2. Doll in the Making

Sissy's Final Bloom

Chapter 2: Doll in the Making

Irina stirs from her nap, an ache tingling between her legs. An arm drapes over her, warm and familiar, as her partner pulls her closer. Alexa's soft breath brushes her face. Smiling, Irina leans in, pressing her lips to Alexa's with a gentle suck and a teasing nip. Alexa blinks awake, rolling toward her with a sleepy grin. She parts her lips, her tongue darting out to meet Irina's in a playful, tangled dance--sweet and fierce all at once.

Pulling back just enough to catch her breath, Alexa tugs Irina closer. She murmurs, "How long were we out?"

Irina stretches, glancing at the sky. "A while, I think. It's getting dark--maybe we should head inside?"

Alexa peeks over her shoulder. The sun dips low, painting the beach in golden hues. "Nah," she says with a sly smile, pulling Irina tighter. "Let's stay a bit longer. Just you and me." Irina scans the shore--most visitors are packing up, their chatter fading as they go.

Nestled against Alexa, Irina shifts, suddenly aware of the bulge straining against her bikini bottoms. She slips her hand from Alexa's embrace, gently covering her bulge from outlookers. Alexa notices, her hand brushing lightly over it, and leans in close. "Hey," she whispers, voice soft and steady, "don't hide it. You're perfect--my sissy gurl, my beautiful girl. Remember last year? Your beach fantasy? You're living it, and I've got you. The towels, the blanket--nobody's going to hurt you. It's just us and the waves."

Irina melts into Alexa's embrace, twisting to kiss her again before resting her head on her shoulder. "I love you so much," she says, her voice thick with feeling. "You're the best wife--supportive, amazing, everything."

They linger there, wrapped in each other, watching the sunset glow. As the last light fades, they start gathering their things. Irina ties a sarong around her hips, feeling the cool fabric against her skin. Her bikini top hugs her chest, her small, perky nipples pressing against it--little badges of pride from two years on hormones. She tosses her cover-up into the tote, deciding to strut back to the hotel showing off her modest, hard-earned cleavage.

She catches sight of Alexa slipping into a knit, see-through dress. It clings to her slender hourglass frame, her perky C-cups straining against a tight red one-piece swimsuit. Irina grins, feeling a flutter of admiration--and maybe a little envy.

At just over 5 '6", Irina's a vision: smooth, youthful skin where stubble once lingered, her shoulder-length brown hair streaked with golden undertones. Behind oversized purple heart-shaped glasses, her piercing green eyes sparkle. Matching heart-shaped earrings frame her petite face, bright red lipstick shimmering on her full lips.

Hand in hand, they stroll back to the hotel, the ocean whispering behind them.

They step into the room, the air buzzing with anticipation. Alexa heads straight for the shower, while Irina drifts slowly to the balcony. The night unfurls before her--stars twinkling above, the faint crackle of a beach bonfire below. She wonders what surprise Alexa has cooked up this time. Her wife loves teasing out her deepest desires, always crafting something special to make Irina's sissy transformation shine--every detail accentuating her feminine glow.

"Babe, the shower's ready for you!" Alexa's voice calls from inside.

Irina glides back in, shedding her sarong, untying her bikini, and tossing them to the ground with a playful flick. She steps naked into the bathroom and spots Alexa, radiant in just a towel, holding a small steel chastity cage. "I saw how excited you got on the beach," Alexa teases, her eyes glinting. "We can't have that stealing the surprise tonight. Let's tuck that clitty back where it belongs. Hop in, wash all your bits--sand's sneaky, you know. And no playing with yourself--I'll be watching through the glass, so be my good girl."

Irina lets out a soft moan of disappointment. She'd cherished her day cage-free, relishing the ache of her cock stretching unbound. Most days, Alexa keeps her locked up, freeing her only for cleaning or when an outfit demands it. The moments free are pure bliss for her.

But it wasn't always like this. Alexa and Irina used to make passionate love together, both when Irina lived as a man and in the first few phases of her sissy transformation. But as Irina's feminine identity evolved, Alexa began withholding sex, and the chastity cage became a constant in their marriage--like the two rings that tie their union, now a lock and key binding their eternal D/s relationship. Irina had hoped Alexa's surprise tonight might involve finally using her cock again, making love to her wife. Despite this, Irina is happy to be herself and to share an emotional bond with Alexa, though she still longs to feel that sensation ripple through her body, her shriveled but thirsty manhood.

She steps into the steaming shower, shampoos the salt from her hair, and lathers her skin with a citrus-mélange-scented body wash. The sponge glides over her smooth, hairless body, each brush a little thrill. Through the glass, she catches Alexa's naked body leaning over the sink--long, bright legs standing tall, delicious plum cheeks on display, curves dazzling in the light, ample breasts reflecting in the mirror, eyes tracing eyeliner with focus. Irina's hand drifts to her hardening shaft, but Alexa spots her like a kitten pawing at yarn and smirks back, her eyes glittering with a playful "not yet." Irina giggles, letting go to rinse off.

Fresh from the shower, she towels off and strolls toward Alexa, who's blow-drying her long brunette hair, still gloriously bare. Towering over Irina, her heart-shaped curves sway as she turns. "Honey, your tan's adorable! You're glowing. Now hurry--we don't want to be late. Spread your legs--let's get that clitty caged."

Alexa snags the steel ring from the counter and kneels, eye-level with Irina's clit. With surgical precision, she slips Irina's balls through it. Then, she takes Irina's erect cock into her mouth in one swift, wet gulp--lathering it just enough before forcing the stiff shaft into the cage. The lock clicks shut before Irina can savor it. Disappointment floods her; she'd felt so close to grasping her pleasure, only for it to slip away through her locked cock. She looks down at her caged clit and notices a red lip stain from Alexa's lipstick on the shaft, marking it as her property.

Alexa stands, tugging playfully at Irina's "cherries," admiring the tiny heart-shaped bush above her pubic bone. She smacks Irina's ass cheek and pulls her into a warm kiss.

"That pink sparkly garter from the cruise? Perfect for tonight. Get dressed--full makeup, babe!"

Irina walks to the vanity mirror in the room and digs into her makeup bag, starting with her base. She's eager to see where the night will lead. She applies her brown copper-colored lipstick, its warmth complementing her tanned skin. Pink eyeshadow ties in the garter, and her contour sharpens her delicate jawline and petite nose. The cage tightens as she transforms into a doll, her clitty throbbing with every stroke of her makeup brush.

In the room, Alexa has slipped into a little black dress, rhinestones catching the moonlight from the balcony. She strides over, beaming. "Baby, you look stunning. I've got the prettiest outfit picked out."

Irina lifts the pink sparkly garter--a custom piece. It cinches her waist and has straps for harnessing the cage for extra support. It's embroidered with "PROPERTY OF ALEXA" in bold stitches. Panties are incompatible with this garter--the crotchless design amuses Alexa to no end. "It's your sissy enslavement on display," she purrs, "and gives me easy access to your fun bits."

Irina fastens the garter around her waist and bends over to secure the thigh straps, but a hand pushes her forward into a deep bow. Alexa towers over her commandingly and says, "Bend over and spread your cheeks apart--I have a not-so-little surprise for you."

Irina feels a wet finger caressing her warm sissy hole. She lets out a soft moan as Alexa's finger glides inside. Alexa massages her pussy, lathering it with lube and stretching it loose with her finger gliding in and out. Slowly increasing the number of fingers as Irina's hole loosens up. With her other hand, she waves a two-inch, bulbous, bright pink butt plug toward Irina.

"It matches your garter--so adorable!" Alexa exclaims, slapping the bulb against Irina's cheeks. She glides multiple fingers into Irina's hole, moving with ease as if she knows every inch by heart. Her fingers curl together into a claw shape, her thumb slipping in to join the fun. Then, with a fluid motion, she slides her entire hand inside--palm and all--meeting no resistance until her wrist rests just outside the stretched hole. Irina's knees buckle from the pleasure, her face dropping to the pillows on the ground, eyes rolling back in bliss. She feels like a hand puppet, Alexa commanding every move with a flick of her fingers. With a wet pop, Alexa pulls her hand free, leaving a gaping void, and swiftly slides the pink bulbous plug into the space her hand once filled.

Alexa teases, "Wow! Your slutty ass just wants to be filled! It opened right up for Mommy." She tugs on Irina's free balls and pushes the base of the plug deep inside, forcing a loud moan from Irina--nearly bringing her to orgasm before withdrawing her hand to ruin the release. She grabs the remaining strap of the garter, glides it over the plug's base, and secures it around Irina's cheeks and cage.

Irina dizzily stands, still weak from the pleasure with a growing sensation in her pussy. She moves around the room slowly, each step amplifying the fullness inside her and sending a warm tingle through her cage. A little wetness leaks from the head of her cage, dripping slowly toward the ground. She's giddy at the thought of walking around town, caged, plugged, and panty-less, leaking from arousal.

She picks up her lace push-up corset bra, a delicate pink matching her garter belt. She lifts it to her chest, pushing up her breast buds until they form a soft cleavage between them. Gazing in the mirror, she admires her perky breasts, beautifully accentuated by the corset. Alexa glides up behind her, clasping the straps to secure it, locking in Irina's feminine curves. Irina slides nude stockings onto her legs, clipping them to the garter, then slips into a little black skirt, a white cropped sweater, and a pink glitter bow perched in her hair. Black Chelsea boots complete the look.

In the mirror, she sees a beautiful woman--belly button piercing glinting, diamond swirl earrings and a necklace sprinkling.

They leave the room, Alexa leading the way down the hotel's elegant hallway, the night ahead shimmering with promise. Irina glances over at Alexa--a beautiful woman, her long brunette hair cascading over a little black dress that hugs her hourglass curves, rhinestones sparkling like stars against the fabric, her commanding presence radiant and irresistible.