Mortimer and Myrtle A Love Story
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Second Time Around
By Saint Ein
I had been married before so I wasn't surprised when, after the
honeymoon, Charlene, my new bride, started sounding more like a wife
than a sweetheart. Women must have some built in switch that changes
them into rulers of the house. When we were dating she never
complained about what I ate. When we went out I ordered my favorite
steak and she always fixed one of my favorites when I went to her
apartment for dinner. But after the honeymoon she insisted I eat
healthy. No more bacon and eggs for breakfast. No more burgers and
fries for lunch. Instead, we had whole grain cereal and fruit for
breakfast and salads for lunch. Dinner was low fat, low calorie, and
full of fiber. She also included about a dozen assorted vitamins and
supplements, like E, D, B plus, C, ginseng and whatever. I
questioned her only once and she really let me have it. The woman
was obsessed. Her first husband had died of a heart attack and she
wasn't going to let me do the same thing to her. She had a morbid
fear of living out her old age alone in some old folks home.
I lost over forty pounds in the first six months after our marriage.
When I went in for my annual physical the doctor complemented me on
my weight loss, reduced blood pressure, and lower cholesterol. I
felt better than I had in years. Charlene thought I should buy a new
convertible to celebrate. How can you argue with such an intelligent
woman? We spent two weeks looking before getting a new dark blue
one. It was great. My buddies at work were envious.
It wasn't long after that when my life really started to change. One
morning while drying off after my morning shower I noticed that my
nipples were getting bigger. Charlene saw me standing in front of the
bathroom mirror looking at my chest and asked me if something was
wrong. I explained my concerns. She laughed and said I should get
used to growing older and chided me for not noticing how many older
men had large nipples and even small breasts. It was normal for men
in their fifties. I had never thought about it before so I put it
out of my mind for the time being. But during the next year I
noticed that I was developing breasts. They didn't look very
different when I looked down but when I stood sideways in front of
the mirror they really stood out. I was embarrassed to wear a T-
shirt. Charlene she said if I was worried I should wear looser
fitting clothing. About the same time I noticed how young looking my
face had become. The fat around the lower cheeks had gone away
accentuating my cheek bones. I looked more like a teenager than an
older man. Even my skin seemed younger and softer. The only thing
the diet didn't do was take weight off my butt. In fact, my rear end
felt bigger than ever. My thighs seemed bigger too, not a lot bigger
but enough to make my pants tight. Charlene called it middle age
spread and bought me new pants that fit a lot better.
My wife loves to watch the Health Channel on the cable. The shows
all look the same to me, great looking people cooking low cal food or
checking out the latest in herbal remedies. One evening she insisted
we finish watching this one particular show before watching the DVD
movie I had rented that afternoon. The doctor on the show was
explaining how his study had conclusively shown that men who were
given female hormones had the same life expectancy as women, about
five year longer than the average for men. Charlene casually turned
to me and said that she had been giving me female hormones everyday
for the past year. It only took a few seconds to sink in, my body
changes were do to the hormones. I was furious. How could she have
done this to me. She didn't see why I was so upset. We must have
argued for the next hour. Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore and
left. I drove around for a while then did something I hadn't done in
thirty years. I stopped at a bar. It wasn't very crowded. After a
couple of drinks I got to talking to the guy next to me. I don't
know how it came up in the conversation but I told him about what my
wife had done to me. He sat back and looked at me closely. He said
he couldn't see any problem. A woman two stools down came over and
joined in the conversation. She said that I should be thankful I had
such a caring wife. After a while I didn't know what to think. I
felt guilty for thinking that Charlene would do anything to harm me.
So I went home and apologized. She cried and told me I was the best
thing that had ever happened to her.
Somehow, knowing that I didn't have some rare disease causing these
changes improved my outlook on life. But I was still stuck with this
new look. Charlene suggested that instead of hiding my new figure I
should make the most of it by finding a look that could be either
male or female. It sounded intriguing. Ever since I can remember I
had always been jealous of women because they had such a choices in
clothing. As a man I was expected to wear the current male uniform.
So I agreed to try on the condition that I could stop at any time.
The first thing she wanted me to do was to let my hair grow long, not
long enough for a pony tail or anything, but full and down to my
collar in the back and over my ears on the side, like something out
of the sixties. I started going to Charlene's hairdresser, a really
nice lady. It took almost a year to get the hair right. One week
while having my hair cut Charlene insisted I get my ears pierced and
my eyebrows waxed. The ear studs didn't make much difference. They
were hidden by the hair. But the combination of full hair and
thinner eyebrows gave me a whole new look. I sat there in the chair
looking at myself in the mirror and couldn't believe such a little
thing could make such a big change in my appearance. I really looked
so much more feminine. The women soothed my concerns by reminding me
that if I didn't like it the eyebrows would grow back. I didn't want
to admit it but I really liked the look. I can't explain it,
especially to guys but I thought I really looked great.
These changes didn't go unnoticed at work. Most people at work
accepted the new me pretty well but a couple of the women and one of
the men didn't understand. Someone turned me in to Human Resources.
I don't know who. Fortunately, my boss could care less what I looked
like as long as I got my work done. He stood beside me when I got
called in to the HR Office. The Human Resources manager said that
she had been informed that I was in the process of changing my sex
and pointed out the company policy requiring notification before any
sex reassignment. I said that I had no intention of changing sex and
I stood and offered to show her that I was still a man. She said
that wasn't necessary. But warned me that I had to fill our a form
if I wanted to go through with a sex change. She also insisted that
as long as I was a man I follow the company dress code for men. I
explained that I had never worn women's clothing to work and didn't
intend to start. She directed my boss to report any infractions and
note them in my quarterly evaluations. When we left the HR Office he
made sure that I knew there was no problem as far as he was
concerned. I have never given it another thought.
I had never even considered wearing women's clothes to work. But at
home it was different. Since I now had more of a woman's figure,
Charlene kept bugging me to put on a dress and go somewhere with her.
I resisted for months insisting that I would only wear male clothing
and that was that. Then she showed me that for the past two years
she had been buying me women's khaki slacks for work because they fit
my expanded rear end. And many of my knit tops were actually
women's. She also reminded me that store clerks often called me
ma'am. I finally gave in. We went to a movie. I wore a long skirt
and blouse with low heeled shoes. I felt very strange. But once I
realized that no one questioned my look I became very comfortable.
There was no embarrassment as I had expected. Since then I wear
whatever I feel like at the time.
It's hard to say whether I miss being all man. Charlene and I still
make love. The hormones didn't stop my ability to have an erection.
Although hugging and kissing is a little different. It really feels
strange when our chests rub together. I can't describe it exactly
but the feeling is great. I also enjoy talking to women when they
think I am a woman also. I never realized that women talk to each
other so much differently than to men. Women tell each other things
that I would have a hard time telling my best friend. I rarely wear
stockings or high heeled shoes. They are downright uncomfortable. I
also don't like make up unless I am going for the whole woman look.
Although I usually wear a little mascara.
It is decision time again. Last night the Health Channel had a
program where they discussed a study that found men are less prone to
Prostate cancer and live longer if they are castrated. Charlene
thinks I should have it done. I haven't decided.
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