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Crossed Lines Pt. 15: Just One Dose

START OF RECAP:

Part 1: This part takes place after Part 10. It details a major breaking point in Aiden and Lacey's relationship that results in infidelity.

Part 2: This is the chronological start of the series. Given Lacey's promotion and long work hours, Aiden uses porn for sexual release. This made it difficult to maintain an erection. Insecure about his erectile dysfunction, Lacey avoids sex. To spice things up and stop him from masturbating, they use a male-chastity that he wears when Lacey working. Sexually unsatisfied, Aiden starts crossdressing. Due to the chastity, he can't find relief via orgasm, causing his crossdressing to amplify.

Part 3: The sexism and misogyny Lacey faces at work left her feeling a lack of control and security. When she catches Aiden crossdressing she takes out her frustrations on him by making him wear the chastity and her clothes much longer than planned. Despite the lack of sex, Aiden likes the punishment. He becomes the best "housewife" by fulfilling all household chores. But going to the community laundry room required him to pass as a real woman. This motivated him to improve his makeup, feminize his voice, and exercise his glutes.Crossed Lines Pt. 15: Just One Dose фото

Part 4: His female persona 'Bri', became a frequent fixture, with Lacey encouraging it. This created a sense of control for her, and she no longer felt obligated to have sex with him. Lacey treats Bri to a shopping spree at a thrift store, buying her first set of female outfits. She then takes them for a drink at a gay bar.

Part 5: Aiden is crossdressing at least 3 times a week now, and is better at passing. He surprises Lacey with facials at a day spa. Aiden's esthetician recommends he try temporary lip fillers. Lacey encourages him to follow through with it.

Part 6: Aiden believes 'passing' at a straight bar is most validating. He convinces Lacey to go out to a bar called The Nebraska. Over drinks, they discuss fantasies, like their attraction to men. The conversation escalates to Aiden/Bri disclosing she finds a man at the bar to be cute. Bri turns to go to the bathroom and bumps into him, causing his drink to spill.

Part 7: Bri meets the man's girlfriend Jess, and they exchange numbers. The evening ends with Lacey and Bri fantasizing about Bri having sex with men and discussing the use of a strap-on. Lacey instructs Bri to book her first laser hair removal appointment.

Part 8: Feeling insecure about having a square-shaped waist, Bri purchases tight-fitting shape-wear to give her an hourglass figure. Jess texts Bri and encourages her to create an Instagram which she does. Lacey tests Bri's obedience by making her get her ears pierced. Aiden/Bri misses an important work meeting in order to satisfy her commands. Lacey then orders Bri to purchase a strap-on dildo.

Part 9: Lacey makes Aiden wear the strap-on while he is still wearing the chastity. She orgasms and then fucks him with the strap-on while he's dress as a woman. They fantasize about him getting a boob-job. This part ends while Lacey is fucking Bri with the strap-on.

Part 10: Bri follows through on her laser hair removal appointment, encouraged by Lacey. They discuss how expensive it is, and begin researching insurance workarounds to afford future sessions. Lacey becomes more comfortable with Bri's feminine persona in public settings. Bri gets a surprise text from Jess inviting them out again.

Part 11: Bri books a Planned Parenthood appointment to get a gender dysphoria diagnosis so insurance will cover laser hair removal. Though she plans to fake it, the experience becomes real, and she's surprised when the doctor offers her hormones. Bri agrees, thinking it will help justify the diagnosis. Bri and Lacey plan another night out, with Lacey teasing Bri about flirting with Tom again.

Part 12: Aiden goes out to a nightclub for the first time as Bri. There, she gains confidence passing as a woman. She openly flirts with Tom. Jess reveals to Lacey that Bri started an Instagram account, which upsets Lacey. The tension between Lacey and Bri increase, but Lacey doesn't stop Bri from flirting. Tom buys Bri a drink and their chemistry intensifies, culminating in them holding hands as he leads her through the club. Lacey meets a man of her own and disappears from the nightclub to his apartment, leaving Bri to find her own way home.

Part 13: Lacey wakes up hungover and ashamed after cheating on Aiden. Instead of confessing she hides her guilt and blames Aiden for ignoring her at the club. Aiden apologizes, but Lacey seizes the moment to shame him further, projecting her guilt. She pressures him to dress as Bri, using his femininity to avoid confrontation about her whereabout last night. Aiden, worried that Lacey may stop him from crossdressing, complies to keep the peace.

Part 14: Aiden/Bri notices how helpless and vulnerable Lacey perceives him when he dresses like a woman. He leans into this persona, behaving delicately and feminine, to get back on Lacey's good side. Lacey considers ending Bri's crossdressing but realizes it would be cruel, given how much joy Aiden gets from it. Instead, Lacey leans into it, testing how far Bri will go. She forces Aiden to pack all his male clothes and put them in storage, where only Lacey holds the key. After Lacey chills out the two begin drinking wine and warming up to each other. They explore the idea of Lacey having her own female persona: a flirty, single, and naive college girl. Bri discloses that Tom texted her. Lacey encourages Bri to text him back, then suggests they take a photo of Bri to send to him.

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Part 15

// Bri's Perspective //

"Are you suggesting a photoshoot?" I asked with eager eyes as I sat perched on a stool with my legs crossed.

"That's exactly what I'm suggesting," Lacey replied in a youthful and mischievous tone, grinning as she took a swig of wine. "If Tom gets a photo tonight, he's getting teased."

The butterflies in my stomach danced wildly beneath my sundress. I was about to get a taste of womanhood I never experienced before and I was thrilled!

All the prior steps I took to feminize myself were little attempts to know what it was like to be a woman.

Each small step, every escalation, gave me a little taste of it.

I remember the rush I got when I first shaved my legs. And then the rush of painting my nails, knowing I could have them painted for days because I worked from home. And then that rush when my voice first sounded passable, after hours of voice training videos.

But the rush I got from those things started to fade.

That's when I started grooming my eyebrows into a feminine shape for the first time. It felt so consequential because it was something others could see on my face, even when I was in guy mode.

But no one cared or said anything about my eyebrows, so I moved on to the next thing and then the next. It wasn't long before I got the biggest rush I had ever felt to that point in my life when I got lip fillers.

To put things into perspective, I've gone skydiving and I've bungee jumped and I've done other sorts of rush inducing things, but nothing gave me more of a rush than trying out new ways to feminize myself.

Even as I stood in the kitchen dressed like a woman with my ears pierced and a glass of wine in my hand, the rush of looking like a woman was beginning to fade.

That is until Lacey suggested we get Tom teased.

"Teased?" I asked, wide eyed as I adjusted my sundress.

"Oh yea," she said confidently. "We can't just send him any photo, it has to make him want you more. It was to make him squirm a little, in a good way... lose control."

The thought of making a man lose control with my feminine appearance felt mischievous. It felt so wrong to lure a man, as a married man myself!

It was giving me a hint of that rush I was seeking. The idea itself felt so validating, and there's nothing more validating than attracting a straight man.

I was obsessed now, as I sipped my wine and envisioned Tom's cock pulsating under his jeans. I imagined his dick growing, getting firm after seeing a sexy photo of me.

"Do you really think I can make him squirm?" I asked with a little more enthusiasm than I wanted to let on.

"Oh definitely," Lacey said, already on her feet. "But you're gonna need my help."

I smiled wide, then caught myself in the act. I couldn't look too eager about this idea. Lacey needed to take the lead on this, that way I have a cover if anything goes sideways or if she gets too annoyed. It's the only way I feel comfortable taking things further.

"Lacey, this is so bad..." I finally said, half-heartedly and just loud enough for her to hear.

She twirled, then grabbed my wrist, and tugged me toward the bedroom, her voice floating back, light and girly, "I know."

I smiled weakly, relieved.

"You're such a bad influence," I teased as I followed, heels tapping softly against the floor, walking into the bedroom as femininely and daintily as I could.

She didn't respond as she flicked on the mood vanity lights and pulled the black dress out, the one Tom said I looked good in. She laid it across the bed with both of us standing over it, staring down at the gorgeous black dress that looked way too small and that I somehow could fit in.

"We need to get you back in this dress," Lacey said cheerfully, before leaning in close. "We need you to look hot so we can fuck with him."

I was getting so aroused by this idea, but also surprised at how forward Lacey was being. She wanted this. Maybe more than I did. She wasn't just going to watch, she was actively coaching and directing me.

Don't get me wrong, I want Tom obsessing over me. But Lacey is taking this to a whole new level, and I liked it.

"Fuck with him?" I asked, watching her carefully. "Is that what we want?"

"That's exactly what we want," she said, turning to look at me with a face that implied she was saying the obvious. "We'll send him little bread crumbs so he keeps coming back for more. Then you'll have him right where you want him."

My cock throbbed inside the cage. I cracked a shy smile, unable to hide how much I liked hearing that.

But what did she mean by having him 'right where I want him?' And was I even capable of that?

Not to toot my own horn here but I definitely felt like he was attracted to me. I felt I had sex appeal around him... and I knew how to use it. I used shy smiles, prolonged eye contact, dainty hand gestures... all intentional, and I felt so confident doing them.

As a guy, I never understood what to do with my movements or my appearance in a way that attracted someone. There's nothing attractive about me in a masculine way, and even if I had masculinity, I never knew what to do with my looks or hand gestures.

But I knew what to do with femininity. I knew how to generate it, I knew how to foster it, how to grow it. It followed rules I could learn.

The feminine playbook was so easy for me to understand. I felt like a natural.

"Right where I want him..." I said, before asking for clarification, "Meaning what, exactly?"

"It means you're in control. And he'll keep coming back for more," she replied casually, looking directly at me as she cupped her wine glass, trying to get a good read. "That's what you want right?"

"I mean..." I replied sheepishly as my cock strained in its cage, hidden by my panties and sundress. "I guess I wouldn't mind that, maybe."

Lacey sensed my hesitancy.

"Maybe? What do you mean maybe?" She asked, clearly not satisfied with my answer. She had a good read on me, almost too good. "Are you starting to think like Aiden? Because if you are you need to stop. He's downstairs, in storage. Remember?"

I took a long sip of wine, swallowing the lump in my throat. She was right in a way. All my male clothes were packed away in plastic bins in the basement. Even if I tried I don't think I could pull off acting like my male persona while dressed like a woman.

"Ok," I finally said femininely, mustering up the courage, and feeling even tipsier than before. "You're right... Aiden's downstairs. I guess... it's sometimes hard for me to think like a woman without considering him. If that makes any sense."

Lacey looked at me straight in the eyes and placed a hand firmly on her hip before saying, "Well, you didn't consider him last Saturday... at the nightclub. So don't you start considering him now."

Those words stung. I hated when she reminded me of that night, but she wasn't wrong.

Lacey continued, "I wanna see the real Bri. The actual Bri... the one who doesn't ask for permission to exist."

"Permission?" I said aloud, as more of a statement than a question.

"Yea," Lacey replied, almost automatically. "You almost always ask me if it's OK to do this or to do that. And if you ever want something you always beat around the bush. I just want you to be authentic."

Authentic was such a strange word to use in this situation. I wasn't even sure what being authentic looked like.

This started to feel like a dangerous game we were playing, but the rush I was feeling was too good to make it stop.

I took a deep breath and gave a loud exhale before looking at Lacey with my tipsy eyes and asked carefully, "So you want me to act like an authentic version of Bri? No filter?"

"No filter."

This almost felt too good to be true or like I was being led into a trap.

I needed more assurance, so I asked, "Just to be clear, you're saying you're okay with me acting like a real girl? Like, a real single girl? Like if Aiden never existed?"

"Oh my god, what do you think I've been trying to get from you all night?" She said, sounding playfully annoyed before poking me in the hip. "Show me the real Bri. Stop hiding her from me."

"Ok," I said, sheepishly before admitting a fear of mine, "I just... I just don't want to cross any boundaries."

"Boundaries?" she asked, furring her brow.

"Yea," I replied, twirling my dress back and forth as cute as I could. "I don't even know what those are right now. Like there's just a lot of gray area and I don't want things to get messed up again."

Lacey brought her fingers up to her chin and squinted her eyes like she was thinking hard on it.

"Okay, how about when we're home, you're Bri. Full stop. No filter. This is your safe space... Out there," Lacey said, waving her hand toward the window, "We can have different boundaries."

I liked this idea a lot. It created a layer of safety that only our home could provide. And this boundary didn't feel like it boxed me in at all, in fact I felt the opposite. This boundary meant I could more openly become Bri in front of my wife.

I could now more fully tune into my feminine desires and interests in front of her.

Even though she knew so much about my feminine side there was so much she didn't know. It's like I had this internalized version of Bri that I kept hidden. I guess I was scared of showing Lacey who Bri really was and what Bri really wanted.

But with these new boundaries and her encouragement I felt like maybe I could let this side of me come out a little more, bit by bit.

"Ok, so inside our apartment I can be her, no one else," I stated almost as a question, with my heart pounding and cock throbbing.

"Yea," Lacey replied, eyeing me as if she knew I was starting to get it.

"I don't have to worry about consequences?" I asked, quietly, carefully.

"No, Bri," Lacey said, looking amused at all my questions. "You don't have to act like a guy dressed as a girl who might say things he'll regret tomorrow, ok?"

I let the reality of that statement sink in with a deep breath.

She wanted Bri, unfiltered.

"No regrets, no consequences," I said with much more confidence, as I gently held the stem of my wine glass. "I like that."

"Me too," Lacey said, before elaborating, "And we can always reassess the boundaries. But for now I want you to have free reign."

"Free reign?" I repeated, very intrigued.

"Yea, I want to see the Bri that you're too shy or embarrassed to show," Lacey said, locking eyes with me.

Damn, she knew me so well. It didn't matter how I presented, she always knew if I was hiding myself from her. That's one of the reasons I loved her so much, because she could truly see me.

"Ok," I admitted, by not pushing back on her statement, as I fidgeted with my cute bracelet.

Lacey took a slow sip from her glass, sensing my apprehension, "If you're being too much, I'll tell you."

"Promise?" I asked, wanting to be extra sure. "Because I'm not so sure I know who the real Bri is myself. And if we're going to let her run wild, I might need you to give me a reality check."

"I promise, Bri. I'll be your reality checker," Lacey said with a wide smile before looking down at the black dress on the bed. "Well... you've got a boy waiting."

"You're right!" I said with a new sense of excitement and confidence. "I need to get in this dress. I need to look like a hot piece of ass."

Lacey laughed before asking, "Oh, is that the vibe we're going for?"

"Actually, more like hot and fuckable," I said, the words leaving fast, reckless. I didn't take them back.

If Lacey was going to be my reality check, then I am fully going for it.

"Oh you want to look fuckable now?" Lacey replied, looking entertained as she eyeballed me up and down squinting her eyes. "Bri, you are hilarious. I like this. But first things first, you have to redo your makeup."

Her reassurance and encouragement were fueling me. I also took note that she didn't push back or give me a reality check.

"Okay," I said femininely, turning on my heel, prancing toward the bathroom.

Lacey followed, drink in hand.

I immediately jumped into my routine by pulling off my wig and washing my face. The lip stain I put on earlier that day left my plump lips a soft rosy color. I noticed how I stopped hating how long it colored my lips red, even when I had to go into guy mode the next day.

I then sat gingerly on the bathroom stool and crossed my legs, squeezing the chastity cage between my thighs. I felt my cock pulsating beneath the sundress.

Lacey stood near, sipping on her wine. She watched me apply makeup, not for myself or for her, but for the camera. For a man.

I looked up at her through the mirror and tested this new boundary by asking, "You like watching me prepare myself for a man?"

Lacey looked a little surprised at my question, and sort of stood there for a moment, her mouth the gape.

She then took a sip of her wine and gave me a smile before saying, "Yea, it's kind of hot."

I didn't respond. Instead I confidently looked back at the mirror and applied the primer. Then foundation. Concealer next, under the eyes, easily concealing my masculinity.

Now the eyeshadow. I blended it carefully, watching myself turn into someone I hoped Tom wants to fuck. Someone he wants to put his dick inside of.

I thought about saying that out loud but I wasn't tipsy enough. So I reached for my glass of wine and took a sip, wondering if I had the courage to say something so wild in front of her.

With my long pink fingernails I sifted through the makeup. My nails were longer than ever, and I liked how they matched the style of some influencers I followed.

I then applied the eyeliner, giving myself perfect wings on the outside edges of my eyes. Next the mascara which I loved to apply because I looked so feminine doing it.

Then I traced lip liner around the outside edges of my plump lips to make them look nice and full. I picked out a glossy red lipstick and opened my mouth wide enough for what I imagined could fit a cock. It turned me on so much.

I wondered if Lacey knew what I was thinking.

The wine was hitting harder now. I felt flushed, warm, and reckless.

I plucked a few eyebrow hairs before adding some brow pencil to shape them perfectly.

I turned my head left and right to examine my eyebrows. I couldn't help but notice how masculine my brow bone was. It was part of my face that I tried to hide with my wig hair. No amount of makeup could cover it up.

 

It made me so self-conscious and I often wondered if it made me look like a drag queen.

"Oh, Lacey, do I really look like a girl?" I asked, feeling discouraged. "Sometimes I feel like a clown, or a drag queen, I don't know..."

"Stop with that negative self-talk," Lacey said, sounding a little annoyed. "You look more like a girl than most women."

"Really?" I said, ignoring the compliment, as I set down the brow pencil. "I feel like my face looks too masculine sometimes."

"What are you talking about?" Lacey asked with doubt as she looked at me through the mirror. "What about your face is too masculine?"

I normally would have never said anything like this to Lacey but she gave me all this free reign so I just let it spill out.

"Well... my jawline, my chin, my brow bone up here... even my nose," I said, pointing to all the spots on my face. "Especially since I lost some weight, I've got like, no fat in my face at all, I look so bony."

"Oh my god, Bri. You've got such a skinny girl complex, complaining about how you're too skinny," Lacey said with humor. "Those girls always end up getting face fillers. Like those girls on TikTok."

"Face fillers?" I asked, before taking another sip of my wine, "They make fillers for your face?"

"Of course they do, they make fillers for all different parts of your body--" she explained.

"I need those fillers. Bri needs those fillers," I said curtly, but joking, as I grabbed my wig and began to comb it. I fluffed the curls, shaped the bangs.

"Oh, does she now?" Lacey said, as she finished the last sip of wine in her glass.

"Well yea..." I replied, slow but with intention, exploring the edges of this new boundary in my female persona. "But we both know that's not happening."

"Oh it's not? Why is that?" she asked.

"Because..." I hesitated, realizing I shouldn't be bringing up my male persona, but figured I should do it anyway just to see what she says. I also saw an opportunity to add in something about my brow bone, "I can't be doing face fillers and getting my brow bone shaved down when I only dress like a girl once in a while. It would look weird when I'm in guy mode."

"Oh come on, Bri," Lacey replied as she rolled her eyes and turned to head into the kitchen. "We both know you dress like this more than 'once in a while.' And why hasn't it stopped you from getting lip fillers?"

I heard her in the kitchen open the fridge and grab another bottle of white wine. She returned with it and topped me off before filling up her own glass.

"Lip fillers are temporary," I explained, as I adjusted my wig cap and began placing the wig over my head. "And they're easier to hide whenever I'm in guy mode."

"So what are you saying? That if you didn't have to get into guy mode you'd get those things done?" Lacey asked, with genuine curiosity in her voice.

It was starting to feel so dangerous and vulnerable to have this conversation. But there was a thrill to it also and I didn't want it to stop.

I wanted to say, 'yes'. To tease this idea more. To see how far this boundary goes, but I needed a safety net too.

"Ok, so hypothetically," I began to say, giving myself some insurance as I teased the hair in my wig to give it some volume. "Uh, yea."

I looked at Lacey through the mirror as she leaned against the door frame. One hip out, bare feet flat on the tile with her arms crossed, but loose. She smiled at me, looking more relaxed than I expected.

No reality check yet, I thought.

I stood up from the stool and turned to face her. I then looked down, my legs pressed together tightly. My caged cock aching beneath my sundress.

"Hypothetically," Lacey began to ask, with a bit of fun curiosity in her voice. "What else would you do?"

"Well," I said methodically.

What else would I do? I wondered, as I turned back to face the mirror.

The reflection looking back at me was stunning. I loved how I looked.

I almost felt a sense of righteousness around presenting this way. Bri took so much better care of this body than Aiden.

My wig was brushed smooth, lips plump, the shadow in my cheeks deep and neat. The neckline of the sundress framed my collarbones softly. I looked down at the rest of my body and saw how well my bra gave me just enough shape to look natural. But I could only ever wear dresses and tops that hid my chest because I had no cleavage.

"Boob job," I said flatly, as I brought my hands up to the padded bra beneath my sundress.

We both laughed, which kept the vibes light-hearted and playful.

"I see, I see," Lacey replied, still smiling. "So you want a nice rack."

"Well, I want cleavage," I answered, still looking at my chest as I pressed my bra together. "That way I could wear lower cut tops."

"You'd be hot with tits," Lacey said, biting her lip.

The wine made me way too brave. It made me want to be bad and put on that black dress exclusively for Tom. It made me want to say more reckless things.

"Thanks," I said with a smile. Encouraged, I kept going. Waiting for her to reality check me, "I'd probably do a nose job, maybe soften my chin and my jawline a little."

"Oh, so we're talking more permanent stuff now, I see," Lacey said, nodding her head.

"Hypothetically!" I emphasized playfully, as I turned to face her.

"Yeah, I know I know," She replied with a coy smile, looking at me up and down. "You ready to put that dress on?"

"I am so ready," I answered with enthusiasm.

We made our way to the bedroom where the black dress lay on the bed, begging for me to put it on. Even though I was already dressed up like a girl, I felt like the black dress had a different sort of energy.

It was one of those dresses only a hot girl could pull off. And the one time I wore it I had Tom's attention all night.

I set down my glass on the nightstand and then reached for the bottom of my sundress. I began to lift it up and off of me. It was pretty tight fitting and I had forgotten to unzip the side zipper. Out of sheer stubbornness I tried to pull it off anyway but it got stuck so Lacey began to help.

It was almost off but it got stuck on my chin, making me feel frustrated at the realization of how masculine my chin and jawline were.

"Ugh! My stupid chin... Always getting in the way," I said as the dress finally slipped off over me.

"Your chin?" Lacey asked, as she giggled at my frustration, "What, do you hate your chin too now?"

"No, it's just way too big and masculine," I explained.

"You poor girl," she replied in a tipsy voice, before brushing a strand of hair from my wig out of my face.

I then bent down and reached for my ankle straps, undoing them before taking off my cute girly shoes. I then pulled at each white knee-high sock, slipping them off, revealing my cute painted toe nails.

"I'm not asking for a lot, you know? Just a softer chin, some tits," I joked, looking up at Lacey. "Maybe a little work done here and there."

"Yeah," Lacey replied back, joking, "Too bad you can't just do what you want."

I then stood up and walked over to our underwear drawer, wearing nothing but panties and a stuffed bra.

"I know right? I should just be able to do what I want," I replied, scoffing humorously at the absurdity.

"Yeah you should. Like, you're hot shit," Lacey said, as she started to get a little bit more than tipsy. "Don't let anyone stop you."

"Oh, don't tempt me, girl," I teased as I opened the drawer.

Lacey plopped down on the bed, before saying in slightly slurred speech, "Ok, girl, listen. Hypothetically, okay, hypothetically Aiden doesn't exist. Bri does what she wants. What do you do?"

"Hypothetically, if Bri did what she wanted..." I continued, trying to sound casual but silly as I dug through the drawer, "... she would get that boob job. Oh, and she'd take those hormones. To soften my jaw and skin, you know?"

My heart pounded fast beneath my padded bra, I could almost hear it. I couldn't believe what I had just blurted out loud. Did I even want hormones, or was I just saying that to tease the idea? To play with fire?

"Oh really?" she replied more intrigued than I expected. "Bri, really knows what she wants doesn't she?"

"Honestly, I don't even know why I said that," I replied playfully as I brought my painted fingernails up to my lips in a display of shock. "Bri and alcohol are a dangerous mix... especially with all this free reign you're giving me!"

"A little bit of free reign--" Lacey began to say before she stopped mid-sentence. Then she said inquisitively, "Wait, would those pills do that? Soften your skin?"

I felt like a deer in headlights. Like, I had just admitted to my wife that I had been thinking about taking those HRT pills.

"I have no idea, really," I said, then revealing more that I wanted to let on. "From what I know they could soften my features... redistribute my body fat a little, and lighten my hair growth."

Lacey swirled her wine gently and said, with a naughty look, "Do you think one pill would do anything?"

"Oh... uh, probably not I think," I said, shocked with where she was going with that question. "Why?"

My heart was now racing even faster, almost visibly beneath my sundress.

"Oh, I'm just wondering, like, if someone did take one... would anything even happen?" she asked, motioning casually with her hand in my direction.

I could tell she was pondering it and also waiting for me to say something, to push the boundary further. In my tipsy state I was scared of what I might do if she called my bluff.

I pressed my thighs together, feeling the cage that tamed my throbbing cock. Precum had been dripping considerably through my panties and onto my thighs.

Instead of answering her question, and to switch gears, I embarrassingly asked, "Would you mind grabbing me one of your thin pads?"

"Oh. Uh, sure, what do you need a pad for?" she asked, as she walked off to the bathroom and returned with one.

"I'm like, dripping a little bit," I replied as I motioned with my hands between my legs.

"Bri, are you getting turned on?" Lacey eagerly asked, the way girls do when they're privy to dirty details.

I acted a little shy, almost like I didn't want to admit that I was turned on.

"Just a little bit," I said as I took the pad.

"What's turning you on about this conversation?" Lacey asked with intrigue in her eyes, like she was trying to get in on it too.

"I don't know, I guess just being a girl turns me on," I started to admit. "And the thought of taking one of those pills feels so naughty in an erotic way."

"Yeah, it does, doesn't it?" Lacey replied, eyes locked, her mind turning. "So what are you going to wear underneath the dress?"

"Probably just my usual panties and bra," I replied, feeling my heart rate return to normal as we shifted away from hormones back to a less drastic topic: sending a racy photo to a man.

"How about some cute lingerie or something? So you can lift up your skirt a little bit and show off a garter belt," Lacey suggested.

"That's such a good idea," I said, once again surprised by her suggestion.

I slid off my panties before Lacey helped me undo my bra. I stood there naked, except for the chastity cage tightly containing my balls and penis.

Digging through our shared panty drawer, Lacey helped me find a cute black padded lingerie bra. We then found matching lingerie panties with a cute garter belt and black thigh highs.

I adhered the menstrual pad onto the black panties, then slipped it on snug over my chastity cage where it could soak up my precum.

Lacey helped me put the bra on, fastening it behind me and adjusting the straps.

She then tucked in my breast forms, making sure my tits looked even.

Then the black lace garter belt, clipped delicately around my waist. The straps dangled downward along my smooth bare legs. It turned me on so much.

I slipped the thigh highs on carefully over my legs. I then fastened the tops to my garter belt clips.

I was so incredibly aroused. Nothing made me feel this much sexual energy more than lingerie.

Lacey handed me my shapewear, which I wrapped around my waist. She stood behind me and tugged at the straps and laces. It cinched me in tight. I liked feeling weak.

Most people hate wearing restricting and tight fitting clothes but for whatever reason I loved it. It made me feel like I was actively putting in the work and reminded me constantly that I was dressed like a girl.

She then handed me the black dress.

I held it in my hands, feeling the fabric sent a current through me.

I stepped into it. Drawing it up slowly over my legs, hips, and hourglass waist. I then slipped my arms through the sleeved portion as Lacey helped zip me up tight.

I was locked in, in a good way. This was one of those dresses that you needed help taking off because there's no way I could reach the zipper on my own.

The dress hugged me tight, waist cinched, chest lifted, hem scandalously high on my thighs. I smoothed it down with both hands over the thigh highs.

I then slipped my feet into a set of 1 inch black heels.

I love how girly and dainty they looked. They made me stand in such a delicate and feminine posture. Forcing me to arch my back a little bit, so my butt stuck out.

Lacey's eyes lifted and widened.

She set the glass down, lips parting in a small smile, "Well damn, Bri."

I looked away, shy, instinctively tugging the hem of the dress. The thing barely covered where the garter belt straps met my thigh highs.

"This feels... kinda slutty," I said mischievously.

Her smile grew.

"Good," Lacey said, "Let's take some pics."

She grabbed her phone before we entered the kitchen and topped off our glasses. The wine was going straight to my head and I could feel a warm buzz under my skin.

I thought it would make me more comfortable taking a picture for Tom but I was still feeling pretty nervous and apprehensive about it.

"Lacey, is this even a good idea?" I asked, "What if he shows it to someone else or puts it on the internet?"

"Girl, he's not gonna do that," Lacey said, seeing my worry.

"I know, you're right," I said, struggling to take a deep breath in this outfit. "I just worry someone who recognized me might see it."

"Bri, you don't look like Aiden at all right now," Lacey said, trying to sound reassuring.

"I know, but what if he posts it online and someone that really knows me, like someone who knows me well, like family or friends from back home, sees it?"

Lacey gave me a look of frustration then I saw a twinkle in her eyes and she started to smile and gave me this mischievous look. I wasn't sure if I should be excited or nervous.

"Well, how about you take one of those pills? Would that make you feel better?" she asked.

That question came out of nowhere. It excited and terrified me.

"How is that supposed to make me feel better?" I said, shocked at her suggestion.

"You said it would soften your features," Lacey explained.

"Yeah but they don't work that fast and one pill isn't going to do anything," I said femininely, trying to brush off the idea because I was getting the sense that she was a little more serious about it now.

"If one pill isn't going to do anything then what's the big deal?" she said.

Fuck. She's calling my bluff.

I turned and looked at her calmly, and confidently, "It's not a big deal."

She swirled her wine glass and looked at me, giving me a naughty smile before saying, "So... hypothetically, if I gave you one right now... would you take it?"

Shit. She wasn't speaking in hypotheticals anymore. Her voice was slightly less playful and more like her dominating voice. It's almost like she was using her lightheartedness to gain control and get me to play along.

Despite my fear I didn't push back. Instead my cock surged in anticipation, wrapped tightly by the chastity cage as it dripped precum onto the pad.

Should I play along and see if she stops me? See if she's my reality checker like she promised.

"Just one?" I asked, gently, trying not to give away how terrified, thrilled, aroused, and scared I was. "Hypothetically speaking."

"Well, I want you to do what you want," Lacey replied, as she looked down between my legs. "Like, you said, if Bri did what she wanted she would take the pills."

I didn't know how to respond. I looked down at my heels, then at my nails. Was this a test? Or did she actually want me to want to take a pill?

She'll reality check me if I go for it, right? There's no way she's going to give me one of those hormone pills and watch me swallow it without stopping me and slapping some sense into me.

But I also didn't know anymore.

Ok, I thought, one wouldn't do anything. It's not permanent.

"You sounded so sure about it earlier," Lacey replied, almost mockingly. "I thought Bri knows what she wants."

I shifted my weight, gripping the kitchen counter. The dress brushed lightly against my thighs.

Fine. If I'm going to be Bri, then I'm going to be Bri.

I stood there frozen, nervously readjusting my dress straps.

"I'm free-reign Bri, remember?" I said, confident yet playful, showing a smile. "I want one."

"Are you sure?" she asked with wide eyes.

"Give me one before Aiden stops me," I said aloud, holding my palm out.

Oh my god, I can't believe I'm doing this! There was a masculine part of me that was screaming to stop and to resist all of this. But then another part, a feminine, confident and self-assured part shut that opposition down.

"Ok," Lacey said before turning around and looking back at me with a cute smile.

I loved her smile so much. But the one she just gave me looked like she wasn't going to stop me from taking the HRT! It almost looked like she was having a blast and was very entertained by all of this.

I watched as she opened a drawer and grabbed a small unopened box open from one of the top kitchen cabinets. She set it on the kitchen island and opened it. She shuffled her hands through the packaging and then I finally heard the dreaded sound of pills rattling in a bottle.

I swallowed hard, feeling how consequential taking one of those pills could be. Once I cross this line, can I go back to just being a crossdresser?

It was giving me such a rush, I was vibrating.

My heart beat faster than ever as Lacey pulled out not one, but two bottles.

"Did you know there were two different pills in here?" she asked, holding up one of the prescriptions close to her face.

"No," I said, anxiously, "What are they?"

"One looks like estrogen," she said, reading one of the papers that came in the box. "The other one blocks testosterone."

I felt a tingling sensation radiate down to the tips of my toes. I didn't say anything, instead I was still contemplating what to do.

Here I thought we were just going to send a racy picture to Tom tonight, and now I'm about to take estrogen!

Lacey watched me anxiously fidget with my straps. She had this cocky and arrogant look on her face, the one that assumes I'm not going to follow through.

Fuck it, I thought as I gulped down some wine from my glass and held my hand out, palm up.

"I guess I'm taking two pills," I said, trying to match her arrogant look.

I looked her straight in the eyes, wondering when she was going to fold. Now it felt like a game of chicken, where neither of us wanted to give in.

Lacey is a competitive one, and as Aiden I almost always throw in the towel first. But tonight I'm not him. I am Bri, and Bri is far more competitive than I realized.

I watched my wife unscrew both of the caps and very calmly take one out of each container.

She placed them both in my shaking palm. It felt like this was some sort of religious act, a ritual, or a rite.

I stared at the pills. They looked so big and consequential. I once again reminded myself that I didn't have to do this.

 

But then I snapped right back into Bri-mode.

In one swift motion I brought my palm up to my open mouth and dropped them in. My tongue held them carefully as I looked to Lacey for one last chance to stop me.

Our eyes locked as I hesitantly brought the wine glass to my mouth.

Did I want her to stop me? Would I be bummed out if she did?

I parted my lips and with shaking hands I tilted the glass, feeling the wine fill my mouth.

I tilted my head back, staring at the ceiling. Paused, listening for Lacey's reality check.

It never came.

Fuck.

My mind was racing. Do I end this now? Is this the edge of the boundary? Am I tapping out? Giving up?

It's just one dose, I reminded myself. One dose.

I'm going to do it, I decided.

With one easy swallow the chilled wine carried the pills down my throat.

I looked back at Lacey, I was shaking.

She studied my face.

"What's that look?" she asked, picking up on the 'oh fuck' moment I was having. "You wanted this, right? Free reign?"

"Yeah," I said, trying not to pass out from the rush. I steadied myself, made my voice firmer. "I did."

I was still in shock that I actually took HRT, but I couldn't let Lacey pick up on my near panic attack.

Instead I wanted to convey confidence and assuredness. So I said, "And I'd do it again."

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