"As you are going to be dressed and at home all week, I thought that we could try some longer nails." She put a package on the end of the bed. "And I bought a new chain." 

She came over and detached the one that I was wearing. The new one was hard to see until it was in place. 

I checked the mirror. It consisted of silver shapes spaced out along its length. It was heavier and attached directly to the earlobe.  The other end had a thicker ring for the septum. Getting it through the existing hole had been a challenge, and it was sore. The ring was close to the top lip. That was going to be awkward. I said so. 

"Chris (she used my male name), this is one of those things that turns me on. It is something that I am going to push and that you have to do. Do I make myself clear?" 

"I know I like you pushing, but this will get in the way," I whined. "Look, trust me on this. 

You are going to wear it with no arguments, and I know how to fix that." 

She produced a small pair of pliers and threatened to close the ring at the septum. "I want this, and so do you. If I do it, you could get it off, but it will be difficult. Remember the ribbons on the shoes." I was beaten and knew it. 

I was not against the idea, but it would be awkward, and I was going to have to put up with it. Next, she cleaned my nails and attached some fancy new ones. 

They were long, at least ½" beyond my own, and fastened in place with an adhesive that was obviously not going to come off in a hurry. Then two coats of lacquer, bright red, and a top coat. 

"I wish that you could have your own nails, but these will have to do. They will have to be trimmed back next week as they will not come off easily. You will get used to them; you have no choice." 

"Even your nails are not that long," I whined. 

"When you have yours that long permanently, so will I. Now show me this idea for the tattoo." I showed her. 

"I like it. I will come with you when you get it done. What about next weekend?" 

"But I'm dressing all this week." 

"So go dressed; whoever does that is going to know what you are like. If you go the following week, it will be no less humiliating." 

"Leave it till I'm not fully dressed, then, but you are right, it will be humiliating. Maybe it's not such a good idea." 

"It is a good idea, and it is going to be done, and I will be there!"