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Chris



My name is Chris Wood and I would like to start my story by
saying that I am married to the most wonderful girl in the world,
and that just having her as my wife and knowing that she loves me
more than makes up for anything that she has done to me. Janice
and I met at a party and although she was a great deal older than
I, (she was thirty-five and I was twenty-one) we were both very
attracted to each other. She was working with a psychiatrist named
Dr. Laura Shullman who was also an expert in hypnoses. Janice was
going to school, and was about to get her doctorate in psychiatry,
and become a full partner in Dr. Shullman's practice. I had just
received a four-year degree in computer science, and was working
for a small consulting firm that installed computer systems for
companies who were too small to hire their own computer staff. We
started dating each other immediately, and shortly after that fell
in love. Six months later we were married.

I don't know for sure when it started, but the first time that
I remember her trying to feminize me was about four months after we
were married. We were both sitting in the living room watching tv.
Janice was doing her nails, when she looked over at me with a
smile. "How would you like to have some fun?" "Sure.", I replied,
"What did you have in mind?" Janice picked up her emery board and
nail polish and slid over next to me on the couch. She started
took my hand and started filing my nails. "What in the world are
you doing?" "I'm doing your nails." I had not trimmed them
recently so Janice was able to file them so that they were all
slightly pointed and all the same length. When she was done filing
my fingernails she picked up her bottle of nail polish and shook
it. "Oh no, not nail polish." "Yes nail polish. I'm going to
make your hands look pretty." Looking back on this incident maybe
I should have stopped her right there, but I didn't. Janice put
nail polish on all ten of my fingernails. When she was done each
of my nails was bright red and very shiny. Janice seemed very
turned on by what she had done on and started coming to me very
aggressively. Eventually I undid my pants and she started
masturbating me. All during the time she kept telling how pretty
my hands were, and how maybe I should think about wearing nail
polish more often. After I had reached orgasm, I started to
masturbate her. She grew very excited, very quickly, and just
prior to her reaching orgasm she said, "Common, shove that pretty
red fingernail deeper inside. Faster little girl, faster!"
Putting nail polish on soon grew into more elaborate forms of
feminization, and soon she was doing something to me every time we
had sex.

CHAPTER 2
Janice

Chris is the dearest, kindest man I have ever met. And
although it is true that I think he looks prettier as girl than he
does, hansom as a man, my efforts to feminize him have not gone
totally unencouraged by him. To listen to him you would think that
I was an over baring woman who didn't care for anyone's feelings
but her own.

When I met Chris, I was just coming off of a relationship with
a man who was very dominating and self centered. And Chris, who is
just the opposite, was very good for me. Whenever we go anywhere
or do anything, Chris always makes sure that it is something that
I want to do. He is always surprising me with flowers or little
presents or just something special that he has done for me. The
only area in which Chris has ever lacked is sex.

Let me start by saying that I love Chris very much. And that
just having him as a husband and friend would be enough even
without sex, but from the first time that we tried to have
intercourse, Chris had a hard time reaching orgasm. After that
most of the time Chris would not even reach orgasm at all. Each
time we tried Chris would become very depressed afterwards. I have
tried to comfort him many times by telling him that it was ok and
not all that important to me, but it never seemed to help.

I would like to describe an incident that until later made me
suspicious of nothing. It was before we were married. Chris and
I were coming home from a date. We were sitting at a bus stop
waiting for a bus. As we were sitting there, I took out my compact
and proceeded to powder my nose. I looked over at Chris and he was
looking at me very intently. Just as a joke, I loaded up the
makeup brush with powder and said, "What's the matter, you want
some too." I brushed his nose and then spread the powder out onto
each of his cheeks. I had just intended to lighten up the mood but
Chris acted very strangely. He sat their kind of stunned for
several seconds and then gave a deep sigh, as if something were
making him nervous and excited. All during the ride on the bus
Chris kept touching his nose. Finally I asked him if something was
wrong. "No, no, nothing's wrong.", Chris replied as if startled by
the question. After that he made more of an effort to act normally
but I could tell that something was going inside that mind of his.
Like I said that incident on its own did not make me suspicious.

Another time, shortly after we were married, I had just
arrived home from shopping. It was raining very hard. I had this
hot pink, plastic rain slicker with a hood that I wore whenever it
rained. (Now that I think of it, I have noticed Chris looking at
it longingly on a few occasions that I had worn it before.) I had
just laid it down on the couch, when Chris said that he was going
out to the mailbox to get the mail. "Chris, you can't go out in
this rain, you'll get soaked." "I'll be fine.", He replied. I
picked up my rain slicker and held it out for him to put on.
"Here, at least wear this." Chris looked very surprised, almost
scared, then turned around and put his hands into the sleeves of
the raincoat. I slid the coat up over his shoulders, turned him
around, zipped up the front and pulled the hood up over his head.
"There you go. Now you'll not only stay dry, you'll look cute as
a button.", I said jokingly. I went into the kitchen to make
myself some lunch. I must have taken at least five minutes and
when I came back to the front room, Chris was sitting on the couch,
still wearing my raincoat. He was looking very intently at it,
rubbing his hands up and down the sleeves. "Gee, if I knew you
liked it so much, I'd have bought one for you."

At this point I began to grow suspicious about Chris's
desires, so I decided to conduct an experiment. The next night we
had sex. I had just finished masturbating Chris. Just to satisfy
my curiosity, I picked up my panties. Chris had not noticed what
I had done and when I looked at his penis it was not erect at all.
I took the panties and dangled them over his naked body. "Do you
like my panties?", I asked in as sexy a voice as I could. I
lowered the panties down so that they just touched his penis. Then
I slowly dragged them up his body until they were over his face.
Then I brought them back down until they touched his penis. By
this time he was starting to get hard. "Oh, I guess you do!", I
said with delight. "I do not!", he said with some irritation in
his voice. "You do too. Look at how excited you're getting." I
continued to slide the panties up and down his body, just letting
the crotch brush up against him. I started to laugh as Chris got
more and more excited. "Chris likes my panties... Chris likes my
panties...", I said in a sing songy voice, taunting him in jest.

The more I teased Chris with my panties, the more excited he
got, so I decided to try and find out just how far I could take it.
"I bet you would like to wear them wouldn't you?" "Oh Janice,
please.", Chris said with desperation in his voice, as if there was
something about him that he didn't want me to know. Something that
I was getting dangerously close to. I couldn't stop at this point,
I had to know more. "Come on Chris, tell me. Would you like to
wear my panties? You acted very strangely yesterday when you were
wearing my raincoat. Now something's going on here and I want you
to tell me, do you like wearing women's clothes?" "I don't know."
"What do mean you don't know?" "Well there was a time, but I
really not sure if I liked it or not." "What time?" "Well a
couple of girls---. No, it's embarrassing." "Tell me about it."
"Please Janice.", He pleaded. "No, I want to know." "No.", He
said growing very uncomfortable. I reached down and grabbed his
testicles and started to squeeze. "Ow. That hurts!" "It's going
to hurt a lot more, now tell me." I squeezed a little harder.
"Ok, ok! I'll tell you!" I loosened my grip a little, but still
kept my hand there, keeping Chris in a vulnerable position. "Go
ahead, I'm waiting."

"Well, you know I grew up with just my mother and older
sister, Jennine." "Yes, go on." "Well, when I was about ten, my
mother had lost her job and money was very tight." Chris seemed to
hesitate at this point and again I had to ask him to continue.
"Well, all of my underpants were bought at the same time and all
starting to get holes in them and the elastic waistbands were
wearing out. My mother told me that she couldn't afford to buy me
new ones, but that I couldn't continue to wear them. When I asked
her what she wanted me to do she told me that I would have to share
my sister's panties until she could afford to buy me new
underpants. I protested and told her that I would be willing wear
my old underpants or go without wearing any underwear. She told me
that I couldn't do that and I had to wear panties until she bought
me new underwear.

Jennine thought that this was very funny and with great
fanfare, brought me a clean pair of panties every morning. I did
not know it but Jennine had told her friends and about a week later
a group of older girls came up behind me as I was walking home from
school. "Hay, I hear you wear girls' panties.", One of the girls
said.

I did not reply although I was very scared. I started to walk
faster, but the girls picked up their pace to keep up with me. "Do
you wear panties?", she asked me. Still I did not reply. Then one
of the other girls said, "Maybe we should make him show us." All
of the girls started to laugh, and a couple of agreed that they
should make me show what I was wearing under my pants. Finally I
could hear one of the girls running toward me.

I started to run as fast as I could, but the one that was
chasing me was much bigger and faster than I was and she soon
grabbed me by the collar and forced me to stop. All of the girls
formed a circle around me and the one who stopped me, (She seemed
to be the leader.) insisted that I undo my pants and show them what
I was wearing underneath. I refused and started to cry, but they
still insisted. Finally the leader said that if I didn't show
them, that they would drag me into the woods and find out for
themselves. I told them to let me go, but they refused and dragged
me into the woods.

When we were out of sight of the road one of the girls grabbed
me around the ankles and pushed me to the ground with her shoulder.
Then four girls held me there, one on each arm and leg. Then the
leader said, "Well, lets see if those rumors are true." She bent
down and undid my pants. I started to scream and struggled for all
I was worth, but the four girls held me there with no trouble at
all.

When my pants were undone she grabbed the cuffs of both of
the pant-legs, had the two girls let go of my feet, and she pulled
my pants off. That morning Jennine had given me the laciest pair
of panties she owned. They were bright pink with ruffles around
the waist, legs, and across the back. I had protested when she
gave them to me, but she said that it was the only clean pair that
she had.

So there I was, in front of all those girls, naked from the
waist down, except for a pair of pink, lacy panties. One of the
girls said that I looked so cute wearing the panties, that they
should remove that ugly boys' shirt that I was wearing because it
was spoiling the look. That was all that one of the girls needed
to hear. She bent down and tore my shirt open, popping every
button. After that it was as if they all went crazy. They started
taring and pulling at my shirt, taring it to shreds. "Put some
lipstick on him.", the leader said.

One of the girls reached into her pocketbook, took out her
lipstick, and applied it to my lips. Another girl took out a
bottle of perfume and almost emptied the whole thing on me. After
that they let me up. The leader asked me if I wanted my pants
back. When I reached out to take them she pulled them away and
told me to show them how I could walk like a girl. They taunted
and teased me for about ten minutes. After that I guess they just
got bored.

The leader threw my pants at me and they all ran away." I was
able to go through the woods to get home, crossing roads only when
absolutely necessary. When I got home I was able to sneak in the
back door and upstairs to the bathroom where I washed off the
lipstick and took a shower to wash off the smell of the perfume as
best I could. I hide the shirt in a bag of rags in the garage.

My mother had me wearing panties for quite a while after
that." "How long?" "I don't remember exactly but it was a lot
longer than necessary." "How do you know that?" "Because she had
found a job and had bought Jennine several new outfits before she
finally bought me any new underwear,"

I don't know if Chris had intended to tell me all of what he
had. Before he had started his story he had admitted that he
wasn't sure weather he liked it or not. Then, once he started to
talk, it was as if a dam had burst he told me the whole story in
great detail as if subconsciously had wanted to tell someone about
it for a very long time. As he was talking his penis grew vary
hard and remained that way.

I started to realize what made my husband tick sexually. "And
you're not sure weather or not you liked what those girls did to
you?" "What do you mean? They forced me, how could I like it?"
"Just a few minutes ago, before to told me the story, you said that
you weren't sure you liked it." "Oh. Well I don't think I liked
it."

"Are you sure? What if I made you wear my panties, would you
like that?" "Oh, Janice!" Chris began to grow very excited.
"Maybe I'll make you wear my panties, then I'll put lipstick and
perfume on you, just like those girls did!" Chris's penis was hard
as a rock, and I started to masturbate him. "But I won't stop
there, I'll make you wear a bra, shave your legs and put stockings
on you. Then I'll make you wear a dress and high heels. I'll put
ribbons in your hair and make you wear earrings. I'll make you be
a girl. How would like that?" "Oh, Janice, Janice!". "Yes, I
think I'll turn you into a little sissy-girl."

At this point Chris was out of his mind. His mid-section was
bouncing up and down on the bed as I was masturbating him. Finally
he shot his load and lay there totally exhausted.

It took Chris quite a while to finally regain his composure,
but when he finally did, he masturbated me with more enthusiasm
than he ever had before. When we had completed sex I lay there in
bed totally satisfied. Not only had we both enjoyed a sexual
experience together more than we ever had before, but I had also
found the key to turning him on.

A few nights later I was doing my nails. I was in a playful
mood (I get that way with Chris sometimes), and just for fun I
decided to do Chris's nails. It was at this point that I realized
that I enjoyed making Chris more girlish. The first night with the
panties, I did have fun but I thought that it was just because I
had found something that turned him on. Now, I would never want to
do something to Chris strictly for my own pleasure if he didn't
like it too, but as I was filing and polishing his nails I noticed
how feminine they looked. As I thought about, a strange tingle
ran through me, and I was really getting turned on by doing it to
him.

I have done Chris's nails several times since and I could tell
he really liked it too. each time I did it I would leave his nails
a little longer. At first I just thought that he would keep them
trimmed as normal but to my surprise he stopped cutting them
altogether and just let me care for them. I didn't keep them very
long but they were longer then most men have them.

CHAPTER 3
Chris

Things were going fine sexually, but as time went on Janice
began to grow more and more demanding as far as feminizing me. One
night, a few weeks after she put the nail polish on me, we were
having sex. She was telling how she was going to make me wear her
panties the next day. This was not unusual, but when she told me
things during sex, usually it was just a fantasy, especially if it
was something daring like making me wear her things out in public.

The next morning as was getting dressed for work, she came
into the bedroom with a mischievous grin on her face. She was
holding something behind her back. "I have a surprise for you.",
she said slyly. "What is it?", I asked. She brought her hand
around from behind her back. She had a pair of yellow panties in
her hand. "These are the panties that I wore yesterday." "And
what do you expect me to do with them?" "What do you mean? I told
you last night that I was going to make you wear my panties today."
"How am I going to do that? I have to go to work." "It's easy you
just hold them out in front of you and step into them one leg at a
time. Here, let me help you." She got down on one knee and held
them out. I don't know why, maybe I should have argued, but I just
blindly stepped into them and she pulled them up into place.
"There you go, you look sweet. Now put your pants on."

That day I went to work wearing my wife's panties. All day I
was very embarrassed and scared. Several times during the day I
remembered back to the time when my mother made me wear panties to
school and I had a strange feeling that it would not be the last
time I was made to wear Janice's panties to work, and I was glad
when I finally got home that night.

Things went on fine for about a week. Janice had not made we
wear her panties, and I was beginning to think that all of my
worrying that day was for nothing. But one night, a week later she
painted my toenails with nail polish and during sex she told me
that she was going to make me leave it on. I didn't think she
would really do it because she said she would do a lot of things
since she made me wear the panties, but hadn't made me do them.

After sex I went into the bathroom to take the nail polish off
and she followed me in. "What are you doing?" "Taking the polish
off.", I replied. "I thought I told yo to leave it on?" "Yes,
but---" "No but's, I want you to leave it on. Now come to bed."
She did not let me take if off the next morning either, as a matter
of fact a week later when it started to chip, rather than let me
take if off, she took it off herself and reapplied new nail polish.
Three days after she had painted my toenails the first time, she
had me wear her panties again. Then two days later she did the
same thing again. Initially, during sex, when Janice would talk
about feminizing me, it was just a fantasy and she would very
rarely actually make me do it but as time went on, more and more I
realized that she didn't want this to be just a pretend game, she
really would make me do these things, and before long I was wearing
her panties more than I was wearing my own underpants.

During this time I had been trying to get some free lance work
installing computers in an attempt to get my own business going and
it was about this time that I landed a very large job with a beauty
salon. This was the break that I was looking for. It was a very
large CAD (Computer Aided Design) System. It would allow them to
take a picture of a customer, scan it into the computer, bring up
the picture on the screen, and show them what they would look like
with a particular hair style or a certain type of makeup.

The system would also contain inventory, payroll, and booking
systems. There would be seven terminals throughout the salon, with
the main computer in the office. The entire system was worth
several hundred thousand dollars and would take about six months to
install. At this point I quit my job with the company I was
working and started working full time for myself. Before long, the
owner of the salon (her name was Colleen Summers) became very
impressed with the job that I was doing and promised that she would
recommend me to anyone whenever she got the chance.

One night about four weeks after I had started a the salon,
Janice and I were having sex. She had me dressed a pink panty and
camisole set that she had worn that day. She told me that it was
time that I graduated from just panties and tomorrow she was going
to make me wear the camisole too. "But Janice," I said "What if
the girls at the salon see it through my shirt?" "Well, then I
guess they'll just find out what a sweetie you really are." Sure
enough the next morning she made good on her promise and made sure
that I was wearing the panties and camisole before I got dressed.

As time went on, not only was she making me actually do the
things that use to be just fantasy for her, but when I protested
she would become upset with me. The worst time was one when she
had bought this red plastic undergarment and wanted me to wear it.
When I told her that I didn't want to she became furious and
decided to punish me for my unwillingness. This triggered the
lowest point in our relationship to date.

CHAPTER 4
Janice

I must start out by saying that I admit to being very unfair
and out of line the first night I made Chris wear The red vinyl
leotard, but I will talk more about that later. Chris has left out
a lot of details that I will try to fill in. When He first told me
about what the girls had done to him when he was younger I found
out that I could sexually stimulate him by telling him I was going
to dress him up like a girl and it didn't take long before I
realized that I got excited with these little fantasies too. But
as time went on I noticed that Chris (and me too) did not become as
excited with them as he did at first.

Being the tease that I am, Every now and then, after sex, I
would make him stay dressed as he was. After a while I noticed
that if I actually made Chris do the things that I told him I was
going to make him do, the next time we had sex he would get a lot
more excited when I talked about feminizing him. It didn't take me
long to figure out that if Chris really didn't believe that I was
going carry out the little fantasies I described during sex he
wouldn't react as well.

As time went on I also discovered something else. If he
thought I was going to make him wear some item of womens' apparel
out in public, especially if he thought it was something people
might notice him wearing, he got a lot more turned on. I remember
once, I had been making wear my panties for about a week and I had
just started making him wear nail polish on his toenails. At that
point Chris would have believed that I would actually carry out
just about any fantasy. I told him that I was going to put blush
on his face the next morning and make go to work that way. Chris
go so turned on that I almost thought he was going to explode. I
didn't really make him do it, (although I probably should have) I
did decide at that point that if our sex life was going to be
exciting that I would have to make him do everything that I told
him I was going to make him do. This was going to be hard, because
often in the passion of the moment, I got carried away.

This turned out to be a problem sooner than I thought. Two
nights later, during sex, without thinking, I told him that it was
time that he graduated from wearing just panties and that I was
going to make him wear my panty and camisole set to work the next
day. I had been making Chris wear my panties and nail polish on
his toenails, and he had no reason not to believe that I would make
him wear the camisole too.

Chris started to protest, saying that people notice it through
his shirt. I told him that I didn't care and that he was going to
wear it anyway. As I said this I could feel his penis growing in
my hand and I have to admit that I became excited, think about the
risky situation that I would put him in if I did make him do it.
Then I remembered the promise that I had made to myself. Would I
really make him do this?

He usually wore light colored business shirts to work, and the
possibility of the camisole showing through was real. Then I
thought about the times that I had not made him do things and how
unresponsive he became during sex to my little stories. After
thinking about it I decided that I was going to really do it. I
thought to myself, "My husband, wearing a womens' camisole. Would
the women at the salon notice it through his shirt?" As I asked
myself this question I could feel myself growing more and more
excited and at that point I determined that he was going to wear
the extra item of womens' clothing.

The next morning Chris protested again about wearing the
camisole. I grew annoyed with him and he immediately reciprocated
and put it on. He put on the darkest shirt he had which was a
medium blue and unless you were really looking for it you could not
tell he was wearing it.

At this point I was making Chris wear my panties about half of
the time. When I made him wear my panties I usually made him wear
my camisole too. Chris would complain when I made him wear my
camisoles and each time he did I grew a little more upset with him
and as my announce with grew, his protests became a little weaker.

It wasn't long before he stopped complaining altogether. I
think after a while he became more comfortable about wearing my
camisoles because one night when I told him that he was going to
wear my panties the next day he actually asked me if he was going
to have to wear my camisole too. I really wasn't planning to make
him wear it, but since he asked, I figured, "Why not?" and made him
wear that too. If we both didn't enjoy this little game so much we
probably would have realized how much risk of getting caught I was
actually putting him in, but as time went on we both became more
brave.

A few weeks later we were having sex and I told Chris I was
going to make him wear my panties and camisole. I didn't think
about it, but that day I had worn my black panty and camisole set.
It didn't seem to phase Chris much. He put them on without
hesitation. Whether or not he realized what he was doing, or if it
was just coincidence, I don't know, but he wore a white shirt made
of a very thin material. When he came down for breakfast I could
plainly see the camisole through his shirt even in the dim light of
morning. I probably should have said something to him but the
thought of making him do something that risky was exciting to me.
As a matter of fact I almost wished that he noticed how boldly the
camisole showed through his so he would protest and I could make
him wear it anyway. Sure enough Miss Summers, at the beauty salon,
noticed it, but I'll let Chris tell you about that.

CHAPTER 5
Chris

That morning I went to work. I was at the point in the
installation of the computer system where the terminals had been
set up throughout the salon and I was spending most of my time
hooking them into the main computer in the office. At about 11:30
Colleen came in and asked me if I wanted anything for lunch. One
of the girls was going out to a sandwich shop. "No Thanks.", I
replied, "I brought a sandwich from home." "Oh good, so did I.
Lets break early and have lunch in here. I'd like to talk to you
about a couple of things." "Why, are you unhappy or upset with me
about something?" "No, on the contrary, as a matter of fact one of
the things I want to talk to you about is someone else that is
interested in having you do some work for them. The other, I just
want you to satisfy my curiosity a little. Let me get my lunch and
I'll be right back."

Colleen left the room and returned a few seconds with her
lunch. I was sitting a the desk where I had been working and when
Colleen came in She sat on the couch. "Do you remember a while
back when I told you that I would recommend your talents to anyone,
if the subject came up?" I nodded my head. "Well, one of my
product suppliers wants to know if you can do some computer
programming for her. She owns the company that makes the shampoo
line that I use here in the shop. The company is located in
California but I told her you might be able to do it through one of
those modem things." Colleen handed me a piece of paper with the
girl's name and address. "I told her I would ask you to give her
a call tonight to discuss it." "Gee, thanks a lot Colleen, I
really appreciate it.

What else did you want to talk to me about?". "Come over and
sit with me." She sounded a little nervous as she patted the
couch, indicating that she wanted me to sit next to her." "What is
it?", I asked as I sat down with her. "I want to start off by
saying that there is nothing wrong, and all of us here at the salon
like you a lot." By the way she was talking I could tell that what
she was about to say was making her uncomfortable. "Well, this is
a little difficult.", Colleen said stammering. I just sat there
waiting for her to tell me what was on her mind. Finally she spoke
up nervously. "You can tell me this is none of my business and
I'll shut up, but why are you wearing womens' underwear?"

There was silence for a few minutes. "Oh," I said sheepishly,
"It was a just a silly game my wife was playing. We got a little
carried away this morning and she had me wear her underwear."
"Again I know this is none of my business but this is not the first
day, the girls and I have noticed on a number of occasions that you
were wearing a teddy or camisole, and Kathy, the manicurist,
noticed that you've been keeping your nails fairly long and filed
to a uniform length for quite some time now." "Oh.", I said
hanging my head. "Chris, don't be uncomfortable. Really we don't
mind. Like I said the girls and I were just curious."

"Well, to tell you the truth it's something my wife does to me
on a regular basis. She enjoys it and I didn't see any harm in it.
So I just let her do it, but if other people are noticing maybe I
better have her stop." "Well, what you and your wife do is your
own business and you don't have to stop on our account. As a
matter of fact, Sally, one of the hairdressers, said that she
thought you'd make a cute girl. I just promised the other girls
that I'd ask you about it. Now I can tell that you're all
embarrassed. Really, I wouldn't care if you came in, in a dress
and heels as long as you kept up the good work on the computer
system." "Thanks Colleen."

The tension in the air was so thick that you could cut it with
a knife. She didn't want to embarrass me further or make me feel
any more uncomfortable than I was already feeling so she picked up
her lunch, got up and left the room and did not mention it again.
I was very embarrassed but I was glad that she had taken the
attitude that she did and as the day wore on I grew less
uncomfortable about the situation.

That night when I got home I took the paper out of my pocket
that Colleen had given me. "Crystle Arden, Arden Beauty Supply,
San Francisco California." I called the number at the bottom. I
had a long conversation with Ms. Arden and as it turned out the
woman was looking for a very customized program that would keep
track of an inventory of ingredients used in her line of hair care
products, based on the sales of the finished product. That way she
could not only keep track of how much product she had on hand, but
based on current sales rate she could determine when she was
running low on the ingredients necessary to manufacture it. I told
her that I would be able to do the job. I would start working on
it and send her a rough shell of the program via modem for her
approval in about a week. After I had made any changes that she
wanted we would see if we could come to an agreement on price.

CHAPTER 6
Janice

All during the day I had feelings ranging from fear that
somebody would confront Chris and give him a bad time to
exhilaration that I had made him go out wearing female attire that
was obvious to anyone that looked at him. After Chris got off the
phone he told me that Miss Summers had noticed the camisole through
his shirt. "What did you tell her?", I asked. "I told her that it
was you're idea." "And what did she say to that?" "Just that it
was between you and me. Oh she also said that she and the other
girls had noticed that I had worn them before and even the
manicurist had noticed that my fingernails were manicured." I was
surprised how calm Chris was taking the whole thing. As a matter
of fact he almost seemed proud as he spoke, like he had conquered
a fear. As he was talking, the concerns that I had for him during
the day, melted away and were being replaced by thoughts of sending
him out wearing other articles of female attire. maybe even a
blouse or girls slacks or maybe even a pair of girls shoes. My
desire to make him go even further was growing inside me.

Whenever I became upset with Chris for not wanting to do
something he immediately crumbled and gave into my wishes. Over
time, I began to enjoy having him circum to my wishes. This really
came to a head at one point. I was shopping in a local leather
store, looking for a new skirt. As I went through the racks of
skirts, looking for something that interested me I happened to
glance over to the back wall. This was where they put their more
exotic fashions. Just to satisfy my curiosity I decided to check
them out. As I was going though them I came across a red vinyl
leotard. It had long sleeves and a high neckline and was made to
be very form fitting. There was only one of them and oddly enough
it was Chris's size. As I held the garment in my hand I could
picture in my mind exactly what Chris would look like wearing a
stuffed bra and the leotard. I had never bought any womens'
clothes for Chris before and at first I had no intention of doing
so. I stood there for quite some time thinking of how Chris would
look wearing it and I began to grow excited. I thought to myself,
"Should I actually buy this for him?" Finally I just took the
leotard to the front of the store and paid for it.

On the way home I realized that I had forgotten all about
getting a skirt for myself. When I got home I began planning how
I was going to spring this on Chris. I knew him quite well and I
knew that my buying him an article of womens' clothes would make
him very uncomfortable. As I thought about it some more, I figured
that if he gave me any resistance, I would just make him do it.
"Maybe if he does give me a bad time, I'll punish him for his
arrogance.", I thought to myself.

As this thought went through my mind I became very turned on.
"Maybe I'll even humiliate him." I thought about dressing him up
in the leotard, putting lipstick and makeup on his face. "Maybe
I'll even put some perfume on him. Finally I'll put my red high
heels on him, and invite some of my girlfriends over to show them
what I do to my husband when he disobeys me." Although I knew that
I would never do this to Chris, as I played this fantasy out in my
head I took some strange sadistic pleasure at the thought of
carrying it out.

Chris arrived home at about six P.M. "Come on upstairs Honey,
There is something I want you to do.", I told him. "What is it?"
"You'll find out." I led him upstairs to the bathroom and told him
to remove his clothes. As he was doing that I got out the razor
and shaving cream that I used to shave my legs. "What are you
doing?", he asked. "It's not what I'm doing, it's what you're
doing. you're going to shave your legs." "The hell I am!" "Hay,
watch that mouth of your's." I was speaking to Chris as if he were
a youngster. "Now, take my razor and shaving cream, get in the
shower and shave your legs like I told you to." "Awe come on,
Janice." Chris reluctantly took the razor and shaving cream and
stepped into the shower.

I waited for him in the bathroom asking him several times how
he was doing. Finally about a half hour later he said he was done.
I opened the shower door and inspected him. There were still
several blotches of hair on his legs. "I'm glad you don't shave my
legs they look terrible." I took the razor and shaving cream from
him and proceeded to complete the job he had started. When I
finished shaving his legs I told him to raise his arms. He knew
that I was about to shave his underarms and he looked at me as if
he were going to protest but the look on my face made him back
down. After I finished with his underarms I said, "Turn around and
face me, I've decided I'm going to shave your chest too.

When I finished shaving him I got out the leotard, an under
wire bra and a pair my panties to stuff in each of the cups. "See
what I have for my pretty girl to wear." "Janice, where did you
get that red thing?" "That red thing is a leotard, and I bought it
for you today." "What for?" "For you to wear, what do you think?"
"Why is it made of plastic?" "To make you look all the more sexy,
my dear." "Well I don't want to wear it." "Well you're going to.
Now get over here!"

Chris walked over to me. I put his arms through the bra, slid
it up into place, turned him around, and fastened it in back. I
then took the panties and stuffed them into the bra. With that
finished, I picked up the leotard and was about to put it on him
when I got an idea. I went and got a spray bottle of perfume and
sprayed the inside of the leotard, and then returned.

The leotard was designed to be very tight and it was quite a
struggle to get him into it. I tucked his penis between his legs
so that it wouldn't show after I had gotten him into it. As I was
getting him into it Chris said, "Come on Janice, this is
ridiculous." "Shut up, you're going to wear this!" After about
five minutes of struggling with the garment I finally got him into
it I had him turn around so that I could zip it up in back. It was
a bit of a struggle to get it zipped up but eventually I was
successful. I had Chris turn around so that I could see him. I
was flabbergasted.

The leotard fit him like a second skin. There was not a
wrinkle in it. His artificial breasts protruded out from the
leotard like they were real and the slick vinyl glistened as the
light reflected off of it. As I stood there looking at my husband,
The desire to control him, to rule over him, to make him give in to
my slightest wish was overwhelming me. I grabbed him by the arm
and without saying a word dragged into the bedroom and sat him down
at my vanity.

I started by applying bright red nail polish to his finger and
toenails. Then I proceeded with his makeup. I started with a
heavy pancake base. Then I put a dark brown eye shadow on his
eyelids. next I darkened his eyebrows with and eyebrow pencil,
extending them out in order to make them look thinner. Finally I
took my bright red lipstick and put a very heavy coat on Chris's
lips and covered that with lip gloss. "Now for giving me such a
bad time I've got something extra for you." Chris just sat there
and did not say a word. At this point the nail polish was dry and
I decided that My paten leather high heels would be a nice touch so
I got them out of my closet and put them on his feet. Then I
walked over to my bureau drawer and got out a red bathing cap. I
took bottle of perfume and sprayed the inside of the bathing cap.

Now, I wasn't going to make you wear this, but maybe it will
teach you to be more cooperative in the future." I put the bathing
cap on Chris and did up the chin strap. I led Chris downstairs to
the living room and had him sit down. It was a warm night and in
the vinyl leotard and bathing cap, it didn't take long before Chris
started to sweat. "How long do I have to keep this stuff on?", he
asked. "Until I say you can take it off!", I replied indignantly.
We sat there watching TV. Eventually I got up to go to the
bathroom. When I came back I noticed that Chris had undone the
strap on the bathing cap and folded up the sides. "And just what
do you think you're doing!" "Awe common Janice, I'm hot." "Awe,
the poor little dear is hot."

I went into the bedroom and returned a few minutes with two
stockings and a pair of dirty panties from the hamper. "Stand up."
Chris did as I told him "Now, put your hands behind your back."
As Chris was putting his hands behind his back, he said, "Janice,
please don't do this." I tied his hands behind his back. Then I
pulled the bathing cap back down into place and did up the chin
strap. "You've been belligerent, rude, foul mouthed, and
uncooperative, and I'm tired of hearing you gripe and complain.
Now open your mouth." Chris just stood there. I slapped his face
and screamed, "I said, open your mouth!" I rolled the dirty
panties into a ball and stuffed them into his mouth. "Now keep
that mouth open!" Chris held his mouth open as I had told him to
do. I took the other nylon stocking, stretched it lengthwise,
placed the middle across his mouth and then tied it behind his head
in order to hold the panties in his mouth. "Now stand right there
and don't move."

I went over to the hall closet, emptied it of the coats that
were hanging there, went and got a small folding chair, placed it
in the closet and had Chris sit in it. Then I took the steam
humidifier down from the shelf in the closet, filled it with water,
plugged it in and placed it in the closet with Chris. "You thought
you were hot before now you're going to see how hot it gets when
you defy me!" I shut the door on Chris and left him there.

As I sat to watch TV I could feel a rush of power. I had
successfully controlled and humiliated my husband and he had given
in to every one of my wishes. Then as time went on guilt feelings
began to grow inside me. What I had done to Chris was rather
cruel. From the time we first met he had never done anything to
hurt me. His had always considered my feelings and happiness in
anything we did. He had comforted me when I was sad. He could
have stood up any time and opened the door to the closet if he had
really wanted to, after all he wasn't tied into the chair. He
could have refused to do any of the things that I told him to do,
after all he is physically stronger than am. But no, he did
everything I had asked him to, even though he didn't want to, he
was doing it because it's what I wanted him to do. And now, how
was I rewarding him for all his love and caring. I had dressed him
like a girl, tied him up, and put him in a closet to suffer in
humiliation. The longer I sat there The worse I felt.

Chris had been in the closet about two hours when I could
stand the guilt no longer. I don't know why, I should have told
Chris how terrible I had been to him and begged him for his
forgiveness but my foolish pride would not allow it. I walked over
to the closet, opened the door, had Chris stand up, turned him
around untied his hands and the gag in his mouth, turned him around
and removed the panties from his mouth, and told him he could come
out now. I could tell had Chris had been very uncomfortable in
there. His makeup had run all over the face from sweating and he
looked about as wilted as a human being could get.

He just walked over to the couch and sat down. He did not say
a word to me. What made me feel worse than all the physical
discomfort that I had put Chris through was that I could tell that
I had hurt him inside. He just sat there with the saddest
expression I had ever seen. he did not move. The TV was on and he
just sat there staring at it. This went on for what seemed like an
eternity, but in actuality it was only about forty five minutes.
Finally I spoke up. "You can take that stuff of if you want."
Chris got up without saying a word, Chris got up and went upstairs.
He returned about thirty minutes later with all the makeup washed
off, the nail polish removed, and wearing his pajamas. We sat
watching TV, without saying a word until about 11:00PM, when we
went to bed.

The next morning we got ready for work. We sat there in
silence eating our breakfast. He didn't even kiss me good-bye when
he left for work. The days wore on in painful silence and the
guilt built up inside me. What had I done? Why had I done it?
These two questions rang in my head, We had a very happy marriage
and now it was falling apart because of a moments pleasure on my
part.

After about a week of this I could stand it no longer. We
were eating supper and I felt that if we were ever going to break
this silence, talk about this terrible problem that I had caused,
and try to get back some of the wonderful relationship that we once
had, it was going to be me that initiated it.

I was extremely nervous. What if I did get him to talk and he
told me that he didn't love me any more. He would be completely
justified in feeling that way, I just don't know what I'd do if he
felt that way. My hands were sweating and I couldn't think of
anything to say. I just didn't have the courage to come right out
and ask him to forgive me, so I decided to just try and start a
conversation about anything. "I noticed you cut your
fingernails.", I said as cheerfully as I could. "Uh huh.", Chris
said very quietly without looking up from his plate. I could tell
that he was still very upset and hurt from the incident of a week
earlier. I wanted to keep the conversation going, but I was just
too afraid and I couldn't think of anything to say. The both of
sat there and finished our dinner in silence.

After supper we were in the living room reading Chris looked
over at me and said, "Didn't you want me to cut my fingernails?"
My head snapped up and I looked over at him. He had actually said
something to me. "What?", I asked with my voice full of
enthusiasm. "Didn't you want me to cut my fingernails." I didn't
know what to say and there was silence for several seconds.

"Well, I don't really know, I thought you cut them because you
didn't want them long anymore." Chris looked at me with a confused
and surprised look. "I thought you didn't want to do that sort of
thing anymore." "Why would you think that?" "Because I gave you
such a bad time when you dressed me up last week. I'm sorry Janice
please don't be mad at me anymore. I promise that from now on I'll
do anything you want me to and I won't complain or give you back
talk or anything. Please Janice!" Chris was crying at this point.
I didn't know what to say. Finally I spoke up. "But Chris, I was
so mean to you." "And I'm sorry that you had to be.", he said
crying.

I had assessed the situation all wrong, Chris thought that I
was mad at him and that is why he had been so quiet. "Chris, I'm
not mad at you." "Really, I'm so glad. What made you change your
mind." "Change my mind, I was never mad at you." Chris again had
a confused look on his face. "I don't understand, you acted so mad
last week when I said I didn't want to shave my legs or put on the
Leotard. If you weren't mad at me then why did you tie me up and
put me in the closet?" "It was a stupid fantasy that I had. I was
selfish and cruel and I'm very sorry."

We hugged each other for several minutes, then Chris said,
"Don't be sorry." Now it was me who was confused. "What do you
mean, don't be sorry. Are you saying that you didn't mind that I
did those things did to you?" "Well, now that I know it was a
fantasy, It's kind of exciting and the next time you do it to me
I'll know. I just didn't like you being mad at me." "Chris, are
you saying that you didn't mind me tieing you up?" "Not if I know
you like doing it to me." Chris looked at me with the most loving
expression. His face was red and his eyes were all swollen from
crying.

I thought for a minute trying to asses the situation and then
I decided to ask a more direct question. "Does that mean you want
things to go back to the way they were before?" Chris smiled at me
and batted his eyelashes. "Except for one thing." "Oh no", I
thought to myself, "Here it comes. He won't let me dress me up
anymore." "What is it?", I asked. "You have to promise me." "How
can I promise, if I don't know what it is?" "You just have to
promise." I hesitated for a second. "Ok. I guess after what I
did to you I deserve it. I promise, no matter what." "You have to
quit holding back. If I'm not mistaken you've always wanted to
dress me up more often and make me wear more things, but you've
always held back because you thought it was farther than I wanted
to go. Am I right?" "Well yes, I guess so." "You have to promise
that from now on, if you want me to wear some new item of women's
clothes, or if you want to do something to me to make me more
feminine, that you'll do it regardless of how you think I may feel
about it." "Really?"

I was shocked but my heart leapt for joy inside me. I had
always had a fantasy of dominating Chris into womanhood and here he
was telling me to do it to him. "Yes really, and I want you to say
it." "What do you mean?" "Say, I promise that if I want you to
wear something, or if I want you to do something, or if I want to
feminize you in some way, that I am going to do it, even if you may
not want me to." "But what if it really is something you don't
want to do?" "Listen Janice, When you tell me that I have to do
something that I am afraid to do, it makes me even more excited to
know that you're forcing me to do it and I like it even more."
"Chris, are you sure about this?" "Absolutely." "Ok then, let's
do it up right." "What do you mean?" "Wait here."

I went and got a pad of paper. When I returned, Chris asked,
"What's that for?" "I'm going to put it down in writing and then
we're going to sign it. That way neither of us can back out of
it." "Ok.", Chris replied, smiling. I thought for a minute and
then started writing. "I Janice Wood, do solemnly swear to make
you, Christopher Wood, wear any women's clothes that I want you to
wear, anytime I want you to wear them, and make you wear them for
as long as I want, as often as I want, and to make you do anything,
regardless of how you may feel about it." I handed the paper to
Chris. "There, how's that?" Chris took the pad and read it. "It
sounds good to me." "Now for you're part.", I said with a sly look
on my face. "My part?" "Yes, your part. I'm going to make sure
that neither of us can back out." "Ok.", Chris said in a tone of
voice as if to reassure me that this was what he wanted.

Again, I thought for a second. "I, Christopher Wood
understand that the above statement, duly signed by my wife Janice,
is irrevocable by me, and will remain in effect permanently." "How
does that sound?" Again Chris took the pad and read it. He raised
his eyebrows and swallowed. "Ok." "Are you sure. Because if we
sign this, I intend to keep my end and I expect you to also." "No,
this sounds good just the way it is." We both signed the contract,
placed it in an envelope and put it in the top desk drawer.

"And now I think it's time for Mommy to get her little girl
back again.", I said like a mother speaking to her young c***d.
Without saying a word Chris leapt forward and hugged my neck.
"Yes, I think Mommy is going to have to turn you into her little
girl again. I've missed her so much." I could feel Chris's arms
tighten around my neck as if to say, "Thank you, thank you!"

I finally understood. This man who could single handedly
design and program computer Systems worth hundreds of thousands of
dollars. This man who could take and emotionally hurting person
such as myself and through his loving kindness and compassion nurse
her back to health until she was psychologically a whole person who
could feel good about herself again, was inside, just a c***d who
desperately wanted and needed someone to force him to fulfill a
desire that was hidden away in a remote corner of who he was.

With all my psychological training I should have realized it
earlier. there was a small c***d inside Chris who wanted to be
controlled, and told to do what he desperately wanted to do. This
marked the end of the lowest point in our relationship. The bottom
line was that things were back to normal except I knew Chris a
little better. We were still going to get to play our little
dressing game, but I was going to have to put a little more effort
into dressing him and do it more often. Also I realized that with
Chris's fragile personality I could never treat him cruelly ever
again. "Lets take you upstairs and get you out of that awful
underwear and put some nice pretty underthings on you." I took
Chris by the hand, led him up to the bedroom and dressed him in my
underwear.

The next morning while Chris was getting dressed I came in and
told him to start wearing My underwear again. Chris smiled at me
and got my panties and camisole. He was about to put them on when
I got and idea. I picked up my bra and walked over to him. "I
want you to wear this too." I handed him the bra. "Oh Honey, that
will show through the shirt." "Come on, everybody at the salon
already knows." "Yeah but, this will be even more obvious."
"That's ok, they don't mind and besides I want you to do it."

Chris did not say anything he just slipped his arms through
the straps of the bra and pulled it up into place. I turned him
around and fastened it in the back. I smiled at him and gave him
a kiss. "That's my good girl.", I said to him. I turned and
walked out of the room. Chris came down stairs a few minutes
later. It was fairly easy to tell that he was wearing a bra. The
extra material in that area plus the two sets of shoulder straps
that showed through made it almost impossible not to notice.

As time went on Chris started wearing my underwear more and
more and it wasn't long before Miss summers noticed that along with
the camisole, he was also wearing a bra. She even suggested once
that he try padding it a little. I knew then that I didn't have to
worry about sending Chris out wearing even more articles of womens'
clothing, so I started making him wear my pantyhose too. At first
he did not like wearing the them. He said that his leg hairs got
caught in the weave and if he moved the wrong way they pulled. One
night during sex I told him that I wanted him to wear my pantyhose
to work the next day and again he complained about how they pulled
the hair on his legs. "Ok then, I want you to start shaving your
legs on a regular basis. That way you won't have any hair to
pull."

The next morning when he got in the shower I reminded him that
I wanted him to start shaving his legs and handed him my razor and
shaving cream. Reluctantly he took them. That night during supper
I asked him if the pantyhose were any more comfortable. He had to
admit they were. So from then on Chris shaved his legs twice a
week so that he had no excuse not to wear the pantyhose whenever I
wanted him to.

CHAPTER 7
Chris

At this point I wasn't wearing my own underwear very often and
whenever I wore Janice's, I wore her panties, bra, camisole, and
pantyhose. Because I was keeping not only my legs shaved, but my
face and sometimes even my underarms, shaving became a real hassle
and I complained to Janice on a regular basis. One morning, while
I was stepping into the shower with the razor and shaving cream, I
said, "I hate this. My skin is all dry, I have cuts on my legs,
and it takes so much time." "Well, I have an idea." "What's
that?", I asked. "There is a prescription that I have prescribed
for a couple of my patients. They are women and they have a lot of
facial hair. For a woman that can be quite traumatic and it was
affecting their self esteem. As part of their treatment I used
this d**g which reduced a lot of their facial and chest hair, and
made the hair on their legs a lot lighter too." "Chest hair?",
Chris said, "You mean these women had chest hair?" "Yes, you can
imagine how self conscious that must have made them." "Boy, that's
weird." "Well, I'm going to get some for you and I want you start
taking it." "It won't make me go bald will it?" "Of course not.
It wouldn't have helped them much if they started losing hair from
the top of their heads." "It's safe, Isn't it." "Of course it is.
I wouldn't give anything to you or my patients if it wasn't." The
next night Janice brought home these wonder pills and I started
taking two of them each morning with my regular daily vitamins.

A few days after I started taking the pills I woke up with a
bad headache. Although it was the worst headache that I could
remember. At first, I didn't connect it with the pills that Janice
was giving me. I took four aspirins and the pain finally subsided
to the point where I could function. About two weeks later the
same thing happened, I woke up with another bad headache. This was
something that had never happened before and after second time, I
tried to come up with a cause. The only thing I could think of was
the pills that Janice was giving me. The more I thought about it,
the more I suspected the pills, so I asked Janice, "Do you think
that these pills could be causing these headaches that I'm having?"
"I really don't think so. I haven't had any complaints from My
patients and I haven't read that there are any side affects, much
less headaches. If it were the pills that were giving you the
headaches you wouldn't be having them every two weeks, you're
taking them every day. But I will check into it for you."

About the time of the second headache was the first time I
noticed a reduction in hair growth. I went into the bathroom one
morning to shave and noticed that I barely needed one. It only
took about two minutes to remove what little hair there was on my
face and I noticed that even that hair was softer and easier to
cut.
Janice got back to me a few days after she said that she would
look into it. "I read everything I could find on the d**g, and
called the d**g company that makes it and came up empty. If it is
the pills causing the headaches you're the only one that's getting
them." With my beard starting to lighten, I was subconsciously
hoping that the pills were not the cause because I was really
looking forward to not having to shave as often. Every few weeks
I would wake up with another headache, but I was able to treat it
with aspirins, and I knew that the pills were not the cause so I
finally decided to just live with it.

At this point I had been working on the program for the girl
in California for about three months and sending the updates to her
via modem, over the phone lines. I had reached a point where the
program had to be brought up on all of the computers placed
throughout her small factory. This could not be done without
actually going out there. It would take about two weeks of work to
get the entire thing set up so I spoke to Colleen about taking some
time off from the salon to go out to California and wrap up the
project. She reluctantly agreed to let me go.

When I told Janice that I had to go to California for two
weeks, she seemed kind of sad. "But Honey, do you have to go,
We've never been apart for that long. I'm going miss you so much."
"I know sweetheart, I'm going to miss you too." The next day I
bought my plane ticket and made all the other necessary plans to
leave on the following Monday. On Monday morning I went into the
Salon for half a day because my flight was at four O:Clock P.M. As
I was getting ready to leave to go home to pick up my suitcase a
strange thing happened.

All of the girls in the salon came up to me one at a time and
said how much they were going to miss me. "You know, you girls are
the greatest.", I said to all of them, "It's really wonderful
working with each of you and I don't know what I'm going to do
after I finish up here. It's as if each of you has become a close
friend."

Sally (one of the hair stylists), came over to me and pulled
me off to the side to speak to me in private. "You know Chris,
your hair is getting kind of long." "I know, but my wife likes it
that way. so I don't want to get it cut." "No, that's not what I
was suggesting at all. Colleen told us about you and your wife.
And I was just wondering, when you got back, if you wanted to stay
late some night, or if you wanted to come over to my house, or even
if you'd like me to come over to your house, I'd like to do you
hair sometime. I know I could make you look really pretty." "Why
don't you think it looks ok?" "It looks fine for a boy. I just
thought---." She hesitated for a second. "You might like to try,
well---, a girl's hair style." I looked at her dumb founded.
Colleen had mentioned that Sally thought that I would make a cute
girl, but I never thought that she would make an offer like that.
"I don't know Sally." "I know that my offer must have come as a
shock to you, and you might never want to take me up on it, I just
wanted you to know that I would be willing if you ever were
interested." "Thanks Sally." As I left the shop I just couldn't