A Natural Sissy

Stacy is a natural sissy. I knew it the first time I laid eyes on him when he came to visit at my request on an Internet forum. After 3 months of Internet chat, I was ready to implement my plan. I knew he had money. He inherited most of it from his parents when they died in horrible automobile accident a few years ago. I knew he was well educated, too, with a doctorate in electronics, but he was retired now that he was rich. He drove six hours to get to my home from his. When he knocked on my door he had two dozen roses behind his back, and when I opened the door to let him in, he stuttered his name, and brought the roses from behind him to hand them to me.

"Hello, Gail. I'm... I'm... St... Sta... Stacy. I brought you some roses." He looked concerned that I might not like roses.

"Well, thank you, Stacy. The roses are lovely. Please come in." I took the offered roses, filled a vase with water, and placed them on the bookcase at the far wall of my living room. "Would you like some wine? Or a beer?"

"Uh... thank you. Wine is good."

"Coming right up." I brought out a bottle of Chablis and poured two flutes, handing him one as I sat beside him on the sofa. I purposely sat so that my thigh brushed against his, and I put my hand on his leg just above the knee. I could see that he was quite nervous, and I hoped the wine would settle him a bit. You can't train a skittish horse, and you can't train a skittish man, either. As we continued our conversation, I continued to refill his wine flute, while nursing my own with small sips to avoid getting high myself. My object was to seduce the poor widower of two years who probably hadn't had sex since his wife's death. At 46, he was twenty years my senior, just the way I like my boi toys.

His build was almost exactly what I had expected from information gathered during our Internet chats. At six feet tall and weighing about 155 pounds, he was slender, and I noticed he had very little stubble on his face, so I expected to see only a minimum of body hair. He was taller than my 5 feet 5 inches, and heavier by 50 pounds, but that wouldn't be a problem. He'd be perfect for what I had in mind. It was going to be fun turning him into a plaything for my friends and me.