I'm Very Disappointed in You Pt. 20

The minister replied

"Oh I think it is...."

Larger his body more muscled Paul's hand slid around Burt's tapered waistline.

"I think it's exactly what it seems."

Paul's hand covered Burt's his fingers on the stiff prick. The two held silent while Minister Paul had Burt continue to masturbate in front of the mirror.

'Ohhh...ohhhh...ohhhhh."

"Yes that's it dear...I read the sheet ...you selected the name Janice."

"I wasn't sure...the ladies from the auxiliary said I needed a name....I'm just doing this because...."

The words drifted away not finishing the thought. Paul pulled Burt's hands off it.

"I think Janice is a nice name...for someone so pretty...its obvious...whether you realize it or not on an unconscious level you're doing this contest so others can see how feminine you're becoming."

Burt could have responded...should have responded...but he didn't.

Paul's hand ran along in back..."You've a very lovely bottom Janice...and you like being in those high heels ...I can tell by how excited you are."

The ministers hands went in front...a moment later they pulled down the cups of the bra....

"..And those are breasts Janice sweetheart...luscious ...fluid...unmistakably breasts...why I bet you've been playing with them the last month as they've developed....you don't want to lie to a minister do you...tell me the truth.'

"Oh Minister."

"Lets settle on Oh Master for now."

Burt felt the man of the cloth guiding him down to stand on his knees.

"Unzip me Janice....be a good gurl.'"

It was a crossroad moment...part of Burt desperately wanted to see what was in Paul's pants.

The sound of the zipper was the only noise.

Paul spoke..."Turn a little Janice...I want the i-Phone camera to capture you lowering my paints and taking out my cock."

Burt couldn't understand why his own penis was so hard...maybe it meant that he 'was' gay... or trans ...or both. 10 seconds later the reasons were no longer a factor. His lips slid around the head of the prick.

"Yes Janice...good gurl...good gurl...why you're a natural ...I can see you enjoy it...you're as stiff as a board...I'll have to do something about that...you need to learn I'm the only alpha here... between us your Master is the one with the cock."

Burt was getting the hang of it. Swirling his lips around the head he bobbed his mouth up and down and up along the shaft. Taking out his tongue he ran it at the large veins in the center.

He thought about what all the guys at the bar he hung out use to say....'Once you suck a cock... you'll be branded a cocksucker for life'.

"Alright...that's enough for now."

Janice lifted her eyes to see Paul helping him to his feet. Slipping the chastity cage in his front pocket the minister took hold of Burt's stiff penis and led him to the bathroom.

A cold wash cloth...some shaving cream and a razor...the dick retreating to smallness Burt watched Paul shave away the last vestiges of his manhood. He left behind a feminine triangle the pubic hair trimmed close to the skin.

The man's body next shielded his actions...a couple of 'ouch that hurts'...Minister pulled back to show Burt.

"My penis...it's all locked up...this is some kind of cage."

"Yes it is...an I have the key Janice darling."

Burt watched Paul put it on his keyring along with about a dozen other keys for the church building.

"You've got about ten minutes...there's a make-up bag on the sink...let's see how well you do."

Janice did well.

The thing about estrogen and testosterone blockers is that a person turning trans often acquires a gentleness. He'd rather stay in and do his nails or a hair color change than go out ramble-rousing with his mates. For Burt watching instructional videos on You-tube he would patiently study how to apply make-up in between hits off the marijuana bong or vaping pipe.

Stepping into the room Burt saw Minister Paul was making preparations for them to leave. Still in his heels and lingerie Janice threw on the t-shirt from last summers church picnic Paul had tossed him.

The first time outside en femme Burt got a taste of what it felt like to be a woman.

His eyes downcast carrying the gown on a hanger in the see-thru piece ... walking slowly in the high heels..the signature sound of them click-clacking along the pavement... the way his breasts bounced on each foot-fall...the hem of the cover-up resting high on the thighs...the subtle added weight of the make up his hair given a brush out...it all sent a new thrill up his spine.

"Good evening ladies...my what a fine night it is."

"Hello Father Paul....hello Ma'am."

Nobody questioned the minister ....the congregation knew him to be a respected member of the community.

Janice nodded her head and smiled at the two women who happened to be passing by.

"You past your first test doll-face....it's only going to make you want more of it....once you get a taste of being objectified...it will add fuel to the fire of being a woman all the time."

At the large Range Rover Paul gave a brief tip..."When you get in an automobile ...push your tush in first then slide in with both legs held together....yes we'll make a lady out of you yet... as well as a t-girl slut in the bedroom."

End of part 20 ...