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The scene had been set. After weeks of meticulous organisation, outfit planning and tears, they were finally doing it.
Elijah and Bea had been together for about 2 years, but it’s not like Elijah had been keeping it a secret or anything. Even though they were both comfortable with their sex life and could openly talk about it with each other, Elijah was more shy when it came to kinks, particularly his own.
It had all started 3 months ago with a stupid fucking joke. All he could remember was that he and Bea had been chilling out on their couch and watching some cutesy YouTube compilation about dogs when he had jokingly complained about wanting to be a dog and wanting treats. “So you just want treats? We have enough candy as is!” She laughed, not moving from where her head lay on his lap. He glanced down at her, “Nah, I want the head scratches too. Doggie baths, you picking up my shit. The whole shebang.” She snorted and reached up her hand to softly scratch at his chest, “Aww, good girl!” She said, keeping her eyes still locked on the Shiba Inu on the tv. Elijah had then very gracefully choked on his spit. And then it was left at that. Bea had assumed he was about to laugh, and then choked on his spit, and it was never brought up again.
Well, it was never mentioned again. Elijah’s brain definitely brought it up again. And again. And again. Especially when he was jerking off. Or when he and Bea were having sex. He’d imagine her leaning down to moan into his ear “Good girl.” as he spilled inside the condom. Or when she pegged him from behind, he imagined she’d slap his ass and call him her “bad girl”, which somehow felt even more… slutty?
After doing some very extensive research, he had learned about feminisation, and that there were a lot of things beyond ‘good girl’ that turned him on. Bea and him had their fair share of kinks, so he wasn’t sure why he just couldn’t come out and tell her. Maybe he was afraid that she’d get the wrong idea, or that she’d be grossed out by him. He eventually got found out by Bea when he was browsing various kink websites, and had the link to a frilly, bright pink skirt opened. He froze like a deer in headlights, his hand clenching the mouse. “You want me to wear that? It’s not really my thing, but if it makes you happy, baby.” She had said, bemused. He squeezed his eyes shut, “It’s for me.” He said softly. There was a short pause that felt like an eternity for Elijah, and then Bea let out an almost comical “Ohhh. I get it now.” It turned out, Bea was the exact opposite of grossed out. She was more than happy to explore this kink with him, as it turns out she was also very turned on by the idea.
And now it was finally time and Elijah felt like throwing up. He was so scared that they might’ve wasted all their time and money, planning his ‘perfect’ fantasy, and that it might just not be what he expects. What if he hates it? What if Bea hates it? He felt like a wreck, but after many comforting words from his partner and lots of hugs and kisses, he deemed himself ready, and the scene was set.
Bea had done his makeup, a bit of mascara to ‘enhance his fuck-me eyes’ she had explained to him while she finished up on his lashes. She had stood so close to him, and delicately described each step as she smeared and dusted on product. Elijah wasn’t really sure why she had insisted on explaining the entire process, but after she rubbed his newly glossed bottom lip and whispered, “There’s my pretty girl.” with a specific glint in her eye he couldn’t place, he began to think that it was as much of a turn on for her as it was for him. Elijah was hard as a rock under his white mini skirt, and its thin fabric did very little to hide his erection. Under the short skirt, hid a pair light blue lace boxers he had bought without Bea knowing. He had wanted to surprise her, but he was now worried about the surprise itself being ruined. She was practically in his lap, gushing about how “Pretty and fucked out” he’d look as she dusted blush over his chubby cheeks. And boy, was he a goner. He could already feel precum begin to dampen the panties. He swallowed thickly, and suggested they officially begin the scene. She had kissed him, which left him a bit winded and his cock twitching, before leaving the room to don her own outfit. Bea had often liked dressing up herself and had dedicated and entire section of her closet to her ‘sex clothes’, which she occasionally wore out in public as well.
He stood in front of the mirror and nervously patted down skirt as he inspected his new look in the mirror. He was wearing a baby blue jumper and white, thick thigh high socks to match the mini skirt. Everything had suited him… so well? The colours, the makeup and especially the clothes all complimented him. The makeup had accentuated his natural features, and the colours made his skin tone pop. And the clothes, the clothes were just perfect! The sweater was slightly oversized, making him drown a bit in the soft fabric, but also cropped revealing just a bit his stomach. The skirt was tight in all the right places. Bea had always said he had a great ass and would sometimes playfully spank it whenever he walked by, and he’d respond by jokingly swaying his hips and laughing. But this was on a whole other level. He shifted to see it from the side and felt his jaw slightly drop, he couldn’t believe he was staring at himself. He let his hands brush over the fabric, feeling the curve of his own ass and even squeezed it. Then he imagined Bea spanking him for real. She’d pull down his panties and call him pretty and dirty at the same time and make him count as she slapped his skin crimson. And when he was done counting, she’d call him her good girl.
Elijah shivered, hands still on his ass, lost in his fantasy as he heard his partner clear her throat. He jumped and didn’t know what to do with his hands, so he just fiddled with his fingers, like he’d been caught doing something.
There Bea stood, leaning against the doorframe. She looked absolutely stunning, as usual. She had put on red lip gloss and was wearing black high waisted almost latex-like pants along with black heeled boots. Her top was a sleeveless black corset that pushed her breasts up slightly, and right in between them rested her signature golden pendant. She smirked, “You lost, doll?” she asked in a fake Southern twang before bursting out into giggles. Elijah’s heart felt like it skipped two beats. The first was because he had realised that he had been her doll the entire evening. Even though he had technically picked out the clothes, she had still dressed him up and applied his makeup for him oh so carefully. He’d have to look into that some other time. The second beat skipped was because of her giggles. In that moment he felt extremely of turned on but also relieved, knowing that they were both comfortable in this moment, just the two of them.
She strut towards him with a grin on her face and he suddenly began to feel very small under her gaze. The heels made her slightly taller than him, but it was almost like the aura changed the moment she entered the room. She was usually very confident when wearing these kinds of outfits, but tonight was different. Different because here Elijah was, dressed like he still played with dolls, and Bea was dressed like she made dolls out of guys like Elijah. Seconds felt like minutes in that moment, as she reached out her hand to gently grab the dark curls behind his neck, and his breath hitched. He wondered how her lip gloss would feel against his, and if the flavours would mix. Cherry and strawberry on their tongues.