The next day Nick’s dad dropped him off at Bob’s, The two men made small talk whilst Nick moved his things into Bob’s hall. His dad then said his goodbyes,
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“Welcome to your new home, Nick,” Bob said, his voice a warm rumble in the spacious, tastefully decorated hallway. He placed a firm, possessive hand on the small of Nick’s back, guiding him forward. “Let me show you to your room. I think you’ll find it… suited to your needs.”
They ascended a carpeted staircase, each step making Nick’s heart pound harder against his ribs. Bob pushed open a door at the end of the hall, and Nick’s breath caught in his throat.
It wasn’t a boy’s room. It was a girl’s sanctuary. The walls were a soft, blush pink. A delicate dressing table with a large, lit mirror stood against one wall, its surface covered with an array of brushes, powders, and lipsticks. But it was the wardrobe that truly stole his breath. The doors were open, revealing silky slips, lacy lingerie, flowing dresses in chiffon and satin, and more skirts and blouses than he could count.
“This… this is all for me?” Nick whispered, his voice barely audible.
“Everything,” Bob confirmed, his eyes dark with pleasure as he watched Nick’s overwhelmed reaction. “From the stockings to the heels. This is who you are here. This is your truth. You will always dress appropriately.”
The command was gentle but absolute, leaving no room for argument. A shiver, equal parts fear and thrilling submission, raced down Nick’s spine
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“There’s someone I’d like you to meet,” Bob said. He turned and called out, “Ruth darling, come meet our new girl.”
A moment later, a stunning woman with a sleek dark bob and impeccable makeup appeared in the doorway. She smiled, a knowing, kind expression in her eyes. “Well, aren’t you a pretty little thing,” she said, her voice smooth as honey. She circled Nick, appraising him with a professional eye. “Bob told me you had potential. I see it. That bone structure… we’ll have so much fun.”
Ruth told to Bob to leave them; She took Nick through to the ensuite where a steaming bath smelling of beautiful oils. Ruth told Nick to undress and get in the bath. She slowly bathed him her hands slow and sensuous on his body. He became aroused. She laughed, “ oooo no relief for that gorgeous thing just yet darling.”
Once Nick was ready, she told him to get out of the bath and he dried him with the softest fluffiest towels he had ever used. He had never felt so relaxed.
Ruth smiled and said, “ Now darling we need to make you nice and smooth. No unsightly hairs on this beautiful body.”
Nick was shocked but accepted this was part of his life for the next year. Ruth smoothed cream over Nicks legs, underarms and the hair on his crotch and bum. Nick once again became aroused. Ruth lightly kissed his cock making him moan.
These ministrations continued and Ruth ensured all his body hair was removed.
Ruth then led a Nick to the dressing table. She worked with swift, confident hands, explaining each step as she applied foundation, blush, and eye shadow. “The key is enhancement, not disguise. We’re just revealing the beautiful girl who’s been hiding.” Finally, she produced a wig of soft, honey-blonde curls, securing it onto Nick’s head. When she turned him to face the mirror, Nick didn’t see himself. He saw a beautiful, blushing young woman staring back, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock and dawning identity.
“Oh,” was all he could manage.
Ruth smiled. “ So beautiful.”
She then handed Nick some silk see thru panties, a matching bra and suspenders. He put them on relishing the feeling on his smooth body. Ruth helped him attach the smooth silk ff stockings and then placed the blue stilettos on his feet. She then brought him a dark blue mini dress that fitted him perfectly.
She kissed him lightly and whispered. “ Beautiful.”
Her hand moved his to her crotch where he felt an unexpected bulge. Nick was shocked. This beautiful woman had large cock; Ruth laughed.
“ Bob does like his ladies with a surprise. I have been friends with him for years. I hope we will be friends but for a while I will leave you to more teaching from Bob.”
She took Nick downstairs and said to Bob.
“Please meet my friend Nicky.”
Bob smiled and thanked Ruth, He kissed her deeply and said he would see her soon.
Bob’s hands settled on Nick’s slender shoulders. “Stunning,” he breathed, his voice thick with desire. “Absolutely stunning.”
Bob’s possessive touch turned hungry. He spun Nick around to face him, crushing their mouths together in a deep, claiming kiss. Nick melted into it, the taste of Bob, the scent of his own new perfume, the feel of the satin dress against his skin—it was a symphony of overwhelming sensation.
Bob broke the kiss, his breathing ragged. “On your knees, my beautiful sissy.”
The command, delivered in that low, commanding tone, sent a jolt straight to Nick’s core. He sank to the plush carpet without hesitation, the foreign feeling of the wig brushing his shoulders. Bob unbuckled his trousers, freeing his already hard, thick length. The sight of it, intimidating, but making Nick’s mouth water.
“Show me how grateful you are,” Bob murmured, weaving his fingers into the blonde curls of the wig.
Nick leaned forward, his pink, glossed lips parting. He took Bob into his mouth, the act now feeling strangely right. He explored the weight and taste, his tongue tracing the sensitive vein underneath. Bob’s low groans of approval were a fuel, spurring him on. He moved his head slowly at first, then with more confidence, losing himself in the rhythm and the salty, masculine taste, in the way his own body responded with a desperate, building heat.
“Enough,” Bob growled, pulling him up roughly. His eyes were blazing. He turned Nick, bending him over the dressing table, sending a bottle of perfume clattering to the floor. The girl in the mirror watched, her mascara-lined eyes dark with lust. Bob pushed the delicate satin dress up to Nick’s waist, exposing him. His fingers, slick with something cool and soft found Nick’s entrance, working him open with an expertise that made Nick’s knees weaken. The preparation was swift, a mere formality now.
“You were made for this,” Bob whispered, his body pressing flush against Nick’s back. He positioned himself, the broad head of his cock nudging against that sensitized ring of muscle. “Weren’t you?”
“Yes,” Nick gasped, bracing himself on the vanity, watching their reflection. “I was made for it.”
With a single, powerful thrust, Bob sheathed himself fully. A sharp, stretching burn quickly dissolved into a deep, satisfying fullness that made Nick cry out. Bob set a relentless, possessive pace, each drive pushing Nick harder against the dressing table, making the mirror rattle. Nick’s own arousal, trapped between his body and the hard wood, rubbed with every movement, building a coiling, tight pleasure.
He was lost in it—the slap of skin, Bob’s guttural curses in his ear, the sight of the pretty, desperate girl in the mirror being taken. The pressure inside him built to an unbearable peak, and with a broken sob, Nick came, his release spilling into the silk of his panties and satin of his dress. The intense, shuddering contractions of his body pushed Bob over the edge moments later, his own climax a hot, pulsing flood deep inside Nick.
They stayed like that for a long moment, panting, connected. Bob finally pulled out, and Nick’s legs gave way. Bob caught him, turning him and holding him close, stroking the blonde wig.
“My perfect girl,” Bob murmured into his hair. “You are so perfectly mine.”
From downstairs, the faint chime of the doorbell echoed through the house. Bob stilled, listening. A slow smile spread across his face.
“It seems we have a guest,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Someone who’s been very eager to meet the new addition to the household.”
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