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The Other Way Round
By Swimsuitman
I slipped on my leotard looked at myself in the mirror and headed
out of the changing rooms into the aerobics studio.
It was Wednesday and therefore pecs and tums. The atmosphere was
congenial as usual. Bored househusbands like myself took
themselves down to the Adonis health spa to work on looking good
for our wives. As the years rolled on we became nothing more than
trophies for our other halves to display at important functions.
We always worked our on our bodies for fear of waking up in an
empty bed and finding out that wifey has traded up for a younger
model.
Looking around the studio I caught a glimpse of some people
there. In this class all bodies were taut underneath a snug,
luridly coloured Lycra outfit. Like myself most men from an early
age had major electrolysis on our bodies to get rid of that
unsightly facial and bodily hair. It would not do to turn up at a
dinner party with hairs poking over the top of one's low-cut
evening dress. This had its benefits, no need to shave ever
again. Some poor blokes I've seen on the streets just don't look
right with facial hair and a flowery dress. At least I thought
that I looked good, and that was without needing to resort to the
surgeon's knife.
After the session it was sauna time with my friend Chrissie. A
quick shower and change into a two-piece. Chrissie was already
inside with two women. I entered the cubicle. Chrissie had the
most amazing pecs on a guy but then he had owed it to silicon. An
almost heaving bosom nestled underneath the fabric of his
swimsuit. I could see that the two women with him were stealing
looks at his chest.
"Hi, Chrissie." We kissed and hugged. "How are you?"
"Oh just fine. Oh by the way this is Monica." He introduced me to
the woman on his left. "And this is Jane. They're my Sonia's
clients over from Ireland."
Both were wearing the usual shorts every woman wears nowadays,
quite baggy and non-revealing. I noticed a birthmark on Monica's
nipple and tried my best to ignore it.
"Sonia's quite the businesswoman go-getting entrepreneur." I
tried to break the ice. "Chrissie is the most amazing husband as
well."
"Oh Ronnie you are making me blush." This was hard to see at this
temperature.
"Sonia asked me to 'entertain' them while she was coming back
from Birmingham." Chrissie adjusted his swimsuit.
Jane gave me that look of "I'm going to have you, bitch" all over
her. I loved my wife dearly and I have been a dutiful husband and
caring father to our two boys over the years. I thought to myself
that I would have to be careful not to give the wrong impression.
A man could easily be labelled a slut for cheating on his wife.
Chrissie and I gossiped for a while and eventually the women
started talking business. I could see Chrissie's eyes glaze over.
He hated business matters even though it kept him in the most
luxurious wardrobe a boy could have from his woman. I thought to
say something to keep Chrissie going until the end of the
session.
"Chrissie, I'm going over to that new boutique this afternoon
would you like to come with me. There's a new dress I would like
to try on. Maybe there's something for you."
"Thanks Ronnie, but I said that I would give Sonia's clients my
full attention today until this evening. I'm hosting a dinner
party for Sonia's business contacts. I know I could do with a new
dress but time is short. What's a boy to do?"
Half an hour later, I was out of the sauna, changed back into my
summer dress and on my way to Leslie's boutique. The new Paris
fashions for men were in the window. I walked in. The assistant
was a man in his early twenties. He was wearing the latest fad
for young men. It was a split skirt/dress that divided just below
the armpits and connected every two-foot by a metal clasp. One
could see his body. Just this side of decent with his black bra
and panties, with black pop-sox squeezed into ultra-high heels.
"Hello sir, can I help."
"Well, I was thinking of cheering myself up with a new dress."
"I think we could handle that."
With that he beckoned me further into the store. I looked around
at the sumptuous fabrics on offer. Dresses, skirts and blouses
filled the room. Of course, there were no trousers or shorts on
sale. Men were no longer allowed to wear such items.
I wasn't bothered about that at all. It had been decades since
men ruled. I remember as a boy in our history classes at school
about all the wars that were allowed to go on year after year
until women took over. It was easy enough for myself to cope, as
I haven't known any different than wearing dresses and skirts. My
father also is in a similar position to me. I'm afraid things
were bad for my grandfather. He is quite old and remembers
wearing trousers in the last century. He is now in an old
people's home but is quite mad as he refuses to wear what the
home gives him. He claims that it is not right and men should be
able to wear trousers as they used to.
I quite like my lifestyle. My two boys are growing up and demand
the usual things that boys want. Julian wants new dolls all the
time and Terrie at that stage where he has to have the latest
fashions. Though I sometimes wonder if some of the skirts he
wears are no bigger than a belt, but he was always one to show-
off in front of the girls.
I talked with the assistant; "I do love these dresses." I ran my
well-manicured fingers through the material of a satin gown.
"You should try it on", said the assistant.
He led me to the dressing room at the back. I slipped off my silk
blouse and unzipped the back of my skirt. It fell to the floor; I
picked it up and placed it on the stool. I parted the straps of
the gown and walked into the dress. Pulling up the straps I felt
the fine touch of the satin against my body. The dress passed
over my silk knickers and past my bra. Slowly I put an arm
underneath each strap and adjusted the dress. It fitted perfectly
over my body. The front took account of my enhanced bosom and the
rest tightly defined my taut figure.
I stepped out of the dressing room. The assistant gave a look of
delight. "You go boyfriend, here I'll fetch some accessories."
With that he disappeared to come back moments later with some
long black gloves and a tiara.
I drew the gloves one-by-one up over my hands and onto my arms,
slowly ironing out the wrinkles in the fabric. I took the tiara
from the assistant and fixed it on my hair. I turned to look at
the shop mirror. I simply couldn't believe myself. The dress
transformed me into the beau of the ball. A dazzling royal prince
waiting for his dame in shining armour to whisk him away from a
life of drudgery and into high society.
"I love this dress." I exclaimed.
"It's a must-have isn't it?" Replied the assistant almost with
his eyes popping out of their sockets.
I handed over my credit card, my wife acts as guarantor for all
my card purchases. The assistant folded the dress and gift-
wrapped it for me.
"Enjoy!" He said as I walked out of the shop.
I wandered down the street and hailed a taxi. As it pulled in I
noticed on the side an advert for lingerie. The beautiful young
man on a chaise-lounge wearing a bra and panties. The slogan read
remember your loved one this St. Valentine's buy him a Berlei.
I got into the taxi. The woman asked me where I was heading. I
told her to head for my home.
On the way back she started up a conversation.
"Been shopping have you love. My, my, my hubby's the same. He's
always buying himself clothes. I have to work overtime to keep
him in dresses. Mind you as long as he knows his place."
"Yes, I agree. A man's place is in the home looking after the
children. But you've got to allow us our little trips to the
shops, after all us must keep ourselves pretty!"
"Yeah, that's true. I wouldn't want it any other way. I'm glad I
voted for the Freedom party. I remember as a little girl watching
the TV as the law was passed banning votes for men. Oh yeah that
was a great day. My mum said that never again would wars be
fought, as men no longer ruled. Things have got a lot better for
everyone."
I had to agree with her. Men had lost their rights but this was
so that a greater good could be achieved. I paid her the fare and
got out of the cab. I walked up to the door of my home; I took
the front door keys out of my handbag and opened the door.
The washing machine in the kitchen had just finished. I was
washing my son's leotards for gym practice and if I were quick
they would be dried and ironed ready for their lesson after
school. Just quick once around the place with the vacuum and put
my leotard in on a hand-wash cycle.
My wife Martina would be home quite soon. She had just been
promoted at work to senior partner. That meant more prestige for
her and a better wardrobe for me. I could afford to hit the town
with my boyfriends for a shopping bonanza. I know I shouldn't but
Martina realises that it's just one of those things us men love.
I tell her it is retail therapy and it wouldn't do for the
husband of the senior partner to be drab and dowdy.
Just then the door opened and I saw the eldest of my two pretty
boys waltz in. Terrie who was thirteen just a couple of weeks ago
minced in like the King of Sheba. He is a clean lad, luckily for
me when he arrives home his school uniform looks as crisp as it
did when he left this morning. As summer is nearly upon us the
boy's uniform changes from a white blouse, brown pleated skirt,
black tights and black court shoes to a chequered summer dress
and black sandals.
As usual, my Terrie kissed his father. He is very affectionate
and caring. I am hoping that when he leaves school he will take
up a career in nursing. It is a wonderful vocation for a man. And
one hopes that he will marry a nice handsome doctor (As only
women can become doctors, and men of course nurses).
"How was you day, honey?" I asked.
"Very tiring dad, double domestic science. I made a wonderful
chocolate cake. I saved you some as I know you love chocolate."
"Thanks, you know we men love our chocolate. Have the school said
anything about your options for next year?" We wondered into the
kitchen and I sat Terrie down while I made both of us a cup of
tea.
"Well dad, I want to take childcare, biology and domestic
science. Deportment and English are compulsory for boys. I would
have to take Math as well if I do biology, but I find the subject
hard."
"Science goes over most men's heads dear. Our brains are not
wired up for all that stuff. Women do much better in those
subjects! I am glad you are taking childcare. It will come in
handy when you get married and stay at home to look after your
kids."
"Dad, that's years away!" Terrie seemed a little annoyed at my
planning his life.
"Terrie dear. Sorry I know that's all in the future but it's a
man's role to be a devoted and obedient husband to his woman. We
are the weaker sex. Ooh that reminds me Julian and the boys in
his year are having their health injections. Could you talk to
him and reassure him that it's all okay."
Like all men when they are boys of ten, by law, must have health
injections. This serves a number of purposes. Firstly, this
provides a man with the essential minerals that are lacking in
most people's diet throughout their lives. Secondly and most
importantly, the injection has properties that keep men under
control and weaker than women. It would not be right in society
if men were stronger than women were. Women should be in control
as they are the superior sex.
"Yes dad, the injection is very important." Terrie understood
that this was another important rite of passage along with a
boy's first bra.
"I have got Julian's and your leotards for gym practice dry in
the airing cupboard. Your mum is picking up Julian from school
and should be home soon. Can you be a sweet and get both of you
ready. We don't want to keep your mum waiting."
"Dad, It's a man's prerogative to be a little late." Terrie was
learning to be a man fast. "Which leotard did you wash for me, I
hope it's my favourite one."
"The purple velvet one with the red heart motif? Yes darling, how
could I forget?"
The sound of a key turning in the front door lock heralded the
arrival of my wife and younger son. Julian skipped in wearing a
fairy outfit behind him Martina walked in. She had her pin-stripe
suit on with the tie I got for her last Christmas. There is
always something about a woman wearing a crisp suit and tie that
looks so good. It's only natural for a woman to be dressed that
way.
"How's my pretty little prince?" I swung my arms around Julian
and kissed his cheeks. I noticed some play make-up on his face.
"Hello daddy, we did acting today and all us boys got to be
fairies and all the girls had to be horrible monsters. Then Emily
was dressed in tin foil and pretended to be a dame in shining
armour and she rescued all the fairies then she kissed us."
"Is Emily your new girlfriend?" I ventured a risky question.
"Nooooooo," Julian whined. "All girls smell and they're horrible
and they pull some of the boy's pigtails!"
"Nevermind. Now you two get ready quickly for Gym classes. Don't
keep you mother waiting." I hurried the boys upstairs. I turned
to my wife.
"Mart. How was your day? You look tired?"
"Ronnie dear, you wouldn't believe the day I've had. This morning
the girls and I was due to play golf this morning with the Chief
partner, you know, Imelda. Well one of our big clients got hit
with a massive lawsuit, so the golf got canned and we all had to
be back at the office to sort out some strategies. Plus we've
just taken on some new lawyer and she thinks she's God gift.
Emma's her name; she's already hit on one of the secretaries,
Markie. She will have trouble with him."
Markie was already engaged to a prison warden called Stella. I
think if Stella found out that someone was hitting on her boy.
She'd be around there like a shot and sort the woman out there
and then.
Soon the boys came back downstairs wearing their leotards. Terrie
was wearing his purple leotard and Julian was wearing a shocking
pink leotard with matching tights.
"Have fun boys!"
I waved them off as Martina pulled out of the driveway and sped
off down the hill. I felt so lucky to have two pretty boys and a
handsome and intelligent woman for a wife. Now that I was alone
again I could get on with my chores as a househusband. I know a
lot of men complain about housework but as I see it, it defines
what a man is. He is the little laddie of the house and it is a
duty to keep a house spotless for his wife and family.
I walked back into my kitchen and started to prepare dinner,
Steak au Poivre. I got the recipe from a boyfriend at a coffee
morning organised by the local church for us men to get together
and have a natter. The new vicar has been with us for two weeks
now and the boys get giggly when they see her. The Rev. Alison
Sprackley had been a missionary to Africa and instrumental over
here with the New People's Church. She is also single and very
attractive. I keep telling Gerry, my singleton boyfriend, that he
should make himself available to help her with the church. I drop
hints that a vicar's husband is a very desirable thing to be.
Although my brother Roger would be a fine catch as well. He works
as a secretary for an oil company in the city. Good job we have
arranged to lunch tomorrow.
I started early enough in the morning, slipping on a red blouse
and black skirt, I prepared the children's and wife's breakfast.
Julian was first down to the table.
Today was the first day in his school's summer dress. It was
quite a warm day so he didn't wear any tights. His sandals
exposed his newly painted nails. The rich red colour went well
with the pink check of his dress.
Terrie also bounded down the stairs in his green chequered dress
of his primary school.
"Hello my pretty little prince," I gave him a big hug.
"I love you daddie!" I was touched by all this. Martina was last
to join the table. She worn her grey pin stripe suit and the
crisp, white shirt I ironed for her. Her necktie was the very
sober blue one; she got from the firm last year. Today was going
to be a big day.
"Morning darling." We kissed and she gave me a small pat on the
behind.
"Not in front of the children."
"Can't I kiss my own beautiful husband on a day like this?"
"Yes you can, but keep you roving hands to yourself!"
"Mum, I'm eating breakfast," remarked Jools. He adjusted the Alan
band in his hair.
"Martina, I am going swimming this morning then I'm off to meet
my brother for lunch."
"Roger eh! How is the foxy babe?" Martina had a soft spot for
him, but I knew it was harmless. I got the feeling she was trying
to deflect attention away from whatever was in her head.
"He's fine. Still filing, taking letters and arranging business
trips."
"His boss should take him as well. He'd be useful alongside them,
just like his brother." Martina made reference to how we met.
I was a young boy just starting in his first job in the typing
pool. She was just out of college and raring to make and
impression on his firm. I managed to catch his eye and before
long, I was his new secretary.
"I remember those frighteningly short skirts you used to wear at
work, Ronnie dear! And in the summer, you was an absolute picture
in that floral concoction."
"Please baby, you'll make the children sick." Terrie was making
the sign of putting his fingers down his throat"
"Now everybody, we'd better get you off to where you want to go.
I'll drop you off at the station dear and the kids to school."
After dropping the kids at school and giving them both a parting
kiss, I dropped wifey of at the station. I watch she joined her
fellow commuters on the station. I felt a little sorry for her
and the other women in their suits when all the men were dressed
in light summer dresses and a short skirts. They are a lot cooler
when the whether is hot.
I drove on to the pool. Having found an easy spot to park at. I
got out of the car and strolled over to the entrance of the pool.
It was men-only morning there so ogling women wouldn't distract
us.
As I was a regular swimmer there, I would see quite a few men I
know from there. Matty and Dammie came just about two minutes
before me and were already changed into their swimsuits.
Matty wore his black and grey Speedo racer back suit. The leg was
very high cut, but he was an adept swimmer. Dammie was less able
and swam to keep in tone. His swimsuit was more really for
relaxing in. It was a blue and green floral patterned suit with a
low scoop back. Quite masculine.
I changed into my sporty red swimsuit did the zipper up at the
back, put my swimming cap on and proceeded to the pool.
All the lanes were quite full. The elder men were in the slower
lanes taking it easy. Most had the old-style swim caps with
plastic flowers adoring them. I noticed Reggie; he was the same
age as my father and an old friend of his. They played bowls
together on Fridays.
He was wearing a very lurid flowery swimsuit with a scoop back. I
didn't like that swimsuit but it's what the old dears wear and I
suppose when I am older I'd be wearing similar.
I entered the pool, and put my head under the water to
acclimatise myself. The water poured through my suit and made it
cling to my chest. I always loved that feeling.
After about forty lengths I was starting to get tired. I edged
out of the pool and made my way back to the changing rooms.
Again, just ahead of me was Mattie. I thought I'd better say
hello.
He greeted me. "Ronnie, love that swimsuit of yours, where did
you get it."
"Oh that new department store in town, G.H. Denny's. There was so
much to choose from, I almost didn't buy anything."
"That's not like you!" Mattie retorted slyly. He was drying
himself off and put his knickers on.
"Not like me at all." I said in a faux-condescending way. I had
my knickers on and was struggling with my bra.
"Dear let me help." Mattie clipped up the back of the bra. "How's
your brother?
"Roger? Funnily, I am meeting him for lunch, would you like to
come along?"
"Oooh, any other time you know darling but I have to get home and
help my father run up some dresses for my nephew's birthday
party. I said I'd help."
"Nevermind. How old is your nephew going to be?" My head popped
through my blouse, buttons were done up. I started putting my
tights on.
"Ten, Dad wanted to make a nice dress for him to wear on the day.
I thought it would be wise to make sure it is a bit up-to-date,
else there will be trouble." Mattie put his but sleeveless denim
dress over his head and did the buttons up on the front.
"Boys of today. We were never like that, were we?" I re-adjusted
the plaster on the back of my heel and put my court shoes on.
"We were, if not worse. I remember the rows with my mum about
putting on make up."
"Did she put on make up?" I hazarded a question.
"Don't be disgusting, I know you're only joking." Indeed I was,
women never wore make up, and that was the sole domain of us men.
I continued chatting with Mattie a bit longer while I put my face
on. I made sure that I was smart and presentable. The restaurant
I was going to was a bit swanky and it wouldn't do for a man to
turn up there not looking like a million dollars, or at least a
thousand.
I adjusted my skirt and headed back to the car.
Once parked up I got out of the car and headed across the road.
Nearby, a gang of construction workwomen were giving me the eye.
I ignored the shouts of "alright darling" and the like. It
something you get used to when you a good-looking man.
Once inside the restaurant I saw Roger, he was wearing his
cerise-coloured skirt suit with a cream-coloured blouse. His
shapely legs were encased in glossy tan tights that ended with
powder blue silk sandals.
We greeted each other with a kiss on both cheeks.
"Hello Roger, you are looking so well." I cooed.
"My darling brother, you are looking pretty today. That red
lipstick looks really good."
We sat and ordered each a glass of Chardonnay. We talked about
the usual boy stuff. Fashion, and babies, etc. Roger was pleased
to here that Terrie had won a place on his school's netball team.
"I always thought Terrie to be a tennis boy. Have you got him the
right kit."
"Oh yes, the school has provided him with the standard leotard
and skirt."
"How is Martina, still with the law firm?"
"Oh yes she's been made a senior partner. I bought her a new tie
to celebrate. We are thinking about going to France for the
weekend."
"Now I am jealous love. If only I could get myself a woman to
take me always from this drudgery."
The waiter bought our food to us but not before spilling some
soup over his black skirt. Luckily neither of us managed to get
strains on our outfits. I looked around at the restaurants. It
was full of businesswomen having power lunches and ladies like
myself and Roger lunching but hardly eating a thing. We both
ordered salad to keep an eye on our figures.
Roger looked so good in his skirt and there was hardly a once of
fat on his legs. I too managed to keep my figure in trim. It was
so vital for men to keep themselves looking good for their wives
to admire. I love my life here and I am grateful that things are
the way they are.
After lunch Roger still had a little time before going back to
the office to peruse the shops. In town things are a little
better and the range of shops are astounding. I love being a man
there are so many clothes shops that cater for us. We had a good
look around and I almost bought a green silk skirt but I didn't
anything to go with it.
When I told Roger about swimming, it reminded him that he needed
a new swimsuit for a holiday he was planning with some boyfriends
to the Canary Islands. I remembered when Martina and I went there
before the children were born. She had quite a muscular body then
and she looked good in her swimshorts. I recalled wearing a
bright pink swimsuit on that holiday, but I doubt it would be the
fashion nowadays.
Roger had to go back to the office before his boss got back from
her golf game. He had a lot of typing and filing to catch up on
and didn't want to work late again. He couldn't face being a
single man going home on the train, usually his boss paid for
taxi home when late working was required. The streets are not
safe for men on their own.
We kissed each other goodbye and I headed home so I could prepare
dinner for my lovely family. A man's work is never finished.
***
(If anyone wants to write other stories, using what I've written
as a basis please do. This is the kind of story I like to read
about so others wanting to continue this story please be my
guest.)
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