Chapter 2

“You’re on.” Then I felt panicked yet excited for the possibilities. I needed time to think, “We’ll start planning tomorrow.” I pretended to be happy about it as I said it. And I would be happy if the outcome ended up being a continuation of our game, with just her and I.

In the morning she came to the table, computer in hand, “Here’s an Aurora dress in your size.” It was the blue dress because that’s the one she wore when she was asleep.

I was like, “Yea, it’s beautiful. And we can get it tailored to fit you after.” But boy! Did it touch a place deep inside me!

Quickly she added, “Don’t forget the long blond wig.”

“It’ll look great on you too.”

She was visibly taken back. I was winning so I went in for the kill, “I can’t wait to play the game with you and do all the things I never dared try before.”

She gained control over her expressions again, “Maybe he should only be allowed to do things you have already done to me.”

I countered, “Prince Phillip was very romantic when he made love to you in a very traditional way for a man and a woman. If some strange prince does something to me what exactly would the equivalent action be?”

She hesitated, “I guess it would be your backside.”

“So you want me to give up my backside virginity and you’re only willing to offer up the same old same old?” I let that sink in. “We don’t have to have him over at all. We can just pick up where we left off.”

She tried to make me fold, “Or you can lay totally still while some stranger rolls you over. I know you: You can’t lay there and do nothing to stop it. You’ll resist and then it’ll be all over and we won’t have to play your silly game anymore. Just give up right now, John.”

It wasn’t a silly game. And how can she call it rape one day and silly another? She just wants to deprive me of my one dream. I don’t ask for too much. “Oh, I think you’re the one who’s gonna give up. As soon as you see a strange man in our bed, touching our sheets, sporting a dangerous, shall we say, ‘sword’, well you’ll call it off right then.”

“Right. We will see.”

Three weeks later on a Friday she approached me, “Would you like a blowjob?”

She never just asks like that, “Hell yea, I do.”

“Ok. But it’s that or you put on the Aurora costume tomorrow night for Prince Phillip.”

I saw through that. She wanted me to give up my dreams of playing Sleeping Beauty with her forever in exchange for a single blowjob. “What time does he get here? I’ll be ready.”

“You’re not allowed to know the time. Just put on your dress by six. Then I’ll do your make-up and I’ll prick your finger when it’s time to lie down.” A jolt of fear hit me then.

So I stalled, “Make up?”

“Yea. He’s straight. So I need to make you look like a real woman: a beauty.”

Suddenly my fear was replaced by a sexual feeling. First, she obviously had a real man picked out. And secondly, I’d never considered that Prince Phillip might actually be attracted to me and turned on by me. What if she was right? What if I WAS gay?” For the first time I thought about backing out. How could I end our contest of wills and still play my game forever?

“OK, I’ll be, be ready then.” I wasn’t as sure as I tried to sound. I was revolted by the thought of a man’s body on top of mine. I was afraid of a man’s dick touching me – and going into my body. It might be gross. It might hurt. I was also afraid that after it was in me I would like it.

The more I thought about it, no matter what he did to me, it would be worse than I had originally thought before. This was too real.

My only hope was for me to make Arie stop it. I had to take advantage of a woman’s natural desire to think of her husband as strong and manly. If she ever thought of me as weak she would feel how wrong it was and end this ill conceived plan. And who is weaker than Aurora?

An hour later I asked, “Do you really think you can make me look girly enough for a straight man?” I hoped that laid the seeds of doubt.

“No problem, baby. I took a year of cosmetology before I switched to nursing.”

“Maybe I need to take even more time to get ready? Like a day of you primping me into a real sissy?” That word oughta give her pause.

She looked up from her project with her glasses perched on the end of her nose as she scrutinized me. Arie reached out and pulled me down for a snuggle with her hand on the back of my neck. Her fingers gently tugged at the hairs they found there, “I guess you’re right. He’ll like you better if you’re smooth. Go take a shower and I’ll meet you in the bathroom.”

This was a gamble for me. And so far my plan was unfolding as expected. I guessed at what she would propose and I seemed to be right. She was going through the motions diligently, but once she actually saw my hairless body and feminized bald scrotum she would change her mind.

For the next few hours she depilidated, tweazed, trimmed, and had me try corsets and breastforms. Figuratively, she wasn’t blinking, and every time she tried something new I looked less like myself.

Eventually she declared she was finished and turned me toward the mirror. I had hoped for a truly diminished emasculated outcome so repugnant she wouldn’t be able to stand it. A hairless man’s chest and infantilized testis should have done the trick. Looking at a fool of a man in a women’s corset should have exhausted her enthusiasm toward the idea.

Instead, the person looking back at me was a beautiful female. She looked to be about nineteen and the way I was posed the young Aurora would arouse a eunuch. I didn’t look foolish or sissified or anything of the sort. If I could, I would have fucked me myself. In fact, I was very excited and oddly stirred up emotionally.

Hiding my swelling erection I feigned unemotional appreciation, “You’re very talented, Arie. If you don’t back out I’m sure he’ll be happy.” That was my last chance to encourage her to stop the madness. Maybe she just needed time.

The next day she wouldn’t let me alter any of her work. She said it took too long to allow me to spoil it. I couldn’t go anywhere. I couldn’t get any chores done. All that was left for me was to sit around all femme. Moreso, she started teaching me how to walk and move like a woman despite my realistic objection that I would only be “sleeping.”

As the hour approached I waited for my wife to crack, or confess that it had all been pretend. Maybe there was no guy after all. When I was of a mind that he was a ruse I felt relief. When I imagined a real Prince Phillip my stomach jumped and so did my dick tucked away in my baby blue panties.

At five O’Clock Arie was nowhere to be seen. I found her getting made up in a costume too. For a second I thought she was playing Prince Phillip herself. That would have saved us both. Instead she explained, “I’m Lackey, the court composer.” She applied shadow and explained more, “I couldn’t be Arie. It would ruin the scene for you.”

Only a minute seemed to pass and suddenly it was six. “Aurora, come here, dearie.” There was a new gothic bedspread on our marital bed. She’d gone to all this trouble. There was no way she was bluffing.

“Aurora! You’re amazing. Beautiful. Every prince’s dream.” My heart melted. I loved being pretty. This was my lifelong dream with one little detail being different. The change could work for me.

She patted the bed and I laid myself down with my elegant dress spread out perfectly. Arie combed my hair so it framed my delicate face. Lastly, she placed a single red rose on my chest. Why hadn’t she put in any effort to get the details right when the fantasy was mine alone? I felt gyped.

I peeked in a mirror across the room and it hit me how much I looked like a perfect doll. I suppose a sex doll, for a man I’d never met. How did I ever agree to be an object of desire for a stranger?

Arie turned my hand so it was palm up. Then taking a needle she asked, “Ready to sleep? Once you’re under the spell any movement or objection will mean you DO see it as rape and end your dream. You know, the dream of doing this..to me.”

“I can’t be absolutely quiet. You giggled when you did it.”

She spoke dismissively, “Well don’t complain. Only stop it if you concede that it’s nonconsensual.” Then she added impulsively, “Otherwise it’s gay.”

I didn’t want that! “I’m not gay. I’m Aurora. And Aurora’s not gay.” She smiled a Maleficently grand smile. Then the needle pricked my finger. I saw a tiny drop of blood before I closed my eyes, prepared to do my best acting.

My own words convinced me. As long as I WAS Aurora then he could do whatever he wanted to my indifferent body and I could accept the sexual act like any female would. I fought the urge for the corners of my lips to turn up as I considered that I might like the attention a little.

I pictured my perfect and beautiful body being ravaged by Prince Phillip with his huge manly sword and my dick throbbed hard hidden down there under my dress.

Then I imagined the look on my wife’s face as she watched her husband being turned gay. I could never show any enjoyment. Complete stoicism was called for, no matter what he did to my body with his rugged cock.

In short order, the doorbell rang. If there was still any doubt about the reality of his existence.. Arie pattered off to get the door, leaving me abandoned and vulnerably displayed on our bed.

A moment later they entered the room. “Wheew! She’s a lot prettier than I ever hoped for.” His comment made my heart leap. I bet they could hear it pounding in my chest – it was my only movement.

I felt his weight as he sat on the mattress next to me and I let out my breath which I hadn’t been aware I was holding. I so wanted to open my eyes. She had said he was a stranger. But how would she have found him? Maybe I did know who it was.