Big Rachel Takes Charge Pt 03

This is a work of fiction, and all people named in the story are purely fictional.

CHAPTER 3: HAPPINESS TAKES MANY DIFFERENT FORMS

9

For the next couple of weeks, Rachel knew she would be walking on eggs. Even if Tom had taken to the big changes in his life like a duck to the water, it was still a very new situation for the young boy, and she realized perfectly well that, at this stage, the slightest mistake or even hesitation on her behalf could reverse the process.

Indeed, any sense of embarrassment, impropriety, or even too much silence surrounding his knickers could make him start feeling uncomfortable and insecure about being in them. And that was, of course, to be avoided; a sissy must always feel happy and comfy, both in his clothes and in his life.

So, the young dominatrix made pretty sure they both remained very focused on his underwear over this period. And she very logically kept bringing them up in the conversation, but always in a casual and matter-of-fact manner.

"How do your knickers feel today, Tom?"

"Would you like me to iron your knickers?"

'I've put your knickers in the wash, Tom."

And so on.

The idea was, of course, for him to be constantly reminded, always in a very practical and down-to-earth way, of what he now wore under his trousers. That way, the fact that it was all very much happening in the real world and could last his entire life would sink in better. It was not just some bit of fantasy or meaningless role play that was being acted out. It was a big adventure he was embarking on, and some things needed proper time to be digested.

After a few weeks, when the 24-year-old sissy trainer felt that he was properly settled in his new underwear and would no longer be reverting back to the old kind, she decided it was time for her to push things a little further.

One Sunday morning, Tom came out fully dressed into the living room to find all three girls simply lounging around on the sofa. A typical lazy weekend for the hard-working young people.

Before Tom could even say "hi" to them, Rachel simply looked at him and very firmly patted her upper thighs, as if to indicate clearly he was to come over and place his bum right there. She made it look like it was the most normal thing in the world for him to do. And, at this point, it probably was. But if she had expressed her demand with words, it wouldn't have had quite the same effect. As with many other things, it was simply a question of confidence and right timing. And Rachel had plenty of the former while being an expert at the latter.

As she anticipated, Tom spontaneously and quite mechanically walked over and seated himself upon Rachel's knees, under the watchful eyes of her very impressed friends. He perhaps wasn't properly woken up yet, but his instincts definitively were. And simply following them had driven him straight to his proper place.

Immediately, Rachel started to make the boy comfortable by seating him high up on her lap, with his legs on each side of her thighs. She then clasped her hands around his tummy and held on to him securely.

It was obviously the proper place for him to be seated. Both of them knew it, as did the other girls. But it still had to be acted out. Now that the ice was broken, she knew that, from now on, Tom would just be very naturally plonking himself on her lap regardless of whoever else was in the room.

From that point, something else began to change in Tom's life. Rachel had never been big on modesty, but now she started walking around the flat completely naked in front of him. He was a bit surprised at first but soon accepted it as perfectly normal behavior. After all, what did she have to worry about with him? Nothing. He had never been a threat of any kind, and now she was simply making it clear and official to him. She was letting him know, in her own way, that he was perfectly harmless, both to her and to all females. It was a simple truth, of course: Tom was just one of the girls now, and Rachel was no longer an object of desire for him but a super-duper big sister whom he absolutely adored!

In the mornings or evenings, mostly when she was nude, Rachel would sometimes call Tom over for a little nose-rubbing session as a way of greeting or good-nighting him.

"Eskimo style!" she would shout out to him.

Following which they would both bend over and bring their faces together until their noses touched. A totally goofy, friendly, and non-sexual way of showing each other their affection. And one she simply adored and even happened to be one of her trademarks, with all her sissies.

Anyway, Tom's sissy training was almost complete now. Rachel still had a couple more things on her mind, but they would pose no problem at all and could wait a few more weeks. Life is fantastic when everyone is feeling happy just being in their proper place, she thought. And Tom would, without any doubt, be feeling the same, once he had properly digested everything that had happened to him in the past month.

10

Tom was a little more agitated than usual and kept wriggling and fidgeting while he sat on Rachel's lap. She knew he was feeling nervous and restless because he was coming towards the end of his trial period at his job and expected the decision to be made the following day. So she had naturally restrained herself, over the past fortnight, from partying, bonking, or even inviting anyone round in the evening so that he could have his peace of mind over this period. That was the sort of delightful, empathetic big sister she was.

But unlike him, she knew perfectly well the outcome would be positive. For even if he would never be a killer or anything in the workplace, he was a sensible and conscientious lad if ever she had met one. Never late for anything, well trained in his job, personable, competent, and low profile. Not the kind of person to rub anyone the wrong way or to cause any trouble.

"I wouldn't get your knickers in a twist over it, Tom!" the dominant female said in a jokey fashion as he bit nervously on his nails. "It will just be fine."

He would have liked to have shared her optimism.

Ella and Clara were both feeling equally concerned and caring as they tried hard to put themselves in the boy's position. Of course, very unlike him, they had been all around the world and had often quit jobs in favor of better things. So it wasn't such a big deal to them. But Tom wasn't like that; he was a simple lad, and the prospect of full-time, permanent work was, of course, something he took very seriously. It was his nature, his upbringing, and the girls respected that.

But it was about time to put his mind on something else, and tonight Clara decided he was entitled to a special treat.

"How would you like to give me a passionate French kiss, Tom?" she asked him.

Tom had never much viewed himself as a romantic kisser or a French lover, much less in the past two months. But the prospect of giving one to a beauty queen like Clara was something he found quite hard to resist.

But when she stood up, instead of facing the boy, she simply turned her back on him and very naturally hiked her black skirt above her waist, discovering her phenomenal big bottom. She then bent her knees, pushing her rear out towards him, and parted her butt cheeks wide with both her hands.

Tom was taken aback, but that was, of course, the kind of French kisser he was now. Up to him to make the most of it.

Sensing his legitimate awkwardness, the young model was naturally prepared to help the novice boy find his bearings in this new situation. So, after completely removing her skirt so it wouldn't get in his way, she instructed him to lick and smooch her large buttocks a little first, then kiss all around the orifice to help himself get into the mood. He, of course, followed her expert advice.

"How does it feel to be worshiping a beauty queen's bottom, Tom?" kindly laughed Rachel.

Well, it felt strange at first, but he definitively wanted to worship Clara, of course. Her pink little butthole was almost like a small mouth in some ways, and he realized that by placing his own over it and using his imagination a little, he was almost able to feel like a true Prince Charming, passionately showing his princess all his lust. After a while, he even began to enjoy the sensation brought on by giving his very first anal French kiss. He felt relaxed and relieved of his anxiety, which, of course, was the main purpose of the whole thing, after all.

After about ten minutes of passionately twirling his tongue inside Clara's salty-tasting butthole, it was so obvious he was having such a good time that he no longer seemed to realize where he was or even how long he had been at it for. He was, very typically, living inside a little pink bubble and refusing to leave it, despite the young Eurasian model's perfectly clear injunctions to do so. All good things have to come to an end, young man!

With other sissies, and under other circumstances, Carla would have playfully farted into his mouth. But Tom was still very new to all this, and even though he seemed to be understanding his place perfectly, she didn't want to push things too far. After all, the idea was to calm his nerves down, not to inflict any shock or surprise that would unsettle him further.

But he finally ended up winding down, his face covered in sweat and his erect penis ready to explode. So Clara kindly allowed him to release it on her bum as a token of his appreciation. A nice tribute to the (beauty) queen she was.

And, of course, Tom passed his trial period with no problem.

11

Rachel was very satisfied with Tom's rapid development and realized that, after only two months, he was already almost there. Wow, he was a fast learner! The one or two things that still had to be finalized within his sissification process would represent no big deal for either of them, and had no need to be rushed either.

A couple of weeks after he had passed his trial period, the girls took Tom out on a long hike into the countryside on a route they were familiar with. They knew that no toilets were available out in the middle of nowhere, so they would have to pee outside if necessary. And it definitively would be necessary with the amount of water they had been drinking.

But, of course, it was no big deal, as the girls simply pulled their jeans down and crouched behind a tree. When it was Tom's turn, he started unbuttoning his fly in the usual fashion, but his friends simply instructed him to pull his jeans and knickers down and to crouch exactly like them while pushing his penis back between his legs, as if it was the most obvious thing on earth.

They were a bunch of girls out on a walk; why would he even want to be any different from them?

For the first time in his life, Tom had peed like a girl. It had happened in such a natural and relaxed fashion, and yet they all knew immediately it was a definitive transition and there would be no going back. Urinals were over as far as Tom was concerned!

About twenty minutes later, the young hiker was in for another surprise.

Tom felt the pace was rather rapid and was starting to tire a little. The girls were all much fitter than him, and he was trying hard not to show them his difficulties. He hadn't said anything because he really wanted to keep up with them, but they had just been walking too fast for his pace. And once again, he was amazed at the extent Rachel could read exactly what was on his mind.

"Piggyback!" she suddenly shouted, smiling to him over her shoulder and bending her knees.

The idea perhaps seemed incongruous for a second or two, but then he realized that Rachel was slightly taller, but above all, much stronger and more muscular than himself. Partly due to all her combat sports. So, carrying him for a while would be no problem for her, and he needed to rest his legs. So after less than a couple of seconds' hesitation, he happily climbed onto her back for his first piggyback ride in a very long time. There would be many others.

12

Rachel had never been the kind of dominatrix who was heavy on discipline or punishment with her sissies. Her powerful nature and natural authority had always been enough to keep things under control. Not that she was too heavy on control either. In truth, she was probably the coolest and most easygoing kind of dominant female you could imagine. She had only ever spanked a sissy's bottom perhaps on half a dozen occasions in her entire life. And even then, she hadn't been too heavy-handed on them. The idea, after all, was not to inflict real pain but simply to remind the boys who was in charge!

But the laid-back manner in which she went around such things was not so much due to laziness as to simply having a huge confidence in her own strength and power. All her friends knew that she was always prepared to put in what was necessary, but often, just the proper tone of voice was enough for her to enforce her domination.

Ella and Clara remembered a previous sissy of hers, James, a much less intelligent lad than Tom, who was always provoking and pushing the limits with Rachel, believing he could get away with it.

The dominant girl had sort of let it slip at first and said nothing for a few times, letting him enjoy the feeling he was getting the upper hand. Then she simply waited for the right moment to come. And that moment when James decided to be a clever dick again just happened to be when 15 acquaintances of theirs were sitting around the table.

"If you don't cut it out immediately, James, I'm going to pull down your knickers, put you over my knee, and give you a proper hiding in front of all our friends," she suddenly announced loud and clear while staring him out.

It wasn't' so much the threat, which was quite unimaginative really, as Rachel's harsh and cold tone --and even colder stare-- that had done the trick. You could tell immediately she meant business. She was the sort of dominatrix who, with one well-delivered line, possessed the power to turn a sassy sissy into a frightened little thing. James was always a good boy after that.

Rachel had a lot of respect for the kind of dominatrixes who wore leather clothing, indulged in using a whip, or sometimes even a leash and collar on their very submissive sissies. But all that fancy dress role-play had never been her style. All that attire and junk! Very logically, she never demanded much from a sissy in that department either. As far as she was concerned, as long as he wore girls' knickers and peed like a girl, he could wear whatever he wanted, even in private with her. She knew that some dominatrixes would dress sissies up in frilly lingerie and dresses, with all sorts of makeup and even perfume. But none of this was really to the point, she felt. As for the mild nose rubbing and piggybacking that many considered to be her trademarks, they weren't, by any means, that necessary, in her mind. Even if most of her sissies happily went along with them.

As for Tom, he was not the kind of sissy who needed much disciplining anyway. And Rachel knew immediately she wouldn't be punishing him in any kind of way. He was a very honest lad, well brought-up, and always eager to make a good impression on other people, in or outside the workplace. As for Rachel, she was now both big sister and best friend to him. In their own ways, both of them shared a very simple and pragmatic approach to life, which also explained why their special kind of relationship worked so well.

For as long as Ella and Carla had known Rachel, she had always been high- powered but also very down-to-earth and straightforward about more or less everything in her life. She was a girl who liked to get things done, as opposed to just talking about them. And whenever she wanted something, she would always end up having it. For instance, in the work field, she always managed to get the positions her heart was set on and pretty much the kind of money as well. That's the way she had been ever since she was at Cambridge, and she was showing no signs of slowing down.

Exactly the same kind of attitude applied to how she handled her fuckbuddies and, of course, her sissies. Straightforward, no nonsense, and wasting no time was the usual formula when Big Rachel took charge of things!

Having said all this, her friends knew perfectly well that, in spite of being a total go-getter and risk-taker, Rachel remained, above all, a true hedonist. Beneath her fast-paced life, she was a girl who enjoyed her own comfort and happiness. And wasn't she just proving it again? Sitting in a comfy armchair, inside a big flat, she more or less ran as she wanted, with a drink in her hand, a nice sissy on her lap, and her fabulous best friends for company. Not to mention plenty of money, of course. Not a bad life really, for a modern, healthy, 24-year-old dominant girl.

And speaking of domination, fortunately for Rachel, the world was full of strong but also weak and submissive men to match her different needs. Some of the men needed a little work done inside their minds so they could accept how they really were, but with a girl like her on the job, it was mostly no big deal.

EPILOGUE,

3 MONTHS LATER

Tom was hovering around the girls inside the flat, moving briskly in an excited and eager way, unable to settle himself or even to sit down properly.

This holiday had been a long time coming, but it was finally there, and in a few minutes a cab would be turning up outside the flat to take all four of them to the airport before they embarked on a 10-hour trip to Brazil. A, well-deserved, three-week break for these worthy hard workers!

All three girls had planned this trip very carefully, booking hotels and various tours all over the country, mostly to take into account Tom's inexperience with traveling and, to an extent, with life in general. The girls were more 'get up and go' backpack sort of globetrotters who had been all around the world, but they knew perfectly well Tom wasn't cut out for that. And that proved no problem for them at all; it would just be an easy and a well-organized trip for a change.

"Don't get your knickers in a knot, Tommy-boy!" laughed Rachel. "He'll be here in a few minutes."

More than the exciting adventure itself, Tom was, most of all, looking forward to enjoying the company of his super-duper friends in a new environment. It was a wonderful feeling he was experiencing just now because he knew that with the three of them in charge of everything, he would be totally secure. All he had to do was just follow them along and enjoy all the discoveries the voyage had to offer, without having to worry about getting lost or not being safe anywhere. If he had embarked on a thing like that on his own, he would have been so anxious and careful the whole time that he probably wouldn't have made the most of it.

And that is the wonderful thing about having found your proper place with people in the world. There are no words to describe just how relieving and relaxing it is not having to act a phony character, because your mates know your nature, personality, and limitations completely back to front. And not only that, but also encourage you just to be yourself in life and not even try to prove anything to anyone.

Tom realized that, at this moment, he had never been happier in his whole life.

THE END