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Payback for a Big Mouth By Margaret Jeanette Steve and Sylvia Strong were married five years, and things weren't bad, but they could be improved. Sylvia was the strong one in the relationship both leadership and strength-wise. Steve had a habit of continuously cutting down women. His slim five foot six stature didn't match his mouth. Sylvia told him more than once it wasn't nice to keep cutting down women the way he did. He didn't listen. It was his one big bad habit, and it was getting to Sylvia big time. She wondered what to do about it. She was having lunch with Stephanie Wilson and was telling her about Steve's latest comments about women. "Stephanie's reply to the problem was, "Maybe he should have to experience living as a woman for awhile -- that would change his attitude!" "I wouldn't know where to begin. I think that's a bit drastic as a solution to his mouth." "From what you've told me I can't think of anything else, aside from sewing his lips shut." Stephanie laughed. "Well I'll keep in mind what you've said but I still think it's a bit drastic." Sylvia changed the subject. "What do you have going this week-end?" On Saturday evening they were attending an anniversary party celebrating Steve's boss's 25th wedding anniversary. Sylvia just happened to be in the same area where Steve was talking to three other men. She heard him say that women were good for one thing, and that was in bed. She was seething when Steve's boss came and started talking to her. She said, "Congratulations on 25 years. I wonder if we will make it that long." "What's the problem? We had some problems over the years but we always managed to solve them. Maybe I can help." "Well, it's Steve's mouth. He is always cutting down women. I know I should overlook it but it is getting to me big time. A friend of mine suggested that I make him live as a woman for a time until his attitude changes. I just don't know what to do." "I'll tell you, I've had at least six reports from women in the company about comments like that, and I've talked to him about it at least three times, but he can't take the hint. Are you talking about putting him in dresses?" "Yes, but like I said I am not totally convinced that there isn't some other way to change his attitude. Besides if I sent him to work in a dress, wouldn't that put him in danger of losing his job?" "No, with the new sexual orientation laws we couldn't discharge him for that. Besides he does do an excellent job for us. That's why he's second in command to me and why I have overlooked his comments about women. I'll tell you something off the record, and that is, something has to be done about his mouth. So I'll back you 100% in anything you do. I don't like disciplining an employee, but he does have some sort of punishment coming." Sylvia couldn't help but think about Steve's boss's comments the rest of the party. On the way home Steve commented on Carol Wainwright's outfit, how that was the way a woman should dress all the time. "I thought she looked a little sluttish in that short mini skirt and tight blouse. It looked like her boobs would pop out at any time. And those fuck-me heels she was wearing always seemed to me to show a woman on the prowl for a man to screw her." "That is how a woman should dress except for bed." Sylvia thought about her options, and couldn't get Stephanie's suggestion out of her mind. She seethed until they arrived at home. "I am going to tell you something, and you better listen. You continually cut down women and show no respect for them. It had better stop, or drastic measures will be taken. I have listened and taken all that I can take. You better mark my words -- if you don't change I will have to take action and I don't think you will like what I feel I have to do." "What! Did you all of a sudden get feelings of tissue paper? That's the trouble with you women; you can't take criticism or suggestions from anyone." "That's exactly what I am talking about. You don't listen to what I say and you are constantly berating me. All I am saying is it better stop and stop right now." All he did was chuckle at her remarks and go to take his shower. When he finished he entered the bedroom and put on his pajamas. He crawled into bed and started snuggling with Sylvia. She was in no mood to make love. "What do you think you're doing? I am not in the mood for anything tonight." "All I expect is for you to do what a woman is meant to do. It's the one thing all women were meant for and you know that as well as I do." That made Sylvia so angry that all she did was turn her back on him and think about how he didn't listen and didn't care. She decided that he would need something radical to change his attitude. She tried to think of something beside Stephanie's suggestion. She couldn't come up with anything. Sunday morning she made breakfast for herself as Steve was sleeping late, and decided to do what Steph had suggested. She decided to start right away getting what would be necessary to change Steve's attitude. She left a note on the table to let Steve know she had gone shopping. Late in the afternoon she came home and Steve was watching a game on the television. She went into the spare bedroom and started to hang up the clothes she had bought. Then she got an inspiration. "What do you think of this for an outfit? Sexy enough for you?" "Boy, I'll say. It's about time you bought a mini skirt and low-cut blouse. It should look great on you." She returned to the spare bedroom with a big smile on her face. If he only knew all these clothes were for him. She put the heels on the floor of the closet. The only place she could get his size was a fetish store and she probably paid too much for them, but it would be worth it if he changed his attitude. She called Stephanie and told her about all that she had gotten that day. They plotted when to make their move. Stephanie told her she could get some knock out powder that would put him in a deep sleep. She figured it would take three hours for the complete change. She asked his weight so she could get just the right amount. They set the following Saturday as the day to make the move For the whole week Sylvia kept track of how many times Steve cut down women. By Thursday she was over one hundred. She had never realized how often he made disparaging remarks about some woman, or women in general. This convinced her that she truly had to do something, and that what they'd planned was the right thing to do. Friday evening she totaled up all the receipts and was surprised that she had spent a little over a thousand dollars. But she justified it, in that she had a complete wardrobe for Steve. Saturday morning Stephanie arrived at seven before Steve was even up, and gave Sylvia a bottle containing the knock out powder. She told Sylvia she had to get him to take it, and within a half hour he would be fast asleep. Sylvia fixed him scrambled eggs and toast and called him for breakfast. She had sprinkled the powder in his eggs and hoped he wouldn't notice if there was a taste to the powder. Steve ate all of his breakfast, then said he felt sleepy and was going to sit in the living room for a few minutes. He walked in and saw Stephanie. He said hello to her and sat down. Stephanie told him she had promised to help Sylvia this morning. Steve was soon in a deep sleep. Sylvia and Stephanie wasted no time getting him on the bed and undressed. Stephanie started working on him while Sylvia got boxes from the garage to pack his clothes in. Stephanie put a towel under his head and proceeded to shave his head. Then she peeled the cover paper off a long chestnut wig and placed it on his head -- it was designed so that when you pulled the hair, it felt like the real thing. Then she started to apply long false fingernails to his fingers. When they were applied, she painted his nails a bright red which shone when light reflected off them. Next she removed all of his body hair, wishing he was awake to experience the discomfort of the hair removal process. Then she started the process of getting him dressed. They were putting his heels on and locking them when he started to stir. That was as close as you could come! He slowly woke up. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and felt heaviness on his chest. He looked down and his jaw dropped. "What the hell is going on here? How did I get into these ridiculous clothes?" Sylvia answered, "You think all women are dumb and you keep running them down. Now you can get to see what it is to live as a woman. You will be wearing clothes like that until you change your attitude." "Come on now! This is stupid. I can't wear women's clothes. It isn't right." "I gave you warning after warning and you wouldn't listen. In just this last week you cut down a woman or women over 180 times. Now, tell me you don't have a problem with understanding women. You are going to wear those clothes until I am convinced you understand what it is to be a woman. Now, stand up and take a look at yourself in the mirror." He stood up, but when he went to take his first step he fell against Stephanie. She told him to walk slowly and point his toes straight ahead, with short steps. He did that and managed to walk to the front of the mirror. "Isn't the skirt a little short? And doesn't the blouse button up a little higher?" "No to both of your questions. You said you liked it when I showed it to you. That is what you said women should be wearing. Remember when we were talking about Carol Wainwright's outfit after the party? Now, you can wear clothes like that all the time." "What about work? I can't go to work like this!" "You will wear clothes like that to work. But you are right. You can't go to work like that. We have a half hour to get you to the beauty shop for your make-up to be put on. I have already made the appointment and you don't want to be late." "I won't go. This has to stop right now. Do you hear me? I won't go!" "You are going! I have set up special instructions on how you want to look and you are going!" "I am not going! There is no way you can make me go!" Sylvia's hand shot out and grabbed his hair. He almost stumbled when she pulled him. He had to follow or fall flat on his face. She quickly had him in the garage and soon into the passenger's seat of the car. She handed him a white purse and told him to hang on to it. They arrived at the beauty parlor, and when Sylvia opened his door he refused to get out. Again she grabbed a handful of his hair and soon he found himself standing outside the car. She reached in and grabbed his purse and told him to hang on to it. He took it with a glare at Sylvia, then followed her inside, walking slowly on his five inch heels. Inside Sylvia told Lisa, the hair dresser, that he was here. Lisa said, "I see Sylvia had some trouble getting you out of the car. She has told me all about you. Let me tell you something -- you better not give me any trouble or I'll see to it that you'll be very sorry!" He could tell by the way she said it she meant business. He sat in the chair as she told him and waited as Lisa told Sylvia to pick him up in an hour to an hour and a quarter. Sylvia left, and Lisa told him she was starting with the worse part of it. She started to tweeze his eyebrows. He had tears in his eyes when she was done, but he had very narrow eyebrows with an arch to them. Then she started on his eyes. When she was done with them he had longer, dark false eye lashes and dark eye shadow and eye liner. Then she worked on his lips. She outlined them, then used a small brush to add the color. She told him it had to set, and then pierced each ear in three places and put studs in each hole, telling him that within a week he could wear dangly ones if he wanted to or if Sylvia told him to. She applied another coat to his lips and when she was done and it had enough time to set she was satisfied with her work. Sylvia walked in just at the right time. "Wow, you did a fabulous job. That is just the look I wanted for him. You are truly an artist." "I have never seen anyone I can't make beautiful. Man or woman. He has a good face to work on so it wasn't so hard. You wanted a slutty look -- that's what you got." "It's worth every penny when I look at him. It's too bad he won't have to apply lipstick at least three times a day like I have to." "No, I know. But this make-up will last at least a month. If it doesn't, come back and I'll do it again for free. It's guaranteed to stay on no matter what." Steve squirmed in his seat when he heard that. What was she thinking, getting make-up that doesn't come off? What can he do for work to cover it up? Everyone will think he is sick if he doesn't show up for the coffee breaks. What can he tell his boss? They got out to the car. He had to take such short steps to keep from falling. He felt a tightness on his ribs and didn't know why. The blouse was loose enough, but he felt tightness even so, and couldn't figure out what it was. He wasn't talking to Sylvia and wasn't paying attention to where they were going, so his jaw dropped when she pulled into the Sherman's driveway. Mr. Sherman was his boss and he didn't want him to see how he was dressed. He heard Mr. Sherman say, "Hello Sylvia, how is it going?" "Well, I just stopped to let you see your star employee and how he is going to dress for the foreseeable future. Stevie, get out and come and talk to Mr. Sherman." Steve didn't move. There was no way he was going to get out. Sylvia came around to his side of the car, opened the door and pulled on his hair. He was out before he realized it. "You are going to be sorry that I had to get you out of the car. You are going to pay for it big time and it will give you a chance to think about doing what I say." Mr. Sherman said, "My, you look nice. If I didn't know I wouldn't believe there is a man under there." Steve didn't notice that Sylvia had gotten back into the car. He heard the car start, and asked her what was going on. "I told you that you would pay. Now you can walk home." "That's five miles. I can't walk that!" "You can and you will. Take the time to think about the situation you are in." He stood dumbfounded as she backed out of the driveway. He said to Mr. Sherman, "You have to help me. Talk to her and get her to end this madness." "In most cases I would, but I am not going to for two reasons. One, I have talked to you about your comments to and about women, and you didn't listen. And two, I prefer not to get involved in other people's family matters. You had this coming for a long time. I am surprised Sylvia didn't do something a long time ago." "Will you at least give me a ride part way home? I don't think I can walk far in these heels." "Didn't you hear what your wife said? You need time to think. Walking is an excellent time to think. I do think you better get started." He walked slowly and dejectedly down the driveway. How could she expect him to walk all the way home? What was she thinking? It would be hard enough in his regular shoes much less these heels. He had gone about three blocks when a man approached him and asked if he wanted to have a good time. He told him loudly no and the man walked away. After five blocks he decided to rest awhile on a bus stop bench. He was resting for about 15 minutes when he saw a bus approaching. If only he had grabbed his purse maybe he would have found some money in it. It took him forever, but he was never so glad to see his house as he was when he turned the corner. When he entered the house he was surprised when Sylvia took a picture of him. He wondered how she could do all of this to him. He wasn't in for two minutes when Sylvia said to him, "Now that you have had a nice walk you can start the laundry." "You want me to do the laundry? I haven't done the laundry since we got married." "Yes, you are going to do the laundry. You are going to find out all of the things a woman does, and usually a woman does the laundry. It is a nice sunny day out so it can be hung up outside." He went and started the clothes. Then he went into the living room and sat down to rest his legs. "How was your walk? Did you do any thinking about what I said? Did you stop to rest along the way?" "Yes, I stopped at a bus stop bench. Then when the bus was coming I didn't have any money to ride the bus, so I had to start walking again. I did think about some of the things you said and I still think you have gone overboard." "There was money in your purse but you forgot to hang on to it. I don't think I went overboard. You have to learn that women are not objects to demean or run down. Now, while the clothes are washing you can do all the carpeting in the house or you will be working at midnight." He got up and got the vacuum and started the carpeting. His legs were killing him as he vacuumed. He got the living room and dining area done, then checked the wash. When the first load was done he started the second, and then went to hang the clothes out. The first thing he noticed was that his heels sank down into the grass and he had to walk on his tip-toes. He was hanging up the first clothes when he heard a voice. It was Luann Johnson their next door neighbor. She was coming over. She started to say something then said, "You aren't Sylvia. My God, you're Steve aren't you?" "Yes, I am Steve. Sylvia did this to me to teach me a lesson. I think she went overboard. She's in the house." Luann headed for their back door. He knew she was the neighborhood gossip and that it would be all over the neighborhood in no time. Right now, he didn't care. He was getting cramps in his legs. He finished hanging up the first load and took the basket back to the laundry room. He set it upside down and sat down on it, and tried to take his shoes off. But he couldn't. He couldn't find a catch or buckle or anything. He rubbed his legs until they felt a little better, then went up to finish the carpet vacuuming. He'd finished the vacuuming and hung out all the wash when Sylvia told him supper was ready. He couldn't believe it was that late. They were eating when Sylvia said, "There is a lot more cleaning to do. Do you want to do it tonight or wait until tomorrow?" "I think I've done enough for today. I'll wait until tomorrow. Aren't you going to do anything around here?" "Yes, I am going to do what you always did as far as any cleaning was concerned which was absolutely nothing. I will sit and read the Sunday paper and lift my legs if I have to. That is what you did before. Don't forget you have to get the wash off the line before dark." "I'll get it right after I finish eating. OK?" "No, right after you finish eating you are going to wash and dry the dishes and put them away. I made supper because you were busy. That is the only reason I made it. You should thank me for making it as cooking is your responsibility from now on. You will know what there is to cook as you are now going to do the grocery shopping also." "Gee, you don't want me to iron all the wash do you? You never did." "That's a great idea. As soon as you get it in you can iron everything. Thank you for the great idea!" He finished eating in silence, glaring at Sylvia. When they were done he did the dishes then went and got the wash in. "You were kidding about the ironing weren't you?" "No, I wasn't. Get busy right now. Lay all of your boy clothes on the chair. I'll take care of them." By the time he was done ironing all of the wash and putting it away he was completely bushed. He was never so happy in his life when Sylvia said it was time for bed. When he entered the bedroom he was surprised when Sylvia unlocked his shoes. She told him they were the only ones she could get in his size. When he got his blouse, skirt and slip off he couldn't remove any more because he didn't know how. Sylvia told him he was wearing a corset and he could keep it on. It was good training for his body. Now he knew why he felt the tightness in his mid-section and ribs. He went in to the bathroom and found he had to sit to go to the bathroom. He was ready to cry. When he returned to the bedroom Sylvia handed him a nightgown to put on. He put it on and crawled into bed. Sylvia got into bed on her side then started to massage his manhood. He told her he was too tired. She told him he was dressed to screw all day now he was going to screw. She told him to turn on his back, then she mounted him. "Does my little slut like that? Aren't you glad I noticed how bad you wanted it? Everyone could tell by the way you were dressed that you wanted to make love." He started crying. Sylvia said, "That's all right honey. All girls feel like crying sometimes." Sylvia came and dismounted him. He felt used and miserable. He was lying in a wet spot besides. He was soon asleep. The next morning Sylvia woke him up, telling him he had a lot to do. As soon as he had his nightgown off she had him turn his back to her. She took in on the laces of his corset. He thought he would never be able to breathe, as tight as it was. Somehow it seemed to make his breasts stick out further than before. When she handed him his skirt and blouse for the day he thought there was less coverage even than yesterday. He hated having to put them on but did it anyway. Sylvia asked him if he wanted to wear the same shoes as yesterday or another pair. He figured yesterday's were as bad as it gets, so he told her the new ones. When she showed them to him he saw they were a patent black shoe with thin straps to them. Sylvia helped him get them on and wrapped the straps around his lower leg and fastened them. He heard the click and knew they were locked on his feet again. "These have a five and a half-inch heel. Those yesterday had a five inch heel. A half inch shouldn't make much difference, besides they are exactly what you said a woman should wear aren't they?" He didn't answer her. He was too busy trying to maintain his balance and get his breath back. He heard Sylvia tell him to get breakfast ready and that it better be good. He went and made eggs over easy and strawberry jam on toast along with coffee. He knew Sylvia liked that and he hoped to get on the good side of her. He filled with dread when she said, "You are going to have to go get groceries so we have something for lunch and supper. Do you think you can drive in those heels or do I have to drive you?" "I think I can drive but why can't you go instead of me?" "I told you that you are going to do the grocery shopping like I did all these years. It will do you good to see what it takes to get groceries and watch for values. Also you'll have to watch out for men that like to pick up women in grocery stores." Sylvia said laughing. After he had done the breakfast dishes he decided to get the grocery shopping over with, as much as he dreaded it. He found out driving in high heels was something else. He got the knack of it after about three blocks. At the grocery store he looked for things he knew Sylvia liked to eat. He was in the produce section when a man came up to him saying he had never seen him there before. He knew this was a predator who tried to hit on women. He told the man he was happily married and the man wandered off for a different conquest. At the check-out the bagger asked if she wanted grocery pick-up. He accepted and when he opened his purse he was surprised to find eighty dollars in it. As he was waiting for the boy to put the groceries in the trunk he looked at the time and for the first time noticed he was wearing a woman's watch. It seemed like Sylvia had thought about everything. It appeared that she had forgotten nothing. He arrived at home and unpacked the groceries. He was shocked at how long it had taken. It was already lunchtime. He fixed soup and a sandwich for both of them. As they were eating Sylvia reminded him that he had the kitchen and baths to clean yet. She told him he better do a good job on the kitchen floor. He thought he would be able to watch the game this afternoon but that now seemed like an impossibility. He now wished he had agreed with Sylvia when she wanted a small television for the kitchen. He cleaned the few dishes from lunch and decided to do the kitchen first. He did the counters and the stove top and then decided to attack the floor. He swept and mopped it and looked for floor wax under the sink. He saw a liquid wax and a paste floor wax. He decided to use the paste wax. He waxed the floor on his hands and knees, leaving a super shiny floor. He did the bathrooms and they seemed to get done fast. When he was done he went into the bedroom and turned on the ball game. His favorite team was ahead and it was near the end of the game, so he was happy. He glanced at the bedside clock and saw if they were to eat at their regular time he had better start supper. He cooked supper and while they were eating Sylvia commented on how nice the kitchen looked. She told him if he kept up like that a reward would be in order. He wondered what the reward would be. She seemed to be in a good mood so he decided to try something. "I have a favor to ask. I know why you did this to me and I am sorry for anything I said to displease you. I am really, really sorry. Do you think I could dress as a man for work tomorrow?" "You want to go to work dressed as a man wearing make-up? I don't think so. I told you that you can earn rewards. You won't earn any if you keep after me to let you change back into men's clothes. Learn to enjoy what you have and maybe things won't seem too bad." He sat sullen looking and for a few seconds Sylvia felt sorry for him, but then she remembered some of his comments and the sorrow left quickly. She said, "After you do the dishes you have to brush your hair. It is a human hair wig and you have to treat it as if your real hair. That means you will brush it every night so it stays looking nice." "I was going to ask you about it. How come when you pulled it, it felt just like my own hair was being pulled?" "It is a new innovation. They have a very fine mesh that has adhesive. The adhesive breaks down in about three months but by then your real hair has grown up through the mesh and it stays on your head just as if it was glued on. Stephanie shaved your head before she put it on you. You looked kind of cute with a bald head." She laughed. He didn't think it was at all funny. All he could picture was the wig off and being bald. As much as he wanted the wig off, he didn't want to be bald. After doing the dishes he was sitting at Sylvia's vanity and brushing his hair. For the first time in his life he was doing some really honest thinking about himself and where he was at. He thought about his job and how he had advanced. Then he started thinking about what Sylvia was doing to him and why. When he thought about some of the things he had said, he knew she was right about his needing a change of attitude. He didn't agree with the route she was taking, but he knew he was wrong. He thought about how he could make it right. He firmly decided to go along with whatever Silvia wanted, figuring that way she might end this farce sooner. He finished doing his hair and asked Sylvia if she could take his corset and shoes off so he could take a bath. Sylvia agreed and told him there was one more thing he could do to look and feel more feminine. She had him stand naked in the bathroom while she applied lotion all over his body. When he started to complain about it burning and stinging she had him wait ten more minutes before getting into the bathtub. His eyes opened wide as he realized he was losing all of his body hair. Didn't she know he had spent all of his life growing it? He was proud of the thick black hair he had on his chest but now his chest was bare. He remembered he was going to go along with whatever Sylvia wanted and used that to justify what had just happened. He was surprised at how different the nylon nightgown felt on his body. It actually felt kind of nice. It was so light and airy. He thought about how his legs didn't hurt as much today as they did yesterday. Then he remembered he didn't have a five mile walk today. He felt pretty good when he crawled into bed. The next morning Sylvia woke him telling him he had to start the coffee, and then get back to get dressed for the day. He returned after starting the coffee and the first thing Sylvia did was have him put his corset back on. He wished she wouldn't lace it so tight but it seemed it was tighter than ever before. He could hardly breathe. She brought out his outfit for the day. When he had the lacy white blouse on it was so sheer you could see his black slip through it. The short skirt seemed to him to be shorter than the two previous ones. He asked if he couldn't just call in sick today but Sylvia would hear no part of that. Then she dropped a bombshell telling him she would take him to work and pick him up. She usually left ten minutes before him and they both had the same quitting time. He wished she wouldn't do that but he knew she was just making sure he went to work. She gave him a bolero jacket to wear. It didn't cover what wasn't already covered, only made what wasn't covered more obvious. She dropped him off at work and when he entered through the door he saw she waited to make sure he went in. He was early so he didn't encounter anyone on the way to his office. He started his Monday the way he always did by logging on to the Internet and checking the week-end scores. He smiled when he saw his two favorite teams had both won. He logged off and got to work. A half hour later Mr. Sherman called him and asked him to come to his office. He took a deep breath and left the safety of his office. He hadn't gone ten feet when Linda saw him. "Can I direct you somewhere? Who are you looking for?" "Mr. Sherman, and I know where his office is." He said trying to make his voice sound feminine. "My God, Steve Strong, is that you? What is going on? Why are you dressed like that?" He decided the truth was best, so he told her that his wife had done this to him because of his attitude towards women. He hoped she would understand and comfort him but that wasn't the case. "You've had this coming for a long time. Your wife is my hero. I always wondered when it would catch up to you. I should feel sorry for you but I don't. I do hope you change and things get straightened out." "Thank you. I now know I should have known when to keep my mouth shut, but sometimes a person don't realize what he is saying." He proceeded to Mr. Sherman's office. When he entered Mr. Sherman laughed out loud then said, "You look like a hooker in heat! Sylvia didn't mince any words when she said she dressed you like you said women should dress. Your lechery has gotten you in a situation that I don't think is going to end soon, if I know Sylvia. Well what I called you for is, I would like a run-down on our cash flow for the last year and a possible prediction for this year. I have to approve some major projects for this year and I need that information. Can you have it by the end of the week? " He assured him that he probably could have it by then. Then he got an inspiration and asked Mr. Sherman if he couldn't work out of his home for a couple of days. He was told it would be better if he came in to work in case there were any questions that would need his attention. He left the office and headed back towards his office when he met Carla. Carla stopped him, and he knew she didn't like him. "Well, well, well, if it isn't Mr. Macho. You are not looking so macho now. I heard your wife did that to you. I give her credit; she knows how to handle a big mouth like you." He didn't notice her reaching into her purse and taking out a bottle. "You look so feminine and sex-starved, but you don't smell that way. Let me help you for all the remarks you've made about me." She sprayed him liberally with a heady perfume, laughing the whole time. He was in such shock he didn't move right away. In his high heels he couldn't outrun her anyway. Back in his office he realized he was shaking all over. How could she do this to him? Sure he had made some remarks about her prowling sexuality, but that was no reason to spray him with so much perfume. In the middle of the afternoon there was a knock at his door. It was Susan. He knew he had made some pretty bad remarks about her and when she entered he expected the worse. "I heard all about you. I just came to see for myself if it was true. Will you do me a favor and stand up and step away from your desk and do a twirl for me. He figured what the heck, and did as she asked. When he sat down he saw she was sitting in the chair in front of his desk. He was expecting a tongue-lashing from her but that was not to be. "I know that to a person like you this must seem like the end of her world. I can think of some other ways to get you to realize what you are saying sometimes, but I have to agree this is something else. The idea of making you live like a woman I know will change your attitude. If there is anything I can do let me know. By the way, you don't need to wear so much perfume." "The perfume is from Carla. She sprayed me with so much I think she used the whole bottle. I know I have said some nasty things about just every woman here. I want to tell you that for anything I have said about you that hurt you, I am truly sorry. I am asking for your forgiveness." She knew he meant it and replied, "I attributed your remarks to a small mind and a man who is insecure in his manliness. I accept your apology and like I said if there is anything at all I can do let me know." "Can you get a key to unlock these heels? They are killing me!" Laughing Susan said, "I'll see what I can do. When you dress as a woman you go all the way don't you?" "No. it is all my wife. She got what she thought I figured was the way a woman should look and what a woman should wear." Susan left and he felt better, knowing there was someone who understood. The best part was, it was someone he had dreaded seeing because of past experience and past comments he had made. You just never know who will come to bat for you. At quitting time he knew it would be at least ten minutes before Sylvia would be there to pick him up. He waited five minutes before he left his office. In the hall he shuddered as he saw Carla. "Well, if it isn't the little wimp! Not so macho now are you? Here let me help you!" She again sprayed him with perfume. He didn't know what to do, when he got an inspiration. "There are laws that address people like you. If I report you, you can be in big trouble." "Go ahead, wimp. Report me. Like I am scared of you!" He hurried as fast as he could in his heels and was relieved when he made it outside. His breathing had just returned to what was becoming normal to him when Sylvia pulled up. He got in the car, and immediately Sylvia wanted to know what that smell was. He told her about his two encounters with Carla that day. "My God, how could I forget? Every girl has her own scent that she uses. How could I not get you your own scent? We have to fix that right away." He couldn't believe her reaction to his predicament with Carla. Had she lost all compassion for him? She pulled into a lot by a strip mall and parked in front of a store that advertised in its window that it sold perfumes at discount. They got out and entered the store. They wandered in the aisles until Sylvia saw what she was looking for. She grabbed a test bottle and sprayed some on his wrist. She sniffed and told him that was exactly what she was looking for. It was called White Lilac. She grabbed the largest bottle of it and headed for the check out counter. In the car she told him to start using it tomorrow morning, and that he better use it every day or else. Then she changed the subject, asking him how his day was. He told her about Mr. Sherman and about Susan and how he was just so surprised at her reaction. He told her Susan's remark about a small mind and being insecure in one's manliness. Sylvia had never thought about it like that. She wondered if she had done the right thing. Then he said Carla was a bitch who just needed to be laid to get her head together. Sylvia became reassured that she was doing the right thing in feminizing him. The next morning she tightened his corset laces some more. She noticed he was getting a more feminine figure due to the corset training. She had him dress in a gauzy pink blouse and pink skirt. He thought the skirt is so short his panties would be showing. He looked in the mirror and saw they were covered, but not by much. Sylvia had told him he could drive himself to work today so he felt better. When he got out in the garage he saw she had taken his truck and left him the Ford Escort to drive. At work he got engrossed in getting the facts and figures for Mr. Sherman's report. Just before lunch Mr. Sherman entered his office and asked him how the report was coming. He told him that it was shaping up pretty good. Mr. Sherman asked him if anyone was giving him a hard time. He told him about Carla and Mr. Sherman reminded him he had some of this coming, but Carla should not have sprayed him with perfume. He said he would have a talk with Carla, and to let him know if she gave him any more trouble at all. In the middle of the afternoon there was a knock at his door. He said come in, and Carla entered. "I am sorry I sprayed you with perfume. Mr. Sherman talked to me and reminded me that all the damage you did was with your mouth. I shouldn't have sprayed you even if you are a wimp." "Well, there was an interesting thing about it. My wife thought she had thought about everything. It seems she forgot about perfume. She's gotten me some now, but it was a small victory to see her admit she'd forgotten something." "What is that scent you are wearing? I like it. Where did you get it?" He told her all about getting it, and she smiled at him. Then she surprised him, saying "Talking like this is just like talking to another woman. I like it. Maybe we can talk more often. I would really like to know where you got some of those outfits." "I'll talk to my wife and find out, then let you know." Carla left and he had to smile to himself. She no longer was nasty to him. Maybe she wasn't so bad after all. Things were looking up. That night at supper he told Sylvia about Carla and asked her where she'd bought his clothes, especially the blouses and skirts. She told him, and commented that he seemed to be making progress toward getting along with women and not cutting them down. Thursday Susan came to his office with a smirk on her face. She produced a key and unlocked his heels. He sat at his desk in stocking feet and profusely thanked her. She told him everyone was talking about the change in him. She said she hoped he would keep it up. He laughed and said to wait and see what happens when he's out of the heels for awhile. They both enjoyed a laugh at that. Five minutes after Susan left Carla came in and showed him two outfits she had got from the store he had told her about. He said he knew she would look smashing in them and asked what she was going to wear with them. She elaborated and he said it really sounded great, that she would be a knock out in them. Carla asked him if he would join her and Susan for lunch on Friday. He accepted and her smile told him she was glad he was joining them for lunch. He never realized how devious a woman could be until Carla explained. "There is a reason we really would like you to come. Sue and I meet two salesmen there just about every Friday. There is this third guy who comes with them and is a real ass. He is worse than you ever were. He figures lunch equals a quickie afterward. What we would like is that you let him buy you lunch, then when he suggests sex you let him know you are a man. He has gone after at least a dozen girls, and it is time he gets his in spades. Will you do this for us? We would really appreciate it big time!" "Well, I guess I can. What about my voice? He will know I'm a man when I talk." "No, just talk in a loud whisper. Besides, most of the conversation is in whispers at noon there anyway. When the time comes to tell him you are a man, use your regular voice." "This is just something else. But I like it. You are really something else. So underhanded, but creative in your planning, especially when it comes to this kind of intrigue." Carla left and he got back to his report for Mr. Sherman. At quitting time he couldn't place the reason why but he was happy. He felt light and care-free. He thought about why he was wearing skirts and suddenly it dawned on him just how obnoxious he had been. He liked the way things were going now. At supper he told Sylvia about the next day's lunch plans. They both giggled when they thought about what would probably happen. Sylvia told him she was proud of how he was changing and to keep up the good work. She told him he had earned a reward. When they were done eating, before he started dishes she told him to close his eyes. He felt her doing something with his ears. He could tell she was putting some different earrings in his ears. When she told him he could open his eyes she handed him a mirror. He looked in it and saw he had dangly earrings in both ears. The dangles were small prisms that showed different colors as the light went through them. He felt glad to have such beautiful earrings, and that she had rewarded him. That night Sylvia made love to him. She said he should have a more feminine name. She wanted to pick a name that sounded sexy to her. She finally settled on Shawnee. He didn't care for the idea of a feminine name, then remembered he was going to let Sylvia have her way to get this over with as soon as possible. The next morning he could hardly wait for lunch time. But by ten he had the report ready for Mr. Sherman, so he took it to his office. Mr. Sherman said he had heard that he was going to lunch with Susan and Carla. When he said that, Steve wanted to know how he knew about that. Mr. Sherman said they were a tight-knit group and not much happens that everyone doesn't hear about. He told him that he was really happy to see that he and Carla had apparently settled their differences. The three of them were on their way to lunch when Susan said they had to come up with a feminine name for him. He told them his wife had picked one just last night. When he told them it was Shawnee they both loved it. It was just perfect. They arrived and it wasn't three minutes before Carla and Sue were exchanging words with two handsome men. They were told the third guy would be there in just a little while. Shawnee was introduced to the two men and they had no idea he wasn't a woman. Within five minutes the third guy arrived and was introduced as Ted. Ted immediately took aim at Shawnee, asking her if he could buy her lunch. She agreed. They enjoyed a light lunch with Ted talking constantly about himself. Shawnee just nodded and he continued talking. They finished eating and Ted suggested they go to a nearby motel for some fun. In a loud voice Shawnee said, "You would make love to another man?" Ted's jaw dropped and he asked, "What did you say?" "I said you would make love to another man? I am a man not a woman." Shawnee said it very quietly, but loud enough so just Ted heard. "No, I have been taken. If I had known I would never have invited you to eat with me." He looked around and saw everyone looking at him. Most of them were smiling or laughing openly. When the three of them were getting into the car both girls gave him a high five. They giggled their way back to the office. Back in his office he was smiling at how he had pulled that off. At quitting time both Susan and Carla wished him a good week-end. Then Susan told him a lot of the people there at noon had been told he was a man. It seems everyone had had enough of Ted and had wanted to see him knocked off somehow. Steve wasn't even mad that they had told people he was a man. That night at supper he was laughing as he told Sylvia about lunch. She couldn't help but think that this was how he was when they met. It was probably the first time since they became engaged that he was like this. This was the man she fell in love with. After the chores were done she told him that tomorrow she was going to get a big reward for him. She said she'd done some checking and found a place where she could get just the reward he would appreciate. He could hardly wait for tomorrow. The next morning he was dressed before Sylvia was up. When she woke he took her coffee in bed and told her breakfast would be ready in fifteen minutes. He was happy and looking forward to his reward. About nine they left to do some shopping. The first place was a shoe store Sylvia told him she just heard about. Once inside she told the clerk that he was looking for some different heels. They left with the ones he had been wearing in a box. He was wearing a pair of black patent leather two and a half inch pumps. They'd also gotten a similar pair in red. Then she drove to a strip mall and led him into a dress store. There she got five blouses and five skirts. They were longer skirts that came down just below the knee. She was heading for the check out when she spotted some earrings, and picked out three pairs that caught her eye. Inasmuch as it was already eleven-thirty she decided to treat him to lunch. They ate at a restaurant known for its chicken dumpling soup and its baked chicken with dressing. By the time they left they were both full. Back at home she told him all the clothes and earrings were his as a reward. She told him that after he'd put them away, she wanted to talk to him. He went to put everything away and wondered what was so important. He entered the living room and sat down. Sylvia said, "I am really happy over the change in you. I know you harassed Susan and Carla at work and now the three of you are the best of friends. That makes me very happy. I honestly didn't expect such a fast turn-around in you. That is the biggest surprise. I got you the new clothes because they are more normal for a woman to wear. I know the make-up will take at least three to four more weeks to come off. Until then you can wear whatever you want. If you would rather wear your men's clothes you can, but with that make-up it wouldn't look right. Your punishment is over as far as I'm concerned. Just don't go back to the way you were." "I have to tell you something. This last week has been an eye-opener for me. What Susan said about my small mind and being insecure in my manliness hit a nerve. Right now, even though I am wearing a blouse and skirt, I am more secure in my manliness than ever before. It takes a real man to wear a blouse and skirt, you know." They both laughed at that. Sylvia was proud of her husband and Steve was glad he had a wife who stood by him even if he was an ass at times. (c) 2005 by Margaret Jeanette