Date: Thu, 24 Mar 2016 20:48:45 +0000 (UTC) From: Parker Boi <parkerboi72@yahoo.com> Subject: The Turn - Part 2 -TG The Turn - Part 2 --- Needless to say, my mind was going 100 miles per hour the rest of the day. Was this really the start of something with Gary? I was feeling as womanly and feminine as I ever had, but at the same time embarrassed that I had shared my "secret" with another human, and a man no less! Gary had continued to text me throughout the day, but just lightly and he kept the conversation revolving around business for the most part. He had some early design proposals that he liked bits and pieces of but wanted me to spend some time going over them and trying to bring them all together. As soon as I got home I ran a tub and poured myself some wine. I pick out a cute cotton nighty that hugged my curves nicely and flared a little at the bottom. I had denied myself last night but I was firing on all cylinders tonight. As I lay in the warm water caressing my skin and running my hands over all of my sensitive areas I replayed the past 30+ hours in my head. The light flirting at the course, Gary surprising me at work, spilling my true heart over lunch, THAT HUG!, the invitation to dress as I wanted tomorrow for our meeting at his house?It was all too much. As I pulled on my girl-clitty I lost control and shot the most wonderful load across my chest, up my neck and onto my face. I've found over the last year that I love eating my own cum as a replacement for someone else's. At first I had struggled to enjoy it in the aftermath of my own orgasm - but I eventually learned to relish the moments after and found pure lust in post-climax play. i had closed my eyes for a bit afterwards and only woke up when the water started to get a little cold. I toweled off and applied my favorite lavender-scented lotion all over and blow-dried my hair. I had been just letting it grow since the divorce without any real plan. It was just long enough by now that I could wear a headband to hold it off my face and tuck it behind my ears. Pulling my nightgown over my head; feeling it fall around my hips and butt and the hem hitting me on the thighs is always a sensual moment, but I got an extra charge tonight. I stared at myself in the mirror and gave a little twirl. The chime of a text message brought me out of my euphoria and I was excited to see Gary's name. --- "What are you up to?" "Just hanging out", I lied. "Look, about what I said earlier about wearing a dress if you wanted to. I meant it, just be comfortable. Be you" --- He went on to mention that he had a pool and hot tub and he liked to take calls from either when he was working from home, so I should definitely bring a swimsuit. We said our goodnights and I made myself a small meal before climbing into bed. I had tried to convince myself earlier that I was gonna start dieting because my weight had ballooned so much. I have always been big in the hips and had a round bubble-butt which was only accentuated by the extra pounds - but my waist wasn't exactly tiny and feminine to match the way I wished. The fat on my chest could be gathered into a nice C-cup though and I had a few little fantasies about ending up a plump housewife for a real man someday. I spent a few hours unable to sleep, so I abused my credit card for a while on Amazon, and the Lane Bryant website. My haul included a few cute dresses, a new swimsuit, and some assorted panties and matching bras. I finally fell asleep around 2:AM. When my alarm went off at 6 I was already out of bed and in the shower - I went through my normal routine; shave everywhere, shampoo'd and conditioned my hair, dried off lightly and applied my lotion (would he notice the scent? had he already?). Under my khakis I wore black satin panties with flowers and a matching black cami under a dress shirt. I texted Gary and asked him if I could bring anything and he suggested I stop for Starbucks on the way. He takes a grande black coffee, my standard order is a Caramel Macchiato. I already had a pretty good sense of what Gary's house was going to be like when he sent the address and I looked up the directions, but I was still a little aghast when I pulled up to the gate. I rang the intercom and he buzzed me in. He greeted me at the front door; he was looking much more casual than I. I could tell he was going commando under his sweatpants and I could make out the hair on his chest through his v-neck white t-shirt. Phew! Gather yourself Monica? He invited me in and gave me the grand tour which started out back at his pool and hot tub and culminated in the master bedroom where we lingered for just a few minutes as he gave me some family history about how he had inherited some money on top of his own success. It was all so impressive. I noticed that his bed looked like mine and made a comment about how sad it was to see a bed with only half of the covers pulled back. He retorted that it was better than sharing it with the wrong person. True! --- After breakfast out back I set up in his office and took over the whiteboard across from his desk. We worked for a few hours and covered quite a bit of the early production essentials. It was getting close to lunch and he had a call scheduled for 12:30 - he asked me if I had brought a suit, which I had not. He smiled and said I thought you might not. I took the liberty of picking something up yesterday - "indulge me?" he asked. He instructed me to go to the master bathroom and look behind the door - my suit was hanging on the hook. --- I stood there with my hands on my hips as I stared at the black tankini hanging there. I recognized it immediately - I owned the same one. I don't know how long I actually stood there having my internal dialogue about this whole situation. It was perfect in so many ways but scary as hell at the same time. I was startled out of my moment when Gary called up to me. "Coming! Give me a minute" I replied. I gave myself a pep talk as I stripped down. The suit fit me snuggly, he had gotten a size smaller than I would have, but the result wasn't bad - the tummy panel held me in a little better and combined with the flare at the bottom I had a pretty convincing shape - the shelf bra pulled the girls up nicely. "Here's goes nothing!" I said to myself quietly. --- As I descended the staircase I remembered that my toenails were pained bright pink. What reaction would that get? I could hear Gary talking as I walked out to the pool - he looked up and acknowledged me with an approving smile. I sat on the edge of the pool with my feet in the water while he worked. It occurred to me that I was gonna end up with tan lines from the suit as I'd never been outside in my suit before. I got a little excited at that thought. Gary finished his call and swam over to my side of the pool. He propped himself on the edge with his ams and looked at me thoughtfully as he said "Thank you." I looked at him coyly and as I tucked my hair behind my ear preparing a response he continued, "It means a lot that you trust me. You look wonderful - that suit really flatters you." I blushed profusely. "Can we talk a little more about you?" he asked. When I gave him the ok he asked me how I felt, what was going through my mind, was I comfortable around him? I was truthful in my responses and shared with him how I was tingly all over. How I felt something I had never felt before and how crazy it was to be dressed, not only in front of someone else, but to be outside. As we talked I had slid down into the water because I was feeling a little self conscious about the bulge in my suit bottoms. Gary stayed close to me as we lingered around the pool for a bit and he probed more and more. I confided in him that if I had a magic wand and the opportunity I would transform myself into a woman completely. I teared up in between topics about what that meant for me. He stopped me at a point to give me his own confession. He had been straight for a long time but had come to resent the women he dated and their selfishness. He had considered dating men but couldn't push himself to do it yet and didn't think he could. As those words came out he placed his hand under my chin, lifting my gaze to his and he kissed me. As his arms went around my waist, mine went around his neck and I kissed him back. "Wow!" was the only thing I could muster when we finally separated enough to look into each others eyes. "I'm glad you didn't slap me" he said jokingly. With his arms still around my waist and drifting to my behind he held me tight. I felt his erection pressing into my stomach and laid my head on his shoulder for a moment as I took it all in. I felt safe, I felt protected, I felt like I had always wanted to feel. "Now what happens?" I asked him meekly in my feminine voice. "Will you go on a date with me?" Gary asked me directly. "Gary, I'm confused, what does that mean?" "I want you to dress up for me and I'm going to take you out for a romantic dinner. You're going to get out of this pool and get dressed, then take my credit card to the store and buy a new outfit, all of it, just for this date. K? no arguments" He insisted. "But I've never been out fully dressed - people will know!" I was getting really nervous. "It's going to be just fine, please trust me." --- After I had dressed and was ready to head out the door, he gave me a tender kiss and handed me his card. He instructed me to go to Nordstrom and see Kelly, his personal shopper, he had already called her and told her that I was coming. This guy, right? --- Kelly was an absolute sweetheart from the moment I got there. She was a bigger girl herself and had such a sweet demeanor. She had already pulled a few things for me to try on, mainly undergarments - she gave me some tips on how to better choose undergarments based on what I was wearing. Since tonight was going to be a summer dress, she recommended and A-line, I had opportunity to use some supporting undergarments to help shape my figure a bit. As I was pulling up the body shaper she had picked out, she excused herself for a moment and returned with breast enhancers, or what she called chicken cutlets. "You've already got something to work with so these are just to help a little." Once the shaper was on she helped my adjust he straps and few pulls and tucks to get it all into the right places. I stared at myself in the mirror and admired the cute pear shape she had transformed me into with one simple garment. "Now, isn't that better already?" she quipped. She told me she was going to go pull some dresses for me and that I should wait there. Duh! I wasn't quite ready to venture out into the open dressing room area just yet. She came back with 5 dresses. I immediately went for the black floral print number with cap sleeves, size 16. She grinned approvingly, apparently this was the one she would've chosen as well. She helped me into it and it fit like it was made for me. It had a little belt just under the bust line that was adjusted and further accentuated my hip/waist ratio and made my breasts seem a little larger. God I couldn't stop staring at myself - she commented that "Gary is gonna love it!", "I hope so!" was the best I could get out; I know I did. Next was shoes, she only brought a few as they were little limited in my size but the cream colored 3 inch heels with straps at the ankles looked perfect and matched a small clutch purse she had picked out. Oh god my makeup! - I had nothing with me at Gary's for makeup and I didn't want to go all the way home. I asked Kelly for help and she hugged me sweetly and said she'd be happy to. We talked as she gave me a mini-makeover and finished it with a little black headband to pull my hair back. I went back in front of the full length mirror and admired myself - I might be able to pull this off, I thought. --- When I got back to Gary's he was in the shower. I stood outside the door and chatted with him while he got cleaned up. He said I could come in, and I was tempted but feeling a touch shy. This was going to be the first time he saw me fully dressed and I wanted it to be a little dramatic. He suggested I go make us some drinks and wait for him. I poured us both a glass of wine and went out to the pool area. When he came out I was seated and had my back to him, but heard him coming. As I stood and turned to face him, I felt my dress twirl and land gently on my legs - God, I'll never get used to that! His look said it all - "You're absolutely beautiful?" he stumbled as he realized he hadn't asked what I'd like to be called. "Monica?" I filled in the blank for him. "?Monica?you are stunning!" He approached me and kissed me again, this time holding me face in both hands. My leg lifted ever so slightly - he noticed my balance shift and pulled away to smile, his eyes sparkling. "We better go to dinner before we both change our minds" he said with a wink. He did all of the things right; he opened the car door for me and admired my legs as I pulled them into the car. He pulled out my chair at the restaurant (a fancy place in the mountains overlooking a forest below). He spoke to the waitress with confidence and ordered the wine with knowledge. The waitress called me miss. We talked about our lives up to this moment, what got us here, what we wanted ultimately. I confessed to him that I had always wanted to be married to a real man, to be a doting housewife that took care of his home, the errands, the chores, and even his kids - if I was able. I told him about the times I had fantasized about being pregnant and what it would be like to have other women look at me with jealousy that I could make a man fall in love with me and give me that precious gift. That I would sit with our child and nurse in front of him, and after putting our baby to bed - take care of my husbands needs. His shifting in his chair let me know that he was receiving me and I was turning him on. Perhaps pulling him into an idea that he hadn't yet explored? He told me that although it was very early in our "relationship" that he loved all of those wants of mine and could be that man for me; but that he had a few ideas of his own. I pressed him for more but he simply replied "patience, darling." --- After dinner we headed back to his house and he asked me to come in for a while. I was hoping he would ask me to stay the night. He told me he was going to get us a nightcap and that he'd like to take an evening swim. I changed and waited in the pool for him. He sat our drinks on the edge and sat down, this time with his legs in the water. I swam up to him and placed my arms on his thighs looking up into his eyes. They sparkled again. He began to tell me his ideas; "Sweetheart, I never dreamed that I would be in this moment right now with someone as wonderful as you. I am so happy that you can be yourself around me and I can be myself around you. I am bit on the dominant side, and I suspect that you are quite submissive. Would you say that's fair?" "You are correct" I answered him. He went on, "I can give you the life you have dreamed of, but in return I require your obedience." I gulped hard. What did that mean exactly? "You can tell me your limits and I will respect them, but once they are set - you are mine to do with as I please. Is that clear?" "Yes" I answered him cautiously. "Do you know what your limits are?" he asked. While I thought about this question I lowered my head and saw the head of his cock peeking out from his shorts - I lost my complete train of thought. He toke note of my distraction. "Go ahead," he insisted, "I know thats been on your mind since Sunday at the course." "May I?" I asked as seductively as I could muster, and proceeded to slide his short up towards his crotch to expose more of my prize. It was magnificent - this is why I was never much of a man, I didn't even slightly compare to him. It was thick and long with a glorious head that was only slightly larger than the shaft itself. I ran my hand along it and admired it while I memorized every vein, ever line. His head went back slightly on his shoulders and I took the opportunity to lift it off of his thigh and run my hand up and down the shaft. He looked back down at me and we made eye contact. Without breaking my gaze I took him into my mouth. He stared at me as the head and first half of his shaft disappeared into me. As I felt him hit the back of my throat, my eyes closed involuntarily and I began to work my tongue in circles around the head. His hand went instinctively to the back of head and he guided me. Not forcefully but certainly commandingly. I let him lead and did my best to give him my best. I know that many women have been there before me, but I wanted this to be the best he's ever had. I broke our connection and asked him to take his shorts off. "Come with me" he instructed. As I got out of the pool and wrapped a towel around myself he told me that "tonight is all about you, all about passion, but tomorrow I want to know those limits and If you accept my offer." He held my hand and we made our way to the bedroom - there laid out on the bed was a sheer white babydoll nighty with matching panties. "Kelly," he said, "I had her pick something out and drop it off while we were at dinner. She's very nice and thinks you will become a natural woman, both inside and out" Oh Kelly, I would have to send her a thank you card. Perhaps she would become my first real "girlfriend." Gary climbed into bed as I went into the bathroom to change. when I emerged at the door he gave me a wolf whistle and patted the bed next to him. "Are you ready to become a woman?" I smoothed out the front of my nighty, "I am" came back my reply. --- To be continued? Please donate to nifty if you enjoy these and other stories. They rely on your support to keep this resource available.