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Our wives had been instant friends as soon as we moved in next-door to each
other. Gary and Monica had just moved in the week before us. When they came
over bearing cookies and a bottle of wine to introduce themselves, the
ladies hit it off right away.
Gary and I not so much. He was this big mountain of a man, probably 6'4"
and tipping the scales at 250 lbs. He was very much a mans' man and I was
not so much. In my shoes with the lifts I come in right under 5'9" and
weigh just 150 lbs soaking wet and my shape is embarrassingly feminine. I
have always had wide hips and a bubble-butt, and could never seem to add
any muscle to my upper frame. I was this classic pear shape, in feminine
parlance. My mother used to tease me that I was probably supposed to be a
girl and just got unlucky. My dad just ignored me mostly so I learned to be
seen more than heard just to avoid pissing him off.
---
Over the three months since we moved in, the girls have spent almost all of
their free-time together. I usually just hang around the house when they go
out. If I'm feeling especially naughty, I like to crossdress and pretend
I'm this cute little housewife as I clean and do my chores in full
regalia. Panties, bra, stockings held up by a garter under this really cute
little polka-dot blue dress I got at Goodwill and keep in the back of my
closet. Sarah, my wife, loved coming home to a spotless home. She would
tease me from time to time that I would "make such a wonderful wife
someday."
Sometimes when the girls were for and Gary was out cutting his grass or
working on his yard I'd watch him from behind the curtains in our living
room and imagine he was my man, my husband, my master and I'm doing my job
as his little housewife while he does the sweaty, guy chores.
---
On this particular Sunday the wives had gone antiquing and planned on
catching a rom-com at the theater in the evening so I had a full day to
myself. When the call came I was flittering around the living room
vacuuming and didn't hear my phone ring. I was blissfully unaware anything
was wrong until I was startled by pounding on the front door.
When I peaked around the little side window next to the door I saw Gary
looking frantic. Fuck! I was completely dressed.
He must have seen the curtain move slightly - "Mark open up!" I heard him
through what sounded like tears. "I really can't right now Gary, what's
up?" I inquired. "The girls have been in an accident - we need to get to
the hospital NOW!" he yelled.
OMG! My thoughts shifted so quickly out of my daydreaming that I unlocked
and opened the front door without thinking about what I was doing.
"Jesus! what are you wearing?" Gary asked very directly.
Before I even had a chance to answer, he moved on - "Doesn't matter,
man. We gotta go - I'll drive. Get changed and meet me outside in 2
minutes!!" he commanded.
I retreated to my room and stripped off my dress, threw on a sweatshirt and
jeans over my bra and panties and hauled ass out to Gary's car.
---
We were en route to the hospital when the doctor called. Our wives had both
succumbed to their injuries.
---
The tension and angst filled Gary's Lexus as we made our way through
traffic and got to the hospital. I was numb, Gary was intense.
The police were there and we were ushered into a private room to get the
details. A truck-driver had become distracted and crossed the center-line,
hitting them head-on. My wife was killed instantly. Monica was alive when
the paramedics arrived and was conscious enough to tell them that she was
pregnant and to do whatever they could. Gary's head fell into his hands. He
had no idea she was pregnant; apparently they had been trying for years. He
sobbed and shook his head.
The officer left us alone in the room and I did my best to comfort Gary. I
rubbed his back and tried to speak calmly to him - I suppressed my own
grief momentarily for his benefit.
The doctor came in about 10 minutes later and talked to both of us about
our wives and then asked me to step out so he could speak with Gary about
the baby. Gary asked me to stay and I did.
The baby was only a month and a half along but had survived the impact
enough to still be viable. The challenge was how to proceed. They were
keeping Monica's body alive artificially for now, but the baby would only
survive around 36 hours under these conditions, they needed a surrogate.
Gary just shook his head in acknowledgement but couldn't get sounds
out. The doctor suggested I take him home; We both had grieving to do and
making decisions that big during the shock phase wasn't a good idea. He
would call if he had any updates.
---
I drove Gary's car home and got him into his house. My own sadness had
started to catch up to me and I needed a good cry but didn't want to make
it worse for Gary so I went home after making sure he was settled.
I took off all of my clothes, the panties and bra I still had on, and took
a long bath and had a good cry.
---
I don't remember getting myself into bed and falling asleep but I had woken
up before the light and been laying in bed in a daze, trying to comprehend
the curve that life had thrown at me, when a knock on the door forced me
out of my stupor.
I had slept in one of my wifes' nighties - it felt good to feel close to
her like that and I always sleep so soundly in lingerie.
I grabbed my "guy" robe to cover myself and made my way to the door.
It was Gary - he had coffee and donuts in his hands. This did not look like
a man that had just lost his wife. He looked like a man who had been up for
hours and was on a mission.
I invited him in and we sat at the kitchen table exchanging polite
condolences and asking on the others' well-being. He had just gotten off
the phone with the doctor and needed to talk to me urgently, he said.
---
I'm not sure how long I sat there with my mouth open in shock. In short,
for the past hour Gary had proposed that I become a surrogate for his
unborn c***d. Unable to locate any viable relative to carry the baby to
term; the doctor suggested that anyone, male or female, could carry the
c***d. Modern medical science would enable them to take Monica's womb
intact and implant it into my body. I would need to begin a regimen of
hormones immediately so that my body provided the right chemicals to the
fetus - but it was physically possible.
Mixed into his proposal was the revelation that my wife had known all about
my cross-dressing and the sites I read and visited. She had shared all of
this with Monica who, of course, told Gary. Apparently the girls had been
working on a plan for a while to get me to "come out."
Gary's take on all of this was one of fate. He was convincing in his tone
and mannerisms; I on the other hand was dazed. You know how in movies when
an explosion goes off close enough to someone to disorient them and make
their ears ring? Yeah, exactly that!
It must have been long enough because Gary broke the silence. "Look Mark, I
know this is a lot to take in on the heels of losing Sarah, but I want to
assure you of a few things that I presume are running through your head
right now." I didn't raise my head, but I raised my eyes to him and he
continued, "I know you've been depressed since you lost your job and having
something to refocus on will be good for you. If you move in with me, we
can rent out your place, and I can take care of you and the baby - I make
plenty of money to take care of all 3 of us, comfortably."
"I don't expect you to have a relationship with me, but I suspect you may
want to, and if you do - that would make me happy, and I would make you
happy."
I was crying pretty steadily now - I had hit that place in a good cry where
I couldn't really speak words - just sobbing noises to indicate
acknowledgment. I worked very hard to regain my composure and attempted to
speak.
"Gary, this is all so much. So much, so fast. What am I supposed to tell
people? our friends? my PARENTS!?" I was building up a resistance now;
"What exactly are you going to tell people? We'll be a laughing stock. They
don't make men's maternity clothes the last I checked - I would have to be
a woman full-time!!"
The smile on Gary's face would have been creepy in most circumstances, but
it was oddly comforting. He had thought of all of these things apparently.
"First things first, I want you to start, right now, by worrying less. My
job will be to provide for, and protect, you and the baby. The sooner you
can shift your mindset, the clearer this will all become. Now, to address
your concerns: I know you don't have that many friends, guy friends at
least. I don't know your parents but from what I heard - your relationship
with them is strained as best; and yes, I expect you to be a woman
full-time."
He didn't need to pause, but I could feel his eyes watching me for a
reaction. Satisfied with whatever my body language must have indicated he
went on, "Mark, Monica and I tried for so long to have a c***d. I lost my
wife yesterday and you lost yours. Together we can make something positive
out of so much loss. I can give you the life I think you want - all those
dreams, all your fantasies, can all come true. All your worries and fears
can disappear. Please have my baby."
He stopped there and didn't say another word. The silence was uncomfortable
- it was breaking me.
Gary got up and made himself a cup of coffee to replace the one he had
drank. I shifted in my seat and my bottom slid across the satin chemise I
was wearing under my robe. Everything he said was true: I kept to myself,
my folks barely acknowledged me, I hadn't had a decent interview in months
and we were living off of Sarah's income. I was truly at the bottom.
I pushed my hair out of my face - I had been secretly enjoying growing it
out under the auspices of not wanting to spend money on a haircut since I
wasn't working. Just as I was going to get up to get one, Gary offered me a
tissue. It was incredibly sweet and made me relax just a bit.
"Gary, I don't know what to do here. I am mortified that Sarah, Monica, and
you all knew my secret, which is shameful enough, and now I am being asked
to go from being this other person that I have always been, to the person I
am in secret everyday - and we're just gonna be a normal couple, just like
that?"
Before I could continue with the speech I spent all of 30 seconds working
out in my head, Gary interrupted.
"Mark, this baby is my main priority right now, but I know that I'm not
equipped to raise it on my own. I need you to do this for me. For us." I
stood up and started to open my mouth but before I could respond he placed
his hand on my cheek and his thumb over my mouth so he could go on
uninterrupted. "Have this baby for me; after he or she is born, if this
isn't what you want - I promise you, on my wife's memory, that I will help
you however you need to move on. Please?"
With that he pulled me to him and hugged me. It wasn't sexual or sensual in
any way - it was comforting. Gary towered over me and his arms engulfed me
as he pulled me tight to him. If he was trying to convey strength and
caring with this hug, he was achieving it. I started to cry again and laid
my head into his chest. I don't know how to describe it but I absolutely
melted into him. He rubbed my hair and my back with his hand. I was being
soothed and if it was a trap - I fell right into it.
"Yes," I said as I looked up into his eyes. "I will do it."
The smile on the mans face was infectious. We both began to cry again, but
different tears. These weren't "happy tears" but they were certainly
joyful. These tears turned into a silly laugh from both of us. I went back
to his chest with my head and stayed there for another moment.
---
Gary called the doctor and told him that we would be at the hospital in an
hour. We only had 11 hours left before the chance of losing the baby became
a reality.
"Get a shower Mark?" Gary hesitated, "um, what would you like your name to
be?" he asked. "Gary, please don't be upset?I have had this name since well
before we ever met, but I have always been Monica as my feminine persona."
He smiled. "OK, then Monica it is - should be easy for me to remember at
least!" With that I got a wink from him and instructions to get cleaned up,
put on something comfortable, and pack something to come home in - after
all I was going to be pregnant when I left the hospital.
---
To be continued...
other. Gary and Monica had just moved in the week before us. When they came
over bearing cookies and a bottle of wine to introduce themselves, the
ladies hit it off right away.
Gary and I not so much. He was this big mountain of a man, probably 6'4"
and tipping the scales at 250 lbs. He was very much a mans' man and I was
not so much. In my shoes with the lifts I come in right under 5'9" and
weigh just 150 lbs soaking wet and my shape is embarrassingly feminine. I
have always had wide hips and a bubble-butt, and could never seem to add
any muscle to my upper frame. I was this classic pear shape, in feminine
parlance. My mother used to tease me that I was probably supposed to be a
girl and just got unlucky. My dad just ignored me mostly so I learned to be
seen more than heard just to avoid pissing him off.
---
Over the three months since we moved in, the girls have spent almost all of
their free-time together. I usually just hang around the house when they go
out. If I'm feeling especially naughty, I like to crossdress and pretend
I'm this cute little housewife as I clean and do my chores in full
regalia. Panties, bra, stockings held up by a garter under this really cute
little polka-dot blue dress I got at Goodwill and keep in the back of my
closet. Sarah, my wife, loved coming home to a spotless home. She would
tease me from time to time that I would "make such a wonderful wife
someday."
Sometimes when the girls were for and Gary was out cutting his grass or
working on his yard I'd watch him from behind the curtains in our living
room and imagine he was my man, my husband, my master and I'm doing my job
as his little housewife while he does the sweaty, guy chores.
---
On this particular Sunday the wives had gone antiquing and planned on
catching a rom-com at the theater in the evening so I had a full day to
myself. When the call came I was flittering around the living room
vacuuming and didn't hear my phone ring. I was blissfully unaware anything
was wrong until I was startled by pounding on the front door.
When I peaked around the little side window next to the door I saw Gary
looking frantic. Fuck! I was completely dressed.
He must have seen the curtain move slightly - "Mark open up!" I heard him
through what sounded like tears. "I really can't right now Gary, what's
up?" I inquired. "The girls have been in an accident - we need to get to
the hospital NOW!" he yelled.
OMG! My thoughts shifted so quickly out of my daydreaming that I unlocked
and opened the front door without thinking about what I was doing.
"Jesus! what are you wearing?" Gary asked very directly.
Before I even had a chance to answer, he moved on - "Doesn't matter,
man. We gotta go - I'll drive. Get changed and meet me outside in 2
minutes!!" he commanded.
I retreated to my room and stripped off my dress, threw on a sweatshirt and
jeans over my bra and panties and hauled ass out to Gary's car.
---
We were en route to the hospital when the doctor called. Our wives had both
succumbed to their injuries.
---
The tension and angst filled Gary's Lexus as we made our way through
traffic and got to the hospital. I was numb, Gary was intense.
The police were there and we were ushered into a private room to get the
details. A truck-driver had become distracted and crossed the center-line,
hitting them head-on. My wife was killed instantly. Monica was alive when
the paramedics arrived and was conscious enough to tell them that she was
pregnant and to do whatever they could. Gary's head fell into his hands. He
had no idea she was pregnant; apparently they had been trying for years. He
sobbed and shook his head.
The officer left us alone in the room and I did my best to comfort Gary. I
rubbed his back and tried to speak calmly to him - I suppressed my own
grief momentarily for his benefit.
The doctor came in about 10 minutes later and talked to both of us about
our wives and then asked me to step out so he could speak with Gary about
the baby. Gary asked me to stay and I did.
The baby was only a month and a half along but had survived the impact
enough to still be viable. The challenge was how to proceed. They were
keeping Monica's body alive artificially for now, but the baby would only
survive around 36 hours under these conditions, they needed a surrogate.
Gary just shook his head in acknowledgement but couldn't get sounds
out. The doctor suggested I take him home; We both had grieving to do and
making decisions that big during the shock phase wasn't a good idea. He
would call if he had any updates.
---
I drove Gary's car home and got him into his house. My own sadness had
started to catch up to me and I needed a good cry but didn't want to make
it worse for Gary so I went home after making sure he was settled.
I took off all of my clothes, the panties and bra I still had on, and took
a long bath and had a good cry.
---
I don't remember getting myself into bed and falling asleep but I had woken
up before the light and been laying in bed in a daze, trying to comprehend
the curve that life had thrown at me, when a knock on the door forced me
out of my stupor.
I had slept in one of my wifes' nighties - it felt good to feel close to
her like that and I always sleep so soundly in lingerie.
I grabbed my "guy" robe to cover myself and made my way to the door.
It was Gary - he had coffee and donuts in his hands. This did not look like
a man that had just lost his wife. He looked like a man who had been up for
hours and was on a mission.
I invited him in and we sat at the kitchen table exchanging polite
condolences and asking on the others' well-being. He had just gotten off
the phone with the doctor and needed to talk to me urgently, he said.
---
I'm not sure how long I sat there with my mouth open in shock. In short,
for the past hour Gary had proposed that I become a surrogate for his
unborn c***d. Unable to locate any viable relative to carry the baby to
term; the doctor suggested that anyone, male or female, could carry the
c***d. Modern medical science would enable them to take Monica's womb
intact and implant it into my body. I would need to begin a regimen of
hormones immediately so that my body provided the right chemicals to the
fetus - but it was physically possible.
Mixed into his proposal was the revelation that my wife had known all about
my cross-dressing and the sites I read and visited. She had shared all of
this with Monica who, of course, told Gary. Apparently the girls had been
working on a plan for a while to get me to "come out."
Gary's take on all of this was one of fate. He was convincing in his tone
and mannerisms; I on the other hand was dazed. You know how in movies when
an explosion goes off close enough to someone to disorient them and make
their ears ring? Yeah, exactly that!
It must have been long enough because Gary broke the silence. "Look Mark, I
know this is a lot to take in on the heels of losing Sarah, but I want to
assure you of a few things that I presume are running through your head
right now." I didn't raise my head, but I raised my eyes to him and he
continued, "I know you've been depressed since you lost your job and having
something to refocus on will be good for you. If you move in with me, we
can rent out your place, and I can take care of you and the baby - I make
plenty of money to take care of all 3 of us, comfortably."
"I don't expect you to have a relationship with me, but I suspect you may
want to, and if you do - that would make me happy, and I would make you
happy."
I was crying pretty steadily now - I had hit that place in a good cry where
I couldn't really speak words - just sobbing noises to indicate
acknowledgment. I worked very hard to regain my composure and attempted to
speak.
"Gary, this is all so much. So much, so fast. What am I supposed to tell
people? our friends? my PARENTS!?" I was building up a resistance now;
"What exactly are you going to tell people? We'll be a laughing stock. They
don't make men's maternity clothes the last I checked - I would have to be
a woman full-time!!"
The smile on Gary's face would have been creepy in most circumstances, but
it was oddly comforting. He had thought of all of these things apparently.
"First things first, I want you to start, right now, by worrying less. My
job will be to provide for, and protect, you and the baby. The sooner you
can shift your mindset, the clearer this will all become. Now, to address
your concerns: I know you don't have that many friends, guy friends at
least. I don't know your parents but from what I heard - your relationship
with them is strained as best; and yes, I expect you to be a woman
full-time."
He didn't need to pause, but I could feel his eyes watching me for a
reaction. Satisfied with whatever my body language must have indicated he
went on, "Mark, Monica and I tried for so long to have a c***d. I lost my
wife yesterday and you lost yours. Together we can make something positive
out of so much loss. I can give you the life I think you want - all those
dreams, all your fantasies, can all come true. All your worries and fears
can disappear. Please have my baby."
He stopped there and didn't say another word. The silence was uncomfortable
- it was breaking me.
Gary got up and made himself a cup of coffee to replace the one he had
drank. I shifted in my seat and my bottom slid across the satin chemise I
was wearing under my robe. Everything he said was true: I kept to myself,
my folks barely acknowledged me, I hadn't had a decent interview in months
and we were living off of Sarah's income. I was truly at the bottom.
I pushed my hair out of my face - I had been secretly enjoying growing it
out under the auspices of not wanting to spend money on a haircut since I
wasn't working. Just as I was going to get up to get one, Gary offered me a
tissue. It was incredibly sweet and made me relax just a bit.
"Gary, I don't know what to do here. I am mortified that Sarah, Monica, and
you all knew my secret, which is shameful enough, and now I am being asked
to go from being this other person that I have always been, to the person I
am in secret everyday - and we're just gonna be a normal couple, just like
that?"
Before I could continue with the speech I spent all of 30 seconds working
out in my head, Gary interrupted.
"Mark, this baby is my main priority right now, but I know that I'm not
equipped to raise it on my own. I need you to do this for me. For us." I
stood up and started to open my mouth but before I could respond he placed
his hand on my cheek and his thumb over my mouth so he could go on
uninterrupted. "Have this baby for me; after he or she is born, if this
isn't what you want - I promise you, on my wife's memory, that I will help
you however you need to move on. Please?"
With that he pulled me to him and hugged me. It wasn't sexual or sensual in
any way - it was comforting. Gary towered over me and his arms engulfed me
as he pulled me tight to him. If he was trying to convey strength and
caring with this hug, he was achieving it. I started to cry again and laid
my head into his chest. I don't know how to describe it but I absolutely
melted into him. He rubbed my hair and my back with his hand. I was being
soothed and if it was a trap - I fell right into it.
"Yes," I said as I looked up into his eyes. "I will do it."
The smile on the mans face was infectious. We both began to cry again, but
different tears. These weren't "happy tears" but they were certainly
joyful. These tears turned into a silly laugh from both of us. I went back
to his chest with my head and stayed there for another moment.
---
Gary called the doctor and told him that we would be at the hospital in an
hour. We only had 11 hours left before the chance of losing the baby became
a reality.
"Get a shower Mark?" Gary hesitated, "um, what would you like your name to
be?" he asked. "Gary, please don't be upset?I have had this name since well
before we ever met, but I have always been Monica as my feminine persona."
He smiled. "OK, then Monica it is - should be easy for me to remember at
least!" With that I got a wink from him and instructions to get cleaned up,
put on something comfortable, and pack something to come home in - after
all I was going to be pregnant when I left the hospital.
---
To be continued...
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