The Experiment
I lean against the doorframe, arms crossed, tapping my foot impatiently. “Are you done in there yet?” I call out, my voice echoing slightly in the small apartment. Bryan’s voice, muffled by the bathroom door, replies, “I feel really stupid right now.” I can’t help but smile at his hesitation. “Nonsense, you’re going to look beautiful,” I reassure him, my tone playful yet firm. I’ve been begging him for weeks to try this, ever since we got married. It’s not just about the crossdressing; it’s about pushing boundaries, about seeing him embrace something new for my amusement.
Bryan’s hesitation is adorable, but I know he’s perfect for this. He’s always been skinny, but his body has this natural hourglass shape that most women would kill for. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, and hips that curve just right. It’s almost as if God couldn’t decide what he’d be, so he made Bryan a little bit of both. I’ve always thought he’d make a stunning woman, and today, I’m going to prove it.
Finally, the bathroom door creaks open, and Bryan steps out, his freshly shaven leg peeking from the edge of the door. My eyes trail down to his bikini-clad body, and I can’t suppress a grin. “You look so sexy,” I say, my voice dripping with approval. Bryan’s cheeks flush, and he avoids my gaze, his hands fidgeting at his sides. “You really think so?” he asks, his voice uncertain.
“Absolutely,” I reply, stepping closer. “Turn around, let me see.” He hesitates, then obliges, twirling clumsily. I laugh softly, grabbing his hand and leading him to the bedroom mirror. “Look at you,” I encourage, positioning him in front of the glass. “You are highly, highly passable.”
Bryan rolls his eyes, a gesture that somehow looks oddly effeminate, though I decide not to comment on it. He’s been on good behavior, after all. I trace my finger along the edge of his bikini top, my touch light and teasing. “Despite being flat-chested, I don’t think anyone would notice. People would just think you’re an A-cup girl, you know?”
Bryan looks puzzled but flattered. “That’s good news, I guess. I mean, if we were going out in public.” He chuckles nervously, and I feel a twinge of affection mixed with frustration. That nervous laugh of his—it makes me want to kiss him and smack him at the same time.
Heading to the beach
I grip the steering wheel of my Jeep, my eyes flicking to Bobby in the passenger seat. He’s still in his bikini, though he’s covered up with an oversized T-shirt, his freshly combed pixie cut peeking out from the collar. My gaze lingers on his long, smooth legs, and I bite my lip, feeling a surge of arousal. This roleplay is pushing all my buttons, and Bobby’s handling it better than I expected. He squirms in his seat, and I smirk. “What’s the matter, Bobby Dearest?”
He sighs, his frustration evident. “It’s this thing on my (expletive deleted), Mira. Why do I need this?” I chuckle, my fingers tapping the wheel. “Oh, that. Because I said so.” I giggle, glancing at him. “What if I have to go to the bathroom or something?” I smile sweetly. “Come on, Bobby. You can definitely ‘go’ through the chastity. I wouldn’t have put it on if you couldn’t.” I’m not lying about that part—I love the little guy just as much as I enjoy toying with him, but I don’t want him too uncomfortable.
We pull into the parking lot in front of Malibu Beach, and I lower my sunglasses to look at him. “We’re here. Get comfortable, Bobby. Take off that shirt. Flaunt that gorgeous body.” I watch with amusement as he struggles to remove the shirt, his fingers fumbling with the fabric. I can’t help but think about how I could’ve married an alpha, someone bigger, someone who could give me thrice as many orgasms as Bobby can. But then, I wouldn’t be able to do this. With Bobby, I have a loyal husband and now a cute girlfriend to hit the beach with. The male bravado of an alpha would eventually alienate me.
Finally, he manages to get the shirt off, and I lock eyes with him. Handing my sunglasses to him, I say, “Take these. Your mascara is hard to look at.” He frowns but accepts them. I tap my lips. “Give me a kiss, Bobby.” He hesitates, then leans over, his lips brushing mine. It’s soft, almost innocent, but I feel the heat between us.
We grab our towels and a cooler, stepping out onto the sand. Bobby’s walk is almost naturally effeminate, and I wonder if the crossdressing is bringing it out. We settle on the sand, and I lie down, propping myself up on my elbow. “Bobby, I wouldn’t want your lovely skin to get wrinkly. Want me to apply some sun lotion? 80 SPF should do it, yes?”
He nods, his voice soft. “Yes, please.” I squirt a generous amount directly onto his bare back. “Oh, it’s cold,” he exclaims, his body tensing. I laugh, “Oh god, he’s so bitchy. He’s a little too natural for his part.” I begin to lather the lotion onto his back, my hands gliding over his smooth skin, but I’m interrupted by a deep voice.
“Need some help there?” I look up to see a muscle-bound man standing over us, easily 6’4” and handsome as sin. “You girls should relax, enjoy the sun,” he says, his smile confident. I glance at Bobby, whose face is a mask of panic.
“Uh, no. No, that’s okay, but thank you,” Bobby stammers. I raise an eyebrow. “Don’t listen to her. I want to relax and enjoy the sun.” I gesture at Bobby’s narrow back. “She’s all yours.” I feel only slightly bad about this, but the scenario is too amusing to resist.
Phase 3 – Too Spicy For Here
Bobby’s final stage in sissification involves him being picked up and taken home by a handsome stranger. Our hero Mira encourages the encounter. It’s too explicit to detail here, but let’s just say Bobby (or later ‘Bobbie’) starts becoming “curious”. The full preview and story can be listened to using the below link.
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