Feminized by Girlfriend Pt. 03

As I began walking down the stairs to the dinner table, I couldn't help but become overwhelmed with the amazing feeling of my bare legs encased in the pantyhose rubbing together. The sight of my black skirt hugging me and swaying with my hips made me feel so vulnerable, yet beautiful at the same time. I began to realise I was really starting to enjoy this, and I think Carla started to catch on to the fact that I was. I didn't know where it would lead, but I didn't want it to stop.

As we got to the table, Carla pulled out the chair for me, making me feel even more feminine than I already was. As I sat down like I usually do, Carla was quick to make a fuss out of it.

"That is not how girls sit, honey. Stand up now!"

I stood up, almost fearing her dominance at this point.

"When us girlies sit, we smooth out our skirts over our bottom, and we cross our legs so that creepy men can't get a sneaky look up our skirts, unless we want them to." Carla said with a wink.

Carla really was beginning to take this further. Constantly referring to me as a girl and making sure that my behaviour was consistent with how girls would normally behave. I guess if I was dressed like a girl, I would have to act like one.

As I started to sit down, I smoothed my skirt over my bottom noting the amazing feeling of all the materials rubbing up against my hairless legs. I then crossed one leg over the other and was shocked. Waist down, I looked like all the secretaries and office workers that I wished I could have ravished. Yet here I am dressed exactly like one of them. Maybe I envied them? Maybe all I wanted was to subconsciously be as beautiful and elegant as them.

Carla smiled. "Good girl honey, you're getting the hang of things really quickly, I'm pleased with your progress."

Progress? What progress, I thought. Then it dawned on me. Over the last couple of days, I've gone from lounging around in tracksuit pants and jumpers to now having my legs hairless and encased in the beautiful nylon pantyhose, my toes painted, my bum covered in lacy panties, and my waist tightly hugged by a black skirt.

As we were sitting there enjoying a lovely home cooked meal, Carla slid her hand up my skirt and began to run her hand higher and higher.

"Feels nice, doesn't it honey."

"It does." I meekly responded.

"I bet you didn't think that you would enjoy being my girl this much, did you?" Carla said with a grin.

"It's different, that's for sure."

As her hand got higher and higher, she finally reached my penis and began to slowly rub it.

"It doesn't matter what you tell me, your little man never lies honey."

She got me there. It's always betrayed me. It gives away when I enjoy something too much, so there is no point lying to her about any of this.

As she continued to rub, she calmly said

"Baby, girls like you don't have big penises, it's very un-lady like to have an erection poking out of your skirt like this. We can talk about it later, but I just want you to know it doesn't look good."

What did she mean? Was she planning to get rid of my penis? That would definitely be a step too far, and one that I'm not willing to participate in.

Carla stopped rubbing me, slapped me on my penis quite firmly, and then spoke up.

"Now that we've eaten, get into the kitchen and do the dishes. I want them spotless, and I also want you to wipe the table down."

Usually, I'd have just left Carla to do the dishes and I'd do other things like take out the garbage. But something came over me. I almost felt a sense of duty to listen to her and act out my role of what seemed to be a woman. The feeling of vulnerability prevented me from speaking up, I just accepted what I was told to do. It was definitely an odd feeling just accepting it, and I feel like it had to do with the way I was dressed.

As I stood up to collect the dinner plates, Carla slapped me on my ass. I jolted. It was painful, but I derived a little pleasure out of it. What was happening to me? Was I enjoying being objectified by my own girlfriend, except while being dressed as a girl?

As I was cleaning the dishes being mindful not to get my beautiful skirt dirty, Carla was sitting on the lounge watching TV. It's almost like we had swapped roles in the house in a matter of days, and I wasn't even complaining. I felt like I couldn't complain. Something about the way I was dressed stopped me from speaking up.

I could feel her eyes staring at me from the lounge.

"Honey, I think we need to get you a pair of nice heels so your bum sticks out a little, we need to emphasise it more."

I chuckled as said "Babe, there is no way I could walk in heels, I'd break my leg before I could even get them on. Besides, I have size 10 feet, no one makes heels for people with that size feet."

"Oh honey, relax. I wasn't being serious. I was just thinking how good you would look in a nice set of stilettos. A beautiful set of heels really elongate the legs and makes your bum stick out a little more. I mean, let's be honest, heels wouldn't really be much of an issue with you, you're already dressed like a hot secretary."

Carla wasn't wrong. I could start to see what she was doing. She would go piece by piece and push very slowly. She would gauge my reaction to what she would say, and then push for me to do it, admittedly she didn't need to push that hard. First the painted toenails, then the panties and pantyhose, and now the skirt. Could the heels really be next? Even if they were, I was sure no one made heels to fit my feet.

As I finished the dished, I walked over to Carla on the lounge with my hips swaying side to side. God, it felt good.

"Come here honey, sit on my lap facing me." Said Carla.

As I sat on her lap, she pulled me in for a kiss. We began making out like we did when we first met, except I was sitting on her for the first time. She got very hands on. She put both hands under my skirt and grabbed my ass, slapping it and squeezing it, just like I used to do to her. I felt so vulnerable, yet so wanted. I've never felt this desired in my entire life, and all it took was dressing up and sitting on Carla's lap.

"Honey, what are you doing?" Carla said with a smile.

I broke out of my trance and asked what she meant.

"You're grinding your ass on me and gyrating your hips around my pussy." She said with a little giggle.

I didn't have the slightest clue that's what I was doing. It was rather embarrassing so I stopped.

"Sorry honey, I got carried away, it felt so nice with your hands all over me."

Carla slapped my ass and said, "I didn't say stop, did I?"

So, I slowly began to get back into grinding on her, except this time Carla began to thrust into me with passion, almost like she had a penis. It was an amazing sensation. The pantyhose, the skirt, the thrusting and gyrating was driving me insane. I wanted to be wanted by her.

Carla then pushed me onto my back and hiked up my skirt. I lay there allowing this to happen, yet again feeling so vulnerable and helpless. The pulled my pantyhose down and frees my penis from within my panties. I've never been harder in my life.

Carla began to suck and it's the most amazing blowjob ever. Her technique, her enthusiasm, and her gorgeous lips surrounding my penis as she bobs up and down, up and down. I'm close to coming, I can feel it building deep within me.

"Carla, I'm about to cum." I say as I can feel my cum making its way down my urethra and about to explode.

Usually as this point Carla stops sucking and then finishes me off with her hand. She didn't stop. She kept going. She has never let me cum in her mouth. Maybe this was my lucky day!

"Ugh. Ugh. Ugh". I pant as I close my eyes.

As I come to my sense, I notice Carla is sitting upright with a big smile on her face. She has never swallowed ever.

"Baby, that was amazing. I can't believe you swallowed. What's gotten into you?" I said whilst panting.

Carla pulled me close; she was going in for a kiss. Her lips met mine, and that's when I realised. She hadn't swallowed. Before I had time to react, she forced all of my own cum into my mouth. I was trying to let go and break the kiss, but she held on to the back of my head tight. I was struggling to breathe, I needed air desperately.

Our eyes locked, and she just shook her head in a 'yes' motion whilst keeping her lips up against mine, ensuring that I couldn't break free. She wanted me to swallow. Never in my life did I think I would be in this position. My girlfriend feeding me my own cum whilst I sit with her dressed up as a secretary.

I know the only way I would get out of this would be to satisfy her demands. I took one last look in her eyes. That's when it happened. I swallowed. I swallowed my own cum, from my girlfriends' mouth. It was slimy, warm, and a little salty. What have I done? I was still turned on. I couldn't help but stay hard after having received the best blowjob of my life and swallowing my own cum. I was forced. She forced me to swallow it, or did she really? Did she really force me? Or did I feel like I was in a position where I wanted to be forced? All of these thoughts are racing through my mind and i begin to wonder everything I've believe about myself.

"Good girl honey, that's how us girls should treat our men, by swallowing their cum. I'm proud of you baby." Said Carla with a sincere tone.

I couldn't even respond. I was speechless. It was so hot and such a turn on. My head was spinning, I feel like I'm not in reality. My whole world feels like it's been turned upside down.

"Let's get cleaned up and go to bed honey. You have a big day working from home tomorrow and I wouldn't want you to be tired." Carla said whilst giving me a big hug.

With that, we both showered and cleaned ourselves up. Before we got into bed, Carla tossed a pair of black lace panties and a silky nightgown my way.

"Us girls love to sleep in sexy outfits, this nightgown will suit you perfectly honey."

As usual, I pull up the panties thinking that I enjoy the tight-fitting feeling of them, and then I slide on the nightgown. The feeling against my skin is electric. Why do they not make nightwear like this for men? It's a real shame that women get all the soft, silky, and pretty options.

We lay down in bed exhausted after today's events. Carla rolls over and starts spooning me. I feel so vulnerable, so feminine, and so complete. I love her, and the journey she's starting to take me on.

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Again thank you everyone for the comments and feedback. I really do appreciate it. Apologies if the storyline is a little too slow, I like to develop the characters over time and make sure there is always a nice surprise in the next part of the story.