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Turnabout
By Margaret Jeanette
Margaret and Stanley Morgan were making love. Maggie was on top
of Stanley. That was how they'd made love for the last three years.
They finished, and when Maggie grabbed at the clothing on the floor
she found she'd grabbed Stanley's under shorts. On impulse she put
them on, then reached down and grabbed her panties and tossed them
to Stanley.
He asked what he was supposed to do with them. She told him to
put them on. He protested and she slapped him hard. She ruled the
roost and he knew it but this was too much. She grabbed his
testicles and asked him if he was going to put them on. He agreed.
She slid into bed and cuddled with him, kissing him and cooing.
She felt him down below and saw he was hard again.
"You must like wearing panties. You feel harder than before. We
can go again."
She mounted him and started to rise and fall slowly. She massaged
his breast and felt his nipples harden.
"Tell you like wearing panties. Come on, I want to hear you say
it!"
"Please don't make me say that."
"Come on, say it or I'll stop!"
"OK, I like wearing panties!"
"Tell me you want to wear them all the time."
"I want to wear them all the time."
"That's great. You can keep them on tomorrow and tomorrow evening
we'll get you your own to wear."
They both came and she rolled off of him. He asked, "You were
kidding about getting me my own, weren't you?"
"No, since you like wearing them, you can wear them."
"What will people think, me wearing panties?"
"Do you drop your pants for anyone besides me?"
"No, but what about when I go to the gym or doctor?"
"Don't worry about that. Doctors have seen it all. Didn't you
tell me that you are usually the only one in the locker room at the
gym?
"Well, yes, but there are times other people are in the locker
room."
"I could dress you in a dress and you could use the ladies locker
room. Then you wouldn't feel out of place."
Stanley didn't like where this was leading so he kept his mouth
shut. He lay there wondering what outrageous thing she would come
up with next. She lay there thinking about what she had just said.
She giggled as she pictured Stanley in a dress.
The next evening they were shopping for panties. Margaret picked
out the brightest colors and laciest panties she could find, and
got him eight pair. He shuddered when he saw what she was picking.
"How come you are picking those? You wear white cotton panties.
Why can't you get some plain white ones for me?"
"Well, this way they can easily be sorted when they are in the
wash. I won't have to check labels or anything. Besides you'll look
sexy in these."
She led him to where the bras were. There was a big bra sale
going on. She put seven brightly colored and a black bra in the
basket.
Back at home she told him to change the under shorts in his
drawer with the panties. He did as she said but was ready to cry.
When he took his evening shower he changed into a bright red pair
of panties. They had rows of black lace all the way around them. He
felt stupid wearing them.
When they were getting ready to go to bed Margaret told him how
sexy he looked in the panties. She told him to leave them on for
bed. Then she got an inspiration. She told him to wait when he was
stripped to his panties. Then she handed him a red baby doll
pajama top. It was trimmed with lots of lace. She told him to put
it on.
"Why would I want to wear this?"
"It matches your panties perfectly. You want to be fashionable
don't you? I can get you some red lipstick to go with them if you
want."
He was defeated. If she said she'd take it further, he knew she
would.
Once in bed she checked him out and found he was hard. She
couldn't resist.
"Wearing nylon turns you on doesn't it?
"No, it's being in bed with you. I always get hard when I get
into bed with you."
"I don't think so. I think it's the nylon panties and baby doll
top."
"Think what you like! I think it's getting in bed with you and
you think differently. Everyone is allowed their opinions."
She mounted him and rubbed his chest through the top. She slowly
rose and fell. While he was groaning in ecstasy, he heard her say
something about bras, but he was too deep in lust to pay attention.
When they were done they both laid in afterglow. After some time
Margaret asked him when he was going to get up and put on a bra.
"What are you talking about? I never agreed to wear a bra!"
"Yes, you did. You did when we were making love. When I asked if
you wanted to wear one all the time you grunted a grunt that meant
yes. Now, go put on the red one we got tonight!"
He hesitated and she pinched him and told him to go put it on
now. He got up and turned on the bedside lamp and slowly walked
over to the bag on his dresser. He took out the red bra and brought
it to the bed. He removed his pajama top and slowly slid the bra up
his arms. Again he thought he would cry as he fastened it in back.
He put the pajama top back on and crawled into bed. He felt
embarrassed as all get out.
The next morning Margaret told him to leave the bra and panties
on. The bra felt tight on his chest but he did as she commanded.
He was glad his shop was in the backyard. He created stained
glass statuary that he sent to a broker who forwarded them to
sellers. There was a great demand for his work. He sent things out
every two weeks and within a week he received a check for them. He
was always surprised at how big the checks were. He was glad that
he didn't have to worry about selling them as he wasn't a salesman
in any form. Besides, he had a hard time putting a price on them.
At about eleven thirty every day he would go into the house and
make a light lunch for him and Margaret. She was supervisor in the
loan department at a local bank and was in charge of all the loan
officers at the bank's five locations. Her ability to come up with
creative financing had propelled her into the job.
That night and for the next few nights nothing was said about
going any further in dressing him in woman's clothes. He hoped she
was dropping the whole thing and soon would let him return to all
men's clothes.
His hopes were dashed a week later when she said something about
nylons and him wearing them. He was in the throes of passion and he
knew he had agreed to wear them. The next morning Margaret produced
a fancy garter belt and some nylon stockings. She fastened the
garter belt, showing him how to do it, then proceeded to teach him
the proper way to put on the nylons and fasten them.
He kind of liked the feel of the nylons but he knew better than
to say anything like that to Margaret. That day he finished what
was his biggest creation yet and started another. His creative mind
was busy working overtime. He thought about two different creations
he could make.
For some reason his pants legs rubbing against his legs made him
feel like sex. In his mind he was making love to Margaret. He felt
the way he did when he had just made love to her. He didn't
understand how this could be but enjoyed the feeling.
Everything was quiet as far as going any further. Margaret always
said he should continue wearing what he was wearing, every time he
asked to go back to his regular clothes. The sex was exquisite so
he continued to wear what she wanted him to wear.
He figured she was done going any further when she didn't push
for any more for over a month, but that was shattered one day when
she came home with a bunch of camisoles. She told him camisoles
were what were worn over a bra and that from now on he was to wear
them. He didn't protest as he figured it was useless.
The next morning he took a break in the middle of the morning. He
usually didn't drink as much coffee as Margaret, but he opted to
have a cup. He sat and contemplated his options. He could demand
Margaret stop this foolishness or he could go along with it. He
hated the thought of where she might go with it. Should he refuse
to go any further and not take part in any more of her fantasies?
He loved her! No, he adored her. He thought she would never put
him in any danger nor would she want to embarrass him in any way.
Finally he decided to go along with whatever dream she was living.
He went back to work feeling better about things. He was into his
latest project when he realized Margaret would be home shortly. He
hurried into the house and quickly got some soup started heating.
The he got the frying pan out to make grilled cheese sandwiches to
go with the soup.
Margaret was all bubbly when she walked in. She commented on how
good the lunch was and how he took good care of her. He knew she
always did things in twos so he waited for the axe to drop. He knew
her too well. She was up to something but he didn't know what. Just
as she was leaving she told him she would probably be a little late
getting home in the evening.
All afternoon he wondered what she had in mind. It became a
major distraction to him, so he called it quits early. He went in
the house and sat to see what was on television, found a game show,
and half-watched it. His mind was wondering what she was up to now.
Figuring she would probably be a half hour late he started a
supper he could let simmer on the stove. He got out some beef stew
that was in the freezer. Having defrosted it in the microwave he
put it in a pot to heat on the stove on a medium heat.
She breezed in just as he expected, a half hour late. He served
the meal and they ate in silence. He cleared the dishes and went to
join her in the living room. Margaret looked the way she did when
debating something in her mind.
Finally she said, "I have been doing some thinking. You are now
wearing nylons, right?"
He agreed with her, and she continued, "When wearing nylons it
calls for certain things. I took the liberty to get you some
different shoes to wear."
She opened a bag she had on the floor next to her. She took out
four boxes. He recognized them as shoe boxes. She opened all four
boxes. He saw red, black, white and blue heels in them. They all
had about two and a half inch heels.
"You don't expect me to wear those, do you?"
"Now tell me which shoes go with nylons, the ones you have on or
these? I want you to be honest with me. Which ones?"
"You know very well which ones but why can't I wear my regular
shoes?"
"You should wear what goes together. Try it, and see it isn't
that bad. Now try a pair on. What color do you want to try?"
"I guess the black ones."
He put on the black pair and knew he was defeated. Margaret had
a smirk on her face. She told him he looked better in heels and he
should thank her that she didn't get a higher heel for him. She
told him he was going to wear heels from now on.
He was angry and said, "You know where you are going with all of
this. Why not just get whatever you want and get it over with!"
"Don't talk to me in that voice. You want the whole works? Well
tomorrow is Saturday and I'll get whatever I want for you and you
will wear it! You want this to come to an end? I have been going
slowly to allow you to get used to it, but you want it to come to
an end? Well, tomorrow it will come to an end."
She left and headed for the bedroom. He knew she was angry.
When he crawled into bed she was sleeping. He laid there
wondering what she was going to get tomorrow. He bet it would be a
dress. He wondered if he could put on a dress. He doubted he could
but she had her way of getting him to do things he really didn't
want to do. He finally drifted off to sleep.
He woke up and saw she was already up. He went to the kitchen and
she was sitting at the table having a cup of coffee. He looked at
her face and knew to keep silent. She was in deep thought and he
didn't want to disturb her.
She was already dressed and without saying a word to him left to
go shopping. He felt bad that he had upset her, but there were
limits a person can take. He got dressed and went out to mow the
lawn. Living in the country gave them a large lawn to mow. He used
the rider and did the front then the side yards, leaving the back
yard for last. He went around the many trees there, and the back
yard took almost an hour. He finished the mowing and put the rider
in the shed where they kept it.
He then went in the house and poured himself a glass of pop and
headed for the living room to relax for awhile. He was surprised to
see Margaret sitting on the sofa with packages taking up the rest
of the space on the sofa. He wondered what she had bought but
decided to keep quiet.
After about ten minutes Margaret spoke, "Well are you ready?"
"Ready for what?"
"You said you wanted things to end. You wanted to take my fun
away, so are you ready to change?"
"Do what ever you want. If you want to wait, I can wait!"
"No, you wanted me to end this journey so I got what I had in
mind. I didn't really know if I wanted to do this or not but you
forced the issue. Strip down to your bra, panties and nylons and
we'll get started."
He stood up and started to get undressed as she had said. He
figured she had gotten him a dress. He didn't want to put one on
but he would for her. His jaw dropped when he saw the first items.
"It doesn't make sense to wear a bra without filling the cups."
She said as she put adhesive on then slid breast forms in his bra.
She grabbed a large bag that was definitely filled. She took out
a multi-layered petticoat and had him extend his arms so he could
get it on. Once on, she pulled a dress out of a bag and soon he had
that on. She buttoned up the back of the dress, satisfied that he
wouldn't be able to get out of it without her help. The dress was
pale blue with tiny red flowers printed on it. When he had it on
the skirt stuck out more than he had ever seen a skirt stick out.
The she took out a raven colored wig that was medium length but
with massive curls. She put it on his head and was satisfied that
it hid his hair. Then she told him to go sit at her vanity.
He headed for her vanity. On the way he felt the petticoat
caressing his legs. This is nice he thought. He sat down at the
vanity. She had him face her and started to do his make-up very
slowly and deliberately. When she was done she had him swivel
around and look at himself in the mirror.
He looked at himself in the mirror and couldn't believe it was
him. His eyes looked so different! His lips looked fuller than he
thought they were. He was actually kind of pretty.
Margaret waited a few minutes for him to take in the changes.
Then she asked, "Well, what do you think, Sonia?"
"What? Who's Sonia?"
"You are, silly. It took me until today to think of a proper name
for you. I wanted one that would fit your image and I picked Sonia.
Now, come on, it's time to make lunch."
He got up and went to make lunch. He decided to make his Dagwood
sandwiches for lunch. He heated the Canadian bacon, sliced turkey
breast and cheese together and placed it on the tomato and lettuce
he already had on the bread.
They enjoyed the lunch and after that Margaret showed him two
other dresses she had gotten him. One was a light violet silk dress
with a swirling pattern and trimmed with wide white lace. The other
was a pale pink western style dress with pink and white fringe
hanging from the sleeves and skirt bottom.
"Nothing but the best for my Sonia. I got you the best because I
feel you deserve it."
He looked at the two dresses and thought the western one was the
better looking one. He imagined the fringe swinging as he moved
about. He was roused out of his thoughts by Margaret.
"You'll need more than three dresses so why don't we go shopping
this afternoon and get you some more. You can help pick out what
catches your eye."
"I can't go out like this. Besides you know, I am not a shopper."
"Listen, you look marvelous and you have never shopped for
clothes before. Give it a try and see. I think you'll enjoy it."
After more discussion he finally agreed to accompany her to go
shopping. They were in the car and just pulling out when Margaret
said, "I really appreciate you going along. I wondered how you
would take everything and now I feel better."
"I did all of this because I love you and I figure you would
never do anything to harm me in any way. If I had any choice, none
of this would ever have happened and I would still be wearing men's
clothes, but because I love you I am doing this for you. It looks
to me that this is the best present I can give you, so I am giving
it to you."
There was complete stillness in the car after that. Margaret
pulled into the parking lot of a large mall and parked the car.
She turned toward him and said, "You are showing me complete
unconditional love. You make me sorry I did this to you. If you
want we can go back and you can change into your men's clothes. And
wear them from now on."
"No, we came here to do some shopping, so let's shop! Besides I
want to see how that fringe on the western dress flaps when I move.
You created the animal so now you have to live with it. All my
materials get shipped to me and I ship out the finished product. Do
you realize this is the first time in over three weeks I have been
out of the yard? Promise me you'll let me wear my men's clothes
when I want and I'll do anything you want."
"Are you saying you'll wear the dresses on your own in the
future?"
"Yes, when I get the urge. Are we going to sit here all day or
are we going shopping?"
They left the car and headed for the mall. Both were extremely
happy, both looking forward to the future.
(c) 2005 by Margaret Jeanette
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