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TRANSFORMATION By Bea CHAPTER 1 Enid uncoiled from her chair and sauntered over towards me. She still held the half finished drink in her hand. Concentrating on my embroidery I didn't look up right away, but could hear the tinkle of the ice cubes as she neared me. "Like another drink dear?" I asked, suddenly afraid that she would think I was ignoring her and raising my eyes. "No thank you pet," she replied. "Just thought I'd see how your needlework is doing. Let's see, eh?" And she held her hand out. "Could I just finish this little bit please?" I asked. "I'll just be a second." A flicker of annoyance crossed her face, but she nodded her acceptance, so I added a couple of more stitches then handed my handiwork over for her examination. "That's very nice dear," she said, a note of surprise in her voice after looking at it for about fifteen seconds. "You're really coming along, aren't you? I mean, this stuff is really delicate." Try as I would to repress it, my pleasure at her compliment brought a blush to my face. She handed my embroidery hoop back to me, grinning. "I really should have guessed that you'd be good at this sort of thing you know, but I'll admit that you constantly surprise me at just how quickly you pick things up. Or? Is it Linda that's a good teacher?" I was on the horns of a dilemma. If I agreed that Linda deserved the credit, I was giving her more than what I felt to be her due. At the same time, if I told the truth, I was laying myself open for more remarks about my 'natural' bent for things feminine. I decided to compromise. "Probably a little of both." I admitted, but then couldn't leave things alone. "Do I really have to have Linda coming around as often now? She gets really bossy with me at times. Comes to the door just about any time she feels like it, then walks around as if she owns the place." Enid shook her head ruefully. "I'm sorry pet. But I felt from the beginning that I wanted her to keep an eye on your progress, and I just don't see any other way." She paused for a second, then continued, "Yes, I can see that Linda is kinda rough on you - but let's face it, lots of women have a sort of ... I don't know ... a kinda contempt for ... eh ... feminine men ..." "But I'm only doing what you ...." I started. "Shush while I'm talking. OK?" she said severely. "Sorry." I replied meekly. "It's well, like this..." she continued. "You get a man starting to do the woman's jobs around a house, simply because his wife 'wants' him to? Then allowing her to get a 'trainer' so that he can learn to do them even better? That's not very masculine you know. Then, I mean to say..." Here she giggled a little bit "... being taught knitting and crocheting? Embroidery even! Doing delicate little repairs to his wife's lingerie. Wouldn't you say that a man like that might be kinda womanish? C'mon now, tell me the truth. Don't you agree?" I blushed some more. Hung my head. She continued, "And Linda's like me, I guess. Sort of wants to know how far she can push you, before you start pushing back." "But she's bigger than me." I complained. "And I don't think it's fair!" "Well then. That probably explains why you don't push back. You're frightened of her," she said. "And let's face it darling? Whoever said that life was fair?" She smiled a sympathetic smile as she said this, then added, "But let's get away from this subject. You may not be seeing Linda for a while anyway - I've got something I want to talk to you about. But before we drop her as a topic of conversation. Did she show you how to wax your legs today? Then, did you shave under your arms like I asked?" "That waxing really stings," I said in reply. "And I did shave my underarms. But how come I'm not going to see Linda ...?" She held up her hand to stop my question. "Good. You'll be nice and smooth for a while..." She leaned over and stroked my thigh. "Just the way I wanted. Thank goodness you don't shave much. I like you nice and smooth. Don't know what I'd do if I had married a man that had to shave his face every day, and had hair on his body - ugh!" She raised her glass and finished her drink. Then held the glass out towards me. "Guess I'll take you up on your offer after all. Make yourself one while you're at it. We'll talk when you get back." Bemused by the sudden developments she'd just introduced, I took her glass and put my embroidery down. Started towards the bar in the kitchen. As I did so, I saw her walk into the hall, and heard her open the hall closet door. Didn't think any more about it. I made her a fresh Jack Daniels on the rocks and mixed a tequila sunrise for myself. Put them on a tray and carried them back into the living room. She had returned to her chair. On the ground beside her was a gift- wrapped parcel, topped with a shimmering ribbon that was tied into a large extravagant bow. She made no sign that it was for me, so I made no reference to it, just handed her glass to her, then sat on my own chair. She took a healthy pull at her drink. Licked her lips with appreciation. Smiled at me. All of a sudden, I was nervous again. I took a sip of my own drink. "You know pet?" she started. "When we first got married? I was so impressed by your opinions on .. just about everything I guess. I mean, you were so goddamned confident in your own opinions ... so ... Godlike in your own invincibility..." I opened my mouth to speak, but she held up a warning hand and silenced me. "And then," she continued, "time started taking it's toll. I started seeing that you had feet of clay. Couldn't hold a job - even low level clerical ones. And the excuses? My god! The excuses for losing one position after the other? And when I started bringing in more money than you?" She took another sip of her drink. Giggled a little into her glass. "And, in these days, you've no idea of how much I wanted some help around the house - dishes, washing up, making beds - anything!" She fixed a suddenly baleful eye on me. "But there weren't many offers coming from you, were there?" It was obviously a rhetorical question, so I just looked down into my glass. "Then I started pulling in some pretty good money, didn't I?" she continued. "Started getting increasing responsibility at work myself? Started seeing you for the weakling you were?" She took another pull at her glass. Smiled over the rim at me. "So, you know? I wasn't too surprised when you grabbed at the opportunity, when I suggested that you stay home, get out of the competitive rat race altogether. I knew of course that you didn't expect me to saddle you with all of the housework - but you didn't put up too much of a struggle when push came to shove, did you?" She held her hand up to cut off any reply I wanted to make. "At first, all I wanted was for you to do all the womanish jobs that I hated," she continued. "Make you all pissed off, the way I'd been. But then I noticed. You weren't upset at all. Settled quite nicely into your TV soaps in the afternoon and cooking and washing and ... all these other little domesticated chores. Then I got Linda to come around. I mean? Even I didn't realize what a perfect choice she was. Low self esteem, "I wanted to see how you'd react to a woman giving you hints - showing you - how to be a housewife - maybe a 'wife' as well? You did really well too, didn't you? So much so, that Linda started to recognize you for the sissy you are. Do you have any idea how much you've assisted in raising her self esteem? Learned to make demands on you. Boss you around a little, eh? And here you are now, all nice and docile. Do what I ask, do as you're told. Do what Linda tells you to do as well." She sniggered. "Even get a wax job - and shave under your arms?" She grinned at my obvious embarrassment. "You even blush like a woman for chrissake!" Then she took a deep breath and another sip of her drink before starting to talk again. "But, looking back? I still felt there was something missing. Then last month at Phylis's dinner? You helping her and the girls clear up?" Puzzled, I looked at her. She shook her head in disbelief. "Still don't get it, do you? Wearing one of her nice pretty aprons while you helped. All these nice frills swaying around you while you worked with the other girls? Did you realize just how much you fitted in with them? Any idea of how close I came to making you brush out your pony tail there and then just to see how you'd look? But I started thinking instead. I really seem to enjoy watching you doing girl's things. Suppose I had you looking more like a girl? Acting more like a girl?" "What do you mean Enid?" I finally spoke - but even I could hear the frightened desperation in my voice. She shook her head in exasperation. "Makeup. Dresses. Perfume. Being all sweet and loving. What the hell do you think?" "But... But... Enid? Please? I don't... I couldn't..." "Oh shut up for God's sake! You're even sounding like a dithery woman!" she snapped. "I didn't say I was going to make you do it. I just said I was thinking about how much I'd enjoy it." She paused, then smiled a predatory smile. "But it really does turn me on, you know?" I was only partially relieved as the scary smile was still there. It even widened as she reached down for the present beside her, then handed it over towards me. "Here pet. A little present for you." Nervously, I took it from her. Managed to get a smile of thanks onto my face. "Oh! Thank you Enid. What's this in honor of?" "Oh. Nothing in particular," she replied. "C'mon, hurry! I want to see how you like them." The box was very light for something that was containing more than one thing - as evidenced by her use of the word 'them'. I was still wary though, but carefully untied the ribbon and started removing the paper (It really was pretty stuff, and I thought I might be able to use it again). When I got the box lid off, I saw the glint of what looked to be a light blue fabric under a few layers of tissue. Before I could even remove the tissue, she blurted out, "Aren't these the cutest baby dolls you've ever seen? Go on. Hold them up against yourself. I want to get an idea of how they'll look on." Aghast, I verified what she had said. I pulled the first piece from the tissue that surrounded it. I had the tops in my hand, the panties remained in the box. But she had described the present perfectly. A set of satin baby doll pajamas, light blue in color with both the tops and panties heavily ruffled in alternating layers of dark blue and pink lace. Unwillingly, but obediently, I held the tops up against my body. Turned myself to face her. "Woooo!" she mocked. "But aren't you going to at least look in the mirror? Get an idea of how you look?" she said sharply. "But you said..." I complained. "What?" "That you weren't going to make me wear ... stuff." "Well? Who said anything about you having to wear them?" I looked at her blankly over the frills of the nightwear I was holding to my body. "What have I just been saying?" she demanded. "Weren't you listening? Didn't I just tell you that you seemed to be liking the feminine things you were doing?" "Kinda... well... yes..." I countered weakly. "And didn't I also say that the idea of you in 'nice' clothes was a turn-on for me?" I could only nod in confusion. "Then? I couldn't be blamed for thinking that you might want to wear them? If not for yourself, then for me? A reasonable supposition on my part, no? I mean, you've got yourself all smooth for me. Why not do what girls do? Wear something to accentuate just how smooth you are!" "They're very ... pretty, Enid." I conceded, "but..." "That's great!" she said, riding over my intended comments. "I was really hoping you'd say that. Why don't you run upstairs and put them on? I'll be up in a couple of minutes. You can model them for me then..." "But Enid!" I wailed. She fixed me with a very cold stare. "I said I wouldn't make you wear pretty things. But I think it's very closed minded of you to refuse my gift without any hesitation - without even thinking of me - especially when you know how happy it would make me, seeing you try them on for even just a couple of minutes." The threat in her statement was obvious. At the same time - it sounded as if I could maybe get out of wearing them again. Maybe? If I just gave into her this once ....? "Oh! I didn't mean that I didn't want to wear them.." I said, grasping at straws. "It's just that it's early yet - and that movie that we wanted to watch is coming on in about thirty minutes.. But if it's just for me to try them on....?" She smiled gently at me, all traces of displeasure gone. "Aw! I'm sorry pet! I misunderstood. But there's plenty of time. Just you scoot upstairs like a bunny. Leave the glasses here - you can tidy them up during the commercials. I'll be up in a minute." In a state of internal turmoil, I saw it was useless, so went upstairs, my new nightwear in my hand. Slowly at first, then in a panic (somehow I was more frightened of my wife coming in while I was in the middle of changing, than I was of her seeing me in baby dolls for the first time) I got undressed, then put the top and panties on. Humiliated beyond measure, I still had to admit that there was a certain amount of pleasure to be had in the feel of my new clothes. She was right. The feel of the material was accentuated by the smoothness of my skin. I also couldn't resist peeking in the mirror. They actually looked quite cute, I thought. Then Enid came in, catching me unawares. Smiled at finding me in such feminine behavior. "My my my! How nice you look! Turn around. Let me see you from the back. There! That's a girl!" She came up to me. Patted my backside. "D'you like them?" "I'm not really used to them yet." I answered, evading the question as well as I could. "Well, you're just being too shy. Have a good look in the mirror, just like a girl would do. Go on now! See? Aren't you pretty in your new clothes? Go on, do a little twirl. Isn't that SO cute the way that the top bells out a little when you do?" "Yes," I answered totally humiliated. "So? You like them then?" "I'm still uncomfortable Enid. I'm sorry. Just not used to them at all." "Well that's easy to fix," she replied. "Why don't you wear them for the rest of the evening? Watch the movie in them. Then, if you like them, you can wear them to bed. How does that sound?" Inwardly, I cursed. But couldn't show my fright - so smiled at her suggestion. Thought of an excuse. "But... They are kinda flimsy Enid? Kinda cold to be sitting around in?" "Why you sly old thing you," she retorted. "You must have known I was keeping the other things back." "The ... the ... 'other' things?" I stammered. "Yes! Your matching peignoir and slippers" she said, heading for the closet. "I was keeping them for some other time, so haven't wrapped them yet, but you don't mind, do you? This way, you'll be all comfy and cozy - even your feet will be toasty warm!" And, a few minutes later, I was bedecked in a garment of chiffon layers, and a pair of slippers (matching my pajamas of course) - just a medium heel, thank goodness. Her eyes were laughing at me as she tied the fine ribbon that closed my peignoir at the neck. "Now? Why don't you sit here at the dressing table dear. We'll get your ponytail loosened up. See what we can do? Maybe even make you prettier?" And, helplessly now, sitting in front of the dressing table mirror, I watched her undo my hair ties and brush my hair out. "You're are really getting quite pretty dear." She giggled. "I'm starting to think that maybe you should have been the bride when we got married? I've still got my wedding gown. Bet you'd look sweet in it. You know? It might fit?" "Oh, please Enid..." I started wailing. "Just teasing you, you silly thing!" she laughed. "It would probably be far too big for you." Then she paused, the hairbrush in her hand. "Though, now that I think of it? Linda's a great seamstress. Maybe I'll get her to alter it to fit you? Wouldn't that be fun? Bet she'd enjoy doing it. Might even do it for free?" "Oh please Enid. Don't say things like that! Please?" But my entreaty didn't stop her from laughing softly, shaking her head in a wondering kind of way, then tying my hair up with a blue satin ribbon, finishing it with a large bow. CHAPTER 2 "There! That'll do it!" She said, satisfied. "Let's go and watch that movie, huh?" Embarrassed and humiliated, I was glad the session was over, and started leaving the room with her. But she stopped halfway towards the door. Looked at me. "This is really embarrassing.." She started to say, then paused. I knew what was expected of me. Had to ask. "What's embarrassing, Enid?" "Oh. You'll really think I'm terrible..." I knew this cue as well. "No. No, Enid. I wouldn't think that at all. What is it?" "I'm blushing" she said - although there was no sign of any such thing that I could see. "It's like this. I've always had this really strong urge to kiss ... another ... girl? You don't think me perverted or anything, do you?" Where was she coming from now? I could only look at her. Pretend some degree of understanding. "Of course not, Enid." I responded. "Perfectly normal from what I hear. Isn't it quite common for girls to have crushes on other girls?" She ignored my question and giggled theatrically. "It's nice that you're so understanding. But, you know what I mean? Somebody all soft and feminine... (Pause) lipstick? Smelling nice?" She giggled again. "See? You're all nice and soft now - and I'm just dying to hold you. But I don't suppose you'd like to help me with my little fantasy? - Just put on a teensy weensy touch of lipstick? - A dab of perfume?" Still ignoring any answer I might make, she put a firm arm around my shoulders and wheeled me back towards the very spot I'd been sitting in. And my wife gloated openly now watching as I 'voluntarily' sat at our dressing table, resplendent in feminine finery and carefully applied a couple of layers of a 'wet' lipstick to my own lips, and some dabs of perfume to my wrists, neck, and ears. At first I was silly enough to believe what she had said regarding the minimal amounts I had to apply, but after some attempts found that the 'little' amounts she had been talking about amounted to much more in the actual application. Downstairs again, she suddenly seemed to lose interest in me. I was confused, totally lost, somewhat sexually aroused to tell the truth but had no idea what was expected of me, so spent the few minutes before the movie came on clearing away our glasses and putting them in the dishwasher. My new clothes felt strange. Light and diaphanous, but strangely warm and comfortable. Gradually I became more and more used to them, until the only thing left that made me uncomfortable was the knowledge that my wife had dressed me in women's clothes, and I had been totally incapable of stopping her - and even these thoughts gradually disappeared. She was settled in her easy chair again with the TV on when I returned. She was very happy to see that I'd made her a fresh drink. Took it from me, and put it on the table beside her. I went to sit on my own chair. "Melissa?" I heard her say. "Aren't you going to come sit with me? Sit with mummy?" I wasn't really as shocked as I should have been hearing how she'd addressed me, so smiled as brightly as I could, then went back to sit beside her. She slid over on the large chair, making room for me. Put a comforting arm around me. "You don't mind if I call you Melissa, do you? You're really like this girl I had a big crush on when I was seventeen." She explained, turning me around. "She was pretty too, but I never got the chance to kiss her - she went off with a football player. You won't do anything like that, will you?" As she spoke, she was adjusting how I was sitting on her knees, the satiny smooth fabric of my peignoir assisting her, as she slithered me around to suit her. Within a minute or two I was sitting almost at right angles across her lap. I shook my head in answer to her question. Then she pulled me across her body so that I was now on my back, looking up at her, and reclining in her arms. She looked down at me. Bent over. Put her lips firmly on mine. Kissed me. The feel of the lipstick was different now that I was the one wearing it. Not altogether unpleasant, it had a smooth feel under the pressure of her lips - had a sort of 'perfumy' taste. One of her hands stroked my thigh. Worked its way up to my erection. Her tongue forced its way into my mouth and roamed around inside there. My arms snaked up, and around her neck. This may seem ridiculous, but it all seemed so natural. Enid had been gradually wearing down whatever vestiges of masculinity I had ever possessed. Gradually, I had been forced into the female role. Was now dressed in female clothes, hair beribboned, lipsticked, perfumed. Not only that - she had made it abundantly clear that she thought me a woman - and I now didn't seem capable of acting in any way other than what she wanted from me. After a few breathless moments, she pulled her head back up again. Picked up the remote, and turned the TV on. Grinned down at me. Rubbed my belly through the fabrics that enclosed me. I practically purred in response. "Some of these days" she said, "you may try and convince me that you don't like this - but you're gonna have a helluva job doing it. What's your name again?" Melissa" I whispered. She nodded, and turned her attention to the TV, but her hands still continued to caress me insistently. There isn't much sense going into detail. If Enid's fantasy was to kiss, fondle, and finally mount, a girl with a penis - then I met every possible criteria. The movie was never anything but a blur of color that ran through a haze of sexual gratification for me. By the time it ended, I think we both knew that our positions had been totally reversed. I orgasmed, lying on my back, my peignoir bunched up about my chest, panties down about my ankles and my wife straddling me. I'm pretty sure that she had more than one orgasm herself, as she shuddered violently, and often, during that sex. Not only that, she wasn't finished with me. She finally raised herself off of me and turned the TV off. I was still lying on my back but took that opportunity to pull my panties up into a more proper position and rearrange my peignoir. I wasn't totally surprised when she returned to the couch and lifted me up into her arms - I knew she was strong enough. I'm pretty light, I'll admit, but she never puffed once in carrying me upstairs to our bedroom, and laying me down on top of the bed. I was very sleepy so, quickly took my peignoir off and slid between the sheets. I was asleep before she even got to bed. In the morning, I felt embarrassed again - the cold light of morning not being so complimentary to me in my nightwear. I got up and performed my ablutions. Cleaned my teeth. Took the bow from my hair, and fixed my pony tail. I had shaved about a week before, so was still smooth enough to forego that exercise. I returned to the bedroom and started taking my pajamas off. Enid gazed at me from the pillow. "What are you doing?" She asked sleepily, and as if puzzled. "Getting dressed." I answered. "Thought I'd get your breakfast started." "That's a good idea." She said. "But where's your bow? Did it come off during the night?" "Well, it was all untidy, so I just took it off." She tutted impatiently. "Well? Go get it. Bring it to me. And take that pony tail out while you're at it - and bring me the hairbrush." I almost argued with her, but figured that Enid's usual morning disposition being what it is, I'd be better off doing as she told me. A couple of minutes later, I returned to find her sitting up in bed, propped up by pillows. I then had to sit beside her as she brushed my hair out again, and retied my bow. "Now put your peignoir and slippers on again - then you can go and make my breakfast. Bring it up here on a tray. Ok?" "Yes Enid." I said meekly. Downstairs, I began to notice something peculiar. At first, as had been the case the previous evening, I was terribly self conscious in my new clothes, frightened out of my wits every time I passed a window in case someone saw me. After a little while, common sense took over. The chances that anyone could see me through any window were remote - our house is very private. Even if they did, I had seen my reflection in enough mirrors by that time to realize that I would simply be taken for a young woman doing kitchen duty. There was absolutely no chance that any of our friends would be dropping by at that time in the morning. I turned the radio on to a nice station with low key music. Found myself humming happily as I got the coffee on and started getting Enid's fruit and cereal dishes put together. By this time I'd also become more accustomed to the heels on the slippers. Discovered that I'd developed a sort of natural 'flounce' when I walked that had the hems of my peignoir and pajama top doing delightful things to the skin underneath. Having to get the newspaper from the porch outside gave me some thought, but again, it was very private - well screened by shrubs, and the paper was only about fifteen feet out into the driveway. Quickly, I scurried out, picked it up, and darted back into the safety of the house. Quite happily then, I put the paper and my wife's meal on a tray and mounted the stairs. She had freshened up and, hearing me climb the stairs, had gone back into bed and propped herself up with pillows again. "Well! Don't you look pleased with yourself this morning." She said, smiling. "Last night agree with you?" I gave her my normal response to this kind of teasing - a glorious blush. "You look quite complacent yourself," I managed to get out. She grinned. "Know what? You're a nice piece of ass. Is that the way I'm supposed to say it?" "I guess so." I admitted. She changed the subject. "You having breakfast this morning? "No." I answered. "Just coffee." "Why don't you go and get it then?" she asked. "Come join me and we can have a little chat." I could feel her eyes on me as I left the room, but somehow couldn't control my new-found tendency to flounce. Knew perfectly well, even without looking, that she was grinning at my back. When I got back, she put the paper down. Took a sip of her coffee. "How'd you like to have a month or so up in the mountains?" I was totally surprised, but delighted by her question. "That sounds wonderful" I enthused, honestly. "But could your business stand you being away that long?" "Actually dear? I'm sorry for keeping you in the dark, but I think I'm ready for a major change, and have been for some time. The boutique's getting kind of old. I also think I need a change of scenery. I've been thinking of doing something completely new and different. Been talking to Petey. Remember her? We might be going into business together. Something just came up that smells like a good opportunity - that's why this mountain thing has come up suddenly." "Yes. I remember Petey. What was her girlfriends name again? Barbara?" "That's right. Well they're still together." "Yes. She was nice. Though if I remember Petey, she was kinda argumentative," I said. "Petey? Wasn't her that was argumentative. It was you being a pain in the ass that caused all these arguments. You and you're male chauvinist bullshit." She shook her head. "God! If I'd known then what I know now? Things would have been a lot different, I'll tell you!" She looked like she was getting angry, but her voice tailed off and a thoughtful look came into her eyes. I took the chance to change the subject a little. "So why the mountains?" I asked. "You're not talking about starting your new business up there, surely." "Nah. It's just that she and Barbara have a nice place up there, and it's only about an hours drive from San Bernardino to their cabin. Petey and I figure that starting up the business in San Berdoo is a very viable concept, but it is going to take a lot of checking out the area - and a lot of our time. This way, you and Barbara can stay and keep each other company during the week. Petey and I will stay in a motel while we're down there, but come up at week ends for sure. Maybe some nights too... Save one helluva lot of driving. And?" she continued "If it looks like the idea will work? Well you and I can start looking for a house up there on our spare time. It's really lovely up there in the mountains." "But who's going to look after you when you and Petey are down in San Bernardino?" I started. "I mean, you can't be going around eating restaurant food all the time ... And who's going to do your..." She shook her head and put a hand up to stop me talking. "Look! It's nice of you to care, but don't worry about it! It's not a done deal yet. I'll be taking some kind of a break up there before we really get down to business so don't you worry your pretty little head about me!. Petey and me have a lot to talk about and work out - before we get the goddam lawyers and accountants in. This way, I'll should have what amounts to almost a weeks vacation - and neither you nor Barbara will feel left out ..." She picked her coffee cup again. Looked at me over the rim. "Which brings me to another point," she added. "See? To be honest, I've been setting this up for some time, but what everything came down to was how you'd react when I gave you your pretties last night." "I don't understand. What do you mean, 'how I'd react'?" I asked. "Well - I couldn't be expected to know that you'd actually put them on, could I now? I mean, you've been letting me boss you around more and more," she laughed. "but I wasn't sure, really sure, that you'd let me talk you into baby dolls. Never, ever, imagined you'd let me call you Melissa. And now?" she continued, "just look at you. Still all gussied up, sitting on the bed here, pretty ribbon in your hair. By the way? Not to change the subject or anything? But did you actually go out in that outfit when you went to get the newspaper earlier on?" "Yes" I admitted. "I thought it was pretty private..." "So? Here's my husband - in baby dolls, high heels, and a chiffon peignoir? Going out into the street to get the newspaper? Let me ask, Would you go out there in a dress if I told you?" "Oh come on Enid!" I argued. "That's not fair ..." "Yeah. I guess you're right." She relented. "But let me rephrase the question. It's only about an hour and a half drive to Petey's and Barbara's cabin, but I want to get there this afternoon. What would you think if I asked you to wear a nice dress for the trip?" She grinned. "We could have a sort of 'coming out' party for you tonight - I'm sure Barbara would be delighted at finding a new girlfriend. What do you think?" "Aw! Stop your kidding, Enid. Please? You said I'd only have to 'try' the baby dolls on - you didn't say anything else about a dress for goodness sake. Didn't say anything about a dress!..." I faltered to a stop. She was caressing the ruffles that covered my breasts. "Mmmm...Mmm" she crooned. "I've got some pretty bra and panty sets for you. Even got some soft ' bedtime' bra's as well. Bet you'd really enjoy me caressing you when you've got one of them on under your baby dolls - and it would have a little padding in it? Just to make you feel more like a girl? " "What do you mean, you've got some ..eh .. bra and panty sets.. and .. and.." "Oh shush!" she said. "I've pretty well cleaned out the boutique in anything that'll fit you. We're going up the mountains. When we come back down, you're going to be more of what I want in a wife. With Barbara to show you the finer points that Linda's never covered so far, you'll be just the little ladylike wife I've been dreaming about.." "You're kidding Enid, aren't you?" I asked hopefully. "You're just trying to get a rise out of me." I saw the uncaring look on her face. "Please say you are." I added desperately. "I'm not," she answered. Shrugged carelessly. "Go look in the spare bedroom. There's five suitcases there. Two of them are mine. The other three - the big ones - are yours. Go, open them up. See what's inside them .. A whole lot of nice lady's clothes - just for you. Lingerie, nightwear, dresses, skirts, blouses - not too many pairs of pants I'm afraid - you must be sick and tired of wearing nothing but pants for all these years, surely? If you're not? I am! " She laughed again "And you might want to have a quick look at your underwear drawer?" "I don't want to do this!" I said firmly, my manhood finally coming emerging. She answered me calmly and kindly. "Now pet, don't start being naughty. You had your chance to act like a man last night. Instead? You put on these baby dolls and high heeled slippers - sat over there at that very mirror and put on your lipstick and perfume so that you'd be more like a girl for me. I didn't even have to make you do all that. Remember? You did it voluntarily.. Did it all to please me." "But Enid.." I started, faltering just a little bit now. Losing my new found confidence quickly. "Yes, yes." She said consolingly and added smoothly. "It's all happening so fast, isn't it? But, you'll get used to your new role pretty quickly, especially if you wear the nice dress I've got for you today. It's full length, very full in the skirt, and a shirtwaist top. Long, puffy sleeves with ribbon ties at the cuffs - a nice buttery yellow. I'll have Linda come over for one last time. She can check you out, give you a manicure, do your hair - that kind of stuff." Seeing my expression, she paused again, but just for a second. "Look dear. Don't you understand? You're mine now. You've proved it to me. You do what I ask you - it doesn't matter what. So you're going to become a sweet little wife for me. Not only that, you're going to like it - and, even though there is the teeny-weeny possibility that you won't, you'll show me and everyone else that you do. I want Petey and Barbara see what our relationship is now. It's been a long time since we were all together, but I know that Petey still thinks I'm a wimp for putting up with all that macho nonsense you used to rant about. I want her to see who's the real boss now." I realized that she was deadly serious. Helplessly, I started to cry. She pulled a tissue from the box on the bedside table, then pulled me into her arms, wiped at my tears. "C'mon" she said patiently. "You can't convince me that you don't like being my girl - so what's the problem in coming out with it in front of my friends?" "It's all too soon!" I said through my sobs. "I'll be so embarrassed!" A few tears rolled down my cheeks. She gave a deep sigh. "Hold on a minute then. Let me think. Just stop that bloody snuffling!" But she said it in a kindly manner. We both sat for a few minutes. "O.K" she said, sighing. "I may have something. Let's try this. We'll go up there today. You can wear your 'man' clothes..." "Oh thanks Enid!" I gushed. "Don't interrupt. There's more. You will wear panties. That is a non- negotiable condition, but other than that, you can wear anything you like. Tomorrow: you'll start wearing another item of women's clothing, jewelry, or makeup - and the day after that you'll put something else on, and the day after that, and so on ..." I started to respond, but she put a finger on my lips. "I'm not finished." She said. "Now just listen! O.K?" I nodded. "Now, if you do it this way you're getting the advantages of slipping into the arrangement quite slowly. Not only that, you're not going to have to see Linda today - something I knew you wouldn't be keen on. On the other hand though, I'm giving up the pleasure of having you presented as my little pet - for at least a week, maybe more. So you're getting all the benefits, and I'm losing some. Understand?" "A little. Well, yes," I admitted. She took a sip of her coffee. Stared at me. "So I want a little quid pro quo. As far as Petey and Barbara are concerned, I want this "conversion" to appear to be entirely your own idea. I'll be accepting of what you're doing of course, but will appear to be somewhat bewildered by your behavior. I also intend to tease you about it on a regular basis. In front of them as well. Understand?" "But? What about all these clothes in the suitcases? How could you not know - especially if you did the packing?" I asked. "Who said that I packed?" She replied. She shrugged. "To the best of my recollection, you were the one that did all the packing. Put all that nice stuff in for yourself. Saw the stacks of clothes I'd brought home from closing out the boutique. Decided that 'borrowing' them for this month up in the mountains was your best chance for coming out of the closet completely." "But I'm not gay!" I protested. "Who said you were?" She replied. "But that brings up another point - a very important one. I certainly don't want you to think that I want you to be one of these swishy, bitchy, drag queens. The clothes I've picked for you are feminine, but ladylike. You'll learn to act in a way that complements them. Now? Do we have a deal?" "Enid?" I ventured. "Yes dear?" "Do we - you - have to do this? We've been getting along pretty well. I mean, I don't mind being the .. er .. housewife. But dresses? Makeup? Acting like a woman? It's not natural." She smiled at me. "What do you mean, not natural? You've picked up being a housewife in a few months. After years, I wasn't worth a shit at it. Last night? I give you the opportunity to be a sweet young thing and you jumped at it - and you were pretty good as well, if I remember correctly. And one thing you seem to keep forgetting? I want my turn at being the man of the house - and I think I've waited long enough." She smiled. "So you may as well go and pack a suitcase of what men's clothes you want to take with you. I wouldn't take too much - it'll be just that much more to throw away when we're up there. While you're at it, don't forget to pack that yellow dress I was talking about. It's one I really want to see you in, so I don't want it forgotten." CHAPTER 3 There wasn't much sense in arguing with her. Off I went, still in my finery, but taking Enid's breakfast dishes with me. I was getting so used to my outfit by then, that I hardly thought anything of it. When I did, it dawned on me quickly that I'd be getting introduced to a great many more new clothes in the immediate future - especially if Enid had anything to do with it. I went and cleaned up the breakfast dishes first. Tidied up the kitchen, then went back up to the bedroom. Enid had showered and changed and was in the process of applying her makeup. I made the bed and put her dirty clothes away in the laundry hamper. Then I took my place in the shower. I finished, then wiped the walls and glass window of the shower down before I stepped out. Enid had left the room by the time I'd came back in. I didn't have to pretend anything when I opened the drawer where I normally kept my underwear and found the pastel tinted, lacy, satin panties that had replaced my jockeys. Blushing, I picked a pair of light blue panties and put them on. Hurriedly then, I rushed to put a shirt on - the thought of Enid coming in and catching me wearing nothing but panties was suddenly more than I could bear. Then I finished getting dressed - pants, socks, shoes and so on. Went and brushed my hair. Finally got around to getting a suitcase out, and started to pack. Truthfully, I had no idea what to take and what to leave. Suppose that Enid changed her mind? What if all of this whole thing was nothing more than an elaborate joke? I tried to figure what articles of clothing would be the first to be discarded, and cut back on the quantity of them - there was no sense in filling the suitcase with stuff I wouldn't need. It didn't take too long. I remembered to get the yellow dress out that Enid had talked about. It really did look like that it would be nice and comfortable on. Shamefaced, I held it up against me for a second. Checked how it looked in the mirror. Dry mouthed, I folded it carefully and put it in my suitcase. I took the suitcase downstairs and discovered that Enid had taken down the others already. She was on the phone, canceling the newspaper delivery when I got there. She finished. "I've called Linda. Asked her to get the mail diverted. Got through to Barbara to make sure she was expecting us. I thought she might want us to pick something up, but she didn't. I've also notified the security system and set the automatic lights. Why don't you make a final check while I get the cases in the car? I put your embroidery on the front seat. It'll give you something to do while I drive." I shuddered. It didn't look as if she was going to back off at all. Less than fifteen minutes later, we were on our way, she driving - me industriously working over my embroidery hoop. Traffic was light and we were soon climbing up into the more rarified air of the mountains. It was a lovely clear day ahead. Behind us lay the almost purple haze that usually hangs over San Bernardino and Riverside areas. The twisting road made concentrating on my sewing too difficult. I finally put it aside. Enid gave me a sidelong grin. "Figured out what you're going to wear first?" she asked. I had been thinking about what I would have to do and there was no sense in pretending otherwise. "Do I have any pajamas - I mean like, normal pajamas, pants and jacket packed in the cases?" "You mean, like normal ladies pajamas, not baby dolls or nightgowns?" I nodded. "Oh yes - one pair. But a word in your ear. Once they go in the dirty wash, you move on to something else, understood?" I hadn't expected anything else, so nodded again. "And? What about robes?" I asked. "Oh. Can't remember for sure. There's a nice red kimono type, and a couple of fancy peignoirs." She paused for a second. "Ooh! You are thinking, aren't you? Pajamas: that'll take care of tomorrow, right? Then a robe for the next day? What happens if you have to go get my breakfast in your robe?" "I'll just say that I forgot to pack my own..." "Pretty slick." She said admiringly. "I can see that you're going to be tiptoeing around discovery for longer than I thought. But can I make a suggestion?" "Sure" I replied. "I wouldn't hide your 'hobby' there" she said, inclining her head towards my embroidery. I mean, there's lots of tough guys do that sort of thing. You can say you do it for stress relief or something?" "But why would I want to do that?" I asked. "They 'might' believe you - they probably won't. But think of it this way. It's like giving them an early warning - once you start getting into your proper clothes, well - it wouldn't be such a surprise would it?" "I.. I don't know," I faltered. "Up to you, I guess." She replied with total unconcern. It wasn't long before we had got on the (almost) private road that led to our destination. Neither of us had ever been there before, but Petey had given Enid directions and she'd had no problem. (Unlike me. I can get lost going around a corner!) I was quite impressed when we drove up to the cabin. Good size. Log construction. Two stories on a sloping lot, with what I took to be a deck overlooking one of the small lakes that abound in the area. Nice garden at the back. Lots of bright flowers. Enid hit the horn lightly - and my public transformation onto a woman began. A small door opened at the back, and Barbara came out. Slim and pretty, just as I remembered. Blonde hair tied loosely with a colorful silk scarf. Pastel pants under a white half apron with floral trim, white flowing blouse. Comfortable white shoes. Flour on her hands. She waved happily but pretended to complain. "Trust you two! You couldn't let me get lunch ready, could you? I wasn't expecting you for at least a half hour. Oh! Petey's gonna be pissed off! She's gone up to town. We were short on white wine..." "Dammit Barbara" Enid said, getting out of the car. "I asked you what we could bring up!" "Oh, shut up Enid!" Barbara said, going to kiss her. "I get enough shit from Petey. Don't you start..." She then turned to me, a little more formal, but still friendly. "Hi Clint! It's been a long time, eh?" With that, she came forward and gave me a peck on the cheek. "C'mon in. Petey'll be back any minute. Your bedroom's upstairs. She'll give you a hand with the luggage." "Oh. Don't worry about that." Enid replied. "You two go on into the kitchen - I'll take care of the luggage. What room is it?" At Barbara's look of surprise, she added "Well, it's only fair I guess. He did all the packing, so it's time I did something. On top of that? He's actually got to be quite useful in the kitchen. Maybe he can give you a helping hand?" "Oh. Don't be ridiculous!" Barbara said. "Useful in the kitchen indeed! When have you seen a man useful in the kitchen?" "Room?" was all Enid said. Barbara laughed. "As polite and delicate as ever, huh? Turn right at the top. Second on your left." She started walking away then. I didn't know what to do, so followed her. She was nonplussed I think, to find me in the kitchen behind her. Her expression showed it. "Clint? What are you doing? Why don't you go and sit down in the living room? There might be a football game on. Would you like a beer?" "Honest Barbara? I'd really like to help" I said, moving more into the kitchen. "Can I set the table? There! That salad! Can I serve it up for you?" She looked at me. Shook bewildered blonde curls at me. "O.K. If you want? How's about setting the table? Cutlery's in that drawer - salad plates over there - there's a bunch of dressing's in the fridge. Pull out what you fancy" And, with that, we were off and running. I could hear Enid going up and down the stairs a number of times as we bustled around. I set the table while Barbara looked out some chicken from the fridge and chopped it. Then she popped some rolls in the oven. While we did all this, we chatted, covering the trivial things that had been going on in our lives, since we'd last talked - about four years prior. She was very surprised to find out that I was now ensconced at home, with Enid being the breadwinner of record. I found that I really enjoyed her company. She was much more pleasant than she'd been before. Seemed to open up a great deal. Laughed a lot as we chatted. Petey came in about fifteen minutes after we'd started. Short, kinda stubby build. Dark hair. Sardonic eyes. She was puzzled by me being in the kitchen as well, but made me welcome with a pleasant, down home, courtesy. I was quite impressed - we'd not gotten on too well the last time we'd met. She'd put a few pounds on over the years, but it suited her. She seemed more secure in herself than she'd been previously. The three of us chatted for a few minutes, then she went upstairs to talk to Enid. "Wow!" Barbara said. "Am I seeing things? You and Petey going to get along?" "Of course we are" I replied. "What makes you think we wouldn't?" "Huh!" She snorted. "She got so damned mad at you the last time you met that she damn near spanked me!" "Spanked you?" She blushed. "Well, sometimes it's a kind of... a kind of..." "Foreplay?" I asked, grinning. She reddened even more. "Yeah. I guess so. But that time, I could tell that it might have been me over her knees, but it was pretty obvious that it was you she wanted." "She didn't actually hurt you?" "No. I started yelling real quick. Shamed her out of it - but it was a close thing, I'll tell you." Then she looked at me with a puzzled expression in her eyes. Shook her head as if divesting herself of an idea. "You don't ever spank Enid, do you?" "Good god, no! You kidding?" "I didn't think so," she said. "She doesn't seem the type." "Whatever made you come up with an idea like that?" I asked, laughing at the absurdity of it all. "You knowing about spanking being foreplay." She replied, a question showing in her eyes now. I pretended not to see it. I felt a little shiver of fear. Enid had made veiled references a couple of times that she had thought of spanking me, but had never done it. To be quite honest, it never really crossed my mind that she couldn't - but that was while I still carried some respect, so I'd had some level of protection. Now that my role was easily recognized as being the subordinate one, I wondered if she'd ever think of taking the threat far enough to actually put me over her knees. It was a scary thought, but I became very much aware of the satin panties I was wearing as I shuddered within them, in a mixture of fear and a sort of delighted expectation. But we were finally getting lunch on the table. "Hey you guys!" Barbara yelled up the stairs. "Lunch!" "Yeah!" Somebody yelled. "Just a sec!" Barbara and I took our places at the long ends of the table opposite each other. Enid and Petey came in and joined us about a minute later. Enid spoke to me. "I got all the suitcases unpacked." She then spoke to the other two. "Jesus! You should see the amount of clothes he packed for me. I could be changing every ten minutes, and still have enough for a month." "Oh stop your exaggerating Enid." Barbara said. "Let's eat. Petey. Would you open a bottle of wine?" "At your command my dear" Petey said, getting up and doing as she'd been asked. She poured a little into all of our glasses - and the lunch was off and running. We spent a very pleasant ninety minutes or so, with a great deal of lively conversation. We also drank the best part of two bottles of wine, which may have been a contributing factor. After we started eating, one thing became very obvious. Petey and Enid were engaged in one conversation, Barbara and I another. Enid finally got impatient talking across one conversation, so suggested that she and I swap places. Now, she could talk directly to Petey, and Barbara and me could talk across the corners of the table with less conflict in the topics. Barbara was actually fun to talk with. She was very keen on gardening and, after a while, suggested that she show me around her flower beds. As we left, she suggested that Enid and Petey do the tidying up from lunch. They both agreed to do it but when we got back after a pleasant half hour amongst her colorful garden, we found the other two still deep in conversation, nothing done. "Oh! You guys!" Barbara scolded. "Get your bloody heads together and nothing gets done!" "I'm sorry" Petey said, and started to get up. "Nah. I'm just bitching" Barbara laughed. "We'll do them. O.K Clint?" And it was now apparent that the 'pairings' normally established when two couples get together were established. I was to be Barbara's 'friend' while Enid and Petey were the corresponding 'buddies'. Remembering Enid's mentioning as to how it was a good idea to drop 'hints' so that my upcoming transformation wouldn't be such a surprise, I accepted Barbara's offer of an apron. I just blushed a little as she helped me tie the full bow at my back. I blushed more when I went back into the dining area to complete the clearing up. The apron didn't have a bib, just a skirt, but it was rather feminine - a kind of gauzy white material hemmed by a bright print border, and large patch pockets matching the border. Petey saw me first. Her eyebrows arched up in surprise, and her mouth fell open a little. Enid turned to see what had caused this. Snorted. Turned back to her companion. "Honest to god Petey? Ever since he decided to stay home he's practically never out of these cute little aprons. Can you believe it?" Petey smiled. Shrugged her shoulders. "Barbara wears them all the time too. Guess it has something to do with working in the kitchen. Some sort of psychological thing?" "Yeah. Could be" Enid said with a total lack of interest evident. "But to get back to business. What do you think we'd gross if..." And, with me flitting around the table in my feminine apron, doing my feminine chores, the two 'guys' got back into their business conversation. The afternoon was shortened by the late lunch. Enid and Petey went out for a walk down to the lake. Barbara and I split, taking this opportunity to get cleaned up before dinner, and I finally got a chance to see my new lodgings. The room was surprisingly big with French windows that opened out onto a small deck overlooking the lake. Opening them up, I walked out to enjoy the view for a moment. In the distance, I could see Enid and Petey walk along the lakeside, Petey gesticulating and Enid throwing stones into the water and watching them skip. They looked very comfortable in each other's company. I stepped back into the room and took stock. Canopied bed, with the cover done in a teal with a white lace border. A duvet on the bed in teal and white. Large pillows white, trimmed in teal lace. A couple of dolls in bridal clothes on the bed. Two good size easy chairs, with a low table between them, a dressing table with a large mirror, and a chair in front of it. A chest of drawers in the same style. A closet ran the full length of one wall. The two mirrored sliding doors added a lot of size to the room. I took a deep breath and slid one of the closet doors open. It was obviously Enid's stuff hanging there. I recognized the sweaters, pants, and some of her business suits. Exhaling, I slid that door closed and opened the other one. Quickly, frightened, I slid it shut. I'd just got an impression, but it was enough to assure me that there was now no way that I could think that Enid hadn't meant what she'd said. There were a couple of pairs of pants of mine, and some shirts - but the rest of the room in there was taken up by a lot of women's clothes. I braced myself. Slid the door open again, and started looking through them in detail. I didn't make an exact count, but it looked like a half dozen pair of ladies pants, about a dozen skirts with hems ranging from short to long, some with elastic waists, some tailored, florals and tweeds - a comprehensive mix of styles and fabrics. Then somewhat more than a dozen dresses, including the yellow one she'd meant for me to wear that day. But the quantity of tops amazed me. Just about every hanger had either a blouse or a sweater on it. With a shock, I realized that I had totally forgotten to pack any sweaters of my own - I had forgotten how cool it can get in the mountains in the evenings - and with us scheduled to stay until at least November, I knew that I'd be using the ones facing me in the closet - and pretty quickly too. I touched a couple of them - angora, cashmere. Had to admit that they felt lovely on my fingertips. The blouses were just as eclectic as the rest of the collection. The only thing was that there were very few that were in any way mannish. I sighed and shut the door again. There was no doubt about it. The majority of the clothes hanging in my closet may have been conservative - but they were feminine. Slowly, I walked across the room and examined the contents of my lingerie drawer. Nothing conservative in there - a mass of silky, shiny, bright colored fabrics, side by side with pastels - a lot of lace trim of different colors. Nothing remotely approaching masculinity, except perhaps, maybe the one pair of pajamas - even though green satin doesn't quite cut it in the masculine world as far as I'm concerned. I went into the bathroom and took a leisurely shower. Dried off, then changed into fresh clothes - pink panties this time. Went downstairs, just in time to help Barbara put out munchies and drinks for us to have when the guys got back in. "I'll make dinner afterwards, when they're showering." She said. "How's about picking out some CD's for the player? That'll give us some music while we yak." I was glad to have a look at her extensive collection of music CD's - her taste was similar to mine - light classic, some pop, some rock. I picked out five and turned the machine on. Enid and Petey came in just as the second selection started. They grabbed the drinks we made them and attacked the munchies like they were starving. Barbara gave me a glance. Raised her eyebrow. I grinned, but said nothing. An hour or so later the two of us were in fresh aprons (I discovered that she has a ton of them) getting dinner ready and setting the table. I was pleased when she trusted me to go and cut flowers for the center piece. I got an amused glance from Petey as I came back in. Suddenly I knew that, in my apron and carrying my flowers, I made a decidedly feminine picture. I think that I helped reinforce the pretty picture I made by blushing. I had made the veggie dish that we had with dinner and got rave reviews from Petey. I was quite happy - it was a difficult dish to make and sometimes it didn't work out too well. Again. Barb and I did the clearing up and the dishes while the other two watched TV. Gratefully, we finally hung our aprons up and joined them in the den. It was some action movie that was on. Barb made a disgusted sound and went upstairs. She came down a few minutes later carrying some crocheting in her hand. She had also put on a white cotton smock with large pockets. She sat down in the chair nearest to me. "I can't be bothered with that noisy nonsense." She said. "I don't know how you guys can put up with it. All that shooting and killing. Stupid explosions and cars burning up!" She started to crochet busily. "Why don't you get your sewing Clint?" Enid asked innocently. "Keep Barbara company?" "You've got to be kidding." Petey laughed. "He sews?" Enid giggled. "Yeah. Says it's relaxing. Actually? He crochets too. Right now? He's actually making me one of these sort of waistcoats, you know? - The kinda 'lacy' ones?" She grinned, evilly. "Least he says it's for me.... " The inference was obvious. "But I didn't bring it Enid." I interjected, blushing. "Forgot it. I'm sorry." "But I remembered." Enid said to my horror. She continued . "Meant to mention it. It's in the bottom right hand drawer of the dressing table in our room." Petey snorted. "What's been going on? You operated on this guy? Last time we met, he was coming on like some kind of Rambo. How the males were the natural superiors - how us females were a bunch of bimbo's.." "Oh shut up Petey." Barbara came to my aid. "Can't somebody change? I think it's nice if he's discovering his feminine side. Might be good if you discovered yours for a change. I noticed how much you helped out today around the house today!" Petey reddened. "I went and got the wine, didn't I? And how the hell could I help you in the kitchen? When I got back the two of you were flitting around in there - there was no room for me. Not only that . . .?" Enid let out a sharp, short whistle. "Hey you two! Clint and me didn't come up here to get you fighting with each other. Barbara? I'm sorry. Petey? Take my word on this. Clint and me are here as your guests. You and I have got details to iron out about a partnership. I'm not going to help around the house.." She laughed "unless I'm blackmailed into it - and neither are you. Clint is. He's become very good in that regard. I work. He looks after the house. You and I work, he and Barbara do their thing in the house. O.K Petey? O.K Barbara?" Barbara smiled. "Petey and I weren't fighting, silly!" It's just that sometimes she gets so damned pigheaded about things. I'll admit that the thought of having a couple stay with us for any length of time was sort of scaring me. I remembered the way Clint was before - and I know that you're just as bloody hopeless as Petey is around a house - so figured that I was going to be the only one doing any work." She beamed and laid a gentle hand on my forearm. "But Clint's already shown that he's a great help in the kitchen.." She turned to me. "We'll get on just fine, won't we dear?" I smiled weakly, just pleased that no-one seemed to have noticed that Enid had asked for everyone's approval on my 'assignment' to housework - except mine. "Of course we will." Barbara answered for me. "But don't be shy in front of these two louts. Why don't you go get your crocheting?" "I'm not very good. Honest." I said. "Just a beginner, really." "Well maybe I can help?" Barb offered. "But watch the movie if you'd rather." I saw the look that Enid flashed me, though nobody else did. Knew what she expected of me. "Oh. I've seen that one." I said, shrugging. "Kinda silly and boring. I agree with you. Maybe I will get my crocheting." With that, I got up and went upstairs to our room. CHAPTER 4 Enid hadn't been kidding. My crocheting project, wool, and needles were all in a little string bag right in the drawer she had indicated. Took them out, making sure I had everything, then went back downstairs and rejoined Barbara. I showed her what I had, and she was very complimentary about the work I'd done. Then she asked me to do a few stitches to see my technique. She watched me closely, then very tactfully suggested that I hold my wrists in a different way, and place my wool in a different place. I tried to follow her suggestions, and found that they made me a little quicker and less prone to lose stitches - a thing that had been bothering me for some time. I thanked her, sincerely. "Another thing that might help?" She suggested. "Do you have a smock or sewing jacket? They're really well worthwhile you know. Helps you keep everything together and, when you're finished, all you have to do is put your stuff back in your pockets, and take the smock off - so much easier to find what you need and get started the next time as well." "No. I don't have anything like that." I admitted. "Never even thought of it to tell you the truth." "Well, that's O.K." she said thoughtfully. "Now that I think on it? I've got a couple I got from my mother one time. Maybe one of them will fit you..." With that, she stuffed her own work in a pocket and was heading out of the room before I could think of any way of stopping her. Helplessly, I looked over at Enid and Petey, but they were leaning over the table deeply engaged in examining what looked like balance sheets. To the best of my knowledge, they didn't even see Barbara leave the room. Nor did they see her come back in a few minutes later with two garments in her hands. One was pale blue, the other was a bright floral, mostly pink on a white background. The pale blue was a long sleeved tunic type garment with elasticized waist that buttoned down the front. It came down to my knees. The other was a smock that I had to pull on over my head. It had a frill that came across the bust line, with small pleats falling from there to the hem that fell about mid thigh. It had puffed little sleeves that tied with a ribbon just above the elbows, and a couple of ties at the back that 'collected' the waist. Frightened to speak aloud in case I attracted Enid's attention, I hadn't attempted to dissuade Barbara, hoping that neither of the garments would fit. I hadn't figured out how I could refuse by the time I had actually tried them on. Was actually standing passively as Barbara, having tied the ribbons around my sleeves, had just moved to the ties at the back. Wasn't prepared for the mocking sound of my wife's voice. "My god Petey! Would you look at that! Take my eyes off my husband alone for a few minutes - and guess what? He's trying on Barbara's dresses!" Red faced, I turned to see her bearing down on me. I cursed internally - she had been on the way to pour herself a drink and had finally paid some attention to what Barbara and I were up to. At least that was the impression she gave. "My! How pretty! Let me see you dear, eh? Turn around and let me have a look at your pretty frock. My! Are you blushing? Whatever for? You look soooo cute!" And, unresisting, I was being turned around, my wife's hand on my shoulder. "Oh don't be so bloody mean!" Bar