Lexy Becomes Herself

In chapter one, available on this site, Max takes Lexy in and feminizes her, dressing her as a girl, treating her like one, and eventually showing her how to give her first blowjob.

I wake up with the morning sun across me, and Max big and warm next to me. Stretch out in his big white bed, trying to stay quiet and not wake him up.

Should I get out right away? My clothes are right over there, on the chair, clean and dry. I could put them on. I could smile bashfully at him, apologetic, and ask him to drive me to a bus stop.Thanks, that was wild, but I need to move on.

I peek under the covers, at my smooth and pale body. The panties silky against my skin. My nightie is hitched up over my waist. God, it's sexy. Sexy to look like this, to feel like this.

I turn to him, still slumbering. He's naked, and his cock is half erect.

As soon as I see it, any thoughts of leaving this house flit out of my head.

I can decide later, after all. I can decide any time I want. I can stay here until we're finished exploring, and then just leave. There are no rules here. No expectations.

I know what I want to do now, though. I slide down in the bed, feeling the gravitational pull of his big body, until I reach his cock.

Then I open wide, and take him in.

I just hold it there at first. It crosses my mind that what if he accidentally starts peeing. But only a few seconds later I feel his hand on my head, and I look up and into his eyes. His cock swells in my mouth. "Well, good morning, princess," he whispers.

I smile up at him. It's nice, giving my second blowjob. The first was electrifying. This is...it's still really sexy, and I feel that same tension - my social conditioning screaming at me that this is humiliating, I should be ashamed of myself, while something deeper inside me wants to sink into it, to surrender completely to this femininity and this man and this cock. That tension is still inside me, but I feel the surrender closer now, more familiar. And anyway, more than all that, I'm thinking simply of his pleasure.

His cock is stiff in my mouth. I feel proud that I make him feel like this. His soft, smooth skin sliding over that muscular core. I let it into the back of my throat, practicing taking him deeper. "Put your butt in the air," he says, and I get up on my knees so my butt is higher than my head. My nightie is still bunched around my waist. I'm sideways on the bed, and he reaches around to my butt. His hand on me, over my panties, rubbing me there, fingers probing a little between my cheeks, reminding me that there's still more he could do to me.

"Will you stay with me today?" he asks softly.

I don't take his cock out of my mouth, and I don't let myself think too much about the answer. "Mm-hmm," I hum.

"Good girl. I have so many plans for us. But I want to tell you something, princess. If you're in my bed tonight, I'm going to take your virginity. Do you understand?"

I pause with his cock warm and hard in my mouth. Thinking about this cock inside of me...back there. It might hurt...but more than that, it's the act itself. The ultimate submission. To receive, instead of to penetrate.

"You don't have to decide now," says Max. "You just have to know what it means if you're back in my bed tonight. Right, sweetheart?"

I'm not committing to anything. It's notnow or never.We're just exploring. I nod. "Mm-hmmm."

"Good girl." He strokes my hair with his other hand. "Look down at your panties, sweetheart."

I look down between my legs, keeping the head of his cock in my mouth. I'm aroused, and my little cock is making an embarrassing tent. I wish it would go away, as long as I'm with Max. I know it's not going to get any attention, and I wouldn't want it to; the excitement, for me, comes from being treated like a girl, and any attention to my cock would ruin it for me. But I wish I didn't have to think about it at all.

"Embarrassing, isn't it?" he asks softly, and I nod.

"Mm-hmm."

"I know what to do about that, sweetheart. I'm going to make that go away for us, okay? It's just a temporary thing. It won't hurt, and it won't feel good either - it'll just take care of your little problem, for as long as I say. But you'll have to trust me, okay?"

I pause with his cock halfway into my mouth, sucking gently. What could he possibly have in mind? Some sort of tucking or something? I have no idea. But he said it wouldn't hurt, and it's just while I'm with him...and I would so love to look down and see the front of my panties nice and smooth, like a girl. No bulge, no tent. I nod, finally. "Mm-hmm."

"What a sweet girl you are, Lexy. What a good girl." He sits up, pulling out of my mouth. I sit back on my knees, smiling bashfully at him. He tucks my hair behind my ear. "Let me show you to your room."

He gets up, still naked, and I follow him down the hall - not to the guest room, but to a new bedroom with a closed door.

He opens it to show me the pinkest, girliest bedroom I could imagine.

The walls are pink, and the curtains are pink and ruffly. There's a pink four-poster bed with a pink canopy. It's not just feminine but innocent, naive. It makes me blush again to think this how he wantsme.To be this sweet.

"Do you like it?" he asks.

I nod. "Yes Daddy, I do." It's true. I immediately imagine myself lying on that bed, on my stomach, wearing a tank top and panties, reading a book. Comfortable and safe and cherished, no cares. The thought makes my heart leap. I would do anything to feel like that. Just to know I was taken care of. The stress of the world is too much for me, is the thing. I didn't like being a man. I wasn't good enough at it. I want to be a girl, instead. I want to be Max's girl. I look up at him, wondering if he can tell how grateful I am to him at that moment.

"Lie down on your bed, sweetheart." I obey eagerly. Part of me wonders if he might decide to take my virginity right now, right here. I would let him, I think. "Arms and legs out, spread-eagled."

I feel really exposed and shy like this. My panties are peeking out from under my nightie. My smooth, pale limbs spread out. My little cock, again, making an embarrassing bulge down there. It's so obvious how small it is. It's impossible to miss that it's little.

Max stands over me. His hand trails over my chest and comes to rest on my waist. He looks down into my eyes. "Have you ever been tied up, sweetheart?"

I gasp. The thought of it - the thought of total helplessness - is scary. The normal, old part of my brain screams,You just met this man! You don't know him well enough to trust him yet!And under that, there's another level of old, conventional panic.Look what he's already convinced you to do! He made you suck his cock! You should be humiliated; you should feel violated! You should hate this!A last shred of me tries to deny how much I love the feeling of submission.

But the thought of saying no to Max is unimaginable. What if he wanted to stop playing with me? What if he made me leave? What if I had to go back out into the world? If I never got to feel this way again?

And besides...I want to feel it. The thought of being helpless for Max excites me. Every time I sink deeper into submission, it makes me feel so happy, so unbearably excited. I do trust him; I feel like we understand each other somewhere really deep and intimate, and I've had a look at what he's truly like. I think he's kind, and I think he would never hurt me.

So I shake my head, but I don't move my arms or legs. I leave them up near the posts of my bed, like a good girl. "No Daddy," I reply quietly. "I've never been tied up."

"Would you like me to tie you up right now?"

"Yes please, Daddy."

"Say it."

I blush. "Please tie me up, Daddy."

"Good girl."

He moves up to the head of the bed, and there's the tearing of velcro. A soft cuff goes over my wrist, firm but not too tight. He wraps a strap around the bedpost, clips it into my cuff, tugs it to tighten, and my hand goes right up to the post.

He walks around the bed, and soon my other hand goes up too. The cuffs go over my ankles, the clips, the tug...and then I'm helpless for him. All tied up, arms and legs spread. I can't move at all.

It's an incredibly intense feeling. My complete vulnerability, my powerlessness. I'm still a little afraid, but mostly I'm just aroused. I'm desperate to find out what Max will do to me.

He tugs my panties down a bit, exposing my pathetic little cock. It's straining desperately, sticking up. It's the first time he's actually seen it. He smiles ruefully. "Such a tiny little thing, isn't it?"

"Yes Daddy."

"Don't worry. I know what to do." He holds up a blue soft-looking thing. It takes me a moment to recognize it as an ice gel pack, like you would use for an injury. My eyes widen; I know immediately what he's going to do.

He gently wraps the gel pack around my erection.

I moan with the cold. It hurts a little. My breathing quickens.

"Good girl," breathes Max. "It's okay. It's already going away. Have you ever seen something like this before?"

I look up, and he's holding a little pink thing in his other hand. It looks a little like a hard plastic condom, although very small. There's a ring in the back.

Suddenly I gasp. I know what it is.

It's a cage.

My eyes are wide as saucers, looking up at the little pink chastity cage.Oh god, he's going to lock it away.It seems so extreme. There's a key in back. He'd be the only one able to free me. He would control whether I ever got my cock back. I wouldn't be able to feel pleasure. It would be off the table. There's a little slit to pee out of, but I wouldn't be able to touch it.

I shake my head. "No Daddy," I whisper. "I never have."

"You know what it's for, though, don't you?"

I nod a tiny bit. "Yes Daddy." My voice shakes. It's scary, to think about giving this to him. Submitting so completely.

"This is my smallest cage," he says. "I have all sizes, but you'll need the very most petite one.You're so tiny down there. Look."

He unwraps the gel pack and, indeed, the cold has made my already-small penis even smaller. It's barely a nub.

Max doesn't ask permission. He reaches down calmly and fits my cocklet into the sheath. He lifts my testicles up to fit the ring over them, and there's a little click, and it's done. I look down and my cock is gone.

It's no reallyt, of course; the chastity cage doesn't make it disappear. But the plastic has a weird kind of nullifying effect. It's there, but it seems so irrelevant now. Put away. The eye slides right by it. It tries to swell, regaining its arousal as the ice wears off, but it hits the plastic all too quickly. It hurts a little, as it tries to inflate but can find nowhere to go.

Then it seems to give up. It goes back to flaccid.

I smile weakly up at Max. He pulls my panties back up, and now there's barely even a bulge at all. I look all smooth in front, like a girl.

"Do you like it?" he asks.

"Yes Daddy." I nod, and I mean it. It feels humiliating and sexy and exciting. It's so intense, the reality that I've let him do this to me. Begged him to, even. Let him tie me up, lock me up, make me his girl.

He unclips my cuffs from the bed straps, but leaves them around my wrists and ankles. "Good girl," he smiles. "I'm so proud of you." He goes to the door. "Get dressed, sweetie. Wear something cute. Take your time. When you come down, we'll make breakfast." He looks at his watch. "Er, brunch." And he leaves me alone.

I stand in the mirror for a moment, looking at myself. I turn to check out my butt. It's super cute. I have a small waist, a fine bone structure...I make a good girl. It's fun to be all alone in my girly pink room. I try out a few different giggles, looking for the most girlish ones. "Hi, I'm Lexy," I say softly into the mirror, smiling. "Hi there! I'm Lexy." I kick one heel up behind me. "Oh hi! I'm Lexy." My panties peek out from under my nightie.

I indulge in a shower, remembering last time I was in this shower stall - how I had no idea what would be waiting for me when I got out. I look down at the little pink sheath covering what used to be my cock. I'm struck with the desire to do more, to go further.They have hormones, don't they? I could even grow boobs, I think. Little ones at least.

But that's a thought for another time. For now...as I dry off, I notice a full makeup set there on the counter. I could try a little...

I look up a few quick tutorials on youtube. A little subtle lipstick. Eyeliner. The mascara is hard, but I figure it out. I keep the makeup subtle...but I do look more feminine afterwards. I even pluck my eyebrows a little with some tweezers. I blowdry my hair, making it bouncy and cute. I honestly look pretty, I think.

I put on underwear - white panties, a little lacy, and a matching bra. It's hard to get it on, but eventually I figure out that I can to the clasp in front and then slide it around. The bra has small cups and a little padding, like a training bra almost; it creates the illusion of small breasts. When I put something on over it, I'll have modest bumps there.

It's hard to figure out what to wear. There are so many options! Pretty sundresses... schoolgirl-type plaid skirts with buttondown white blouses...flouncy gowns with puffy sleeves. But finally, I see just the right thing: a big, soft, fuzzy sweater.

It's huge: it falls off one shoulder, and it comes down to just under my panties. It's a soft, pale pink color. I feel really feminine and pretty in it. I don't even want to put anything else on. Just my undies and the sweater. I go downstairs, feeling just as shy as last night, when Max saw me for the first time dressed in girl's clothes. I shuffle barefoot into the kitchen.

Max turns and smiles wide. "Oh, Lexy," he says. "You look so pretty." He comes over and kisses me on the forehead. I go up on my tiptoes to hug him, wrapping my arms around his neck. My sweater rides up and shows my butt, of course, and Max's hand roams onto it affectionately. "You did really good, baby," he whispers, and my heart fills with warmth.

We cook eggs together in his bright sunny kitchen overlooking the lake. There's a big deck out back; it's too cold to be out there today, but I can imagine how glorious it would be in the summer. "Is that a Jacuzzi?!" I yelp.

Max grins. "Later."

We chat over breakfast. It's nice. We talk about favorite movies, favorite music. I tell him I love Clairo, and he laughs. "I can't believe you didn't realize what a good girl you would make."

I giggle. "Oh god, my favorite movie is Moulin Rouge."

I do the dishes when we're done. Max stays at the table, drinking coffee, and I can feel his eyes on me. On my butt. It's nice to feel domestic with him; I like doing the dishes for him.

"I suppose you'd like to finish what you started this morning, sweetheart," he says.

I blush, looking over my shoulder as I scrub a pan. "You mean...yes Daddy," I say softly.

"What do you think I mean?"

"You want me to finish giving you a blowjob?"

"That's right, baby. But I'm going to make it a little more intense for you, would you like that?"

I gulp. Turn around, drying my hands, leaning against the counter. "What do you mean, Daddy?" I'm a little scared...he has so many ideas, and they're all things that seem scary at first.

"Finish up and then come up to your room, baby. I'll show you." He goes upstairs. I follow a few minutes later...and gasp when I open the door.

There's a dildo waiting for me.

It's affixed to a little stool. It's made to be knelt on; I can see where my knees go on little padded rests. It'll hold me at just the level of Max's crotch.

But the dildo sticks out of the seat. If I sit on it, the dildo would go....

I turn bright red, looking beseechingly at Max. The dildo isn't as big as his cock, but it's still plenty big. The thought of it going inside me...I'd been putting off thinking about what he wanted to do to me, where he wanted to fuck me. It was too intense.

"If you're thinking about spending the night, sweetheart, you need to warm up," says Max. "You should see if it's okay for you. I want you to feel what this is like." He comes over and tilts my head up so I'm looking into his eyes. "Besides, it'll turn me on to watch you do it yourself."

I give out a little tiny high-pitched squeal, but I nod. "Okay Daddy," I whisper.

"Good girl." He lifts my sweater over my head, leaving me in just my bra and panties. "You picked out really cute undies, but I'm going to have to swap your panties out." He holds up another pair, similar but for one distinction: it has a hole in the back.

I nod again. "Yes Daddy."

"Hands behind your back." I'm still wearing my cuffs, and he clips them together in back. I draw in my breath sharply but I don't protest. I like that he likes me tied up.

He pulls my panties down, smiling when my little pink cage is exposed. I step out of them, and he slides my new panties up to my hips. "There we go." Then he leads me over to the bench. "Get in position, sweetie."

I sit down awkwardly. It's hard to keep my balance with my hands tied behind my back, but I get there. I can feel the dildo rubbing against my butt.

Max ties my ankles down to the kneeling bench. A strap attaches them to my wrists. I have plenty of give - I won't have any problem moving my body around - but I can't get away from the bench. Not until Max lets me.

There's a squirting noise and Max's hand goes between my legs, lubing the dildo up. He feels between my cheeks, to my most private hole, circling it, making it slippery.

"There we go," whispers Max. "Now get yourself down on that cock, baby."

"Yes Daddy." I lower myself down. The cock touches my ass and slides away. I moan with frustration and try again. And again, and again, each time the cock slipping away from my hole. "I'm sorry Daddy," I cry. "I can't get it in..."

And then, finally...it's just right. Somehow I've lowered myself at the exact angle, and it nudges up against my hole. I look up at Max, my hair in my face. "Okay...okay..."

I try to go lower and it nudges just a little ways in before I have to go up again. My bottom clenches instinctively, and I can't make myself relax. I try again and again, each time getting it just a tiny way in, and then my body forces it out.

Again, I give a little strangled grunt of frustration. The cock slips back out between my legs.

"Daddyyyy," I whine. "I can't do it."

"Keep trying, sweetie. I like watching you struggle. It's cute."

I keep trying, and eventually I catch it again, pointing just right, nestled up against my most private hole. Again I push down. This time I open up a little. It's still just the tip, but it's a little further. A little further. I keep trying, and each time I feel like I get it a tiny bit more inside me. It doesn't hurt, really, it's just weird.

But then, finally, the head pops inside me. Now it hurts.

I cry out, looking up at Max with shock in my eyes, almost a look of betrayal. It's a jolt of intense pain, and for a moment it hurts too much to even move.

It subsides quickly, thank god. In a few seconds it's better. It still hurts, but only a little. It's okay. It was just that first moment that was really bad.

"Oh god, Daddy," I whisper. Wincing, I rise up off it again, keeping it just barely in enough to stay put, but giving myself a break. "God, it's really hard."

"You're doing fine, sweetie," he says. "Go back down now."

I obey, lowering myself back down, again feeling that stab of pain when the head goes inside me. It's not so bad this time; I know the pain will go away soon, so I can handle it. This time I'm able to keep it inside me. I smile weakly at Max. "Okay, Daddy," I pant. "Okay, it's not so bad. I can do it."