Creating Ginger Ch. 03

Author's note: This is a story of a loving, married couple who wanted to expand their boundaries. It involves crossdressing, gender play and their foray into, cuckoldry, dominance and submission. If these are not topics you are interested in, then please move along.

In the below story I refer to the male character several ways but try to maintain a consistent in referring to ginger in female terms. With that said, the reader will definitely see some possible confusion when I refer to "Michelle's husband" but also refer to "her" and "ginger" in the same sentence. Also, because ginger's sexual excitement is still based on a genetically male organ, it was unavoidable to use the term "her hardon". I hope this will alleviate confusion, enjoy the story.

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Pulling into the garage, ginger got out of the car and headed into the house. Over the past few months Friday's had quickly become her favorite day of the week as most weekends were spent as ginger. Already removing her work wardrobe as she stepped into the laundry room, she could hardly wait to see what Ms. Michelle had left for her to wear tonight. Of the two large closets in the laundry room, one had been converted into ginger's male wardrobe. After she'd placed her work clothing in the hamper, and put her wallet and watch in the appropriate bin, ginger slipped into a pair of 3" heels before walking into the connecting bathroom.

The sound of her heels on the tile floor were always a welcome sign to ginger. It had become the little things she looked forward to each day, her pink razors, the body spray which was just masculine enough to pass but came in a white bottle with pink hearts, lipstick on her glass, and heels on the tile floor. Truth be told, ginger even enjoyed the morning yoga and diet she'd been on for the past month as she'd shed a few pounds. Not only did she feel better, but all of her clothing fit better as well. Feeling the familiar tingle in her panties, ginger started doing her mascara.

While she'd gotten better at doing her makeup, ginger still struggled with the amount of time it took to get ready. Even without interruptions it still took her fifteen minutes to get her makeup done, although the amount of time it took was lessening, it was still a struggle.

"Thankfully," ginger said as she picked up her favorite wig, "I don't have to worry about doing my hair like real women do!"

With her wig on and adjusted properly, ginger opened the linen closet in the bathroom where Ms. Michelle laid out her wardrobe each day. The sight of it, even if it was a casual outfit, excited ginger to no end. This outfit made ginger's crotch jump. Quickly removing the stockings, panties and camisole she'd worn to work ginger started with the large silver butt plug with the heart shaped base. Breathing deeply, and exhaling slowly, ginger lubed the thick bulb generously before rubbing the excess lube around her asshole.

"Breathe," she whispered to herself as she pressed the plug to her ass, "just breathe and relax."

It took a couple attempts, but ginger managed to finally get the plug seated in place. Taking an extra moment to make sure the heart was facing in the right direction, ginger wiped away the excess lube before returning to the closet. Stepping into the high cut white sheer bikinis, ginger tugged them into place, unknowingly biting her bottom lip as they pulled her boy parts in tight to her body. Next came the matching sheer cup bra with lace edges that ginger pushed a pair of C cup falsies into. Adding the pink plaid "micro-mini" and the small blouse which only tied at the center of her chest, ginger picked up her socks and heels.

"You know when you bought this for Michelle," she said to her reflection, "you never figured you'd be the one wearing it!"

After pulling on the white ruffled ankle socks, ginger stepped into the black patent 3" heels, then took one more twirling look in the full length mirror behind the door to the laundry room. The ultra-short skirt made her already long legs appear longer, while her real looking nipples were fairly visible through the bra and blouse, the heart shaped plug was undeniably noticeable particularly when she leaned forward. Feeling sexy as hell ginger stepped into the laundry room and was about to head into the open concept living room, dining room, kitchen space.

"I'm not sure where George keeps it Steve," Michelle said in the distance, "but I'm pretty sure the weed whacker is in the garage. Why don't you come in and take a look?"

"Oh shit!" Hissed ginger.

Steve was their neighbor, and a bit of a loud mouth, there was no way in hell ginger could let him see her dressed up! Ducking back into the bathroom, ginger grabbed the items on the counter and stuffed them into a bag. Hearing them enter the laundry room, which was the only way to access the garage as well as the bathroom ginger was hiding in, ginger took the bag and herself into the small linen closet.

"Hey, George's car is here!" Steve said as they opened the door to the garage. "He must be around her somewhere!"

"Sometimes he goes upstairs to use the bathroom there," Michelle's voice gave a hint of concern as she wondered where her husband was hiding and what he was wearing, "you know how some guys are particular when they sit to read."

"That is true!" Steve replied with a chuckle. "Oh, there it is!"

Just then ginger remembered they'd changed the knob on the bathroom closet to one that locked from the inside just in case someone came over while ginger was home. Pushing the knob in and slowly turning it, ginger was now safely locked inside.

"Thanks so much," Steve said returning from the garage, "I just need to pop in and use your bathroom if that's okay."

True to form, Steve didn't really wait for a response. If he knew his friend was barely feet away, trying her best to look through the louvers of the door to see where Steve was, wearing an over the top slutty school girl outfit Steve would never leave! That and ginger would never live it down! With her heart pounding, ginger could almost hear the blood rushing past her ears.

"Shit," Steve said after washing his hands, "no towel."

Just then Steve's feet appeared in ginger's view. When she'd hurried to clean off the counter of her makeup she'd taken the towel with her. Thank God they'd gotten a locking doorknob! Still, ginger grabbed the doorknob from her side, holding it as tightly as she could.

"Huh," Steve said after trying the knob, "must be stuck."

Unable to breathe a sigh of relief until Steve was out of the house, ginger stood frozen, watching Steve dry his hands on his pants. With her head spinning, ginger's hand was still tightly gripping the doorknob when Michelle's feet appeared.

"Hello in there," Michelle said knocking on the door, "care to come out of the closet now?" Snickering at her words, Michelle leaned down so she could look up the louvers. "It's okay, he's gone," she said unable to see her husband's face, "I promise."

Unlocking the door, ginger was still frozen as Michelle opened it. While Michelle was very concerned about ginger, she couldn't help but look over the outfit she had on and think about what Steve would have thought seeing it! Unable to stop it, Michelle laughed whole heartedly at the sight and thought.

"I'm glad you think it's funny!" Said a wounded ginger.

"Oh I just can't," Michelle's sides hurt from laughing, "I just can't even imagine what would have happened if he'd manage to open that door!"

"We'd have to move," ginger replied cracking a smile, "tonight!"

"Think that would be soon enough?" Michelle replied trying to compose herself. "I mean this is Steve we're talking about," she continued as she coaxed ginger out of the closet, "he'd have a bullhorn broadcasting the news before the front door closed behind him!"

"Oh my God, I know!"

"Although," Michelle said as she cupped the front of ginger's bursting panties, "some part of you was very excited about this whole thing!"

In all of her horror and thoughts about being discovered ginger had no idea that her raging hardon was straining at the material of the tight panties she had on. Not only that, but there was a large wet spot Michelle was currently rubbing with her thumb. With Michelle's hand cupping ginger's swollen and tightly held balls, it was an exquisite torture for the orgasm deprived ginger.

"I don't know why Ms. Michelle," replied ginger as her knees buckled slightly, "because I was scared out of my mind he'd find me!"

"By the way, I told him he could return the weed whacker after golf tomorrow morning." Michelle said as she quickly released ginger's quivering crotch. "I bet you forgot about that huh?" Again, ginger went white.

"Unpack your bag on the counter again, then meet me in the kitchen, I just can't enjoy this outfit in this room."

Dutifully following Michelle's direction, ginger couldn't help but wonder how she would manage tomorrow. Thankfully, this was off season for the locals, so ginger would be fine golfing in pants, but what would Ms. Michelle want her to wear? Since the Halloween party ginger's male underwear had been reduced to one pair, at that it was a pair of royal blue bikinis, that ginger was sure were a size too small. The idea of the monthly golf outing hadn't occurred to ginger until just now.

"You must be really concerned about golf tomorrow," Michelle said as ginger approached, "that's the closest you've ever gotten to the sliding glass door since this all started!"

"Yes, Ms. Michelle," came the sheepish reply, "I am concerned."

"What were you thinking you were going to wear tomorrow morning?" Michelle teased.

"A golf shirt and pants Ms." ginger replied unable to look up at her wife.

"And underneath?" Michelle asked raising an eyebrow.

"That is up to you Ms.," ginger answered, "you always pick out my undies."

"I'm sure you have a preference though." Michelle watched ginger practically shake in fear. "Obviously, a corset wouldn't be good, either would your new boobs and a sexy bra."

"Please no Ms. Michelle," ginger's knees buckled slightly causing Michelle to wonder if she were about to kneel and beg, "I'll do anything to avoid that."

"Listen baby girl," Michelle approached ginger as she spoke, ending up standing in front of her cupping the front of her moist panties again, "I would never do that to you." The still swollen cock in ginger's sheer panties had yet to stop leaking as Michelle massaged it. "I mean what would the neighbors think of me, if you showed up to golf with these boobs sticking out? Imagine if we didn't live here with this conservation area behind us?" Quickly nodding, ginger was thrilled about the privacy of their home. "I'll keep you safe baby girl," Michelle released ginger's crotch causing her to lean forward to chase her hand, "but we're going to have to work a tradeoff over this."

"Tradeoff Ms.?" ginger asked tentatively.

"Well you did just say you'd do anything," Michelle put extra emphasis on the last word for effect, "to limit my options for dressing you!" Michelle watched as ginger's head and shoulders dropped in defeat. "Don't you worry your pretty little head about it sweetie," Michelle was now grinning like the Cheshire cat, "now turn around and bend forward so I can see that cute little heart buried between your cheeks!"

Doing as she was told, ginger turned around, then leaned forward slightly. "Oh no," Michelle said guiding her sissy husband ever so slightly, "elbows on the counter, back arched, like a good girl." Quickly complying, ginger arched her back knowing her heart shape plug was on full display. "That is so adorable," Michelle cooed letting her fingernails slowly drag up the back of ginger's thighs, "I bet it feels amazing too doesn't it baby girl?"

"Yes, Ms.!" The reply was more of a soft moan which made Michelle smile.

"And that yoga has been doing wonders for your legs and butt," Michelle continued as she moved behind ginger, turning her hands so her palms were on ginger's ass, "so toned and sexy."

While she didn't realize it, ginger's hips were moving ever so slightly while a thin line of precum extended from the front of her bikinis past her knee. Michelle's voice was soft and sultry, yet commanding. Her hands on ginger's legs, the nails digging in just enough, bordering on discomfort but feeling amazing. Michelle's hands were inside the tight bikinis, now slipping to ginger's hips, gripping the horny sissy tightly.

"I have such a wonderful idea," Michelle bumped her body into ginger's ass, catching their reflection in the refrigerator door, "are you game for it sissy girl?"

"Yes, Ms.!" Came the breathy reply.

"First things first," Michelle smirked, still bumping into ginger, feeling herself getting excited at the idea of fucking her like this, "we do have to discuss what happened with Steve after all." Too lost in the moment, ginger replied acceptance while imaging Ms. Michelle doing far more than simulated fucking. "Where was the towel that was hanging in the bathroom?"

"In a panic," ginger panted, "I scooped it up with my things and took it into the closet with me."

"That was naughty of you wasn't it?" Michelle bumped into ginger quicker, gripping her hips tighter, all the while watching her body react.

"Yes, Ms.!" Like a true woman, ginger flung her head back, sweeping her hair to the side and looking back at Michelle wantonly.

"Are you saying yes to being naughty," Michelle held her body against ginger tightly as she spoke, "or to what I'm doing back her?" Looking down at the counter, Michelle knew ginger was blushing deeply. "No need to be embarrassed ginger," Michelle slid her right hand off ginger's hip, pressing her thumb against the heart between ginger's cheeks, "tell me honestly what you want!"

"The idea of you fucking me like this," ginger's voice quivered as she spoke, "has me on the verge of cumming Ms. Michelle."

"Good girl ginger," Michelle continued to tease ginger with the plug as she spoke, "I'm glad you said it out loud, because I really want to fuck your sissy ass!" Michelle could feel ginger shake at her words. "For the meantime, until I get a strapon harness that is," again ginger's body reacted excitedly, "you did take the towel with you into the closet and as a result were almost caught."

"Sorry, Ms. Michelle." ginger replied sincerely.

Keeping her right thumb on ginger's plug base, Michelle moved to ginger's left side while taking her left hand and gliding it to ginger's lower back. With the fingers of her right hand gripping ginger's left inner thigh, Michelle moved her thumb in circles, moving the plug inside ginger. Whether it was brushing her prostate or not, Michelle really couldn't be sure, the reaction from ginger told her all she needed to know. Her sweet little cross dressing husband was putty in her hands right now! Sliding her left hand over ginger's panty covered ass, Michelle quickly gripped the thin material in a fist then tugged it upward sharply.

"Oh geez!" ginger blurted as she raised herself onto her toes.

"See, I knew you could wear a higher heel," Michelle teased as she held the panties in place while still moving the plug with her thumb, "you just needed the right motivation!"

Releasing her grip on ginger's left thigh, Michelle lifted her right hand before firmly swatting ginger's bare ass.

"Oh God!" ginger howled as she tried to stand up and cover her butt with her hands.

"Oh no, no," Michelle said pulling the panties up as high as she could, "back on those elbows, you did agree you should be punished!" Quickly complying, ginger tensed as her butt was swatted again. "Wait, what number are we on?"

"That was the second one Ms." ginger replied.

"But you haven't started counting," Michelle teased while keeping a tight grip on ginger's panties before spanking her again, "how can you be sure?"

"That was three Ms.!" ginger winced as she spoke.

"No one starts counting at three silly," Michelle scolded, "now start at one and do it right!"

"One Ms.!" ginger groused feeling her right butt cheek warming rapidly.

"That's better," Michelle suppressed a giggle as she spoke, "I think five each side will do!"

After a couple more counting lessons, ginger ended up with a sufficiently red bottom and Michelle with a slightly sore hand. Michelle didn't allow ginger to move right away, instead she used her phone to capture the moment for posterity and future embarrassment for ginger. Making sure to keep ginger as much on edge as possible, the couple enjoyed a peaceful dinner. After dinner, ginger cleared the table, then stood at the sink to wash the dishes by hand. Michelle had gotten ginger a pair of pink rubber gloves to wear while she did the dishes, which combined with the outfit were quite a sight.

"Umm, what are you doing ginger?" Michelle asked as she sat at the breakfast bar watching her charge.

"My bottoms are still, um, stuck Ms.," ginger replied moving her hand away from her butt, "I was going to undo the wedgie."

"Not a chance!" Michelle laughingly replied, "I think it looks hot! Don't you dare fix it!" Accepting her fate, ginger continued. "When you are done," Michelle said sliding off the stool, "meet me in the bedroom, we need to decide what you are wearing to golf tomorrow."

By the time ginger made her way upstairs Michelle had different outfits laid out on the bed to include underwear and socks. There were three of each article of clothing laid out on the bed, at least one of the three choices were articles ginger hoped she wouldn't have to wear, the second choice was somewhat acceptable, while the third were ideal. The ideal pants were a pair of tan ones that ginger loved, the less ideal pair were white and depending on what ginger had on underneath wouldn't be good to wear, while the third was a loud pair of green pants with white and yellow flowers that ginger had gotten as a joke. The ideal bottoms were a pair of stretchy tan bikinis, the somewhat acceptable ones were a bright yellow lace front thong while the one ginger didn't want to wear were a neon pink pair of panties that her boy parts routinely fell out of when she wore.

"What do you think?" Michelle stepped out of their master bathroom, leaning against the door and folding her arms across her body.

"Oh my," replied ginger, who made a not so subtle adjustment to the front of her panties as she looked at Michelle, "you look amazing Ms. Michelle."

While ginger had done the dishes Michelle had run upstairs to lay out her carefully selected outfit. Unbeknownst to ginger, Michelle had just received a form fitting black cocktail dress, which not only showed off her amazing curves but also accentuated her breasts. Michelle had paired that with a pair of tall black heels and added just enough makeup to pull her look all together.

"Well thank you sweetie," Michelle blushed slightly at the compliment, "but I was talking about what I've laid out for you."

"Umm, well some of it is great," ginger replied uneasily, "and others I'm hoping you won't pick Ms."

"That is where the fun comes in baby," Michelle approached ginger, slipping her hand against ginger's attention craved crotch, "tonight you have the opportunity to earn the outfits that you want to wear."

Michelle explained the very simple rules. She would give ginger a task to perform, the task was associated with a clothing choice. Depending on how well ginger accomplished or undertook the task would depend on which of the three selections ginger would get to wear.

"Here's an example," Michelle explained as she slowly sat and crossed her legs in one of the arm chairs in their bedroom, "if I tell you that you have to kiss my shoe, how you do it will directly correlate with the article of clothing you get to wear." Michelle's foot dangled and pointed toward ginger, who was unable to take her eyes off of it. "If you simply walk over, lean down, and give it a quick kiss," Michelle gave a deep frown and scowl as she spoke, "then you'll end up wearing those neon pink panties you hate so much." Cringing at the thought of playing 18 holes in those, ginger listened intently at how to avoid certain chaffing. "If you walk over, and kneel," Michelle very slowly uncrossed then recrossed her legs savoring ginger's attention, "then lovingly kiss them, then you'll get to wear that yellow thong." Confident she could do that easily, ginger wondered what it would take to get the best of the three options. "But, if you crawl slowly over her, licking your lips and trying to convince me you've wanted to do this your entire life," Michelle watched ginger's eyes devour her high heel, "then proceed to lick and kiss it like your life depends on it, only then do you get those stretchy tan bikinis you like so much. Got it?"