Crowning Glory, Part One

As commissioned by Alice

Prologue: The Package

Alex unlocked the hotel room door, loosened his tie and prepared to collapse on the bed. Instead, he nearly tripped over a box placed just inside the door. A note was attached. "Mr. Barrow--This package was sent to the hotel with your room number as the only internal address. I had housekeeping deliver it when they made up the room this morning." It was signed by the concierge.

I wasn't expecting a package, Alex thought as he carried it to the bed. What could it be? He carefully opened the wrapping and found what seemed to be some sort of hat box. He lifted the lid and found a long blonde woman's wig with soft waves that fell to a shoulder length. "What the hell--" he muttered, as he lifted the wig on its stand out of the box, and discovered, beneath it, a video tape and a note:

Wear the wig; watch the video

He set the whole package aside and pondered. Some kind of a gag by a colleague? It was possible. He was in town for a sales convention and his co-workers and competitors--all friends to some extent--loved to play tricks on one another. Oh, hell, he decided, I'll go get some dinner, then come back and play along with the joke. I'll probably start to watch the video and find some kind of gag tape or something.

An hour later, having eaten, Alex stood before the mirror in his room, carefully placing the extremely feminine wig on his head. He placed the video in the VCR, then settled on the bed, with the pillows propped up behind him, hit the play button and settled in to enjoy the gag.

The tape seemed to be some sort of women's cosmetic, hair and grooming course, and he was sure it would be interrupted by a home-made section from a fellow salesman...but before any of that could happen, he felt himself drifting off to sleep. He hadn't really felt that sleepy when he started, but something seemed to make him want to close his eyes and relax. Within 10 minutes of the beginning of the tape, Alex was--to outside eyes--completely unaware of his surroundings.

Unaware, that is, until a knock on the room door brought him out of it. The sunlight streaming through the drapes told him it was morning already. My god, he thought, I slept straight through? That's probably one of the jokesters now.

He went to the door and opened it, to be confronted by a strikingly beautiful brunette in a black silk dress, dark hose and six-inch heels. "Hello," she said, smiling and even giggling a bit, "I'm Jessica. I think I accidentally sent a package to this room by mistake. It should have gone to the room directly above."

"Oh...oh!" Alex said, surprised. "I'm afraid I opened it. I thought it was some kind of gag from a colleague and I followed the instructions in the note."

"So I see," Jessica answered, her eyes straying to the top of Alex's head. Suddenly, he was aware that he was still wearing the wig. "Did you watch the video, too?"

"Yes," he said, "although I don't seem to remember much of it."

"I bet you remember the parts that count," Jessica replied. She looked him straight in the eye and said, "Crowning glory!"

Chapter One: Sweet Young Thing

SNAP!

Alex's eyelids fluttered and he awoke. He was sitting at the desk in his hotel room--No, not my room, he realized. In mine, the door is to the left of the bed.

"Welcome back, Alice dear." The voice came from the door to the adjoining room. Alex turned and saw the mysterious Jessica standing there.

"How did I get here?" Alex asked. "I assume this is your room?"

"No, this room belongs to my lover, Amber," Jessica answered. "I'm in the room next door, Alice."

"Why do you keep calling me that?" he demanded. "My name is Alex."

"Is it?" Jessica asked, grinning. "You don't look much like an 'Alex'."

"What are you talking about?"

Jessica moved closer to him. "Oh, that's right, I haven't let you be aware of the changes we've made, have I?" Again, she looked him in the eye. "Sweet young thing."

Instantly, Alex was aware of the way he was dressed-in a light-colored checked dress with a full petticoat and puffy white sleeves. He had on nylon stockings, held up by a waist-restricting garter belt; in fact, he was wearing a full set of lingerie, including a bra that gave him a 36C bustline. He was perched on white calf pumps with four-inch heels and even his hands were encased in white kid gloves. He looked in the mirror--he still wore the ultra-feminine blonde wig and now his face had been artfully feminized with a full complement of cosmetics: eyeshadow, mascara, blush, lipstick. He, indeed, looked like a "sweet young thing."

That sight of himself was the final trigger. Alex felt his normal self fade away, to be replaced by another person--Alice. Alice, lesbian slave and lover to Jessica; Alice, who would be anything Jessica wanted her to be; Alice, who would change personas as she changed hairstyles and clothes.

Jessica smiled as she watched the change come over her new plaything. "That package you found was intended for Amber. She's been my lesbian love slave for several years and we've used many variations of such hypnotic control devices in that time. When I realized it had been misdelivered, I thought it would be just a slight delay in our plans...but you're finding it gives this week an entirely new meaning.

"You see, Amber and I are traveling salespeople just like you,"she continued. "We meet three or four times a year at sales meetings like this one and have our kinky little get-togethers on the company dime. Now, you can join us."

There was a knock at the door. "Answer it, Alice darling. It's probably Amber."

Alice walked to the door, teetering slightly on the unfamiliar heels, and opened it. In the corridor was a petite blonde with a spectacular figure, undisguised by the skintight spandex dress she wore. "Wow! Is this Alice? She dresses up nice, Mistress!"

"Come in, Amber," Jessica ordered. "Yes, she is lovely, isn't she? I don't regret not seeing you as this virginal delight now at all." She glanced at her watch. "We'd better get going. We have a shopping trip to get in before our lunch reservation at two." She turned to Alice. "You'll find a suitable wrap in the closet, dearest."

Go out in public, looking like this? Deep within the Alice exterior, unable to voice his protests, Alex shuddered at the thought. Everyone will know, won't they? Aloud, in a breathy voice, Alice replied, "Of course, Mistress," as she pulled the crocheted shawl out of the closet.

Three hours later, after scouring the most expensive stores in the city to find more girlish dresses for Alice--all put on Alex's expense account, for the maximum of embarrassment--the three attractive women were sitting in one of the poshest restaurants in the city. Diners of both sexes observed them with mixed feelings of lust and envy.

They ate sparingly, though expensively. Jessica and Amber sat close to Alice on each side, teasing and playing with their new toy. One would surreptitiously brush Alice's thighs, while the other whispered sexy suggestions in her ear.

"Alice, why don't we go to the ladies' room and get rid of those panties?" Jessica cooed, as Amber reached under her skirt and pettis to stroke the boy-girl's cock through her satin undies.

His cock twitched and Alice squirmed. "Ooooh, she liked that idea, Mistress!" Amber reported.

Jessica placed her palm lightly on Alice's cheek and turned her face. Then she took Alice's face in her hands and deeply kissed her. "Like to have me work on your sissy-cock while Mistress did that?" Amber asked. Alice blushed, visible even through her makeup.

With lunch over, Jessica ordered both of her slaves to follow her to the ladies' room. It had a large changing room attached, and the mistress led them to it, locking the door behind her.

"Amber, on your knees and get those panties off little Alice," she demanded. The voluptuous lesbian did as ordered. "Now, suck that sissy-cock." Amber's full red lips surrounded Alice's member. Jessica again thrust her tongue deep into Alice's lipsticked mouth, the combination bringing Alice to a raging hard-on.

"She's going to come!" Amber announced.

"Not until I say so!" Jessica commanded. "Alice, you can come when I tell you...and I'll tell you by saying sweet young thing. Understand?" Caught up in her lust, Alice could only grunt and nod her head in reply. "Good." Jessica directed her attention to Amber, "Keep at it, sweetheart." Amber redoubled her efforts on Alice's cock, while Jessica reached under the back of the boy-girl's skirt and pettis and began to play with her sissy-pussy.

The power of the impending orgasm was becoming unbearable for Alice. Jessica finally thrust her fingers into her sissy-pussy and said, "The next time we get together, Alice won't be such a sweet young thing!"

And Alice came, the most powerful orgasm the salesperson could ever remember having.

More to come