Chapter 13
It was finally
the morning of Martin's first court date. He was up very early and sat
comfortably in his preparation room, reading the latest tabloid gossip put out
by Phoebe.
His hair was being
set in curlers. Martin was completely nude with a cape around his neck, but he
was not tied to the chair. Sasha was doing his hair this time to help him out.
Though his hair in the end would be just as curled and feminized as when
Leanne had done his hair, he would not feel demeaned by the process with Sasha.
It was something that had to be today, Martin knew it and he wanted Sasha to do
it for him instead of sitting in the beauty salon for a couple of hours being
watched by all those society women.
"Damn Phoebe.
There she goes again," Martin said looking at her article. "Telling everyone
I was dressed as a girl by my mother when I was young."
"Well, were
you?" Sasha asked while she curled his hair.
"Hell no. My
mother my treated my like her son, not some limp
wrist little..."
"Martin," she
said interrupting him before he could say it.
"You have any
idea how embarrassing and frustrating it is reading articles in a tabloid saying
you were dressed as a girl when you were a boy."
"Oh you mean
a story about when you were a little boy and could do nothing to stop being
dressed as a girl by adults, or the part about a full grown young man that is
getting ready to go to a court room completely dressed as a woman, because he
feels he can do nothing about it. Actually they kind of fit together Martin. Why
be so upset? You couldn't fight it then and you can't fight it now, whether
it's true or untrue, and I would suppose most people already think you
probably liked dressing like a girl when you were young
anyway."
"That is not
what I needed to hear Sasha."
"Yes it is Martin," she said smiling and kissing the top
of his curlers. "It's exactly what you need to hear, because it is all true
and irrelevant. People think what they think and you can't control
that."
He turned
the page and there was a headline from another gossip columnist that Martin
didn't know.
"Creating Male
Brides is Her Job," was the title with a picture of Leanne and smaller photos
around her of the men she had transformed into male brides. All the photos were
bridal or wedding day photos, and all the brides were smiling except one. That
was Dorothy. Martin looked at his picture.
"Why did I
smile like that?" he said. "Dorothy isn't smiling," he said letting Sasha see
the picture of himself.
"Well
Martin I would say it was early on and you didn't know what was going to happen
next. Maybe you felt you needed to smile to keep from being punished in some
way."
"It looks
like I am happy, blushing bride standing there in that dress. Like I was excited
about getting married," he said disgusted.
"Yes it
does. I'm sure that was the intent. I bet that is the only one of fifty that
would make you look that way too."
In the
article Leanne was giving brief descriptions of how she got into the
feminization of male brides and a little about each bride.
Reporter: Did you
ever feel sorry for any of these men? They're rumors about how they didn't want
to be feminized and some of the stories of what they endured sound so
sad."
Leanne: Did I feel
sorry for them? Oh not at all. These were arranged marriages and very few brides
male or female are fully willing participants in such weddings. There are some
very emotional moments during their transitions I will admit. After all young
men think about having girlfriends and impressing them. They don't sit around
dreaming of dressing as women and becoming another man's bride someday. We do
what we have to do to overcome their reluctance and get them to at least
cooperate with the future plan we have in store for them. It can get a little
physical at times. I do feel though that these men were selected through a very
thorough process by their families and this what they thought was best for
them, and well if I didn't do the feminization someone else would
have."
Reporter: Do you
think these men will accept their new place in society over time? I mean do you
feel these men are now happy where they are in life. At least initially having
no choice but to dress as women and having male husbands?"
Leanne:
"These male brides are all accepted by society and the communities they live in
for what they are. To me that's the most important part is that they are able
to function in their new feminine roles both publicly and privately. I feel each
of these young men are where they should be in life and their husband's
happiness, rather than their acceptance of their fate should be the measure of a
successful marriage.
Reporter: "What is
the biggest complaint these men have when you start transforming
them?"
Leanne: First
would be being secured and physically controlled and removed from normal society
function. Most lose all rights to self determination in these marriages. During
the process itself, I would say wearing dresses and having to look like women
and being on public display. They all also have a hard time with the concept
that they are now married to a man, and their husband has marital rights with
them as they are the wives. I would say they probably never really get over the
anxiety of any of these things, they just adjust and protest a little less with
time."
"Bitch,"
Martin said quickly
skipping over to his part.
Reporter: What about
Lady Vargos.
Leanne: "Oh yes,
Marcia Vargos. That was the male bride I most recently finished. Very luscious
surroundings being in the seat of all that wealth. I had all and any resources I
needed to do his transformation."
Reporter: "We have
all seen pictures of Lady Vargos since he is such a high profile figure in
society. Tell us a little about your time with him."
Leanne: "Well Lady
Vargos, unlike the other young male brides I have worked with, came from a
very privileged home, most are poor. His father was George Hastings who
owned several shipping companies. I by the way did his male bride
also."
Reporter: "Really. Is
this a family tradition?"
Leanne: Could be the
start of one. I started Martin down the road feminization just like I do all the
men after the agreement between the families was done. Very firm and not showing
any emotion to their fear and reluctance. You never show sympathy. I don't
always know how they will react at first."
Reporter: "Was Mrs.
Vargos at all receptive to the arranged marriage thing?"
Leanne: "No, but he
never was really a big problem either. We used very little physical persuasion
in his case. We dressed him rather extravagantly as a eccentric woman of
society per instructions by his husband."
Reporter:
"Extravagantly?"
Leanne: " Yes.
Martin had longer nails than most women wear and definitely longer than the
male bride. Big teased up hairdo's, and he wore 6" heels all the time. His 5"
heels were his casual pumps. (laughs) Martin actually looked good dressed
in his feminine persona I thought. His body looked good in the dresses and his
hair held those extreme hairdo's we did on him very well. He was one of the more
convincing images of a female of the ones I've done."
"He cooperated in his
deportment and grace classes picking up on the finer points of femininity
quickly. Better than any of the others. To the best of my knowledge he also
performed satisfactorily privately with his husband from the very beginning.
Overall Martin was my easiest transition from male to feminized male bride that
I have done to date," she laughed, "Quite frankly when a man is transformed that
easily, he probably wanted it in the first place and he should have been
transformed years ago. I think his family made the correct decision with
him."
"Easiest!"
Martin yelled out. "She says I'm the easiest guy she has done this to," he said
slamming the paper down.
"Martin
please, this is a gossip columnist, she lives on twisting facts and causing
controversy and new outrageous gossip."
"These were
Leanne's words Sasha. She says I was a push over. Like I was timid and
cooperative of having all this done to me. I fought back Sasha. They had to
strap me down for sex. They had to strap me down to do what you are doing now. I
was rebellious, I fought them. How can she say that," Martin said now emotional
and teary.
"You don't
have to defend yourself to me honey, I think what they have done to you is just
horrible, and you did what you had to do save yourself from even more torment,"
she said rolling another curler in his hair.
"I can't take
it anymore Sasha," he said a tear running down his cheek.
Sasha stopped
what she was doing walked to the side of the chair and gently removed the paper
from Martin's hands.
"Martin, I
know you are very upset with what you have been through and not knowing what is
going to happen. Let me finish rolling your hair baby and get you under the
dryer and I'll give you a nice blow job."
"The other
night you were furious about me asking for a blow job," he said looking at her
teary.
"Yes,
you insisted like a horny bastard that needed a woman's lips to masturbate
between. I'm offering to soothe and comfort you in this terrible time, like I
would offer no one else. There is a difference baby. It's called
caring."
Martin sat
quietly while Sasha finished rolling his pink hair. She then placed the dryer
over his head. Sasha was wearing a dress this morning. Martin was naked. He was
being kept naked to prevent him from running. Sasha knelt down in front of the
chair, pulled her long blond hair over one shoulder and took Martin semi erect
penis in her hand. She looked up at him and smiled stroking him
harder.
"Relax
baby and enjoy this. I am doing this for you because I care about you and I want
to help calm the emotional anguish you are suffering." She smiled and tilted her
head to the side her hair was on and just before she opened her mouth to take
Martin's dick in she said, "Cum in my mouth when you are
ready."
She then
proceeded to suck Martin's dick in a very sensuous and seductive way. Martin
closed his eyes and tilted his head back in the dryer enjoying the sensations
that were traveling from his dick where her lips were through his crotch and up
his back. It felt that intense.
He gently spread
his toes then curled them under over and over while she worked her magic.
Gripping the arms of the chair he braced himself. He looked down and saw her red
lips sliding up and down his shaft. His legs stretched out straight and began to
shake. His toes started wiggling quickly up and down in an almost uncontrolled
and humorous manner. The sight of her lips caused him to begin to ejaculate in
her mouth.
She never
flinched, maintaining the same pace and pressure on his shaft as his semen left
his penis in warm impressive streams inside her mouth. She swallowed as she slid
up and down till he was totally relaxed in the chair.
Sasha got to
her feet and adjusted the hair dryer over Martin's hair.
"Better?" she
asked touching his shoulder.
Martin nodded.
She picked up the tabloid so he wouldn't be tempted to read it again this
morning.
"I'll be back
in about 45 minutes," she said putting her blouse back on.
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Martin was now
dressed for his court date. His PCP collar was attached tightly around his
neck.
The courtroom was
packed with spectaters, and the press. Martin was led in after everyone else was
seated. His wrist cuffed in front of him and his ankles hobbled together. there
was a chain connecting the handcuffs with the ankle hobbles.
There was a
murmur in the crowd as he was led to the front wearing 6" red heel, to go with
his black cocktail dress and pink hair.
Martin didn't
understand why he was being treated as if he were some dangerous mass murder in
the courtroom rather than a man possibly about to receive enough money to make
him the wealthiest man in the country.
When Martin
reached his seat he remained standing while the judge entered the court then was
seated.
The judge looked
over the papers and looked to both counsels. H then began
speaking.
"It is clear to
me that there was some funds that were used by the late baron Vargos that
belonged to others, however he did not illegally obtain these funds nor did
misappropriate any of the funds when he struck this deal. He did however have
legal control of Constance Vargos investment at the time. He also had control of
his wives assets. He used them to set up a deal that I'm sure would have been
very lucrative had he been around. But, he is not."
"That is my
money," Constance said standing up in the court and
interrupting,
"One more
interruption and you will be a guest at the District 12 Discipline Center for
seven days."
Constance sat
down in a huff.
"And no, it's
not your money, it is now Lady Vargos money as is the estate that was owned by
Baron Vargos."
Sarah smiled
and looked at Martin, who seemed happy even though his mouth was
gagged.
"But, there is
a stipulation. Lady Vargos was arranged into this marriage partly because of his
families concerns that he was unable to handle finances and day to day
challenges in the world on his own. The Baron did have and exercised rights to
all decisions concerning Lady Vargos' possessions and day to day concerns for
him."
Everyone looked
a little confused an somewhat concerned.
"As agreed
John Vargos, Lady Vargos's closest relative, will become the trustee of the
estate for one year in which time Lady Vargos can assume the ownership of the
estate after having proven she can handle such a large estate and the day to day
pressures that come with it."
"As agreed?"
Martin thought looking at Sarah. She had made this agreement using her power of
attorney to settle this case.
"This case is
closed."
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