from
https://www.literotica.com/s/she-switches-roles-on-him
both the orig, and part 2, rated 4.73 & 4.77

SHE SWITCHES ROLES ON HIM
STORY INFO
His secret is her pleasure.
3.5k words
4.7913k354
PUBLIC BETA
Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by
clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.

You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience
during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback
on issues you experience or suggest improvements.

Click here
CumToBedChef
CumToBedChef
10 Stories22 Followers

She was still in shock. She just found her lovers hidden stash. Porn was
one thing, whatever. No, this was a collection of womens clothes.
Panties, some sexier than ones she owned, garter belts and nylons,
silicone breast forms, bras, a wig, dresses, pants, shirts.

He likes to crossdress and he kept it hidden from her. So that was why
he shaved his entire body except a well kept short goatee on his face
and short hair on his head. She was always curious about why he did
that, this made sense.

As her shock begins to wear off and she begins to think a little more
clearly, an idea begins to form in her head. He wants to be a female,
she'll let him be the female, on her terms. The plan begins to form.

.................................

He got home from work, and she wasn't home. That was weird. He walked
into the kitchen and saw a note from his lover. He picked it up.

Hey baby,

Went out for a few drinks with some friends, be back soon. Left a
surprise for you in the bedroom for when I get home.

Be a good boy.

Confused and excited, he walked into the bedroom. On the bed sat some
rose scented bath beads, a bottle of lavender lotion, and a note. He
picked up the note.

Hey baby,

Take a nice bath with the beads. Text me a picture of you in the bath.
No more than 30 minutes. Text me when you get out and enjoy the lotion.
No jerking off. No picture and text there are consequences.

Be a good boy.

Now he was really confused, and yet, he was turned on. A familiar
stirring in his cock. He stripped off his clothes, and drew himself a
bath, dropping the bath beads in. The rose scent pleasantly taking over
the bathroom, he sank into the warm water, snapped a selfie of himself
in the bath. He types a quick message, in the bath, the roses smell
nice. Text you again soon baby, love you! Attaching the picture to the
text, he sends it off and lays back to relax.

His mind racing as the warm water and rose scent melted him. He loved
it. But why would she do this? She didn't know this side of him. He
showed one woman this side of him, and the relationship ended. So he
kept it to himself. He kept his body hairless all the time, just so when
he got the chance to let this side out, he could fully enjoy himself.

She just wants me to smell nice, and we'll have some fun when she gets
home, he thought to himself as he left the bath relax him.

As his half hour expired, he stepped from the bath, and dried himself
off. He applied the lotion, enjoying the feel of it on his skin, the
subtle lavender scent filling the air, and stirring his cock once again.
With well lotioned hands, he gave his growing cock a few strokes. It's
not jerking off, he thought, I'm just lotioning my cock, and I need to
be hard to get it all. It grows to it's full 7 inches, as his hand
slides easily up and down the shaft.

Standing naked in the bathroom, enjoying the air on his freshly lotioned
skin, the smell of rose and lavender dancing in his nose, he grabs his
phone and texts his lover.

Out of the bath and all lotioned baby.

Her response took a few minutes, but was quick and to the point.

Top dresser drawer.

His heart began to race. What was this? He walked to the bedroom, and
opened the top dresser drawer. He didn't know your heart could race and
drop at the same time.

Layed out neatly in the drawer was his wig, a pair of his black nylons
with the lacey tops, a garter belt, his sexiest black lace bra with the
breast forms perfectly placed, and his favorite black silky thong that
barely kept his cock contained, and sat right up against his asshole and
hugged his hips perfectly. A note was layong on top.

I found your stash. You want to dress like a woman, now you'll get to be
the woman. You have 15 minutes to get dressed and text me a picture.

Fuck. He couldn't believe it. She found his stuff. Oh my god. And yet,
the bath, the lotion, the notes. He hadn't scared her off. His cock now
made of iron, he grabs the garments and walks to the bed. He sits down
and slides the nylons over his smooth legs, their familiar softness
enveloping his legs, the coolness of almost air conditioning on his legs
sending surges of pleasure through him, his cock bouncing with his heart
beat.

He slides the garter belt on and attached them to the lacy nylon tops.

Next comes the bra. Putting it on backwards, and clasping it shut, and
spinning it around front side easily on his lotioned skin. He slides his
arms through the loops and adjusts the straps, then the breast forms
until they are perfect. He looks down and admires the view. The lacy bra
covered C cup forms giving him beautiful breasts, and the view between
the cleavage provides him a look at his throbbing cock, hard as ever,
standing out long and proud.

He grabs the wig, and places it on his head, and grabbing a few bobby
pins from his lovers pile, attaches it to his hair, and adjusts it until
its perfect. Brunette with blonde streaks, just above shoulder length,
one side draped across his face, the other neatly tucked behind his ear.

Last he grabs the thong, sliding it up his legs, he tucks his rod up and
left, encasing it with the silky fabric, as he adjusts the hips to just
the right spot, and moves the back to it's familiar spot across his
puckered asshole. It feels so good.

He walks to the mirror and checks himself out. I look hot, he thinks to
himself. I can't believe I'm doing this. He grabs his phone and snaps a
few pictures of himself in the mirror. He picks the best one and sends
it to his lover.

...............................................

She still wasn't sure how she felt, she loved him dearly. This was
outside the realm of something she had ever thought about. The plan that
formed in her mind, and she ran with, she now questioned, as he sipped
her vodka cranberry.

She didn't go meet up with friends like she said. After writing the
notes, and placing his lingere in the drawer, she actually went to the
closet and grabbed a pair of his jeans and a button down shirt. She got
in her car and went to the local sex shop. As she drove, she was still
so confused. She felt hurt, but by what? He didn't cheat, he liked to
wear womens clothes. Was he gay? He never showed any interest in men,
and was such an excellent lover. She was shocked, and yet, turned on.
Since her plan started to form, her nipples had been hard. She parked
her car, and took a deep breath. There still time to back out. Her
nipples, hard and rubbing in her lace bra, the tingle and slight
moistness in her vagina, the question of where this would go and not
being repulsed, all told her to keep going.

She got out of her car and walked into the shop. She took her time,
checking out various DVDs, paying special attention in the small section
with pegging videos. She picked a few of them up and looked at the
pictures on the back. This was actually really hot. The thought of her
in control of him causing a warmess in her body, and a moistness in her
panties.

She stolled over to the dildos and strapons. Selecting a harness that
would fit nicely, but still allow her access to her vagina, she began
looking at dildos. She wanted a life like one, not small, she wanted to
be a man, but not too big that she couldn't fuck him. She found one that
was about 8 inches, decent girth, with a nice head and veins running
down the shaft to a nice set of balls. She made sure it fit in her
harness, it was perfect. She went and paid for her things, and walked to
her car, incredibly turned on, but nervous and anxious for this to play
out. She needed a drink.

She headed to a bar where she would know no one. She took the harness
and dildo out of the package and put it in her purse and walked in.

She orders a double vodka cranberry, and sips the drink, calming her
nerves. She can't help but think about the events if the day, and keeps
eyeing her purse. She thinks about how she went from shock and confusion
to turned on and anticipation.

She can't take it anymore, she grabs her purse and goes to the bathroom.
She enters the stall, locks the door, and opens her purse. She pulls the
life like dildo, admiring it. She is so turned on she contemplates using
it. She pushes those thoughts aside and pulls out the harness. Attaching
the dildo to the harness is surprisingly easy. She undoes the belt
holding the baggy jeans on her hips and removes her pants. Sliding her
panties off, putting them in her purse, she slides the harness on and
secures the straps. A perfect fit. She looks down and once again admires
the fake cock now attached to her, standing out proud, a slight downward
hang from the weight. She gives it a few strokes, watching her hand
slide uo and down her cock. Her cock. That sounded so strange, and yet
so comfortable.