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A New Wife
Tiffany Scott 97'
Part I
Kelly stared at her husband thoughtfully. He was wearing one
of her white nylon blouses and a pair of her tight-fitting
jeans. "I want to be the man!" She told him. "I've always wanted
it. Even as a kid I desperately wanted to dress up in my
brothers clothes."
"I'm not gay and I know I can't really BE a man. But at least
I can live like one." She explained, adding. "I just want to
live with the freedom a man has, to act like a man, to dress in
clothes that don't bind and restrict. I want to give orders and
be obeyed and I want to be taken seriously!"
"I just don't understand." Her husband answered weakly. "I've
tried to make you happy I wear what you want me to wear." He
pulled at the satiny blouse. "I do the housework" He broke off
miserably.
She sighed, "I know this is quite a shock to you John, but I
can't help that. I'm older than you and I can see my life
slipping by without...without any sense of fulfilment. If it
hadn't been for this legacy...and Aunt Maude's house, it would
probably never have come up. But now, with all this money and
her things, I'm going to try for a new kind of happiness." She
said.
After a moment she looked up. "I originally intended to simply
walk out and disappear!" She told him.
John stared at his wife. "You were going to leave me? Then why
didn't you?" He asked.
Kelly shrugged. "Two reasons, I suppose. Being selfish I know
that I won't find it easy taking on the role of a man by myself
and I suppose I toyed with the idea that you might help."
John sat down on the edge of the bed. He had gone pale. He
shook his head as though in shock. "You said two reasons." He
finally said.
"I love you. That's the second reason. I couldn't just walk
out, you don't deserve that." She told him in a soft voice.
"How can you love me? You're saying goodbye!" John replied.
Kelly knelt by his side. She took his hands in hers, they were
like ice. "John. I'm sorry, truly I am. But I want a wife...not
a husband!"
Now it was his turn to sigh, "And you say your not gay...!"
"I didn't mean it like that...what I want is someone who will
act as my wife, someone who'll let me be the husband. Someone
who will let me make the decissions and be in control of the
relationship." She answered.
A frown creased John's forehead. "You don't mean me?" He
whispered.
Kelly stood. She stared out of the window. "I thought you'd
say that. Forget it. I just thought...well it would be the only
way we could work it...without breaking up I mean." She walked
to the bedroom door. "I think it would be better if I left right
away. I hate tearful goodbyes." She said over her sholder.
John rose then crossed the room. He touched her arm, "Wait!"
He said. Kelly raised her eyebrows. John bit his lower lip.
"What, what would. I mean, being a wife. How? What would I do?"
He asked.
Kelly smiled gently. Her plan was working. "Nothing dramatic.
Just accept me as the,..as your husband. I won't dress as a man.
At least not yet. Just fix my hair, short, you know. I'll do
everything you do now." She told him, still not turning to look
at him.
He frowned, "And what would I do? You don't expect me to wear
a dress do you?" He asked, looking slightly embarrassed at just
the mention of it.
Now it was Kelly's turn to frown. She finally turned and
looked at him. "And why not? If you want the blunt truth..yes I
would expect my wife to wear a dress and a bra!" She squared her
sholders then added. "I want a pretty wife! I don't care how
strange it sounds...thats what I want."
Kelly paused for a moment, then added. "How could you possibly
be my wife in pants? Don't you understand - clothes are symbols.
Listen. I can teach you, I can help you to look convincing and
you can do the same for me!"
They stared at each other for a moment, then John lowered his
eyes so he was looking at the floor. "I'd look stupid." He
mumbled.
Kelly breathed a deep sigh of relief and fought to hide her
delight. "Listen, I can make you look beautiful. I won't tell
you it will be easy, I know that at first it will all seem
strange and terrible..but, if you let me...I'll make it work.
Trust me!" She said.
After a few seconds John meekly asked. "What do you want me to
do?"
Kelly reached for the top button of his BLOUSE. "The first
thing you can do is get out of these clothes." She moved
swiftly, efficiently as she removed the blouse and then unzipped
the jeans he was wearing. After he had stepped out of them she
pulled him over to thier dresser.
John was like a robot and didn't object or try to stop her and
after rummaging through her drawers she moved in front of him
and gently wrapped a black satin garterbelt around his waist.
Then she handed him a pair of black nylons. "Put these stockings
on, I want to show you something." She told him as he took the
nylons into his hands.
Kelly watched as her husband sat on the bed and put the his foot
into the seamed stocking as he had seen his wife do a thousand
times. He carefully drew the sheer nylon up his smooth hairless
legs. Kelly had to cover her mouth with one of her hands as she
mused over how she had gotten her macho husband to shave his
legs for her.
"It was all preparation for today!" She said to herself as she
watched him attach the garter tabs to the top of the stocking.
He repeated the whole process with the other stocking, then
adjusted the tabs so they were even.
Once this was done Kelly knelt down and slipped his feet into
a pair of her shoes. They were black leather pumps with four
inch heels. She fastened the ankle straps and then she stood.
After looking him over she held out her arm for him to stand.
John swayed only slightly and he felt the subtle changes. The
reshaping of legs, thighs and tummy. Kelly shoved a pair of her
panties into his hands. "Put these on and come over to the
mirror." She told him.
John accepted the lacy white panties and he almost fell as he
stepped into the waistband, but seconds later his genitals were
hidden by the snug fitting panties.
He felt his face go warm and he couldn't look Kelly in the
eye. It was obvious that he was afraid to approach the mirror,
so Kelly pushed the mirror over in front of him. "Look at those
legs, forget the upper half, just concentrate on the legs. Now,
tell me. Are they female legs? Are they legs that would make you
whistle?" She asked.
Her husbands eyes widened. They were attractive legs. "Girls
legs, no question." He thought to himself.
Kelly looked at him. "Well?" She asked.
John blushed. He looked again at his legs in the mirror,
pointed a toe and then shyly smiled. "What next?" He asked.
This time Kelly openly grinned. "A bra!" She answered. John
made a face, but he stood still and uncomplaining as she secured
a white satin and lace bra around his chest.
It was a strange feeling. The soft satin cupped the flesh of
his chest like minature hands and he felt a stirring between his
legs as Kelly pushed wads of cotton into the loose cups of the
bra so that he had a respectable bustline.
After she turned him around to face her she opened her
handbag. "Keep still, just for a second." She said in a stern
voice and John stood, his legs trembling slightly in the high
heels, as Kelly powdered his face. Then she applied a thick coat
of creamy pink lipstick.
She held his head steady as she dusted a soft coat of eye
shadow above and below his eyes and as an afterthought she
removed her gold necklace and looped it round his neck. She
smiled as she attached her matching gold ear-rings to his ear
lobes.
Then using a small comb she fluffed and teased his hair into a
soft feminine style.
"Alright, now have a look." She told him proudly.
John hesitated, then turned to face the mirror. His mouth
dropped open in amazement. How could she have changed him so
much..so quickly?
Kelly spoke to him over his shoulder. Their eyes meeting in
the mirror. "If I can do that in a few minutes here..just
imagine what I can do given time and plenty of money! Well...is
it a deal? Shall we give it a try?" She asked.
Embarrassment caused John's face to start burning again.
"What..." He couldn't hide the fact that he was embarrassed.
"What about in bed..I mean, who..." His voice trailed off as he
lowered his head and looked at the floor once again.
Kelly laughed. "I know exactly what you mean. In bed... you
wear a nightie and I make love to you." She told him as she
brushed her hand against the front of his panties.
"Why don't we try it out now, seeing you like this has really
turned me on and I have a feeling you're excited too!" She said
knowingly.
John put his palms over his erection that was straining agaist
the front panel of his lace trimmed panties, then looking up
they both laughed.
Kelly handed him a pink nylon nightie. It was very short and
the hem and top were trimmed with frothy white lace. It was
ridiculously girlish and after dropping it over his head he
played his fingertips along the lacy hem as she undressed.
In reality the atmosphere was charged, electric, as John
swiftly slipped under the bedclothes. Kelly joined him and when
her palm stroked him through the thin nylon nightie John quickly
relaxed as her mouth closed over his and her thigh slid over his
nylon encased legs.
The next few weeks flew by. With the death of Kelly's Aunt she
was now a wealthy woman. She had also inherited her large house
in the country. Kelly explained that Aunt Maude had retreated
from the world to live there as a man. She had dressed and acted
so much like a male that few people in the village knew her true
identity.
Kelly told John that she wanted to do the same. To arrive in
the area as a male. She wanted everyone to immediately assume
she was the 'Man' of the house.
"And I'll be the wife?" John asked, making it more of a
statement then a question.
Kelly frowned when he said this. "Well actually no. At least
not at first. I mean, it may not work out. What I thought was,
well you could be a live-in servant. Just to begin with." She
assured him. "If things work out, we'll 'fall in love'...and get
married, but if you change your mind, you can simply disappear
and that way there'll be no awkward questions about a missing
'wife." She added.
Her tone of voice didn't leave any room for discussion and the
way she had stated it John had to accept her logic. But he was
not entirely happy with the arrangement.
He was also disturbed at the changes in her behaviour and
attitude. As it would be several weeks before they could move
into the house, Kelly was forced to live two lives. Keeping her
face and hair feminine, she nonetheless did all she could to
alter the rest of her body.
She bought more and more male clothing for herself and John
was expected to 'practise' his female role constantly. She made
him give up his job so he could stay home and take over doing
all the housework.
On top of that she insisted on him wearing some piece of
female clothing at all times, even when he did things like
shopping or dropping things off at the cleaners.
A New Wife part 2
One afternoon when he returned from shopping he was shocked
when she made him stand in front of her while she questioned
him. He could tell that she was excited. But he sensed more,
like a touch of lust.
"Are you wearing a bra?" She asked. John nodded. "And
panties?" She quickly demanded.
"And panties...and stockings!" He answered sarcastically.
"Open your shirt. Let me see." She said raising her eyebrows.
Wearily John unbuttoned his shirt. Kelly pushed it from his
shoulders and stared at his blue satin and lace bra. Her hands
fumbled at his waist as she unbuckled his belt.
John closed his eyes. She had taken to doing this kind of
thing lately. At first he had objected but she had ignored him.
Sometimes she even made love to him as he stood in his feminine
underthings, but usually he ended up being forced to oraly
service her until she was saited.
After she had him remove his pants she looked him over.
"Where's your purse?" She asked. John took it out of a shopping
bag. She had given him the small blue purse the day before. It
contained perfume, comb, lipstick and powder compact.
"I expect you to look pretty for me at all times. As soon as
you come in the house your to fix your face." She had told him
when she had handed him the purse. Now once he had the leather
purse in his hands she urged him to do as she had instructed.
"To make yourself pretty for me." She told him.
Under her scrutiny John powdered his face, painted his lips
red, and sprayed perfume on his throat. As he did this he saw
Kelly's lust filled eyes and he knew she wanted him. But he knew
better than to make the first move, so once he was finished
making himself up he waited.
Kelly undressed hurriedly, right there in the kitchen As she
did she handed him her white nylon half slip. "Go put a skirt on
as well!" She told him as he took the lace hemmed undergarmet
into his hands. "You know how much I like it when you wear a
skirt." Her words were low and were openly filled with lust.
As John held out the slip, preparing to step into it, Kelly
grabbed him from behind. Her palms slid down, under the elastic
waistband of his panties and he gasped as she began playing with
his erection. "So you like being a girl! You enjoy being my
wife?" She asked with a chuckle.
With such a hard erection it was useless denying that he was
excited and so with a blushing face he nodded. But Kelly wanted
to hear him say it and in a stern voice she ordered him to do
just that. "Do it!" She urged as she made a fist around his hard
penis.
Finally John managed to force the words she wanted to hear out
past his lips. "I like being a girl and I enjoy being your
wife!" He said in a meek voice.
Kelly nibbled his ear. "Go put your slip and skirt on darling
and I'll make love to you." She whispered into his ear, adding.
"Hurry!"
John went to thier bedroom and after donning the slip and a
mid-thigh skirt that was exactly what Kelly did. He couldn't
fault her. It had been exciting, thrilling, and in this way she
forced them to slowly swap roles.
Several weeks later and a short time before they were due to
move Kelly met him at the door. What followed put the seal on
their new 'arrangement'...and it changed his life forever!
He was led to the bedroom where she removed his shirt and
trousers, exposing the bra, garterbelt, stockings and panties
that he wore underneith.
She had informed him just a week before that he was now
required to wear these things full time, even under his male
clothes. He had been doing so anyway, but of his own accord. Her
making it a rule seemed to put it into a new light.
Kelly whispered into his ear. "I've something to show you."
She directed him to put on a nightie. "And ear-rings...and
heels." She told him as she slowly undressed.
He saw her fumbling in one of the dresser drawers, but she saw
him watching her. "Don't look, its a surprise. Close your eyes!"
She ordered.
He looked away and tried to imagine how she could possibly
surprise him after the past few weeks as he carefully arranged
the frilly hem of his baby-doll nightie around his nylon covered
thighs.
"OK. Now you can look!" She finally said.
When he looked up at her he almost fainted! A huge and very
realistic penis stuck out from between her legs! A flesh colored
harness held it firmly against her crotch, making it look as if
it belonged there.
"Oh Kelly No. You" John started to say, but she cut him off.
"Quiet!" She hissed. "You must have known this would happen. I
told you, I want to be...to act..like a man!" She said, her
hands planted firmly on her hips.
Her eyes were hard and glassy and she was breathing heavily so
that her breasts heaved each time she inhaled. Truthfully there
was a look of extreem excitement in her eyes that scared him.
He shook his head. "I never...I...." His voice trailed off as
his gaze dropped to the large cock protruding from her crotch.
Kelly closed and locked the bedroom door. "That's good...a
touch of fear, like a reluctant virgin. I find that very
exciting." She said as she moved to within a foot of where he
sat. "Lie down on the bed!" She orderd, pointing to the empty
expanse of bedspread.
John couldn't speak, so he just slowly shook his head as he
played with the hem of his nightie. He wasn't prepaired for what
happened next.
Kelly slapped him. Slapped him hard enough he was knocked flat
onto his back. Before he could react she joined him on the bed.
"I find the idea of rape very exciting....open your legs." She
gasped as she looked down into her sissy wifes eyes.
John struggled, but she was surprisingly strong. Somehow she
got him turned face down and as she held his wrists she stripped
his panties to mid thigh. Then she mounted him, nudging his
thighs apart with her knees as far as his lowered panties would
allow them to open.
The bedspread silenced his cries as he fought her, but with
one sharp thrust of her hips Kelly speared her penis home!! Her
wifes whole body went rigid with shock! John's back arched as
though as though she had been subjected to a jolt of electric
current.
Time and again Kelly rolled her hips back and then thrust them
forward, slamming her cock home. In and out, in and out over and
over while her new wife cried and tried to excape from her
attack.
To John the pain was like a fire burning his insides. Like a
red hot poker was being thrust inside of him with every urgent
shove of his female husbands hips! A searing, red hot poker that
overpowered every other sensation as it pumped in and out of his
violated hole.
Kelly twisted his head so that her tongue could fill his mouth
and her hands sought out his breasts, which she mauled through
the filmy layers of his nightie and the cups of his bra. She
soon had her sissy's nipples so sensitive that her tweaking of
them caused as intense a feeling as her hard penis.
Slowly John's body responded and Kelly snickered when she felt
him pushing his hips back at her in rythim to her pumping hips.
Once her sissy wife was was openly bucking her pelvis so that
Kelly could bury the entire length of her hard cock into his
sissy pussy she began to verbily taunt him.
"Thats right. Take my cock bitch!" She gasped. "Take it again,
and again!" She added with each thrust. "Show me how much you
enjoy being taken and used like a female!" Slamming her cock
into her wife hard enough that her hips slapped against her
upturned ass cheeks she snickered.
"That's it! Show me how much you want to be my wife!" She said
gleefully. "Prove to me that you really want me for your
husband!"
They made love for hours. John's nightie disappeared in the
heavy petting so his bra was exposed. "A brassiere is a symbol,"
Kelly said as she pinched his hard nipples through the satin and
lace cups. "A potent symbol of your femaleness. I never want to
see you without a bra on again...ever!" She told him.
John blushed as he adverted his eye's and ran his palms over
the lace covered cups of his bra and her fingers that continued
to tweak his nipples. "Never!" He wispered. "You never will.
Ever!" He promised her.
The following days found them both transformed from the neck
down! John, with the cunning use of a full lycra corset, now had
a stunning hour-glass figure. His gorgeous legs were enhanced by
high heels and sheer stockings. But his face and hair remained
that of a young man!
As for Kelly, she wore a new type of dildo. It was a pair of
rubber pants with a penis attached right where it should be.
There were also two thick plugs that filled her openings
protruding up from the inside. She started wearing mens jockey
shorts under her jeans as well as mens shirts. Only her face and
hair was female.
John became her wife in all but name. He washed, cooked and
waited on her. He wore a blouse, skirt and high heels and with a
frilly apron and he obeyed her, just like a perfect housewife.
Kelly insisted on him bathing her and dressing her and it
started to seem to John that he spent most of his day simply
waiting for her next instruction, which he would obediantly
follow without the slightest hesitation.
Kelly made all the decisions, in and out of the bedroom. She
made love to him every night and day by day her behavour became
more and more like that of a male. It was obvious that she
thoroughly enjoyed her power over her 'wife' and she took to
"Inspecting" her each morning.
Only after she had passed this inspection was she allowed to
help her in her transformation. Fairly often this stage had to
wait while Kelly punished her sissy wife for some slight defect
she had discovered during her instpection.
When this happened Kelly made her lay over her thighs and
after lifting her dress or skirt she would use her flat, wooden
hairbrush to paddle her sissy's bottom until real tears were
flooding her eye's and she was begging her to stop.
In the evening after eating the dinner her "Wife" prepaired
for her the two of them would settle down and relax, with each
in thier respective roles. John would dress her in a maroon silk
smoking jacket which she would wear with nothing underneath
except her rubber dildo panties. Then he would sit next to her
on the couch and she would fondle him until they were both
quite excited.
Kelly found that the act of sliding her hand up his nylon
covered thigh and under the hem of his skirt thrilled her as
much as it had him, before they had exchanged roles. After a
heavy round of "Petting" the evening would more then likely end
up with John on his knees, his head clamped tightly between her
thighs.
She called this "Being Serviced" and it was more exciting than
anything she had ever previously experienced. She found the
touch of his ear-rings on the insides of her thighs and his hot
breath on her clit, which remained exposed through an oval
shaped opening, combined with the sight of his skirted and
feminised body bent at her feet to be excruciatingly
exciting!
John, for his part, was amazed at his own acceptance of her
increasingly bizarre requirements. It seemed that once he was
dressed as a female, clad in bra, panties, nylons and skirt
all his male attitudes and thoughts evaporated into thin air and
he actually became a submissive female.
The big day when they were to make the move finally arrived.
John woke early and dressed in a blue bra, matching nylon
panties with blue lace trimming the waistband and leg openings,
a powder blue garterbelt to which he attached black nylons and a
blue waist-cincher.
After he added a pair of black high heeled pumps he made up
his face. While he was doing this he actually caught himself
lamenting over how short his hair was and after a bit of
blushing he admited to himself that he wished it were longer.
Moving away from the vanity mirror he chose a powder blue
dress and a white full slip which he laid out on the bed for
later. He then made tea for Kelly and drew her bath.
Kelly was clearly excited. "Did you get my things ready?" She
asked as she stood so he could dry her with a fluffy towel.
John smiled. "Yes. I've ironed a white shirt and I put out
your black suit." He answered, adding. "As well as a pair of
boxer shorts, a silk tie, a pair of black socks and your black
oxfords."
"Perfect!" Kelly purred as she stole a feel of her wifes
pantied bottom. She chuckled when she felt him push his cheek
back into her squeesing fingers.
As he helped her dress he started to discribe what he had
decided to wear. "I laid out my blue dress and..." He began to
say, but she sharply cut him off.
"Have you forgotten...you are the servant!" She said in an
annoyed and angry sounding tone of voice. The truth was John had
forgotten. "I've bought you an outfit." Kelly said. "It's in the
box on the top shelf of the closet!"
With a pout John put the blue dress and the white slip away,
then he removed the box, placing it on the bed. Once he had
lifted the top off he carefully held up its contents.
A royal blue nylon dress, a white pinafore that was trimmed
with lace, a lacy satin apron and a white maids cap. It was a
"Maids" uniform! John nervously looked at his wife, er husband,
who had a large grin on her face.
"Yes! You will be my maid!" She said. "I told you, its just at
the beginning, until we are sure." Then, still grinning she
added. "And anyway, that's more or less exactly what you've
become."
Kelly moved in front of John and took the maids uniform into
her own hands and as she held it up to him she continued. " I
mean your only purpose now is to serve me and I insist you look
the part?" She said.
Then not waiting for a reply she urged him to get dressed.
"Now, hurry. I want to get into our new house! Put a lacy
petticoat on under your uniform." She said, explaining. "I'd
like to see the tiniest hint of lace peeking out below the hem
of your skirt!"
With a distinct sense of unease John found the perfect multi
layered petticoat which he slipped over his head and after he
had adjusted the sholder straps he reached for the dress. The
uniform was shiny and had stiff ribbing sewn into the form
fitting bodice.
Its short puffed sleeves were frilled with white lace as was
the square neckline. Kelly watched him step into it and then she
moved behind him so she could zip it closed. After securing the
hook at the top of the zipper she tied the long strings of his
lace trimmed apron into a huge bow behind is back.
Johns chest tightened when Kelly slipped her hand under the
back of his short uniform skirt and felt his ass through his
panties.
After pinning Johns wig to his head she attched the frilly
white maids cap into place, then she looked him over before
allowing him to look into the mirror.
When he did he was so stunned that he couldn't speak. He was a
female! Not only was he a female, but he was a maid! A female
maid! He closed his eyes and tried to hide his feeling of
despair as Kelly slipped her hand into the front of his panties
then forced his fairly stiff penis back between his thighs.
"Thats so that your lacy panties will be nice and flat like
they were designed to be." She told him as she withdrew her
hand.
Stepping back a foot or so she visually inspected him, then
she said. "Come my pretty maid. Brush my hair." When he
hesitated she narrowed her eyebrows.
"DO IT!" She ordered in a harsh, stern voice and then she
chuckled as her once-manly husband obeyed. As they're eyes
meet in her dressing table mirror she said, "You will address me
as Ms. Kelly! Understand?"
He blinked and felt his face burn. "Yes Ms. Kelly." He
answered. Her soft laughter brought tears of shame to his
adverted eyes as he obediantly pulled the hairbrush through her
hair.
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