The Sensual TV

Smooth As Silk

By Robyn Smith

© 1996 Transgender Forum and Robyn Smith


Maria and I have been together for about four years now and have had some fantastic sex during that time. Both of us learned, as children, that there is a time for work and a time for play. Well our time to "PLAY" has finally arrived. My story begins about two years after we had graduated from High School.

I was going to college at the time and living on a rather meager income, actually it was an allowance from my parents. I lived in one of the dorms on campus.

Maria had taken a couple of years off from school and had taken a job to rebuild her accounts, then she had planned on returning to school. Since she was officially not a student, she had rented a small house across town, that had a good sized yard, a small garden and a couple of nice shade trees. Actually this property belonged to her uncle who was out of town, in the military, for at least the next three years, that's why she got such a good deal on it.

With both of us having a rather limited cash flow, I spent most weekends at her place, doing yard work and some minor home repairs. After working up a good sweat, I enjoyed cooling off by taking a shower, then we would both relax and eventually end up with some really good sex before she would finally drive me back to my dorm on Sunday evening. I would have moved in with her, but being on the opposite side of town would have posed serious transportation problems, since my class schedule wouldn't jive with her work schedule.

Occasionally during my shower, she would walk in and have a seat on the stool so that we could just relax and talk while I showered. Sometimes she would even help scrub my back, but that leads into another story. Sometimes I would walk in, ready to climb into the shower, and find her already soaking in the tub. When that happened, I would take a seat and talk to her while watching. Occasionally I would scrub her back for her but that also led into the other story. I tried to join her once but we found that her tub was just too small to have too much fun. All I know is that her conversations had a way of totally captivating a person and making them completely unaware of their surroundings. During these occasions of watching her bathe, I particularly enjoyed watching her shave her legs and manicure her pubic mound, on those nights, with those memories super fresh in my mind, the sex would be even more amazing.

One day I was in a rather good mood when I walked in on her, so I finally confessed a deep dark secret by telling her how much I enjoyed watching her shave herself and how I liked the soft silky feel of her skin afterwards, especially when the shaving was coupled with the light scent of the lotion she used. This combination was completely intoxicating to me.

She quietly acknowledged my observations and with a little hesitation in her voice, a twinkle in her eye, and a sly smile on her face, admitted to wondering what it was like to be on my side of the female razor. One thing led to another, and before I knew it, I had allowed her to talk me into letting her treat me to a bubble bath AND into letting her shave me the same way she shaved herself, complete with the styling of my crotch hair.

I was reminded later that I had actually agreed to let her do anything she desired with any and every hair on my body. I didn't really mind though, because that night we had some out-of-sight sex.

Since that night, we have incorporated this shaving routine into a regular part of our sexual relationship, at least three times a week, just to make sure the hair stays off and doesn't grow to the itching stage. It has become one hell of a turn on for both of us. At times, after the shaving is completed, as an additional part of our foreplay, she will even begin to playfully pluck at my eyebrows, just to get my attention. (As if I needed a reminder that she was there?) Plucking at the eyebrows also became one of her ways to wake me up in the morning. I finally took a good look at them one day, and found that they had taken on a very definite, feminine shape. It had happened so gradually that I hadn't really noticed before.

A few months after we had gotten into the shaving routine, I was doing an extremely hot and dirty job in her garden, working in a large dose of fertilizer (manure). I had gotten to the point to where my clothes would have stood by themselves. The odor alone was enough to almost put me out of commission, I can only imagine how others may have felt who would come into contact with me.When I got ready to shower, Maria told me that she would take care of my clothes while I bathed, and asked me to let her know when I was done with my shower so she could plan supper.

I didn't think much about it when I got out of the shower and found my clothes gone from on top of her bed. I called her to let her know I was done with the shower, figuring that we could just slip into some nice quiet relaxing sex while waiting for my clothes. I could have cared less about supper at that time, I just wanted Maria.

When she came into the bedroom, she informed me that we had a guest, Ann, coming over for dinner and asked if I could help her get things ready, as soon as I had "Shaved" properly. This told me that tonight was going to be one hell of a night, unable to do anything in front of Ann, but with the anticipation of what would follow her visit, it be awesome.

Ann was Maria's best friend, and an acquaintance of mine. I said, "Sure, but I don't have anything to wear, and I wouldn't advise walking around this place in the buff, you're curtains are almost transparent." I reluctantly told her that I would do what ever I could, as soon as I could get my clothes back and get dressed, thinking that this would be an ideal excuse to catch a quick nap and dream of my night with Maria, before supper.

Maria just laughed and informed me "You are not going to get off that easy, Angle. Just grab whatever you like of mine and wear it while you are helping me, we don't have too much time to get ready and I need your help now. So get "shaved" and meet me in the kitchen, call me if you need anything else." As I jokingly agreed to her terms, she grabbed my wet towel and returned to the kitchen while I returned to the shower. This is one little gal you just can not say "No" to.

As I got out of the shower the second time I found that I had to dry off with a small hand towel, which happened to be the only towel left. I figured that I would just grab a pair of her slacks or a pair of her sweats, after all, I didn't really need a shirt yet. Both of us being about the same size should help.

I went to her closet to find that the only clothing there was a combination of dresses, blouses and skirts. On the floor were a few pair of shoes in assorted styles and colors, but nothing else. I then checked her dresser, nothing. At that point I realized that I had no choice but to wear either a skirt or a dress, in order to keep my promise to her. Of course, wearing a skirt also meant that I would need a blouse, with the see through curtains, anyone seeing me in a skirt only would know something was up.

I also decided that I would need underwear, just in case my hem decided to take a trip towards the ceiling. With the mood Maria was in, it was hard to say what would happen. I grabbed a pair of her panties from the drawer and slipped into them while trying to decide on an outfit.

I found out later - the next day, that she had intentionally removed all of her slacks, pantsuits, nightgowns and robes before I got there and hid them in the basement. Anything that could even remotely resemble male clothing had been taken out.

As I stood there, wearing Maria's panties, I began to get turned on, thinking about the look on her face when she actually saw me in one of her outfits. I also began to realize that I was actually enjoying the feel of the material on my newly shaved skin. They were snug, supportive and tantalizingly light and airy.

I jokingly decided to pick the sexiest outfit I could get into and put it on properly, along with all of the "things" that girls normally wear, just to call her bluff in this little "joke" she was trying to play.

I elected to put on a pair of her nylons too, complete with garter belt. After all, this was just until my clothes were ready, she was undoubtedly trying to set me up and she would be the only one to see me. Anyhow, it sounded like a lot of fun to me, just to see the look on her face.

As luck would have it, I picked a dress that had a full back zipper. The snugness of the dress around my waist, coupled with my lack of agility working behind my back, prohibited me from zipping the thing up.

What I found even more interesting was that, other than the slightly snug fit at the waist and the extra fullness of the bodice, since I didn'thave any tits to speak of, the dress fit almost perfectly and felt somewhat comfortably sexy, totally unrestrictive and very provocative. It came to just slightly above my knees and had three quarter length sleeves, puffed slightly at the shoulders, which made moving my arms and shoulders easy. And it was my favorite color - BLACK - Satin, with a Chiffon overlay.

Since I needed both a bra and a girdle, I ditched the original bra and garter, then chose Maria's new, black, "one piece body briefer" with lace trim and a split crotch (no snaps). I had also replaced the nylons with a pair of control top panty hose. I stuffed the bra portion with a pair of falsies that I had found in her drawer, I didn't even know she had them until now, she sure didn't need them. I figured they must have been left over from her younger years. By now, I figured that we could both use a good laugh. Then I called Maria to help with the zipper.

When Maria came into the room, she didn't even break a smile, she just told me to turn around, then zipped the dress. This outfit, zipped and stuffed around my tits, suddenly limited my movements so much that I could no longer maneuver. I couldn't have gotten that zipper down again if my life depended on it. I had somehow managed to get myself totally imprisoned in a woman's dress and underwear, with no escape possible, just like Maria had planned all along. I was totally at her mercy now.

I didn't know where this was going to take us tonight, but the more I thought, the more turned on I got and the larger I got. The larger I got, the more I got turned on with the confining material and the more.....To make a long story short, I was in one hell of a bind.

Maria had me sit down so she could comb out my hair, which was still quite unruly from the shower and blow drying. As I sat there letting her work on my hair (I had worn it long for years), I knew it would take a while. We became involved in a conversation, about sex and what feelings I was experiencing, to the point that I had become totally engrossed in it and had actually forgotten exactly what she was doing to me. It felt so good to just sit there, with my eyes closed, and let her work on my hair and message my neck and face.

Before I knew it, she told me to pucker up and she would put something on my lips to help with the chapping. I did and she ended up putting on lipstick instead of lip balm. With my eyes closed, I didn't even notice. She continued working on my face, then I felt her begin working with my eyebrows. I opened my eyes to see her just beginning to apply mascara, she had already got the eyebrow pencil in. I just relaxed and let her do her thing. Once she finished with the eyeliner and shadow, she told me to sit still while she got me some jewelry to wear. She brought me a necklace and a small bracelet, an ankle bracelet and a pair of earrings. I didn't even notice that the earrings were the pierced type until she began poking holes in my ear lobes. But, I was so turned on by this time, that I didn't even care and I didn't try to stop her.

She then polished my finger nails and told me to carefully stand and look at myself in the mirror. What I saw in that mirror, I was not even prepared for. I was fully expecting to see a guy in a dress. What I actually saw was a beautiful young lady looking back at me. Maria had managed to completely transform me into this sexy young thing in the mirror. I couldn't believe it, she had even fixed my hair into a very simple but feminine style. I was totally speechless. Standing there staring into the mirror, I even felt pretty, I felt like a young lady.

It wasn't until Maria went to the closet and pulled out a pair of women's pumps, in my size, that I actually realized, for the first time, that I had been set up and had fallen for it hook line and sinker. I was still laughing about it, and congratulating her for being able to pull it off, as I followed her to the kitchen to help out, as promised.

This outfit was a signal to me that tonight would be so far out of this world - sex wise - that I might even end up wearing my male appendage completely off and then actually need this dress for real.

Maria asked me to help get the table set for us, "but first, 'Angela', please take out the trash. Pick up is in about twenty minutes. It's over there in the corner, all ready to go."

At first, I was surprised that she would even ask me to think about leaving the safety of the house dressed like this. But the more I thought about it, the more I remembered the young lady looking back from the mirror and figured that I could do it with no problem, and so I did just that.

After dropping the trash at the curb, as I was returning to the house, I began thinking about what had happened, and about the name "Angela" that Maria had called me. The name was a normal extension of the name Angel that she had used since we first dated, but I also loved the sound of it, especially when Maria said it - to and about me.

I returned to the house and finished getting the table ready at about the same time Maria was reaching a point in the dinner preparations that she was able to take another short break. We sat at the table and enjoyed a cup of coffee as she began, in a matter of fact fashion, to coach me in how to sit, how to walk and even how to hold my coffee cup and eating utensils. I decided to just follow along and see where this would take us, and I had forgotten about Ann coming over.

We were both obviously enjoying my predicament, I hadn't been this turned on in years and I was experiencing feelings that I had never felt before in my life. We were laughing at how much I had willingly done to set myself up, as a part of this game. We got the biggest laugh about the fact that the combination of the girdle, panties and pantyhose, prevented either one of us from just pulling things aside and getting into it right there on the table or kitchen floor.

Maria then informed me that she planned on leaving me in this outfit until after Ann left, just to get Ann's reaction and to see if I could pull it off by convincing Ann that I was Maria's cousin, Angela, from California. Just then the phone rang.

Maria answered the phone and only spoke for a few minutes as I sat, idly gazing out the window. I watched the trash being picked up and began thinking about everything that had happened, about how turned on I was, about how Maria and I were both enjoying this game, but mostly, How I could turn the tables on Maria. I also quietly reflected on the feelings that had been stirred up inside of me and the implications those feelings conveyed. I was happier at that point in time than ever before in my life.

When Maria hung up the phone, she looked at me with a sly smile and said, rather bluntly, "There's been a change of plans, Angela, we are going over to Ann's place. She is having car trouble and can't make it over here in time for dinner. I'll finish cooking here then we can take it over there to eat, OK? Why don't you go ahead and clear the table?"

It had been over two hours since Maria had taken my clothes to wash, so I told her, "OK, I'll get cleaned up and changed while you are taking care of dinner. If things work out, maybe I'll let you try this thing on Ann some other time. I'll get the table when we get back." Maria just smiled, looked me in the eye and asked, "What are you planning on changing into,Angela?" I said, "My clothes of course, by the way, where are they?"

Maria's next comment caught me completely off guard when she said, in a serious tone of voice, "YOU just threw YOUR clothes away in the trash. Unless YOU are willing to chase down the trash truck and fish them out, dressed as you are, then you'll just have to either go as you are now or go naked, the choice is yours. But, if you choose to go naked, you might as well just go ahead and walk back to your dorm, because you won't be coming back here tonight." Her tone of voice and the look on her face told me that she was totally serious about this.

I didn't know if I should laugh or cry, I just sat there trying to imagine how I was going to get clear across town and back into the dorm, either dressed like this or naked, without getting caught. I was getting a bit scared, but I was also getting even more turned on by the thought of being trapped in this outfit, and totally at Maria's mercy.

Pretty soon, Maria handed me a purse that contained my wallet, keys and some cosmetics which she had bought just for me, and asked me "Are you ready Angela? The cosmetics are just in case you need a quick touch up." She then handed me a light shoulder wrap and we left.

On the drive over to Ann's, I noticed how well the wrap and purse coordinated with the rest of the outfit. When I mentioned this to Maria, she informed me that she had planned it that was since she knew which dress I would most likely pick. (I had chosen correctly). Now I knew that she had planned the outing as well. Damn she was good.

Maria then informed me that we needed to make a quick stop to pick up a bottle of wine for tonight's dinner. I said OK, expecting her to let me stay in the car. Once we got to the liquor store, she couldn't find a parking spot and talked me into going in for the wine. I was a bit embarrassed but I managed to pull it off.

We were at Ann's for over an hour, just talking girl talk and having dinner, before Ann realized who I really was. Talking had not been a problem for me since I have a rather high pitched voice anyway. Ann's not knowing me very well also helped. With that, the conversation turned to my attire and how much I had done to get myself trapped and so forth. Ann just had to see the whole transition, which she did (Once again - another story). Maria and I ended up spending the night at Ann's.

The next morning, since my earlier outfit would have been out of place for that time of day, Ann and Maria picked out one of Ann's dresses for me to wear for the rest of that day, until we got back to Maria's late that afternoon. The dress was also accompanied with clean underwear and foundations.

Since that outing, Angela has amassed quite a wardrobe at Maria's place and comes to visit on a regular basis. She is also welcome to stay as long as she wants.


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