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My wife, My husband
I sit in the salon and think back over the changes of the past year. My
long honey blonde hair has been styled. My long nails have a new French
manicure. I slide my black silk stockings together and feel the
smoothness of my freshly waxed legs. My gold heels match my satin
blouse. The black lace of my bra peaking out matches my skirt. Anyone
looking at me would see a gorgeous woman; obviously well kept. It was
not always the case. In fact I have not always been a woman.
A little over a year ago I was a happily married man. My wife, Chris,
was attractive in an athletic way. She was a woman people would describe
as "handsome" with her strong features. She had just been notified that
an uncle she barely knew had passed away. He had left her everything,
including a mansion, several million dollars and ownership of his
consulting company.
"I can't believe it," she said, reading the legal notice again.
"I'm sorry, honey," I said.
"I hardly knew him. It's hard to feel sad. I just can't stop thinking
about the money," she said, "I'm rich." There was a certain ownership
and a subtle assertion in the way she said it.
After a few weeks of preparation, we were prepared to move into the new
home that had been willed to my wife. I had quit my job. We had sold our
house and most of our belongings.
While I was driving the several hours to our new home the idea began to
form in my mind. I had always been a closet crossdresser. I had never
had the courage to tell my wife. Chris had decided that, as a way to
feel that she earned her good fortune, she would directly run her new
company instead of selling it off or hiring a president. She had been on
the phone constantly in preparation. She was on her cell phone then
talking with the company accountants.
"I don't know if I can do this," she said after hanging up.
"Of course you can, honey. You'll be great."
"I've just been out of the business world for so long, and these guys
are all arrogant macho jerks," she said, and I planted the first seed.
"Maybe you need to go in even tougher than them; show them who is boss,"
I said.
"You're so right!" She responded.
We arrived at our amazing new home with its gated entrance, pool, tennis
court, detached six car garage and every indulgence money could buy.
After reviewing the cars parked in the garage, Chris announced she would
take the Hummer as her day to day vehicle; reasoning that it would
reinforce her tough business image. I absolutely supported that. That
night as she was unpacking her clothes, I pressed the issue.
"Honey, your clothes won't do. Those sharks will laugh you out of your
own boardroom."
"What do you mean?" She asked.
"You can't go in there in a skirt and silk blouse. You have to present
an image of power."
"You're so right, honey. We'll go shopping tomorrow."
At the mall the next day, Chris rejected everything she found in each
woman's department. Soon we found ourselves in a men's store, and Chris
was admiring a black pinstriped suit.
"That's what I need!" She said.
"Well, that would certainly make a statement."
"It's perfect. I'll scare the shit out of those assholes."
Some time later we left the store with several custom tailored suits,
braces, monogrammed shirts, power ties and clunky men's shoes. Chris was
practically gloating but stopped in the middle of the mall.
"This won't work," she said.
"Why not dear?" I asked.
"Lingerie!" She practically shouted it.
"What do you mean?"
"No matter how strong I look in my power suit, I'll feel weak knowing
I'm wearing pink satin panties."
I smiled and agreed that she was absolutely right. We left with several
pairs of boxers and cotton T-shirts.
That night she wandered around the house in her boxers and a wife beater
tank top and drinking beer.
"God, I feel so strong!" She said. She had removed all her makeup and
jewelry. "This hair has got to go," she continued.
The next day she came home in black slacks, a navy blue polo shirt,
men's slip on loafers, and her brown hair cut short and slicked back.
Without makeup, she looked like a pretty man. In the polo shirt her very
small breasts now looked like a good set of pecs. She grabbed me around
the waist and kissed me deeply. As I responded, she grabbed my ass and
told me what she was going to do to me later. I melted in her arms.
A couple days later we were walking along the street holding hands.
Chris was dressed in khakis and an oxford shirt. A car full of teenagers
drove past and yelled "fags" at us. This seemed to please Chris
immensely.
"Those dumb fuckers thought I was a guy!" She exulted. She had taken to
swearing a lot.
"Yes, dear," I replied demurely.
I helped her dress for her first day of work. She put on a pair of white
BVD's, T-shirt, black cotton socks, her black double breasted suit, a
white monogrammed shirt with gold cuff links, and black imported
loafers. As soon as she drove away in her hummer, I put on a pair of
pink satin panties and bra she no longer wore and fantasized about my
"husband" going off to work.
"Baby, I'm home!" She yelled as she came in the door that night. I was
in the kitchen making dinner, and she came up behind me, grabbed me
around the waist and nuzzled my neck.
"Those dickheads didn't know what hit them," she said.
"I knew you'd be wonderful, darling," I replied, "dinner's almost ready.
Go put your feet up and I'll bring you a scotch."
This continued on for several weeks. I assumed the role of housewife in
everything but appearance, and Chris exuberantly assumed the role of
"man of the house." She began directing me on what to do, how to dress
and definitely took the aggressive role in our lovemaking. I would lay
quietly in bed as she fondled and caressed me and eventually mounted me;
always on top. During the day, while she was at work, I would dress up
as the wife I had become but always changed just before Chris came home.
One day, one of the tabloid television shows had an episode about
couples who had swapped roles and genders. I thought it was the perfect
opportunity to go to the next step and tivo'ed it. I had it running in
Chris' study when she came home. I brought her a scotch on the rocks and
told her to relax while I finished dinner.
That night Chris was in bed in her boxers and T-shirt when I came out of
the bathroom. She had a strange grin on her face. I noticed one of her
old black satin nightgowns on the bed. She looked at it pointedly then
at me. I picked it up and pulled it over my head; feeling its silky
smoothness as it fell around me. I had of course worn it many times
before. I stood trying to look nervous.
"You look so hot, baby," Chris said and pulled me onto the bed.
The sex that night was fabulous. Chris kept running her hands up and
down my satin covered body and telling me how sexy I was. That was the
first time she spread my legs, and when he truly became my husband in my
mind.
The next morning I kept my nightgown on while I prepared breakfast.
Chris came into the kitchen and pulled me to him; shoving his tongue
deep into my mouth. I hungrily sucked it as he rubbed my ass. That was
Chris' first "quickie" as he fucked me on a kitchen chair, kissed me and
left for work.
I could have probably gone all the way then but wanted to be careful.
That day I shaved my whole body smooth. When Chris came home I was
wearing just jeans and a T-shirt but had pink satin panties and bra on
underneath. I had splashed some perfume on as well. He looked almost
disappointed to see me. I snuggled against him on the couch as we
watched television. As soon as his roving hand got inside my jeans and
found my satin panties, my jeans were soon off and he was making love to
me on the couch. I began moaning and found that the more I moaned and
squealed, the more he grunted and thrust harder. My wife had truly
become a man; even turned on by satisfying his woman.
The next day I made a salon appointment. I entered as a man but left as
a woman. My eyebrows were plucked. My hair was dyed blonde and
extensions added that hung to the small of my back. My nails were
lengthened and polished. My makeup was elegant and alluring; befitting
my position as wife of a wealthy man. As I strutted down the sidewalk,
the first time I had ever been outside dressed, I could feel the weight
of my double D cup breast forms. I did some more shopping and hurried
home for my husband.
I was in the bedroom when Chris came home. "I'm in the bedroom,
darling," I called when he yelled for me.
I was dressed in a pink satin waist cincher, matching bra and panties,
silky suntan stockings, white pumps with a five inch heel, sheer white
robe with feather trim, white satin gloves, a string of pearls around my
neck and pearl drop earrings. I stood posing as Chris walked in, and
smiled seductively as he stood staring at me.
"Do you approve my darling husband?" I cooed.
He apparently did because he pushed me onto the bed and lay on top of
me. He kissed me and fondled me, and I was in heaven.
"Wait darling. I have another surprise for you," I gasped as he kissed
my neck.
I had him stand in front of the full length mirror, and I kneeled beside
him. Looking in the mirror, I saw a powerful, handsome man with his
sexy, obedient woman. I unfastened his belt and lowered his pants and
boxers. Then I pulled a box from under the bed and put his strap on cock
on him. I stroked it with my satin glove as he admired himself in the
mirror.
"Do you like it, darling?" I asked as I kissed it softly, leaving pink
lipstick marks on it.
He responded by grabbing my long hair and gently but firmly guiding my
mouth onto his cock. It was my first blow job. He then proceeded to fuck
me in every way I could imagine possible. I fell asleep in his strong
arms with his cock pressing against me.
I awake from my reverie and think I need to hurry. My husband will be
home soon.
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