(fetish, sissy, feminization, modification, consensual, reluctant, FLR)
By ChangeYourPassword Return to the island
Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this story and the fetishes involved, great. If not, please forget the whole thing.
This tale is a stand-alone story of an adventure at Paradise Isle. Please read at least the first section of my story '
Paradise Isle, The Beginning',
for background on the wonderful island and its sexual vacation orientation. It sets the stage for this and other stories of sexual pleasures enjoyed at that glorious resort local.
Final note: This story includes another surgical procedure that is real, but harsh.
Dylan had settled into the life that Logan had established for her. Dilan, the sissy was no more. Logan had even arranged for an identity change for her husband. The picture on Dylan's new driver's license, as well as the one on her passport showed Dylan the woman.
Those had been difficult arrangements for him, now her. She had gotten used to her life as a girl. In many respects it was easier than his life as a sissy. At least since their visit to Paradise Isle when so much of his body had been remodeled.
She no longer had to suffer through the humiliation of being a guy with breasts, in feminine clothes.
And for some reason, sitting to pee now seemed more acceptably appropriate to her.
Her only complication was tediously having to remove her makeup to appear on work-related video conference calls. At work, to her customers and bosses, she was still Dilan the guy.
Of course, Dylan wore her sexy maid's outfits at all times, while at home. But now she wore pretty dresses when she went out shopping or for dates with her Mistress. And these days she always kept Logan's dildo tucked back between her legs, so she could maintain her lady-like, front profile.
And the longer she wore her strict corsets, the smaller her waist became and the better her figure appeared. Dylan did appreciate that aspect, and became more or less comfortable with the constant restriction.
All in all, she became the perfect, sexy girl that her wife demanded. And Logan loved it so much, she wanted more.
She had signed Dylan up for cooking classes at the local community college, so several times a week Dylan, wearing her uniform attended school.
Logan had insisted that since the education was for Dylan the maid, not Dylan the girl, she should dress the part.
Dylan had resisted, protested, and whined, and even cried, but all to no avail. Logan was adamant, even nasty and threatening. So, Dylan, hugely embarrassed, attended school looking as her old dream-girl, Yvette the maid.
The one concession Logan did agree to was to allow Dylan to hide her outfit beneath an appropriately styled cape that hid her clothing, while she walked across the school's grounds, even though it certainly looked out of place on a college campus in the twenty-first century.
In the classroom, though, while she spent a couple of hours with a dozen women intent on learning how to make gourmet meals, she was on full display. And all of them, as well as the instructor, also a woman, were clearly put off by the sexy servant in their midst. Their disdain, contempt and disgust were obvious, but Dylan had no choice but to ignore it and carry on, as Logan expected better meals, and she had to deliver.
Despite her humiliations and discomfort, Dylan's love for Logan remained strong. She still worshiped her lover and followed her every instruction. And much of the time she did enjoy married life.
But there were admittedly, times when she grew tired of her routine. She was always so busy working, either at Dilan's job on the phone in his home office, or in her role as maid and lover, taking care of her wife and their home.
Logan, did notice. She cared for her husband, and Dylan's lethargy began worrying her.
"What's wrong, lover?" she asked one night when Dylan seemed particularly listless as they cuddled in bed. "Aren't you comfortable with our marriage?"
"Of course, I am."
"Is it your looks and clothes?"
"No, you like them, so I do, too." He said, defensively.
"Then what?"
He sighed, "I guess I'm just tired. My job keeps me busy all day, and my chores and classes keep me busy in the evenings and on weekends." He paused, and then smiling wryly, added, "and you keep me busy at night."
She chuckled at that, and so did he.
"But it leaves me tired, all of the time."
"Oh, poor baby," she said, as she lifted up from her favorite position on Dylan's chest and kissed him lovingly.
Then she climbed up to lay on top of her, so they were face to face, breasts to breasts, and the dildo was positioned just under her pussy.
Logan looked at him thoughtfully. "You know, there's no real reason for you to keep your old job. We don't need the money. Frankly, it only adds to our tax burden."
She paused to let the idea sink in. Watching Dylan's reaction, she could see that her girl was surprised, and hesitant.
"Dylan, just think. You wouldn't have to deal with any more video calls; fooling around with your makeup and worrying about being found-out.
"And you know I'm right about not needing the money."
Dylan still didn't answer. She was still lost in thought. Part of her liked the idea. No more worries about work. She'd only have to deal with the housework and taking care of her wife.
But it haunted her that she'd then be a full-time girl, and maid. There would be no semblance of the guy she used to be. Dilan would be gone for good. It seemed like it would be the final big step. From guy, to sissy, to permanent girl.
Not something he'd ever imagined. Not the life he had ever dreamed of.
But he'd never imagined meeting anyone like Logan, or loving anyone like her, or becoming a version of Yvette.
