Marvin to Marilyn

Maybe Marvin shouldn’t have gone to the cabaret performance at all. Definitely he shouldn’t have reacted to the bevy of busty showgirls quite the way he did—especially with his wife sitting right beside him, glaring. And very definitely, he should not have volunteered for the hypnotist’s act that followed, no matter how much his wife insisted.

If he hadn’t done any of that, he might not be in this situation now. He was slowly coming back to consciousness, his mind still a bit unfocused and, as he sat up, he felt an unusual weight on his chest. He looked down and realized he couldn’t see his lap. Something was in the way—something large and heavy, that moved when he did. It didn’t just move, it bounced. He reached up to touch it and got a little thrill of arousal as he did.

Now, with his eyes and mind fully aware, he knew what it was. It was an enormous pair of tits, easily C cups, firmly attached to his chest. He felt their every movement. He reacted as if they were truly part of him. And still, he couldn’t resist touching them, teasing them.

“So, you like having knockers, do you?” His wife’s voice came to him from his left and he turned to see her sitting on the other side of the room, next to a stunningly attractive redhead in a figure-hugging gown. It was the hypnotist, who went by the name Madame Fabricantfille.

“Of course, he does, Julie,” the performer replied. “He’s the biggest breast fetishist I’ve ever worked with…and all men with a thing for boobs really want a pair for themselves! That’s why it’s so easy to make them believe the tits I give them are real!”

Marvin’s eyes went wide in shock. “You, you did this to me?” Even then, he couldn’t stop enjoying the feel of those massive mammaries. “Why?”

“Because Julie requested it,” she answered. “You see, that’s why I always work with that troupe of showgirls—they make it easy to spot the guys in the audience who are ripe for becoming one of my male bimbos. By the way, about half of those sexy dancers are just like you—seems some of them just beg to be displayed that way. I wonder—are you one of those?”

“What? No—no, I’m not!” Marvin protested.

Julie chuckled in response. “The hell you’re not,” she said. “I’ve watched you play with your nipples—they’re your most erogenous zone except for your cock!”

“When I’m done with him,” Madame Fab said, “that will be somewhat reversed. He won’t be able to climax unless his tits are being stimulated. Speaking of which, it’s time to get started.” She moved closer and looked Marvin right in the eyes. “Sleepy-bye, Marvin.” And he dropped back into trance.

Madame Fab went to a dresser and pulled out a waist-cinch. “Let’s get him into this, so the rest of his figure matches those enormous knockers. Stand up, Marvin,” she commanded. Deep in trance, Marvin obeyed. The two women wrapped the cinch around him and began pulling it tight. “We should be able to take him down to 30 inches with this,” the hypnotist said. “That will be a good beginning. Once we get him on a diet and proper training, I’m sure we can lose another six inches.”

“He already looks incredibly sexy,” Julie noted. “Those tits bouncing around and his pathetic sissy-cock hanging loose…

“He’ll be even sexier when we get him in some proper feminine attire,” Madame assured her. “Here, let’s get these nylons on his legs and attached to the garter straps on his waist-cinch.” She gently pushed Marvin back to a sitting position and Julie slid the sheer hose up his legs. “Oh, and here’s a thong panty to go with it all. Fortunately, he’s not very hairy,” Madame commented.

“That was one of the things that attracted me to him from the beginning,” Julie admitted. “He didn’t know I was bi-sexual and wanted a lover who could satisfy all my requirements.”

“Well, you’ll certainly get that now,” Madame Fab said. “Have you ever had him service you orally?”

“No….but I certainly will in the future!”

 “Good for you!” Madame looked around. “He needs an appropriate pair of shoes. Check the closet, you should find something suitable.” Julie did so and came back with a pair of red patent stiletto pumps. “Oh, marvelous! Come-fuck-me shoes if I ever saw them!” Together they worked on getting the sexy shoes on Marvin’s feet and then helped him to stand in them.

“Marvin, you are now wearing the most beautiful, sexiest shoes you have ever seen,” Madame told him. “Show us how you would walk in them.” Marvin began to stride around the room, surprisingly easily, his steps confident, with a decided wiggle to his hips and ass. “My goodness, he’s a natural! You’re sure he’s never tried wearing heels before?”

“I really don’t know,” Julie answered. “Why don’t we ask him—he has to tell us the truth, doesn’t he?”

“Yes, he certainly does,” the hypnotist acknowledged. “Marvin, you walk in those shoes like you’ve worn them all your life. Tell me, is this the first time you’ve worn high heels?”

In a dull monotone, the hypnotized, half-feminized man responded. “No…I often tried on my sister’s heels when I was in high school. I thought she looked so sexy in them I wanted to see how they felt. I got quite good at walking in them.”

“I should say you did,” Madame said. “Well. Julie, It appears you have stumbled upon a natural sissy!”

“And wasn’t I lucky that I did?” Julie replied, smiling. “Now what? Shall we get him into a dress?”

“Not quite yet, I think,” Madame said. “It’s best if we get his face looking as girlish as the rest of him, first.” She spoke to the budding sissy. “Go sit at my vanity, Marvin.” When he had complied, she began to apply the necessary cosmetics. “I’ve done this dozens of times before—and on men who were far less feminine in appearance than Marvin, so I know exactly what’s required.” She started with foundation and then went to contouring, defining his cheeks and nose. The next step was trimming his eyebrows into a feminine arch, followed by eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara, and false lashes. Next was blush and the final touch: lipstick and gloss to shape his mouth into a perfect cupid’s bow.

“How about a wig?” Julie asked.

“Not yet—I want him to see how girlish he looks even with short, mannish hair.” She turned him toward the mirror and snapped her fingers. SNAP!

With that, Marvin’s now thoroughly feminine eyes fluttered open and his red, moist lips opened in an “O” of surprise. “I’m a girl!” he cried.

“No, sweetie, you’re a sissy,” Julie corrected him. “You’re my sissy…and soon you’ll be my little lezzy wife, as well!” As that exchange went on, Madame Fab had gone to the wardrobe and retrieved a dress—but what a dress! It was tiny and low-cut, designed to cling to every curve—and it was scarlet red, to match his shoes.

“The dress has a built-in push-up bra,” Madame noted, “so we won’t need to restrict the movement of those incredible knockers any more than necessary!” She beckoned to the feminized male and he came to her. She gathered the dress and dropped it over his head, smoothing it over his body as it fell. Marvin wriggled with sexual pleasure as her hands lingered over his nipples, his sissy-cock and his ass. “You like that, eh?” she asked. “You truly are a natural sissy!”

Marvin blushed and admitted it. “Yes, I guess I am…I feel so comfortable and happy this way.”

 

“Awash in sissy bliss,” Madame agreed. “Julie, there’s an assortment of wigs in that cabinet. Choose the one you think is appropriate.” Julie went and looked, finding hair colors from black to brown to auburn to red to platinum blonde and styles from curly pixie cuts to 1980s “big hair”. She came back with a golden blonde style that fell past the shoulders. She fitted and adjusted it and then let him see the final product.

“All we need now is a proper name for our feminized man,” Madame said. “As his wife, I leave his re-christening to you.”

Julie took a step back and examined her creation, like a female Pygmalion inspecting her Galatea. “Hmmm—with that figure and the blonde hair, what could be more appropriate than Marilyn?” she suggested.

“Excellent!” Madame agreed. And as she did, Julie beckoned her to come closer.

“I have a final request,” she whispered. “Could you….?”

“Of course, my dear…I’m sure you’ll both enjoy it!”

EPILOG:

That evening, Julie and Marilyn were preparing for bed—Julie in a figure-hugging satin gown and Marilyn in a revealing baby-doll nightie. Julie lay back on the bed, pulled up her gown and spread her legs suggestively. “Marilyn,” she said seductively, “pussy pleasure….”

Marilyn’s eyes glazed over and her sissy-cock enlarged in the thong of her baby-doll. She crawled onto the bed and buried her face in Julie’s crotch, eagerly using her lips and tongue to bring her wife to arousal. “Mmmmm….very nice, Marilyn….but remember, no spurting cock-cream until I say so.”

THE END