Vicious Beach - Perfect Choice

"But that's not what happened," she asked, "is it?"

"No Mistress," Troy replied, "not even close. I pulled the underwear up my legs with my back to the mirror, not wanting to see how ridiculous I looked. When I got them all the way up over my hips I was surprised, first by how comfortable they were and then by how much I enjoyed the feeling of the tight fabric wrapped around my cock. I took a few steps and then turned around slowly, almost as if I was in a dream. I couldn't take my eyes off them. It was as if I was seeing myself for the first time."

"That's because you were," she interrupted, "you may even feel that way in a few seconds when you turn around."

"Wha... Why?"

"Turn around and see for yourself." She turned him around in the tub watching his expression change as the mirrored walls around the tub presented his new appearance. Completely devoid of hair, except for the small patch above his penis and the short stubble remaining on his testicles he looked decidedly more effeminate. She knew by the look on his face that he was intrigued but she asked anyway, just to hear him admit it.

"What do you think?"

"I, I like it Mistress, I feel very...um..."

"Pretty?" she suggested.

"Yes Mistress," he admitted, his face blushing as he caught her reflection in the mirror. "Very pretty."

"I thought you might think so," she said, "that's why I want you to look this way from now on. Can you do that for me sweetie? Can you keep yourself pretty for me?"

"Yes Mistress," Troy answered, "whatever you desire."

"I can't tell you how happy that makes me," she said, "now turn back around, there's one more thing I have to do before you can get dressed."

Troy turned back around to see her holding a small pink can of shave gel and a Venus razor. He had become so engrossed in the story of his first feminization he had forgotten what she had said about shaving him. He stood completely still as she applied the cold gel to his skin, nearly screaming in terror as she ran the razor with one deft stroke underneath his balls. She held his penis aloft between the thumb and forefinger of her other hand, each short quick stroke of the razor increasing his level of anxiety.

"There now all finished," she said stepping back and admiring her work, "no go rinse yourself off with cold water. And wash your hair with this."

She handed him a bottle of shampoo and conditioner, each one with a picture of a leafy purple lilac on the label. "Make sure you let the conditioner stay in for at least three minutes."

Troy retreated to the shower again, his testicles already shrinking to his body in anticipation of the torment he was about to endure. Again. The three minutes seemed to take forever and when he exited his genitals were again wrinkled and shrunken.

"Cone here and sit down," she said pointing to the chair at the vanity. "I have a special idea for your hair."

Troy sat down, his wet body shivering, watching as she started to put a small roller on the end of his hair. He did not want to know what the outcome would be, but he was sure that it would be much worse than he could imagine. She had poured him another drink and he finished it quickly, the heat of the vodka biting sharply into his throat.

"I want to hear the rest of the story sweetie," she said, "it was just starting to get good."

"Yes Mistress," he replied, continuing, "I stood in front of the mirror for quite some time, turning to the left and the right, trying to see myself from every angle. It wasn't until I turned almost completely around to see my ass that I realized that I was posing..."

"Isn't that interesting," she said sarcastically, "poses like what, a Victoria's Secret model?"

"I guess," he replied, "I didn't really think of it then but yes, kind of like that Mistress."

"Please," she said, "continue...."

"So I was standing there mimicking what a lingerie model might do when my hand brushed across the front of the panties,"

"April's panties," she interjected.

"April's panties," he repeated, "I began rubbing my myself through the thin fabric of the, April's, panties not surprised to find my self already aroused. I didn't stop for a while, running my hands over my hips, my crotch, and my ass, wearing April's tight leopard print panties bringing me to a level of arousal that I had never felt before. It didn't take long before I felt the first urges of climax, and I pulled my penis out of April's panties seconds before I ejaculated breathlessly into my hand."

"Did you take April's panties off after that," she asked, "or did you pull them back on and crawl into bed?"

"I pulled them back on Mistress," he answered, knowing it was of no use to lie.

"I thought so," she said knowingly. "But tell me sweetie, how many more times did you masturbate while wearing April's little panties?"

"Only once," he answered.

"And in the morning when you woke up," she inquired, "you did again didn't you, you little femme-slut?"

"Yes Mistress."

"And you never wore a pair of panties again?" she asked.

"No Mistress."

"Until today," she said. "Why didn't you? I know you must've wanted to, that was clearly evident by your erection on the beach as well as the one you're so rudely displaying now...."

"I'm sorry Mistress, I can't help it," he moaned.

"I have something that will help," she said as she reached down and opened the cupboard under the sink. She pulled out an unbroken ice-pack and cracked it, beginning to massage the crystals inside.

"Now answer my question slut," she demanded, "why did you never explore your desires to be feminized?"

"I don't know Mistress, I just never thought any my girlfriends would understand."

"I understand," she said soothingly, "I understand perfectly. I can help you realize all the desires you have to be feminized, I'm the dominant woman you've always wanted but were too afraid to find. Come with me my little femme, I have something I know you'll like."

Troy took her hand and followed behind her obediently, all thoughts of resistance diminished as she led him into her bedroom. The room was large and inviting, with walls painted a deep crimson with dark mahogany trim. A gold colored settee was arranged in the far corner under a bay of windows offering a breathtaking view of the ocean and in front of it lay a white bearskin rug. But the room was dominated by a plush, four poster mahogany California king bed and the rich golden comforter that seemed to glow in the subdued light. Adorned with countless maroon and purple pillows it was a bed fit for a queen. On it lay her gift.

Troy couldn't believe his eyes. On the bed lay a pair of white lace panties, trimmed in small pink lace scallops. Arranged above and below the panties was a matching open-cup balconette bra and a garter belt with four garters, each with a tiny pink bow at the top. Completing the outfit was a pair of sheer white stockings. A pair of strappy high heeled sandals nearly identical to the red ones he had worn earlier, only in white and a white mesh and lace robe. He did not know why but he could feel a smile forming on his lips.

"I think these will be to your liking," she said smiling at his expression of admiration. "But first I want you to have a seat at the vanity in the corner so I can do your make-up and relieve your girl-cock."

Troy was surprised at how disappointed he felt, he desperately wanted to feel the pretty white lace against his skin. But it would have to wait. The next thing he would feel would be the frozen sting of the ice pack being pressed against his groin.

"Holding this between your legs should do the trick," she said as she pushed him down on to the stool in front of the vanity. Pressing the ice pack against him she gave him another instruction. "

Now cross your right leg over your left at the knees, keep those thighs closed nice and tight...push your shoulders back, back arched slightly to show off your breasts....that's it...now fold your hands in your lap....excellent. This, is how I want you to sit from now on. Pretty and provocative like the femme-slut that you are..."

"Yes Mistress," he answered softly, the ice between his thighs beginning to numb him already as she spun him easily on the stool so that his back was to the mirror.

She bent over him as she applied a generous base coat, and small amount of rouge to his cheeks, knowing full well that he was getting quite a good look at her cleavage. Her nipples had become pointed and hard in the cool temperature and she knew it would only serve to heighten his infatuation. Light pink eye shadow came next followed by eyeliner and thickening mascara after she curled his lashes. She traced the contour of his lips with a deep red colorstay lip liner, then painted them with a deep red colorstay lip color and gloss, making his lips look beautifully soft and wet. She then painted his finger and toenails a shimmering pink. When she was finished Troy's male features were virtually invisible.

"My, my," she sighed, "that made quite a difference. In fact I don't think your name suits you any longer."

Troy could only look up at her, suddenly very docile and submissive.

She reached over his shoulder and retrieved a pink satin sleep mask from the table. Putting it over his eyes she thrust him into total darkness. She reached between his legs and removed the icepack, nodding proudly as she saw the effects. His testicles though still large and full were pulled tight to his crotch, forming a single ball no larger than a kiwi, and his penis had nearly retreated inside his groin, looking more like a knuckle than a phallus.

"You've become a very obedient and submissive femme," she remarked, picking up the panties from the bed. "It makes be very happy to bestow my gifts upon you."

She slipped the white stretch lace panties over his ankles and up over his knees, pulling him to his feet before sliding them up his thighs. "You will answer to the name 'Lacy' from this point on. It is a name befitting of the feminine attributes you readily possess."

"Yes Mistress," he answered, nodding nervously. He could feel the panties at the base of his scrotum as she slid them slowly, agonizingly slowly, up over his hips.

She watched as he held his breath, every subtle movement heightening the sensation of the soft, feminine fabric on his sensitive skin. His hands were curled into tight fists at his sides, and he suddenly bit his lips trying to stifle the moan that sought to escape his throat. She pressed close to him, brushing her nipples, now rock hard from arousal as well as the cool temperature, across his bare chest. The sleep mask was doing its job. By cutting out his optical stimulus it heightened his sense of touch and his arousal. And it could not have been more evident when he let out an impassioned sigh as she slid the thong back of the panties between his trembling buttocks.

"How does that feel Lacy?" she whispered as she encircled his waist, pulling the thong tight against him.

"Wonderful..." he breathed, "It feels wonderful Mistress."

"And this..." she asked, pulling the stretch lace panties tightly around his shrunken genitals.

"Mistresss..." was all he could manage as she pressed the top of her thigh against his crotch.

"Back to being a femme-slut I see," she teased as his penis instantly began to grow inside his panties.

"Yes Mistress."

"We'll have to do something about that," she said as she slid her hand over his panties, "won't we?"

"Yes Mistress..." The pleasure in his groin was unbearable as her fingers massaged the soft flesh of his testicles through the snug material.

"Why did you lie to me Lacy?" she whispered in his ear. "You said that you were going to be a good girl from now on, didn't you?"

She punctuated her last question with a threatening squeeze of his sac.

"Yes Mistress," he answered, swallowing hard.

"But you can't behave," she asked, "can you Lacy?"

"No Mistress," he admitted.

"Why Lacy?" She continued to massage his balls, their weight in her hands growing heavier and more responsive. "Is it because you're an effeminate little panty-slut?"

"Yes Mistress."

"I want to hear you say it Lacy," she demanded, squeezing his balls a little harder. "I want to hear you admit what you are..."

"I'm an effeminate little panty-slut Mistress," he whispered.

"Louder."

"I'M AN EFFEMINATE LITTLE PANTY SLUT," he said, nearly shouting in his womanly voice.

"Do you think you can keep from cumming in your pretty lace panties long enough to get dressed?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Good..." she said, pulling away from him, "...hold your arms straight out in front of you, palms up."

Troy did as he was instructed, the throbbing in his panties growing more and more persistent, driving him insane with lust. He had never been so emasculated in his entire life, and yet with each submissive act he became increasingly aroused. The more he surrendered the more liberated he felt.

His thoughts were suddenly cut short by two soft clicks from behind him.

"Don't worry Lacy," she said, "these are for my private collection."

"Oh my God," he thought "she's taking pictures?! How would she.."

"Don't worry sweetie," she said as if reading his thoughts, "its a digital. I just got a great shot of your ass in your pretty little thong. I can't wait to get one from the front..."

Troy didn't, couldn't respond.

"I promise you," she said as she came up behind him, placing on hand on his left buttock and giving it a reassuring squeeze, "I'll never threaten you with them, or use them as blackmail. OK?"

"Yes Mistress," he answered, trusting her his only option.

"I can't wait for you to see how sexy you look Lacy..."

She pulled the matching lace bra off the bed, and slipped it over his wrists. She slid the spaghetti straps of the underwire shelf bra up over his arms and shoulders she knew it would be the perfect fit. She clasped the hook and eye closure at his spine as tight as it could go and adjusted the shoulder straps so the underwire pressed underneath his pectoral muscle, his nipples clearly visible above the white lace and pink trim.

"Just beautiful Lacy," she remarked as she pushed his arms down and turned him to face her. "You're going to make a very sexy little femme-slut, I think April would be impressed."

"Yes Mistress," he said as he heard several more clicks of the camera

"Maybe we should call and invite her over," she joked. "I'll bet she'd love to hear how you masturbated while wearing her panties..."

"Mistress, I," Troy started to say.

"In fact," she continued, ignoring him, "I bet you'd love to show her, wouldn't you?"

"Mistress," he begged, "please n."

"I thought so," she interrupted. "I expected that a little whore like you would be an exhibitionist. That's why I invited my friends here to see you while you were upstairs working on your walk." She watched as his jaw dropped, his brightly painted lips trembling as he struggled to find the words. She kept them in his mouth as she surprised him with a deep, passionate kiss. She let her tongue probe his mouth while her hands caressed first his bra then his panties, tracing the contour of each over his smooth skin. She let her finger fall between the cleft of his buttocks following the narrow thong as it disappeared between his legs. She felt him tense as she grazed his asshole beneath his panties, and pressed against it softly, gently raising him onto his toes and pulling him to her.

"They'll be here tomorrow," she whispered as she broke the kiss. "If you are not here in the morning when I wake up I'll understand....."

But she knew he would and as she picked up the garter belt she told him so. "But I think you'll still be here. A pretty slut like you will jump at the chance to show off her body especially in the bikini I pick out for you Lacy."

"Mistress, I.."

"Quiet Lacy," she said soothingly, her hand cupping his face, "I already know what your answer will be, even if you do not. I want you to forget about that for now and concentrate on becoming the pretty little slut that we both know you want to be, alright?"

"Yes Mistress," he acknowledged, trying to put the image of hundreds of leering people out of his mind.

"Besides there are only four of them," she said, standing in front of him, "and they are all women."

She knew that he had pictured the house full of people and this would be a relief to him. Little did he know that he would find no relief in his submissiveness or his feminization. He would truly know what it was to be a femme-slut. And he would enjoy every humiliating second of it.

Troy just nodded in agreement, comforted by the fact that there would only be the five of them,

no thought of leaving his mistress arising. He quickly forgot about any of it however when she wrapped her arms around him and fastened the stretch lace garter belt around his waist . The clasps on the ends of the garters slapped his thighs softly as she adjusted the belt and then led him over to the bed, every step seductive and provocative. She sat him down on the bed and when he forgot to cross his legs she slapped him sternly on the outside of his thigh with the riding crop.

"Sit like a lady Lacy," she commanded. "The next time I have to tell you I'll bend you over like the slut you are."

"Yes Mistress," he replied, crossing his legs obediently.

"That's better," she said, "now point your toes at the floor."

Troy did as she instructed, seconds later feeling the cool nylon of the stockings being pulled over his feet.

"Now the other leg Lacy," she instructed.

A shiver went down his spine as she slid the other stocking on.

She pulled him to his feet and turned him sideways pulling the right stocking up above middle of his thigh, fastening the clasps of the garter to the white lace band at the top after carefully adjusting them so the line up the back was precisely centered on his calf and thigh. The garters framed his legs beautifully, the bows the perfect feminine accent. She faced him the other way, letting her fingers graze the hard bulge at the front of his panties, not surprised at all at its endurance. As she clasped the fourth and final garter, she sat him down on the bed and watched as he immediately crossed his legs. No doubt that was uncomfortable, she thought, given the magnitude of his girl-cock and the sheer fullness of his balls, but that was nothing compared to the alternative.

"Very nice Lacy," she praised, letting her hand fall lightly on his knee. "If it wasn't for that filthy lump in your panties you would certainly pass for a very attractive woman."

"Thank you Mistress," Troy answered, her compliment making him blush timidly.

"You're very welcome sweetie."

She knelt on the floor and slipped his foot into his shoe, buckling it tightly around his ankle. When she was finished she tapped him softly on his thigh and he obediently uncrossed and crossed his legs in the other direction. She took his hands from his lap and pulled him to his feet, admiring the extent of his emasculation with a wicked grin. She licked her lips excitedly while she snapped a few more shots. She then helped him into the short, sheer robe, tied it loosely around his waist and led him back into the bathroom to conclude his physical transformation.

She poured him another drink and wrapped his hand around it, guiding the straw between his painted lips and began to remove the curlers. Tight springy curls emerged on the ends of his hair with distinct feminine bounce. She then parted his hair to the side, pulling the top over his head and fastening it with a large and bejeweled pink and white barrette. It was a smart and sleek hairstyle, obvious in both its beauty and its precocity. It would've been nearly impossible to make him look more like a beautiful young femme than she already had. She refilled his drink and led him back into the bedroom.