My story with Erik (2)

After a long, intense night, we fell asleep completely naked, holding each other.

I woke up on Saturday around nine in the morning. When I opened my eyes, Erik had already gotten up. He was wearing the same jockstrap he had worn the night before, which barely concealed his anatomy and accentuated his imposing physique even more.

“Good morning,” he greeted me with a smile. “You can shower whenever you want.”

I got up and went straight to the bathroom. When I finished, I found that Erik had prepared a full brunch in the dining room. The table was perfectly set and everything looked appetizing.

As we sat down, Erik explained that he normally ate only two meals a day: a very complete brunch in the morning and, around eight in the evening, a good dinner accompanied by a good wine.

I was about to sit down when Erik stopped me.

“Wait. Put this on.”

He handed me two red latex garments. I looked at them for a few seconds before trying them on. They were very tight shorts, with a zipper that ran from the navel to the back, and a kind of equally tight latex bra, with two small holes in the front.

I put them on. To my surprise, I felt very comfortable in those clothes. The latex fit perfectly to my body and the sensation was strange, but at the same time exciting.

When I finally sat down at the table, Erik came over. He leaned toward me and gave me a brief kiss on the lips.

Then he took his place in front of me.

And we began to eat, as if that morning were the beginning of something that both of us knew was going to change many things.

While we ate, Erik began to explain his proposal to me in more detail.

His project consisted of feminizing me, but making it clear from the start that he did not intend to turn me into another person. He didn't want me to change my way of speaking or my tone of voice, nor to adopt a way of behaving that wasn't mine. His idea focused, above all, on my appearance and the clothes I would wear during our encounters.

“I don't want you to lose who you are, Pol,” he explained. “From Monday to Friday you'll continue living exactly the same life you live now. Your work, your personal relationships, everything will stay the same. No one has to know anything.”

He made a short pause before continuing.

“But on weekends it will be different.”

According to his proposal, from Monday to Friday each of us would live his own life, without our relationship affecting either my work or my personal life. On the other hand, on Saturdays and Sundays I would move to his house and there we could give free rein to that part of our sexuality that we had just discovered.

He had even established a very specific routine.

On Fridays, at eight in the evening, I would have to already be at his house. I would enter, undress, shower and then go directly to the bedroom. There I would have my own ...