Stories my husband became a sissy
For the end of the Year party my friend Marc invited me to spend a few days at his parents ‘ house. They must go to Spain for 10 days. I didn’t have a family in France, so I agreed. His parents live in Cannes. We were in the 1st Year of college. So average question it was limit. We arrive in Cannes on Saturday at the end of the morning. His parents left at the end of the day wishing us a good end of the year.
On Marc’s proposal we go out for dinner and around 22h we enter a lively bar. Let’s go down for a few drinks. There were beautiful chicks, Marc was not shy at all unlike me and does not hesitate to approach the girls.
We’ll be home at around 01: 00 in the morning. Marc asks me :
Can we get a movie ?
Me: yes, I haven’t slept yet.
We serve each other a glass of whiskey and he launches a movie. We see the actress, a lawyer walking with high heels and Marc tells me :
I don’t know how they walk on stilettos. I love it with chicks, but I don’t know how they get there. One time I tried my mom’s and I broke my mouth. Have you ever tried it yourself ?
Here I bet you 50 euros that you can not walk with…
Marc knows well that, one I love challenges and two when it comes to money I am even more motivated.
Me: 50 euros are you sure? Just walk with heels ?
Marc: yes, but you wear them for 15 minutes minimum and heels 10cm or more.
Me: OK bet held.
50 euros for me who gallows it’s all good.
Marc: go to the parents ‘ room and you’ll find pumps in the dressing room.
I head to the bedroom and in the dressing room I see a good fifteen pairs. I take a pair of black pumps 10 cm or 11. I take off my shoes and socks and put them on.
Before I get up I search on youtube “how to walk with pumps”. It looks simple you have to put the heel first and then the front of the foot and try to walk on a line.
I get up by holding on to the wall. I’m taking a few steps. In two to three minutes I can stand alone and take a few steps. So I’m joining Marc at the living room. Hearing the heels clap he turns around and tells me :
Not bad for you. Move a little over there.
Me: start the clock
Marc: ok 15 minutes, but 15 minutes walk not the right to rejoice.
Marc: go get some ice cubes.
I’m heading to the kitchen, bring the ice jump back full. Marc shakes us two well-dosed whiskeys. The more I walk on my heels, the more I get used to it. Marc’s watch announces the end of the 15 minutes. I approach him perched on my heels and I tell him :
50 euros mister
He takes out a bunch of tickets and gives me 50 euros. I’ll take off the pumps. we’ll toast. In the film at a certain moment we see a transvestite. Marc looks at me and says :
Have you ever dressed up as a chick for a party or something ?
Marc: go 100 euros if you do.
Me: what ?
Marc: yes 100 euros if you put on the pumps with tights and a dress, it’s just to laugh go
I honestly only saw the 100 euros.
Me: ok for 100 euros, I do. For 15 minutes too.
Marc: no no don’t exaggerate it’s 100 euros, you wear them until you go to sleep ok ?
Marc: I choose the dress.
He heads to the room and 2 minutes later he returns.
Marc: it’s good dress and tights are on the bed vas y.
I take the pumps and I go there telling myself voila 150 euros earned easily. I undress put on the black nylons tights open front and back. I thought this is convenient to go to the toilet. The softness of nylon on my legs charms me. I put on the black dress, mid thigh with lace shoulders and sleeves. I put on the pumps and look in the mirror before I go. Wow I said, I think I look great. With my slender body, my legs very little hairy, even without makeup the illusion is perfect. I’m heading to the living room. I find the soft feeling of rubbing my shapely nylon legs superb.
Marc turns around and says :
Woooow the hottie
Me: calm down it’s just me and remember it’s for fun.
Marc: yes yes but it came out spontaneously.
I sit down, Marc shakes us over and over while we watch the movie. I catch Marc from time to time looking after me.
The finished film we talk about it a little it puts a chain of music. The clips follow one another we go down a few more glasses. I can feel my head spinning. I get up and say
I think I’ll go.
Marc: stay a little longer
Me: No, I drank too much.
Marc: ok take the parents ‘ room ok
I walk to her parents ‘ room, and I lie on the bed without changing without taking off my pumps. I’m drunk. A few minutes after Marc comes to lie down against me. Me drunk I do not react. I think he’s drunk too. I’m lying on my side, I feel his breath behind me, and I feel his hand resting on my sex. He passes it under the dress and takes my penis that hardens immediately in his hand. I let myself be given the amount of alcohol swallowed. He squeezes me my Sex Makes slow comings and goings. He lifts the dress and while he masturbates me, I feel some hot, wet stroking my streak. He continues to masturbate me then at a moment he lays his flesh on my intimacy and pushes a little, the head of his penis enters me, I burst with pain. He does not move anymore and continues to masturbate me. After 2 or 3 minutes he gets back to pushing, I feel his hard and hot flesh enter deep inside me until I feel his body against my buttocks. He took it all in. The pain is gone, I feel his hard and hot dart fill me. I tape very hard, it looks like my sex is going to explode so I tape hard. He continues his caresses and begins a slow back and forth. The excitement is huge. I’ve never felt such intense pleasure. The rhythm is accelerating it limes me faster and faster, I cum first, my sex explodes so hard that I laugh with pleasure while his hard and hot flesh comes in and out of my bowels. He accelerates, his breath also accelerates then he explodes in me, I feel his hot juice squirt deep inside me. He stays inside me and I feel his dart deflate. I fall asleep on the spot.
Around 11 am I open my eyes, and I’m in the vaps, confused, I see myself with high heels, pantyhose, memories come back to me about the bet. I dreamed Marc fucked me. But when I feel something dripping from my butt and I see Marc naked next to me like a worm I understand that it was not a dream. The bastard really fucked me. I get up and take a shower.
I’m in the living room having my coffee, in a bizarre state. I’m pissed about what Marc did to me but at the same time I loved it too much. Marc wakes up and enters the living room and finds me bizarre and says :
Marc: Hello you it’s okay
Me: You fucked me bastard, you took advantage of me being drunk and you fucked me
Marc: no, look, I was a little drunk too and I don’t know what got me. I’m sorry.
Me: yes it’s no use being sorry, what is done is done
Marc : listen, you don’t have to make a big deal out of it, besides, you didn’t push me away. Just ask yourself the right questions, that’s all. If you didn’t push me away, you loved me, didn’t you ? I’m wrong.
I keep my head down and I don’t answer. Because I knew I had an unforgettable time.
Marc: answer, Did you like it ? if so then why make a drama. If we don’t, we’ll forget about it and we’ll talk about it and it’ll stay between us.
Me : I’m not gay or gay, but strangely I liked it I admit.
Marc: well, now stop messing around, it’ll be between us anyway.
I finish my coffee and head to the room, lie down there and spend a good part of the day thinking about the night before. Marc does some storage. Around 6pm Marc comes to see me and says :
I’m gonna go to the supermarket and go shopping, okay ?
Marc: are you okay ?
Me: it’s okay yes
Marc: you need me to bring you something ?
Me: no thanks it’s good
As soon as I hear Marc’s car move away, I head to his mother’s dressing room. I don’t know why but I had a crazy desire to feel the softness of pantyhose on my legs. Maybe it’s my feminine side that reveals itself. I know Marc has at least an hour. I take self-fixing stockings this time I put on. I also put on a black thong and bra set, I filled the bras with black socks. I look in the closet and I take a tight dark red dress that happens to me just above the knees. I take ankle boots with 10 cm heels. I stand in front of the mirror and tape instantly. I like what I see and I feel good perched on those heels. I walk to the living room to feel the softness of the stockings on my legs. I go to the room I go to the dresser and without thinking I put on lipstick, mascara to sublimate my look and woman’s perfume. I put myself back in front of the mirror and tape even more when I see myself like this. I think back to the night before and how Marc had made love to me and it turns me on even more. I go to the living room shakes me a glass of whiskey well dosed and there I start to cogiter :
Marc will be back soon is what I stay like this. How will he take it. Yesterday it did not bother him and it was he who pushed me to dress up. Then I tell myself, I’m good like that, I love it, I stay that way.