Date: Tue, 20 Apr 2010 21:17:37 +0000 (GMT)
From: greta wasweißich <gretatvhh@yahoo.de>
Subject: Jasmin wears the Pants

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Jasmin wears the pants

by Greta


I had just arrived in New York for a week long visit. After I checked in my
Hotel I left in order to grab a bite. I walked the streets not really
knowing where I was heading and finally ended up at a Bar. There were quite
a few people, mostly men talking, drinking beer and snacking on all kind of
different foods. The tables were empty except one. A blonde and elegant
looking woman was sitting there, all by herself. I looked at her for a
moment and on impulse I walked to her table and asked whether I could sit
with her. She looked me up and down and simply nodded.

"Hi, I am Gary. Do they have good food here? Sorry for intruding. I don`t
know what came over me but somehow this seemed to be the only place to sit
down. I am surprised none of the men is sitting with you."

Her smile was completely captivating. "Oh, they know they can`t be with me
except they fulfill my wishes", she answered. "You know I wear the pants
and anybody who wants to be with me has to wear the opposite and has to
accept this. They donīt, would you?"

"What do you mean by opposite?"

She looked closer at me with her capturing green eyes.

"Easy, if I wear pants what do you think I mean with opposite? Skirts,
maybe dresses. Definetely not pants like me. Understood?"

I gulped.

"Do you want to tell me you want to make the men wear skirts?"

"No, I donīt want to make the men wear skirts. I want to make my man wear a
skirt while I wear the pants. You got it?"

I must have turned red because I felt hot for a moment. She raised an
eyebrow. I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. My second try was
more successful. She laughed easily.

"So did these men ask you to be with you.?"

"Hahaha. Yes, all of them, but nobody took on my offert."

"Oh wow, I am stunned. I have never heard anything like that before. No
wonder why nobody sits with you."

She laughed again. "But you do."

"Err, yes, because I didn īt know about this offert of yours before but you
are so intriguing Iīd like to have dinner while sitting at your table. May
I?"

"Of course. Tonight I make an exception."

"Thank you. By the way, may I ask your name?"

"I am Jasmin. You arenīt from here, arenīt you?"

"No, I am just visiting for a week having arrived only a while ago and
wanted to grab some food. You never answered whether the food was good."

"Yes, youīll certainly enjoy it."

"I am sorry for asking again but this is so intriguing. What would you do
if a man said yes?"

"You mean, me wearing the pants and him in skirts?"

I nodded.

"Well, I would make him my girl. That simple."

"Your girl? What does that mean?".

"Oh, you are really curious. Do you want to be a girl?"

"No, I mean, I was just curious about this whole thing."

"I see, you like to fantasize. Ok, I let you in. Just because you are from
out of town. Like I said I wear the pants and I will turn my macho man
slowly and graudally into my girl. This implies the whole process."

"Which process?"

"You know like getting rid of your body hair for example. If it were you
for example Iīd go very soon with you to have a haircut and you definetely
know it will not be to the barber. You have beautiful long hair. Would you
do me a favor? You know I am telling you all this and I would like
something in return."

"What do you mean?"

"I would like to take out a scrunchy from my bag and put your hair up in a
ponytail."

I flushed, my face turned totally red. "I, I, I canīt. What would all the
men think of me?"

"Well, then our time together is over if you canīt do me this little
favor. Nobody knows you and nobody pays any attention to us."

She gazed at me and I couldnīt hold it and looked down. I whispered. "Ok."

She had me and she knew it.

"I didnīt hear you. What do you want me to do?"

"Err, I, I want you to put my hair up in a ponytail."

"Now we are getting somewhere. You see your first step wasnīt that
difficult."

"My first step?"

"Yes, your first step towards girl or womanhood."

While she got a pink scrunchie out of her bag and got up behind my chair I
started to protest.

"I am not taking a step towards womanhood like you said. I just thought it
was fair to you after telling me all this to let you put my hair into a
ponytail."

She laughed while she started to put my hair together, sweeping it up.

"Look boys. Gary here agreed on having a ponytail in girl fashion."

With that she deftly wrapped the scrunchy around my hair and I felt the
pressure on my head when she put it tightly in its place. I heard the guys
laughing, whistling, shouting. "Go Jasmin, go. Have fun with the sissy."

I blushed, completely humiliated while she sat down again. She patted my
hand.

"Donīt worry. Nobody knows you and it is just for a while. Donīt pay any
attention to them."

"Why did you have to announce this to the whole Bar? You completely
humiliated me."

"You look soo cute with your girly ponytail. I just had to do it. To show
you that I wear the pants."

I hung my head in shame and right then the waitress brought me a veggie
burger with a little pink flag on top. I looked questioningly at her. She
smirked at me.

"All sissies receive a pink flag. It suits them."

Jasmin laughed and I blushed again. Subdued I started to munch on my
burger. Meanwhile Jasmin explained to me her feminization. The only
difference from before was she talked like she wanted to feminize me.

"You know after having you shaving off all your body hair I will dress you
in panties, bra and stockings."

I looked up. "Why do you say that. I will not do such a thing."

She grinned at me.

"Since you are wearing a girly ponytail I thought you may want to be my
girl. Well, probably it is better we drop this matter. Hey, what are you
doing for a living?"

I was glad that she stopped this embarassing matter and even so the talk
shifted away from my or any feminization I was totally aware of my tight
ponytail each time I moved my head. I passed a beautiful evening with this
intriguing woman and in the end she knew virtually everything from me. That
my parents had died, that I didnīt have any relations anymore with my
siblings and was basically a loner. I told her that I liked to use all my
money on travelling so really didnīt have time to start a serious relation.

After a few hours I got really tired and felt the jetlag so I told her Iīd
return to the Hotel and would love to see her again. We both left the bar
and walked together.

"Look", she said. "We can spend time together again. Iīd love that, you
seem nice enough but then it is on my terms."

I interrupted her. "What terms?"

"Youīll go shopping, buy and dress in the things I tell you. Then we can
meet again."

"What, what do you want me to buy and wear?"

"Easy. First you go and buy pink panties, pink bra, then black garterbelt
and black stockings. A pink blouse, black pants with side, no make that
backzipper, a black jacket and black open toed pumps, just a small heel,
lets say two inches."

I gasped.

"I want to see you again but I canīt do that. Iīd look like a complete
sissy."

"Either that or you wonīt see me again. Look, why donīt you sleep it over
and call me tomorrow before 4pm and Iīll help you with the shopping. It
would be my pleasure. I also would like to see you but once again only
under my terms. So take a rest and have a good sleep. Hope you call me.Oh
by the way, judging by your constant hardon somebody like the ideas to be
dressed up as a sissygirl. Bye."

With that she pecked me on my cheek and gone she was disappearing in the
crowd. I stood there face flushed and completely humiliated and true to her
words, yes with a big hardon. I felt the embarassing growth of my penis
while she told me her terms but had hoped that she wouldnīt see it. Fat
chance!

I slowly walked back to the Hotel and when I received the keys to my room
the nightwatch smirked at me. I didnīt get it until I was in my room
entering the bathroom in order to brush my teeth. I was still wearing my
hair in a high girly ponytail with a pink scrunchy. I shook my head and my
my hair swirled around. I just couldnīt hold my horses anymore. I was soo
horny from all the talk. I dropped my toothbrush, opened my zipper, wrapped
my hand around my penis and only seconds later I shot a huge load with an
image of me getting dressed up by this intriguing woman.  Oh my God, what
did I do? Guiltily I cleaned up my goo which had sprayed all over the
bathroom and got into bed. It was useless, I tossed and turned, I couldnīt
sleep. My hardon quickly returned. I thought of this woman. I couldnīt get
her out of my mind. My hand wandered downwards and soon it was again
wrapped around my member. Now I took my time. I wanted it to last. Slowly I
rubbed myself, stopping several times before it was too late. With eyes
closed I saw myself walking around dressed up in tight backzipper pants
with a smooth girlish front, my pumps clicking on the floor, holding all
kind of shopping bags in my feminine hands. Feminine hands? Yes, I was
sporting long pink fingernails. The image was too much. Once again I came
hard and sprayed all over my chest. Oh my God, what is happening to me I
thought. I quickly got under the shower and washed myself, once again full
of guilt. Back to bed I was able to falls asleep eventually.  In the
morning I told myself I wouldnīt phone this woman. I am a man and didnīt
want to be anybodies girl. After breakfast I went out sightseeing. While
walking around the MOMA I couldnīt concentrate on the Art. Instead of
watching the equisite collection I simply saw myself dressed up with this
intriguing woman standing behind me whispering in my ear "phone me, phone
me". It felt like a mantra to me. I looked around but nobody was there. Was
I getting crazy. No, I just needed some fresh air. Oh, I know, I would take
a boat tour an the Hudson river.  Once on the boat I felt better but only
for a while. My urge to phone her grew with the hour. It didnīt make sense
but I was completely captivated by this woman. As soon as the tour was over
I went to the next phone booth and dialed her number. Her voice came on.

"Jasmin Spencer, hello. Hello?"

I wasnīt able to utter a single word. I just breathed heavily into the
phone.

"Is it you Gary? Is it you? Answer me?"

I still couldnīt speak.

"Ok, I assume it you Gary. Look I give you my address and youīll take a cab
and I see you here in a short while. Just write it down. Ok?"

I simply did what she told me and wrote her address down. Then I took a
taxi and in less then 10 minutes I was standing in front of a huge and
elegant building. Oozing money. I introduced myself at the welcome desk and
asked for Miss Spencer. Then I took the elevator to the 25th floor. Walking
down the corridor I stopped in front of her apartment, 2508. Oh my God,
what am I doing here I asked myself. I just stood there, unable to move or
do a thing. I turned around and walked back to the elevator. I was scared
shitless. I pushed the button and took the elevator back down again and
simply walked out. I didnīt listen to the man at the desk. Outside I simply
sat on a bench, sorting myself out. If I would go back in there it was the
end of my life and definetely the start of a new one. I closed my eyes and
started to fantasize about what would happen if Iīd go back into that
building.  I saw myself knocking at the door, her welcoming and ushering me
inside. She didnīt waste time and made myself undress.

"You need to get rid of your body hair first. We need to get you prepared
for our shopping trip. It will be soo much fun for both of us. I promise."

Oh my God, my hardon had returned. My pants were almost bursting, well at
least my underpants. I needed to get back in there. It was the right thing
to do if I had a hardon each time I was thinking about it. I knew I was
hers. Slowly I got up and walked back to the building The man at the
welcome desk was already waiting for me.

"I phoned Miss Spencer you had left. I am glad you are back. She made me
come up to her apartment where she gave me an envelope which I am supposed
to give to you in case you come back. Here it is."

 I took the envelope, turned around and read it.

If you are reading it you obviously came back. You need to be punished so
you will take out your pink scrunchy in front of everybody and put your
hair up in a high ponytail and ask the guy from the welcome desk to
announce you. Tell him he is supposed to say that you are ready for me
wearing a ponytail. If he doesnīt, donīt bother to come up. I will never
see you again.

I thought, this isnīt happening to me and almost dropped the
envelope. Slowly folding it and putting it in my pocket, I felt the
scrunchy brushing against my hand. The funny thing is I couldnīt even
remember having it put in there. My subconscious must have told me.

Did I really want to do that? Was she worth it? Oh yes, I obviously wanted
it because the tightness in my underpants caused by my once again growing
penis proved my utter helplessness to withstand this mysterious woman.

So with shivering hands I took it out of my pocket, started to gather my
long hair, swiftly put them up and secured them then with the pink scrunchy
right at the top of my head. Then I slightly coughed so the guy at the desk
took notice of me. As if he hadnīt during my show with the scrunchy. At
least his face didnīt show. He was all business.

"Sir, I, I am ready for Miss Spencer. Could you, could you please phone and
tell that I am ready for her with a high ponytail."

This line seemed to change it all. He smirked at me.

"Oh yes, of course Miss, err, Mister? I will annouce you. "

I turned beetred while he phoned Miss Sepncer. The he simply said "You are
expected."

The time during my short walk to the elevator seemed to stand still. I felt
his eyes glued to me. If he could, he would have burned a hole in my
back. My ponytail easily swinging from one side to the other. I felt dizzy
when I pushed the button. Just before I stepped into the elevator I heard
the man talk to me again.

"Oh, I almost forgot. When you arrive at her door, you are are supposed to
undress to just your, err, I assume your panties Miss. Then knock at the
door and kneel down looking at the ground. When the door opens you are to
say īHere I am Master Jasmin to start my new lifeī."

He chuckled.

I held my breath. Why didnīt the earth open up under me? Why? Why did I let
this humiliation happen to me. I could have turned around. Rip the scrunchy
off my hair and run as far and as quick as I could, while I still
could. But no, I stepped with tears in my eyes inside and was crying and
shivering at the same time when the elevator arrived at her floor. I
composed myself for a moment before I quietly stepped out and looked
around. There was only one door. So she seemed to own a whole floor.  I
looked around once again to make absolutely sure that this was the
case. Then I started to undress. My hands shivered so much that I
continously fumbled with the buttons and it seemed to take me forever to
take off my clothes but was probably just a couple of minutes.

No, and I was not wearing panties at all. I just wore normal black mens
briefs. I shook my head, it was not fair to have had to endure such
indignity by a guy at the desk. I should have stood up to him plus I should
have corrected him me calling Miss. I was angry, I was shaking. Oh this was
more than crazy. Of course with my show putting my hair up in a high
ponytail, above all with a girly pink scrunchy, he thought I was a sissy, a
typical submissive sissy. Of course I wasnīt one. I just wanted to see this
woman again. But to which length she took it to let me see her, which
indignities I had to go through? Once again I shook my head. Was I already
so pussywhipped that I did all these crazy things without ever having had
so much as a whiff at her pussy?

What was it that drove me to almost crave the humilation and indignities? I
came to my senses and tried to admit the truth in my head to myself. There
was only one answer which was even more obvious while I was standing half
naked in front of Miss Spencers door. My huge erection, err, at least it
seemed to be one for me, showed me that I must love it. So the guy
downstairs was right, wasnīt he? I was or am a sissy, a Miss to him. Yes, I
was such a sissy. I deliberately shook my head. My ponytail swung to the
left and right, my hair brushing over my naked shoulders and my hard penis
seemed to stiffen even more and if it could have burst through my
underpants it certainly would have.

I started to cry again but now of relief, slowly knelt down and knocked at
the door. Yes, it was time to start my new life.


Depending on the feedback I may write a follow up. Hope you enjoyed my
story.