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Surprised
"Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my house?"
I froze in place. Scared shitless, I almost peed my panties. I had just
come down stairs and was walking through the living room and into the
kitchen. Just as I reached the threshold; I heard my wife, Linda ask
the question. I was terrified. Bile rose up in my throat. I could taste
the bitterness of it. This was the worst moment of my life, the very
one I most feared. It was about to get a whole lot worse.
Married 4 years, Linda was supposed to be on her way to the airport for
a 3-day symposium in Atlanta. I had prepared for her departure like a
military operation. My clothes were in the spare bedroom, all ready to
go. I had pretended to go to work and watched from up the street as she
drove off in her blue Toyota to the airport. I waited 5 minutes and
headed home to change into my new black corset, stockings and heels. I
was in full makeup and had on Linda's little Vera Wang dress. She had
left the house some 3 hours earlier. Enough time for me to take a
bubble bath, shave, put my hair in hot rollers, get dressed, brush out
my hair, do my makeup and make my way downstairs.
"I'm calling the cops", she said. The bile rising, I spun around and
walked toward her. She backed up to maintain her distance. I panicked
as she spoke into her cell phone and started to report an intruder.
"No! I screamed. "It's me, Linda, Danny." I saw recognition cross her
face. OH MY GOD! "No, No officer. It's, it's OK. It's not an intruder.
I was just surprised. I'm sorry. Yes. Yes. OK. No, I don't need a
patrol car. Yes." She hung up.
"It is all over the news, all flights have been cancelled. It's awful.
The trade center has been hit. They came down. So I came home." She
mumbled. 40 seconds later a cop was at our door. I saw the flashing red
lights thru the sheer curtains. Linda looked at me, then the door, then
back to me.
"I guess I better answer that. You obviously, are in no condition." She
spoke softly to the officer at the door for several minutes. Their
conversation so low I could not make out a word, though I was only 10
feet away.
Linda gently closed the door. Tears running down her cheeks. "He said
there are reports that thousands are dead, maybe as many as 10
thousand." She was in full crying mode. I still had no idea what she
was talking about. Seeing my confusion she turned on the TV. "Take that
dress off and get cleaned up, NOW!
I froze. I was unable to comprehend what had happened. The TV showed
the footage of the first tower collapsing.
"GET OUT OF MY FUCKING DRESS. NOW!! YOU FUCKING LITTLE PERVERT. DO YOU
HEAR ME?" She was screaming and crying. I ran across the living room,
my high heels clicking loudly on the hardwood floors. I felt Linda's
eyes burrow through my back as I climbed the stairs to our bedroom. I
quickly stripped off her dress careful to avoid getting my makeup on
it. I stripped, picked up my things and headed into the spare room to
change back in my jeans and polo shirt. I washed my face using Linda's
makeup remover and lots of soap and water. In less than 6 minutes I was
back standing in our living room. Linda was sitting on the couch
staring at the TV. Tears rolling down her cheeks.
"How could you? How could you do this to me? Why? Are you gay or what?"
Suddenly she got up from the couch and walked toward me. I held out my
arms to hug her and tell her how sorry I was. She looked into my eyes
and I saw her hurt. Suddenly, she was pounding on my chest. "You
bastard. You fucking bastard" She pummeled me with both fists and
buried her head and cried. "Of all the fucking things I could come home
to... I can't be around you right now. I hate you. Hate you. My things
are in the car., I'm leaving. I...I just can't stand look at you. I
can't take your lies, your deceptions. What we... what I thought we
had; was it all built on lies? I obviously don't know you. I thought I
did, I thought we loved each other, but I was obviously wrong. Wrong
about a lot of things."
I tried to tell to tell her I loved her and that I was sorry, but every
time I opened my mouth to speak Linda told me to shut up.:" I don't
want to hear your voice, your lies. Just shut the f,,, up and keep
quiet. I need a minute to think.
Linda was a lawyer, a litigator; one of the best in her firm. She was
cold and calculating when she had to be. This was one of those times.
It was also a saving grace. She was not impulsive or rash. I may be
able to reason with her when she cools down. At least I prayed that was
true.
"I'm leaving. Either my lawyer or I will call you Dan. I have some
thinking to do. You had better not touch any of my things. If you have
any hope of us ever being together, you had better not touch anything
that belongs to me. Anything." Linda walked out the door and never
looked back. She didn't tell me where she was going or when she would
be back. I was devastated. The love of my life just walked out of my
life. Maybe forever. I had nobody to blame but myself. I hated myself.
I sat on the couch and cried. Cried that I had probably lost Linda.
Lost her love and her respect. I cried over the NY City disaster. I
watched the towers fall over and over and over again and through it all
I cried. For myself, for Linda, for all the victims. I finally fell
asleep at 2 in the morning.
The next morning I called Linda's office. She wasn't there. By that
night, I was very worried that she had walked out of my life forever.
Worried that, as upset as she was, she might have gotten into a car
accident.
We had met in collage and it was love at first sight- at least for me.
Linda was tall, perhaps 5-91/2 to my 5-8. She was very pretty with
wide-set green eyes. The greenest eyes I had ever seen. A very tight
body; she weighed perhaps 125 pounds. Nice, rounded hips and perfect C
cup breasts. With her long neck and dark brown hair, which fell to the
middle of her back, Linda turned heads whenever we went out. What had I
done? How could I be so stupid? Why was I born this way? Why wasn't I
normal?
Day two came and went. Day three as well. On day four I was frantic. I
called her work 5 times and then started that night on her friends.
Tracy, Lucy, Georgette, Susan, none had seen or heard from her since
Tuesday morning. It was now Friday. On Saturday I called her sister,
mother and Becky. Nothing. Finally, that afternoon I hit pay dirt. I
called her cousin Gina. She hung up on me. I called back with the same
result. On the third call Gina spoke to me. "You fucking bastard, I
don't know what you did, but Linda has been crying for 5 days. She
refuses to talk to me. She definitely doesn't want to talk with you. I
should have Tommy beat the shit out of you for hurting her. If I find
out that you touched her I'll have Tommy take a bat to that thick skull
of yours. Now don't call here again or I'll call the cops." The phone
slammed in my ear. Gina's threat was real. Tommy was 6-4 and 250
pounds. He wouldn't need a bat to beat the shit out of me.
At least I knew where she was. She was not with another guy or alone.
She was safe. Gina never liked me, but she was very close to Linda. Tom
was a mountain of muscle that was very protective of Gina and her
family. I actually found myself breathing easier. Linda was safe and
alive. My joy was to be short lived.
Showdown
Sunday night Linda came home. "I'm not staying. I came to talk.' She
said as I opened the door for her. "Don't touch me. Don't say anything.
Just sit and listen". She pointed to the couch. I sat on the couch.
Linda sat across from me in the wing chair.
"First, you will stop calling work, my friends and family. I am staying
at Gina's for now. Don't call her either, or Tommy may stop by and make
that point more forcefully. I have not decided what I, or we, are going
to do. I stopped by to get some things. "
"But Linda." I started to whine.
"NO! Shut up. I don't want to speak to you. I can't. If you force this
right now it will not be good for you or for us, if there is to be an
us in the future. Come with me." I followed her up the stairs into our
bedroom.
"I want you to take all the things that you wore, or tried on that were
mine and place them on the bed. Everything. Do you understand? I nodded
but did not speak. I went into her closet and pulled out the dress she
had caught me in along with a red mini dress and a black leather skirt
and a white blouse. I opened her lingerie dresser and pulled out a pair
of white panties and matching bra and placed them with the dress and
other clothes. Two pairs of pantyhose joined the collection,
"Is that it? Is that all of it? "Yes Linda, that's everything." I
whispered. "Where are the other things? I know you have worn more. You
did not just wear these few things. She picked up the bra and threw it
at me. "Put it on, and these too. She threw the panties at me. "Do It.
Put them on. I want to see you dressed."
"Linda, please don't do this. Don't make me."
"Put them on Danny. Put them on now, or I'm walking out and never
coming back." She was serious. I knew that by the steel in her voice
and the look in her eyes. I stripped and pulled the panties up my legs.
I hooked the bra around my waist and spun it around and pulled the
straps up on my shoulders. "You have had lots of practice I see. Put
this on' She handed me the red dress. I slipped the dress over my head
and pulled it down. "You need a slip do you have one? I shook my head
no. Stockings. You had on stockings or pantyhose where are they?"
"In the back bedroom closet. On the top shelf, the brown suitcase."
"Go get it and show me"
I left and returned a minute later with the suitcase and placed it on
the bed. "Open it and show me every item in there."
"Please Linda, please, please don't."
"Listen up Dan. You will do as I say or I am out of here. I don't
intend to say it again. Do you understand me? Now show me every item in
there." I opened the case and pulled out one item at a time. Linda had
me tell her where and when I got each item. Stockings, garter belt,
panties & bras in black, white and red, my black corset, pink bustier,
white waist cincher, pantyhose, and makeup all came out piece by
excruciating piece. 2 pairs of 4 inch pumps, a pair of high heeled
strappy sandals, clip on earrings, rings, acrylic nails, faux pearl
necklace and earring set, and the most embarrassing thing, an 8 inch
dildo. I had acquired most of the stuff via mail order since we were
married. A few items I bought at the mall.
"Is this everything Danny?" "Yes. That's everything, I swear. Linda"...
"Don't say a word, Dan. Just listen to me. You hurt me. You hurt me
very badly. You, in effect, lied to me. You didn't trust me. You
deceived me. You hid things from me. The bonds of trust have been
broken. Broken by you. You must reestablish that trust. Only you can do
that. Finding you like I did on that day, of all days, was devastating.
I don't know that I can ever forgive you. But I am willing to try. You
must earn my trust again and you must learn to trust me. If you want to
try, try to reestablish that bond of trust. To prove that you love me
and that we can trust and love each other then you must be ready to
trust me unconditionally. If you are ready to try to regain what I
thought we had, then you must make a decision. A choice. You must prove
that you love me and trust me again. Are you willing to do that Dan?
Prove that you love and trust me?"
I could not believe my ears. OH GOD! Let this not be a dream. I broke
down and cried. Through the tears I said "Yes." A thousand yeses.
Anything. I would do anything for things to be like they were. Name it.
Oh. Please forgive me Linda. Please come back, please, please come
back. I will change. Anything."
"Yes you will change Dan. You must change. But no, I am afraid things
could never be as they were. You cannot un-ring the bell Dan. Too much
has changed. Too many hurts, too many lies. We can be together, but I
don't know about returning to where we were. We can go on from here,
from where we are now. We can possibly go forward from here Dan. Are
you willing to do that, go on from here? Well, if you are, then I want
you to do certain things."
"First, bring my dresses to the cleaners and write me a check for
$400.00. That's for the Vera Wang. It's yours now. I could never again
wear anything that that you wore. The bra and panty set you bought for
me. So you owe me a present. The red mini is my gift to you. That
leaves the white blouse and the leather skirt. Keep the blouse and the
pantyhose and give me another $100.00 for the skirt. If I ever catch
you wearing anything, anything of mine again without permission I will
cut your balls off. Do you understand?"
I nodded my ascent. "Now I'm leaving for a few days. Remember what I
said about calling people. Get your things dry-cleaned. I will call you
when, and if, I am ready to try to trust you again." Linda quickly
packed a few items in the now empty suitcase. "By the way, you are
going to have to show me what you did with that dildo at some point; me
and perhaps some others as well." With that she walked out of our
bedroom and down the stairs. As she reached the door, Linda turned
around.
"Oh and Dan, if I do come back it will not be with you in the same
room; at least not at first. Once I trust you again, maybe. So move all
of your things into the back room. Ok honey?" The door closed behind
her and she was gone.
Days passed and I had not heard from Linda. Nobody called. Not even her
friends. She must have told them where she was and to call her at
Gina's. The second week I noticed that she came home at some point and
picked up more clothes. On the 28th I returned home from grocery
shopping and picking up the dry cleaning and found a massage on the
answering machine. It was Linda.
"Danny if you want me back I want you to get dressed in the Vera Wang I
found you in. Wear everything that you had on that morning. I will stop
by for supper at 7 tomorrow. Make that chicken parm dish that you do so
well. Make extra. I'll bring the wine. If you're not dressed, then I'll
have my lawyer serve you papers on Monday. Oh, and make sure that you
shave you legs and underarms and that you are completely hairless from
the neck down. Oh, you may want to use the Nair under the sink in the
bathroom instead of shaving. Also be prepared to show me what you do
with your dildo honey. BYE"
Dinner
At five o'clock I stepped out of the shower. The water slowly draining
in the tub due to all the hair I had shaved off. My legs were bleeding
in several places. My hands so unsteady I had nicked myself in several
places. I pulled on the black corset and attached the black stockings
to the garter clips. I shivered as the panties moved up my freshly
shaved legs. The stockings felt incredible as they rubbed together on
my legs. I sat and applied my makeup: foundation, mascara, eye shadow,
lipstick and blush. I pulled the dress on over my head and struggled to
zip it up. I hadn't worm the fake nails that morning so I could skip
that step at least. I did my hair using the hot rollers again. I
slipped on the black pumps and make my way down stairs.
I had started dinner before I showered so that there was very little
left to do. I paced. Linda said make extra. Did she mean others were
coming? Oh God I hoped not; I could not stand that. I would just die.
But I had to trust her. This whole exercise was about trust. Wasn't it?
Linda arrived 10 minutes early and came back into the kitchen. She
handed me the wine and kissed me on the check. Rather coolly I thought.
"I'm so glad to see your dressed Dan. I really am. But I can't keep
calling you Dan when you're dressed like this can I? What should I call
you? Danielle? Yes, I rather like Danielle. I like your hair like that,
by the way. It's cute with all the curls. If you going to continue to
dress though you need better makeup. That foundation is too dark for
your complexion and the blush is too pink. Don't worry, you will learn.
It takes practice and a few techniques. I bought you a present." She
handed me a small wrapped box. "It's your own perfume. Every girl needs
her own signature scent. This is called White Shoulders. I know you
like it. I wore it on our first date and it seemed to drive you crazy.
Boys find it very sexy. Wear this on a date and they are guaranteed to
try to get into your panties. Put it on for me OK? Behind your knees,
ears and the inside of your wrist."
I thanked her for the present and put it on as directed. "Are you
hungry?" I asked. Linda took my hand and we sat down to eat. I was too
afraid to ask about company. We drank the wine and then went into the
living room where Linda explained what she thought our new life
together would be like.
"I have done a lot of research the past several weeks Danielle. I have
had a lot to think about. I found that this...this... dressing is a
compulsion which most are unable to control or outgrow. I have decided
that since you are unable or unwilling to control yourself, then I will
do it for you. If you are going to dress like a woman then you are
going to act like one too. This will require practice and dedication on
your part and the maintaining of discipline on my part. This also
fundamentally changes our relationship as well. You could never fulfill
the male role in my eyes again. Since you cannot live up to the male
role, I think that you should take on the female role since I plan for
you to dress and act in that role from here on in any case. Don't
worry, I will teach you. You already look the part and now with just a
few minor changes you will be perfect."
I could hardly speak. I was stunned. Linda wanted me to look and act
like a girl? Did I understand her correctly? No way.
Just then, Linda got up and took my hand and led me upstairs. She
walked into the back bedroom and checked in the dresser and closet. She
turned around with a smile on her face. I had moved my things into this
room. "Oh Danielle. You did exactly as I asked, that's so good." She
said. She kissed me on the cheek. Obviously pleased that I had followed
her directions. "Turn around now honey and tell me what you see." I
turned and saw myself in the full length mirror. I looked like a girl,
a pretty girl at that. Skinny but a girl never-the-less.
"How can you ever be a husband, be my husband? How could SHE ever be
mistaken for a man?" Pointing to the image in the mirror. Linda reached
up and unzipped my dress. It definitely was my dress now. She eased it
down my shoulders and kissed each one as it was exposed. That sent a
shiver down my spine to my toes. She smoothed it down my waist and over
my hips till I stood before her in my sexy underwear.
"This is so lovely Danielle. You look just like a porn star. This is
like something you always wanted me to wear but I never would. Looks
like one of us really likes it now. This is what a woman wears when she
wants to get her man all hard and horny. Is that why you wear it
Danielle? To get men excited? Well this little guy at least likes it."
Linda reached down and ran a finger over my fast hardening penis. I
shivered in delight. "Seems like my little Danielle likes the way she
looks. Now show me what you do with your dildo."
I hesitated. "Show me Danielle. Want does my girl do with her fat cock.
Do you suck it?" I shivered as Linda kissed my shoulders again and
nibbled on my neck. "Do you shove it up your pussy?" Her hands slid
down my body, one in front, and one in back. A wet finger entered my
ass. "Well, tell me Danielle. What do you do with it? I know that you
at least suck on it. I saw the lipstick stains. Go get it now." I
reached into the nightstand and took out the jelly dildo and handed it
to her. "There is only one way to suck cock properly, Danielle. On your
knees! Now!"
"Linda, I can't. Please, I beg you, don't do this. Don't make me do
this, please. I love you. I'm sorry I never told you. I was wrong. "
"Yes, you were wrong. Dam straight you were wrong. You had a whole
other life that you hid from me. Hid it because you knew, or thought
you knew, I would not understand or approve. But you're not hiding
anymore. Not from me. To demonstrate that fact, you are going to show
me what you did while dressed up in my clothes. Everything you did. You
sucked this jelly cock alone, now you're going to show me. But if you
are going to look like a girl, I'm going to ensure that you do it
right. So, on your knees Danielle and get busy sucking.
Linda held the dildo at her crotch. The jelly rod, with the
realistically shaped head, obscenely pointed down. I slowly sank to my
knees before her. Linda moved forward till the head touched my lips.
"Open up honey and show me what a horny slut you really are. Start
sucking Danielle."
When I hesitated, Linda rubbed the dildo across my lips. "OK, we will
start with the basics. Don't be scared. I find this very sexy. Take my
cock in your hands and gently stroke it. Go on, don't be afraid. From
now on this is my cock. What is this Danielle?" Linda rubbed the dildo
on my cheek. "Say it, tell me what it is."
"It's your cock, Linda."
"That's right Danielle. It's my cock. So let's start slow. Put your
hands on my cock and stroke it up and down. That's very good. Now kiss
the head. A nice wet kiss Danielle. See, it's not so hard is it? Now
lick it like an ice cream cone. Get it nice and wet. Oh Danielle,
you've done this before, I can tell. Now, start sucking my cock,
honey."
Linda grabbed the hair at the back of my head and forced my head down.
Soon, I had half the 8 inch cock in my mouth when her hips started to
move as well. This forced more down my throat and I started to gag.
"Looks like my Danielle needs a little practice. I'll make sure you get
all the cock you need honey. That's it. I like your enthusiasm. As you
know, I never liked sucking your cock. I'm glad to see that you're such
an eager student and you enjoy sucking my cock. You do enjoy sucking my
cock don't you?"
With my mouth full I could only nod and moan. Linda pulled the dildo
out of my mouth. "Tell me you love sucking my cock Danielle. Tell me
you want to taste my cum. Say it. I want to hear you beg for my cock
and to taste my cum."
When I hesitated, Linda started to turn away." Say it or I am leaving
Danielle." The look in her eyes told me she was serious. Still on my
knees I did what she wanted. I begged. "Please Linda don't go. I love
sucking your cock."
"And the rest Danielle, are you going to say it all or do I walk?" I
swallowed whatever pride I had left and begged. "Please stay Linda and
let me suck your cock and taste your cum." "Good girl Danielle. Now was
that so hard?" Linda stepped forward and offered me her dildo. "I want
to see real enthusiasm, Danielle. That's it baby, that's the right way
to suck cock. Now look up at me while you suck. Men love that."
"Did you mean it when you said you wanted to suck cock and eat cum
Danielle?" All I could do was moan around the cock that was lodged in
the back of my throat. "Good, good, because I hoped you did. Remember I
said you were going to show me everything you did while you were
dressed? Well, I know that you jerked off into your panties, I saw the
stains honey. Dried cum is not easy to wash out. So rub your clit for
me Danielle. Bring yourself off as you suck this cock"
I came almost as soon as I touched myself." Now Danielle, take all of
that nasty cum in your hand and put it on my cock. That's it, get it
all up there. Now take your panties off and give them to me. Ok good.
Now clean my cock with your mouth." When I hesitated, Linda grabbed me
by the hair and shoved her cock in back my mouth. "Start sucking, I
want it nice and clean."
The taste wasn't as bad as I feared. I hoped that Linda would stop all
this if I showed her I was sorry and I cooperated with her.
"Well, it seems my little girl is quite good with her mouth; perhaps we
could get you the real thing. Would you like that honey?" "Now, tell me
Danielle, did you ever use this in your cute little butt while you were
dressed? Did you try it at least?"
"No Linda. No, I didn't do that." I lied. I had tried it but it was too
big and painful. But after today I would never admit that to Linda.
"Well we shall see what you did or didn't do. For now, get cleaned up.
And put the nightie on that I laid out for you.
"Danielle, from now on till I tell you otherwise, you will dress as I
tell you. That means bras and panties everyday, all day. It means that
while you are at home you will wear dresses or a skirt and blouse. No
pants. Since you work from home 50% of the time you will have lots of
time to practice and perfect your look. You want to be a girl. I'm
going to make dam sure you make a convincing one or else. You wanted to
look like a girl well you're going to get your wish, in spades."
"Linda, why can't you be reasonable. This is... what you want is so
over the top."
"Over the top. I'll give you over the top. You prancing around in my
bra and panties, my makeup and dress on, getting yourself off, in
effect cheating on me, that's over the top. This has been going on all
these years and you never told me. Never tried to tell me. That's not
over the top? Well you had your fun without me and now I'm taking
control. If you don't like it, or if I ever hear one complaint out of
you, you're out of here buster. There is the door. You don't like it,
well, too dam bad. You have two choices. Stay or leave."
"If you stay it will be under my terms and conditions. Leave and you
don't come back. I'll file for divorce and give the exact reasons and
make sure everyone knows; your friends, family, coworkers, everyone. I
told you there were going to be changes made. That we could only move
forward. Well it is full speed ahead into womanhood for you. "
"You hurt and humiliated me. Betrayed me. Cheated on me. Well it's
payback time. Not because I want to get even. Although, I admit that is
a part of it, but you need to show me that you love and cherish me by
accepting your punishment. Accept the humiliation and embarrassment.
You need, Danielle, to reestablish the trust we once had.
"I had hoped that we could avoid a direct confrontation but you now
choose otherwise. So make your choice. Go down stairs and get the
scissors and cut up all your male underwear then put your pretty
nightie on. Or get the suitcase and pack up you things and leave. I
told you would have to make some choices Danny. Well, this is the big
one. Danielle or Dan which is it to be. Danielle gets to stay and dress
pretty for me and become the girl of her dreams and stay with me. Dan
moves out, gets divorced and becomes a laughing stock, looses his wife,
friends, probably his job. It's your choice. You have 5 minutes... .
What is it to be?
Angelica
- 01.02.2021
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