Jacob could see as he pulled into the garage that Flora had forgotten to take out the trash. It sat in the same place it had been this morning, the cans had not moved one inch from their original spot. Why can't she just do as she is told?! , he heard himself saying inside his head. He gathered his briefcase and coat and left the car. He stood for a moment outside the doorway that lead into the kitchen and sighed. For 30 years he had come home to this very house, same house, same door, same life. Nothing ever changed except his anger toward Flora.
He remembered when he first met her. Not the prettiest but there was potential with just the right guidance, not the most graceful, but again there was something about the way she moved that made him smile. Now, he could hardly bear coming home to her. It wasn't her per say, he DID love her, but things had changed while Flora remained the same. Same meals, same style clothes, same furniture, same love making tactics, even the same hair style for Christ sake. He sighed and turned the door knob.
"FLORA?? FLORA I'M HOME!" He didn't stop to wait for a reply, he slammed his briefcase down on the counter and made his way to their living room to look for her. As soon as he came around the corner he stopped. Everything in his mind raced, he tried to speak but only one syllable sounds escaped his lips, he felt his whole body go numb. "Flora? Is that you?" She had been standing looking away from him, her hair was down, the dress she had on was hugging her figure tightly, showing off her very shapely butt and thighs. Black stocking hung to her shapely calves, high black stilettos pushed their sharp edge into the carpet. The back of the dress was open down to the waist line, he could see her shoulders, her spine, her hair clinging to her shoulder blades in tendrils of pure black. Who was this woman! Where was Flora? Where was his DINNER!
The woman, clad in black and draped in glamor girl fashion slowly turned around. She had waited for almost forever for this very moment, she knew how this would effect him, make his senses reel, steal his breath away. And she liked, no LOVED the power she felt right now as she revealed more of the new Flora. Her make up was perfect, soft yet severe at the same time, the dress she found at a second hand shop, the shoes at a very little shop next to the mall. Her hair? Well the woman at the beauty shop said if you want to go for the dramatic effect the Jet Black Hair was the way to go. Judging from Jacobs breathing, which she could actually hear, it was doing what she hoped it would. She was fully turned around now, and Jacob's chest was going up and down rapidly, the vein in his neck pulsing, his face turning almost red.
"Flo..Flora?" he said in a half whisper. "Oh Jacob, someone has been a very naughty boy." She almost hissed his name when she spoke. She let her hands drop to her sides and walked toward him, mentally willing herself to not twist her ankle the wrong way and fall to the floor as she approached him. "Naughty boy??? What? Who? Flora? What is going on here? Speak Woman!" He was getting angry again, he took a few steps toward her. This was not his Flora, this was a joke, what was she trying to pull. Flora put her index finger right against his chest and started to push back as she moved her body closer, forcing him to back up. The back of Jacob's calves hit the lazy boy, he could feel himself lose his balance. Flora spoke very softly, "I said, someone..has..been..a..naughty..boy..or should I say...girl????" She pushed him a bit harder and caused him to flop backwards into the chair. He felt and heard the noise at the same time, he couldn't decide if he should turn his head away or look behind him on the chair to see what the noise was. He quickly glanced behind him and he promptly wet himself. Flora could not believe it, she burst out laughing, she couldn't stop, the harder she laughed the better she felt. Jacob had been so entranced by her look and demeanor that he didn't see what was placed on the chair. He was sitting on his dress, his DRESS, lace sticking out from between his thighs, pink tucked up under his suit jacket. His face turned pale and he visibly gulped.
"Look Flora I can explain..." was all he managed to say. Flora leaned down, placed a blood red painted nail on his lips and whispered, "Explain what little girl? I know what you are Jacob, I found out, and since you want to be a sissy, then my dear, I will be more then happy to help you be your very best." Her face was cold, yet she smiled at him. There was no warmth in her eyes, her lips spread over her teeth in a very wicked smile. She stood up as Jacob continued to breath heavily. "Jacob? I think I want steak tonight, the apron is in the top drawer on the left, so be a good little girl and give MOMMY what she wants. And please dear, clean yourself up, no young lady should have pee stains on her dress." Before he could reply she turned on her heels and walked down the hallway, tossing her head back as she laughed.
To Be Continued....
Train Ride Part III
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TheSitterStacie
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Train Ride Part III
“And the National Rifle Association says that, "Guns don't kill people, people do,” but I think the gun helps, you know? I think it helps. I just think just standing there going, "Bang!" That's not going to kill too many people, is it?"
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babymarty
Stacie, you are a FANTASTIC WRITER!!!!! 
As I was reading this, I could visualize Flora in my mindseye. The way you described her "shapely butt and thighs" and the dress, really got my attention.
Please write more, I love your stories! I'm not sure how you want the story to progress, but I would love to see Jacob phy. and mentaly regressed by Flora back to infancy.
I remember that story you wrote for the last newsletter. I loved the way you had the wife/mommy pat and squish the seat of his poopy diaper.
That was awsome!
Again, Stacie, you are a great writer!
As I was reading this, I could visualize Flora in my mindseye. The way you described her "shapely butt and thighs" and the dress, really got my attention.
Please write more, I love your stories! I'm not sure how you want the story to progress, but I would love to see Jacob phy. and mentaly regressed by Flora back to infancy.
I remember that story you wrote for the last newsletter. I loved the way you had the wife/mommy pat and squish the seat of his poopy diaper.
That was awsome!Again, Stacie, you are a great writer!
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TheSitterStacie
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Oh Marty...just you wait, I am going to include in this story every single type of thing I have run across in my calls. Poor Jacob lol. And soon, Flora will have him pooting and tooting too *wink*.
And I'm glad you like the way that I write, still needs some brushing up, but I will get better the more I do it. Thank you for your very kind words.
Stacie
And I'm glad you like the way that I write, still needs some brushing up, but I will get better the more I do it. Thank you for your very kind words.
Stacie
“And the National Rifle Association says that, "Guns don't kill people, people do,” but I think the gun helps, you know? I think it helps. I just think just standing there going, "Bang!" That's not going to kill too many people, is it?"
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TheSitterStacie
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Dear Lord I forgot all about this story lol I will have to pick it up again soon, parts I and II were deleted, but I will try to get back on here and finish this up soon, it's been too long!
Stacie
Stacie
“And the National Rifle Association says that, "Guns don't kill people, people do,” but I think the gun helps, you know? I think it helps. I just think just standing there going, "Bang!" That's not going to kill too many people, is it?"
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