HIS INNER SISSY by Throne (27 Pages) (Patreon)

HIS INNER SISSY by Throne

Charlene opened the door to her apartment and called out, "Where's my pretty sissy?"

As she closed the door behind her, she heard movement.  Lex appeared, with a familiar pout on his smooth face.  He had on the short red wig she had been favoring lately, the one with bangs.  His face was made up but not too heavily.  All he wore was a tight black corset, garters, and stockings, along with pumps that had two-inch heels.

She clapped her hands and said, "You're so pretty."  She had on a clinging top and stretch pants that showed off her curvy figure.  

He accused, "You left me like this all evening."

"Now Lexi," she pointed out, "we agreed that you like to dress up all femme."

"But only when it's my choice.  And never in anything slutty like this.  Plus, you didn't even let me cover my..."  He gestured toward his hairless crotch, where his penis was locked into a very small chastity device, made of pink plastic.

"Well, Sexy Lexi, remember that I'm trying to help you get in touch with your inner sissy.  When we were boyfriend and girlfriend, I could always tell that you yearned for something else.  Since I found out your naughty little secrets, I've been working to help you hook up with your real self."

"Not like this," he said testily.

"Just like that," she corrected, shaking back her long blond hair.  "I had to take over and make some tough decisions.  Do you think I wanted to put you into that pecker prison, so we couldn't have sex anymore?"  She thought for a second and said, "Well, actually it was no big loss for me.  I mean, you were never assertive enough in bed, your dinky dicky was too small, and you always finished too soon.  But I'm not complaining.  You're much better as my sissy boyfriend.  The longer I keep you in chastity, the better you get at using your mouth on my kitty."

"I don't like it."

"Yes, you do.  But you haven't accepted the truth about yourself.  And this is a partnership, so we have to take into account what I like.  You're getting my generous assistance in finding the true you, and I'm having the time of my life, sex-wise.  I mean, with Jake as my public boyfriend and you as my private sex pet, what could be better?  I get his big cock and the wonderful orgasms that come along with it, and then have you to sooth me down there with your mouth, and lap up the big messes he leaves, after he's pounded my puss.  He's the main event and you're the afterparty."

"But it's not fair."  Lex was a study in petulance.

"It would be perfectly fair if you accepted what you've secretly wanted all along.  Remember that I saw all your kinky porn stash that night we stayed at your place, when you left the computer on and fell asleep.  Oh my.  Cheating girlfriends were one of the main themes on there.  And being made to dress up pretty.  Along with getting told what to do."  She licked her lips and added, "Plus the occasional spanking."

He blushed prettily.  She laughed and approached him.  Her hands went to his chest so she could finger his nipples.  His eyes got wide and he gasped.  His hips jerked.  He couldn't slow his breathing.

"Somebody likes having their nippers played with, just like a girl.  And somebody has been giving me a bad attitude since I got here.  I think that particular somebody needs more teasing and then a session over Charlene's lap."

Lex sounded close to crying when he said, "I'm an adult male.  You can't keep treating me this way."

"My terms are still the same as before," she reminded him.  "You can walk out and not come back.  But we both know you would miss the pretty things I dress you in and how I've taught you to make-up your face."  Charlene wet her fingers in her mouth and reapplied them to his nipples.  "Isn't that true?"

"It's... I guess... sort of..."

"Somebody is still in denial.  But that's okay.  Let's turn your bottom a pretty shade of pink, or maybe even red."  She gripped his slender upper arm and walked him toward a wooden chair that stood against the wall.  "After that I'm going to tell you all about the evening I had with Jake."

He made a whiney sound but allowed himself to be led to the chair.  She sat down and patted her thighs.  He laid himself over her lap and gripped the legs of the chair.  She put one hand on the small of his back to hold him steady.  He was bare from the bottom of his snug corset to the tops of his shiny stockings.  Charlene rubbed his soft bottom appreciatively and gave it a few pats.  He became noticeably more passive.  The fight had gone out of him.  Inside its plastic cage, compressed to a mere nubbin, his penis throbbed.  Being pressed against her legs was so intimate.  It made him think about how he used to have sex with her.  That mental image was quickly replaced by one of him with his head between her legs, his mouth almost touching her mound, while he breathed in her musky feminine scent with every breath.  It was so disturbing how she had altered his vision of sex.  She had also gotten him to associate being in panties and short filmy nighties with going to bed with her.  Intercourse was out of the question while he wore that cock-lock.  His sex life now revolved around punishments, teasing, having to use his mouth on her, and listening to how she described her dates, as she would be doing very soon.

"Are you ready?" she asked unnecessarily.

"Yes."  He sounded so sullen.

Lex couldn't see his girlfriend smiling to herself as she raised her hand.  It came down hard, producing a fleshy smack and a yipping yelp.  He squirmed against her.  Three more swats followed in rapid succession.  She admired the marks they left, pink handprints on pale skin.  She silently counted off a few beats while the pain sank in, then delivered the next four spanks, just as hard as the initial quartet.  He squealed and wriggled.  She continued at that pace until his buns had a nice glow to them and he was sniffling.  To draw his punishment out longer she paused to offer a few words.

"Being spanked gets you aroused," she began.  "Doesn't it, Lexi?"

"Yes," he admitted.  "You make me tell you that every time."

"Because you need to keep saying it until you truly believe.  You're such a pervert, Lexi.  Accept that, along with your need to be pretty and act girly, plus everything else that's part of the package, and you'll be so much happier."

"If we could just try going back to how we started..." he said cautiously.

She laughed and landed another half dozen slaps, which pushed him into shedding tears.  Charlene got him on his feet and turned him to face her.  She looked up at Lex and sighed.

"You have so much denial, cutie.  We need something to break that barrier, so you can confront yourself."

"What if you're wrong?"

"What if I'm right?  Which I am," she stated with assurance.  "Think about that while we head to the bedroom and I get comfortable.  Don't forget that I still have to tell you in lots of dirty detail about my date with Jake, my Black Adonis."

Lex moaned.  What if she was right?  He still harbored an image of himself as someone who only occasionally dabbled in playing the sissy, but could return to full masculinity whenever he chose.  Yet she kept approaching the matter from different angles.  He had to admit that much of what she did -- all right, most of it -- excited him.  And now they were about to perform a bedroom ritual that had been enacted by them only twice before.  He told himself that he hated it but his body said otherwise.  Lex felt nauseated as he thought about what was to come.

Charlene stripped down to just her panties.  He stared at her magnificent figure, with all those generous contours.  Then he saw the wet spot at her crotch.  How could it not be there, after one of her vigorous sessions with Jake?  She had shown him a picture she took of his cock with her phone, and Lex found it intimidating.  The Black guy was so much bigger than him there, where it counted to her.  She pulled off the panties to hold them under his nose.

"Take a deep breath, lover.  Inhale his scent."  She demonstrated by taking a whiff herself.  Then she pushed the panties against his upper lip.  Their gusset was still warm from her body and damp from the lovemaking that had taken place not that long ago.  She laid back on the mattress and stretched out languorously.

"Lie next to me, Sexy Lexi," she invited.  "I don't mind.  It's not as if you were going to ravage me, not with your dick in solitary confinement."  She chuckled.  "Though you might assault me with your tongue."

He put himself where she wanted him.  Charlene ran her fingertips up and down his chest, making stops at his nipples.  She tickled his ears and stroked his neck.

"If you could maybe let me out of chastity for just a short while..." he said without confidence.

"Not now, Lexi.  You haven't been getting into your new duty with sufficient enthusiasm.  When you eat Jake's spunk out of my snatch, you have to make me believe you want to do it.  It's an essential part of your sissy persona.  Now slide on down and show me what that tongue can do.  I want a good clean-up.  And an orgasm or two wouldn't hurt."

Lex got into position.  Her mound filled his field of vision.  There was drying semen on her labia, and more between them, gumming those pink ridges together.  This was something that wasn't getting easier with repetition.  His bottom still smarted and his balls ached.  Lex's self-image was taking one hit after another, until he was at an all-time low.  Out came his tongue and he took a long lick, from the bottom of her slit to the top, gathering up Jake's cum as he went.  He had to gag down what he had collected.  She hadn't been exaggerating about how much Jake put into her.  Subsequent tongue action kept finding more to slurp up and swallow.

Charlene purred contentedly.  She said, "This is a nice contrast with the slamming Jake gave me down there.  It feels good to have your mouth where his cock was a while ago.  Give my clit a few sucks, Lexi.  Only a natural sissy like you would eat another man's cream out of his girlfriend's twat.  As soon as you accept where you are now as your proper place, and what you're doing as your natural behavior, a lot of other changes will follow.  I don't expect you'll ever enjoy it, exactly, but I can imagine you craving it.  That will be something, to have you wanting to be my pussy cleaner but being sickened every time you do it.  Poor Sexy Lexi."

At that point her sexual temperature rose into the fever zone.  She moaned and got wetter.  Lex dutifully continued licking and choking and swallowing.  Charlene erupted into a bucking orgasm, bumping her mound hard against his face.  She gradually settled down, after which he gently lapped her, knowing she liked that.

"Whew," she said breathlessly.  "It's going to be fun after you get more in touch with your sissy self.  I'll come home from a date and you'll be waiting, all revved up and ready to swab me clean, even though you find it demeaning."

"That might never happen," he said between licks.  "I think you're wrong about what I really want."

"You keep saying that but, you know, I think you just need a good firm push in the right direction.  Sort of a shock treatment.  Give me some time and I'll think of how to do it.  For now, I have a reward for my reluctant sissy.  How about something extra pretty for you to wear?"

His head came up.  Lex looked along the length of her body, at her face, which was easy to see because her head was propped up on a pillow.  She was smiling gleefully.  He gave her wet slit a few kisses, buying time.

"Well," he said at last.  "I guess I could just look at whatever you got me."

"That's the attitude, Lexi.  Always holding back.  You'll have to excuse me, but I'm fascinated by the tension between what you think you want and what you obviously long for."

She got out of bed and went to the closet.  Under her hanging dresses was a bag from a popular lingerie shop.  She held it up by its handles, letting him see the shiny pink outside with the name of the store written in swirling letters.  Her hand went inside and she teasingly pretended to lift something out, but only showed him her empty fingers.

"Want to see what I picked for my svelte sissy?  Hmmm?  You don't have to put it on if you don't want to.  You can always just say no."

He nibbled his lower lip.  "Let me see it... please."

Charlene chuckled.  This time she showed him what she had bought.  It was a bandeau top and panties, both covered in orange-sherbet-colored, flouncy ruffles.  Just seeing it brought him to a standstill.  She held it out and, after only the slightest hesitation, he accepted it.

She pointed out, "You'll have to strip if you want to put it on."|

Lex was obviously conflicted.  Even so, he undid his garters, stepped out of the shoes, and rolled down his stockings so he could step out of them.  The corset fastened up the front, making it simple for him to remove it.  After he did, his smooth hairless body was fully revealed.  He self-consciously pressed his thighs together, as if that could hide his penis-minimizing chastity.  In slow motion he got the top on and adjusted it.  The ruffles made it appear as if he had small breasts.  Then he stepped into the panties and shimmied them up his legs, before snugging them into place.

"Look at that," Charlene enthused.  "It's just about impossible to tell you were ever a guy."

"I still am," he pouted.

"I'm sorry.  I should have said that it's just about impossible to tell you were ever anything but a sissy.  I mean, you were always one inside, but when I first met you, your outward appearance and behavior made it hard to be sure.  Still, you've come so far in the time we've been together."

"But I'm not..."  He sighed and is shoulders drooped.

"It's alright, lovely Lexi."  She straightened his wig just the tiniest bit.  "I know what you are.  And in your heart, you do too.  One good push in the right direction will fix you."

He laced his fingers together in front of his bare tummy.  Without meaning to, he cocked his hips and shoved his chest forward.  It took an effort for Charlene not to smile.  She made a mental note to call Jake and arrange the next, and what she hoped would be the final, step in Lex's conversion.  For right now the main thing would be to keep him locked so he couldn't have any orgasms.  There would be lots of teasing.  The poor baby didn't know that he could drain some of the spunk out of his balls with the aid of a vibrator and she certainly wasn't going to be the one to tell him.  No, she wanted her plaything to be very horny and therefore much more receptive to what she had planned.  While he was still under the spell of that cute two-piece outfit that she had given him, the time was opportune to further soften him up, to let him spend time in a deeper state of sissy-hood.

"You're so seductive in what you're wearing," she complimented.  She knew how strongly whatever he had on could affect him.  "Let me see you move around in it."

He crossed the room, all sinuous arms and legs, chin slightly elevated, lips pursed, narrow hips rolling.  When he got to her wardrobe, she told him to open it.  He knew what was coming next.  There was a full-length mirror mounted on the inside of the door.   All at once he was staring at himself as Lexi.  The transformation was so convincing.  He definitely didn't resemble a guy but also wasn't completely a girl.  What Lex saw was a sissy, plain and simple.  He couldn't stop himself from striking a few poses.  Charlene came up behind him and whispered suggestions for several more.  In the end she had him lean in to kiss the cold hard glass.  When he pulled away there was a set of lip prints on the mirror.  She kept him in his state of heightened femininity for the next hour, having him experiment with cosmetics to make his face more dramatic, sample a new perfume she had bought for him, a very flowery one that left him intoxicated, and lie on the bed while hugging a pillow.

Charlene stretched out alongside him.  She was still naked.  Her hands roamed freely over his body, returning often to his chest, so they could slip under the stretchy top and toy with his receptive nipples.  He moaned as his penis strained against its extreme compression.  His balls were drawn up tight.  She wet her fingertips in her mouth and did more tantalizing.  His mind was a confusion of mixed messages.  He felt totally girly in that moment.

She asked, "Who's my girlfriend?  Who loves to be in bed with me?  Who do I play with instead of Lex?"

In a strained whisper he told her, "Lexi.  Lexi is your girlfriend.  Lexi loves to go to bed with you.  Lexi has replaced Lex."

"That's right," she said soothingly.  "And the more you accept it, the better you'll feel."  She blew in his ear.  "But right now, you have some chores to do, little lady, starting with a sink full of dirty dishes.  So go and put on your pink apron and those big lavender rubber gloves, and get your pretty-self busy."  She playfully licked his neck, slapped his thigh hard enough to make him yelp, and got out of bed.

In a daze, he stood up.  His mind was entirely on being Lexi and yearning for sexual release.  Instead of concentrating on those things, he had to do as he had been told and proceed to the kitchen.  Once there he got the apron on and made a big bow with the ties.  Then he donned the large gloves and got started on all those dishes.  His nipples pulsed, desperate to be touched again.  His balls ached with need.  His buns were still sore.  He washed dishes while Charlene relaxed in another room.  He heard her talking and laughing.  She was most likely on her phone with Jake.  He wondered when she would see her swarthy lover again.  That would end up with her coming home, prepared to have Lex use his mouth on her creamy pussy.  His throat tightened at the thought of having to do it again.  At the same time, his locked dick throbbed pleasantly.  That had never happened before.  What was Charlene doing to his mind?

For the next week everything progressed like usual.  Charlene kept Lex in feminine attire whenever he was there.  She had him in a mesh catsuit one night and a one-piece woman's bathing suit, complete with bathing cap, the next.  There was one spanking, when he gave her backtalk about her suggestion of getting him a French maid outfit, and then corner time after he thoughtlessly used a dirty word.  He had no idea that she was about to put her plan into action, to attempt to push him the rest of the way into the sissy zone.  Then came Friday night.

"I'm not going out this evening," she surprised him by saying.  "Let's put you into something comfy.  How about the nighty I slept in last night?  You'll have my scent all over you."  She smiled devilishly at that suggestion.  After the midweek spanking, he knew better than to object.  She followed him to the bathroom and when he got there she decided, "Let's take the entire hamper back to the bedroom.  Maybe there's something else in there that you'd look sweet in."

He carried it back and opened it up.  When he found the nighty, she had him get into it.  He loved the way it felt against his hairless skin.  There were matching panties.  She made him sniff them before putting them on.  Instead of a wig, his own hair was teased up and held that way with some product.  Then, just as she had him assuming some pin-up poses, there was a loud knock on the door.  Her brow creased.

"Oh, damn," she said with concern.  "That must be Jake.  I said something about getting together but didn't make it definite.  He might have misunderstood.  Listen, Lexi, you better get into the hamper.  No time for a Plan B.  Just get in there and crouch way down."  

It was spacious enough to hold him but only just.  There were more of her worn clothes around his feet.  She lowered the lid and left the room.  He heard the front door open and a confident male voice speak.  He had never met Jake but had spoken to him briefly on the phone, enough to be sure that was who he was hearing.  Lex wrapped his arms around himself and shivered.  This was an unsettling situation.  Probably Charlene would make an excuse and send her real boyfriend away.  Or maybe go out with him, to free Lex from his tight spot.  Instead, he heard Jake saying something about not being able to wait.  Moments later they were in the bedroom.  There were round air vents near the top of the hamper.  Lex lined his eyes up with two of them and saw the tall Black man taking Charlene in his arms.  As he hugged her, the curvy girl's full breasts were squashed against his chest.  All at once she was breathing hard.  They kissed.  Jake's hands slid down her back to take possession of her round protruding bottom.  She ground her pelvis against him.  Lex estimated that for now, the chance of her making Jake leave or the two of them going out together had just dropped to somewhere below zero.  They began to undress each other.  The sissy in the hamper bit his lips.  He breathed through his nose, inhaling the scents of Charlene's discarded clothes.  Seeing her in the powerful arms of a bigger man should have bothered him but instead it sent currents of erotic energy rushing through his system.  Soon he was staring at her in the nude, which didn't happen often.  All Jake still had on were his boxer shorts.

She rubbed the front of his underwear and said, "It feels like you've got something for me."

"Yeah, girl.  You got my engine running hot and that's my driveshaft."

Charlene let out a throaty laugh.  "You are incorrigible, Jake.  But I love it."

She sank down to her knees and hooked both forefingers under the waistband of his shorts.  With theatrical slowness she pulled them down.  His cock, already half hard, popped free.  Lex goggled at it through his spyholes.  This was more intense than viewing it on Charlene's phone.  It was so much longer than his, thick, with a heavy head, unlike the end of his, which tapered.  She massaged it with both hands, to bring it to full erection.  Charlene rubbed her plump cheek against it and gave his heavy balls a brief massage, before rising once more.

"Well," she said, "I guess now you expect sex."

He chuckled.  "No.  We can go sit on the sofa and talk about our horoscopes."

"Sure, we can," she agreed, except her fingers were still wrapped as far around his tool as they could reach.  She gave it a few strokes.  "Or maybe we can get into bed and just kiss and fool around a little, but not go any further."

"Right," he said.  "You just tell me when I've reached my limit."

Charlene got his cock vertical and stepped so close that it was held caught between their bodies.  "Your limit is about nine inches... inside me.  You'll know when you reach it because I won't be able to stop moaning and squirming under you, and I'll be incredibly wet."

"Sounds good, baby.  Let's get busy."

As if she had forgotten about Lex, she laid back on the bed.  Jake followed, putting himself between her spread thighs, on his knees.   He aimed his cock at the entrance to her sex and got that thick head inside, which made her gasp with pleasure.  Then he eased the rest of his considerable length in, very slowly, with her purring the entire time.  At that point he stopped, in total control, and kissed her tenderly.    In the hamper, Lex couldn't believe how erotic it was to see the girl who had once been his sex partner being willingly taken by another, much better equipped man.  Sure, Lex had indulged online in fantasies of this happening, but he never thought making it real would work for him, and couldn't have conceived of it being so intense.  With the smell of Charlene all around him, her lingerie on his body, and the sight of her ravishment in front of his eyes, he nearly swooned.  Then Jake began an unhurried in-out motion, his impressive length vanishing and reappearing over and over.  The girl under him arched her back and jerked her hips.

She sighed and said, "It was never like this with Lex.  His dick was so small and he had no technique.  Besides, by now he'd probably be done.  I hope he learns to live as the sissy he was meant to be.  He'd be so much happier and contented then."

Jake shushed her.  He increased the tempo of his lovemaking.  Her legs came up and wrapped around him, with the contrast between their skin tones vivid.  She clung to him with arms and legs while he thoroughly satisfied her more than once.  Only after Charlene had been nearly sated did her lover allow himself to finish.  That set off a final climax for her, and they enjoyed simultaneous orgasms.  She was drained, though he seemed full of energy.  Jake eased out of her and lay alongside the woman he had just fulfilled.  She snuggled against him.  He idly fondled her full breast.

After about five minutes of relaxation, she told Jake, "Okay.  It's time for the big reveal."

He said, "If that's what you want."  Getting out of bed, he went straight to the hamper.  Lex was alarmed.  Why was the big man doing that?  Jake opened the lid and grinned down at the hunched-up figure.  He reached down,  his strong dark hand took Lex's slim wrist, and pulled him to his feet.  "Let's get you out of there, Lexi.  My woman wants her regular clean-up."  He eyed Lex up and down, taking in the fluffed-up hair, cosmetics, hairless skin, and filmy nightie.  "Yeah, you're just like she said."

"But I'm...  You can't...  I don't want to..."  Lex was in a quandary.

"Now get on out of there," Jake told him, adding some steel to his tone.

Lex clumsily got himself out of the hamper and stood there, wishing he could flee.  Jake was still firmly gripping his wrist.  Charlene was waiting on the bed, her legs splayed.  The Black man walked the sissy over there and gave him a swat on the fanny.  Lex got onto the foot of the bed and stared at his girlfriend's messy pussy.  He had never seen it immediately after she'd had sex.  There was so much cream waiting to be lapped away.  When Lex didn't move, Jake clamped a large hand onto the back of his neck and applied downward pressure.  Lex whimpered as his face neared the juncture of her well-upholstered thighs.  He extended his tongue.  The touch of the lightweight nightie against his smooth skin was somehow reassuring, as was the feel of the panties.  He began his unwanted task and his reflexes took over.  Jake let go of his neck.  An unfamiliar warmth spread through Lex.  This really was like the stories and art and captioned photos he had often returned to online.  He was living the fantasy and, at some level, responding positively to it.  Inside its tight chastity, his penis swelled as much as it could.  Jake stroked his back.  His hand drifted lower and caressed Lex's ass through the barely-there sleepwear.  The long fingers found their way underneath and touched bare skin.  Lex shuddered and, in spite of himself, pushed back against the exploring hand.  Jake chuckled and ran one thick digit between the satiny cheeks, stopping to stimulate the most sensitive spot.  Lex quivered and lapped harder.  There was so much spunk in his mouth, on his tongue.  He remembered what Charlene liked and moved his lips to her clitoris.  As he sucked, Jake's questing finger penetrated him.  It was as if a circle of energy was passing through all three of them.  The reclining blond cried out and grew very wet.  Lex had to lick at double-time to keep up with her secretions.  Jake jammed his finger in to the last knuckle.  With his mouth glued to the juicy kitty, Lex felt his groin spasm.  A bolt of sheer pleasure struck him.  He kept his tongue moving as Charlene slowly descended from her flight of ecstasy.  Lex realized that his dick was sticky with something.  OMG.  He had ejaculated, despite being in chastity.  It wasn't nearly as good as during intercourse, but after being locked for so long it was wonderful.  He kissed Charlene's mound worshipfully.

"Not bad," Jake declared.  "You two got some extra fun.  Now I figure it's my turn."  He gave Lex's scrotum a squeeze, not too hard but with just enough strength to include a note of warning.  "Hey, Lexi.  How about you give me one of your slow and easy tongue-baths.  I'll just lay back next to our girl and you can get started."

As if he was in a trance, Lex nodded.  He couldn't sort out everything that had happened and how it was affecting him.  Jake got onto his back.  He turned his head toward Charlene and they kissed hotly.  The boy in a nighty touched his tongue experimentally to that dark length of relaxed man-meat.  He licked it up and down, very aware of how much cleaning would be involved.  With his thumb and forefinger he gingerly lifted it to lap from underneath.  Without being told to, he tongued Jake's balls.

Between kisses, Charlene murmured, "Do a good job on the knob, Lexi."

He obediently got his lips around the fat head and sucked hard.  Then he swirled his tongue around the wide corona before spending a moment on the receptive frenum.  Hardly able to believe what he was doing, he took as much of the shaft as he could into his mouth.  Only his gag reflex made him stop where he was.  He bobbed his head up and down.  Lex sucked and licked and kissed, as if he couldn't get enough Black cock.  He felt stressed out but a strange momentum carried him forward.  Charlene broke off her kiss and curled her body, to bring her face closer to Lex.  She smiled slyly, as if to declare that she had been right about him all along.  Then her hand wrapped around the portion of Jake's rod that Lex couldn't accommodate.

She wanted to know, "Should I give this chocolate love machine some stroking?  Make it erupt inside your mouth?  Do you want me to, Lexi?"

That set off a conflict in the prone young man's mind.  He didn't want to take that final step.  After that he could never deny who he honestly was.  Yet he couldn't say no.  His eyes met Charlene's and, with his mouth still full, he gave the slightest of nods.  His sort-of girlfriend moved her hand slowly up and down, with her thumb against the seam the ran along the underside of Jake's potent member.

She told Lex, "Back off a little, sweetie, so only the head is in your mouth.  That way, instead of all his precious cream going straight down your throat, it will end up on your tongue and in your cheeks.  I'm going to make him blast real soon."

Jake huffed several times before announcing, "I'm going to bust my nut."

Then it happened.  Jism shot against the inside of Lex's mouth.  There was so much that he had to gulp down some of it immediately.  The rest collected under his tongue.  His own saliva was added to it and swelled out his cheeks.  He breathed through his nose.  Charlene whispered to him that it was okay now to swallow the rest.  Even after he did that, his tongue was still thickly coated with Jake's semen.  After a few more minutes the rigid manhood softened.  It was almost with reluctance that Lex allowed it to slip from between his lips.

With her mouth close to Lex's ear, Charlene asked in a whisper, "What are you, Lexi?"

"I'm a sissy," he conceded, and a rush of relief filled him.

"And what are you going to be tomorrow and every day after that, cutie?"

"I'm going to be a sissy from now on."  He took her hand in his and tightened his fingers.  "Thank you for helping me become who I was supposed to be all along."

"I was happy to do it, Lexi.  And I'll still be here to guide you through what's yet to come.  There's going to be a lot more."  She pressed her lips to his fingers.  "Now why don't you scoot your pretty posterior out to the kitchen and fetch Jake a beer?  After all, he helped you get where you needed to go, too."

As much as Lex wanted to stay right where he was, he got up and did as he had been instructed.  After all, part of being a sissy is to obey, obey, obey.