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Jennifer's Journey: Becoming the Perfect Wife - Part 1
By Jennifer Madison
Introduction
This isn't one of those stories where a husband gets tricked into wearing
his wife's panties only to learn that it secretly excites him. There's no
magic or sorcery either. This is the true story of discovery of who I
really am and about the lovely woman who guided me on this journey.
Was this journey entirely voluntary or was I coerced? Had I known where
this journey would take me, would I have so willingly gone along? Did I
subconsciously desire to be transformed into what I have become? To this
day, I don't know the answers to these questions.
I am a lifelong sissy who has always enjoyed to sensations of looking and
acting and feeling like a woman. And my lovely wife knows this. She has
always known of my secret desires and for years we had found fun ways to
incorporate this into our relationship.
But what started out as fun and games took a decidedly more serious turn
about two years ago.
But before we get to that, a little bit more about my wife and me. My
"real" name is John and my wife's name is Sarah. We are both in our late
thirties and have been married for over ten years. Since graduating from
college, we have managed to stack away quite a bit of money, especially
considering that we're really not that old. I made a lot working in high
tech and my wife did very well as a stock broker. On top of our incomes
we made some really good investments along the way. Two years ago, at the
age of 37, I officially retired and these days my wife works a very
limited and flexible schedule.
Sarah, who is a strikingly beautiful Asian woman, has always treated my
female alter ego, Jenny, with great tenderness and care. She understands
that Jenny is very much a part of my personality. And while I've have
always tried to portray a fairly masculine image when out in the real
world, the truth is I'm just not very manly. I'm skinny, I'm not very
strong, my skin is very fair, and frankly, below the waist I don't have
much to brag about. Nonetheless, Sarah always seemed to love and care for
me - although I never forgot for a single minute that a beauty like her
could have any man she wanted.
My New Goal
As I said, I retired a couple of years ago. This gave me plenty of time to
relax and putter around the house in ways that I had been too busy to do
before. And of course, this gave me plenty of time to enjoy being Jenny.
On a typical day, I would get up early, maybe 6:00, and shower and shave
and get ready for the day. Ever since I stopped working I've been keeping
my whole body shaved and smooth. Assuming that there was no need for me to
go out (and there rarely was), I might put on some light make-up, a nice
outfit, some jewelry and perfume and be Jenny for the day. Typically a
simple blouse and skirt (over my lacy underthings of course) would do the
trick. Or else maybe a silky ladies t-shirt over capris - things like
that. I would go downstairs and make breakfast for Sarah and bring it to
her in bed around 7:30 or so. We would then chat for a while, her still in
bed, me in a chair beside her. We would discuss our plans for the day. She
would often have chores around the house that she wanted me to do, which
was fine since I wasn't working any more. She would often go out for part
of the day, either to work or to go to the gym or to meet up with friends.
I typically found that the day flew by - between doing some chores and
watching a few soap operas -- a bad habit I developed since I stopped
working. I would always plan a nice dinner for the two of us, and I would
usually change into something a little more dressy and spice up my make-up
a bit. To make it special, most nights I would set the table in the dining
room with a table cloth and candles and a bottle of wine. After dinner,
we'd watch TV in bed and chat some more before drifting off to sleep, my
in my nightie and Sarah in her flannel pjs.
Anyway, I was truly enjoying the simple pleasures of being retired, having
time to be Jenny and having a supportive wife who didn't seem to mind.
I still remember the night. It was two years ago last September, a couple
of months after I stopped working and started spending most of my days as
Jenny. Sarah and I were curled up in bed, her arm draped over my satin
clad body, and she said, "Jenny, it's been so nice having you around so
much. And dinner was just so lovely tonight. You are becoming quite the
wonderful little housewife."
I shuddered with both excitement and with the sudden realization that she
was right. I was becoming the housewife to a sexy, successful, exotic
beauty. And she enjoyed it.
"But you know Jenny," she continued, "I worry about you a little. You
spend your days here all alone and that can't be healthy. I was also
thinking that since you seem to have decided that being a housewife is
what you want to do, I think that together we can make you into simply the
very best little housewife you can be. Would you like that?" she asked.
My head was spinning. "Well, yes," I responded. "If that's what you would
like."
"I would like that very much," Sarah said. "I have some ideas that we can
get started with right away. I love you, Jenny. You're going to make me so
proud." And with that she gave my bottom a little squeeze and kissed me
good night.
Let me tell you, I was up for hours that night!
Saturday Morning
Not much more was said about my becoming a better housewife for a couple
of days. I was beginning to think that maybe Sarah was just making
conversation. But on Saturday morning, over breakfast of Eggs Benedict
that I prepared and that we ate in our sun room, Sarah started to share
with me her plans. And as is typical for Sarah, she had everything thought
through.
"Jen, the way I see it, there are a few areas that I want you to focus on.
First, is your appearance," she started. I was suddenly feeling very self-
conscious. I started tugging at the hem of the sleeveless cotton dress I
was wearing, and staring down at my stockinged legs and my sandals with
the little heels. My wife, of course, was wearing jeans and a sweatshirt.
She sensed what I was feeling and quickly continued, "Don't get me wrong.
I think you look very nice. But I do have some ideas. First, I would like
you to lose 10 pounds."
"Ten pounds?" I thought. Jeez, I thought I was pretty skinny to begin
with. I would be really slim if I lost 10 pounds.
"We'll start you on your new diet today. If we don't make good progress
quickly, then we'll enroll you at Jenny Craig and that should do the
trick."
Sarah continued, "And you need to get some exercise. I would like to you
to start joining me at my Tuesday and Thursday morning Aerobics classes.
You can come in your boy clothes."
"Now for other aspects of your appearance, I think we need some
professional help. I made some calls and found a salon that was very
interested in having Jenny as a client." Sarah continued.
"You mean you told them all about Jenny - including her...secret?" I
asked. My mouth was completely dry and I was beginning to get a bit dizzy
just thinking about where all this was going.
"Oh yes, I told them all about you and they are thrilled. I have arranged
a weekly appointment for Jenny with them every Thursday afternoon. We will
decide what you'll have done each week - manicures, pedicures, facials,
waxing, that sort of stuff. They also sell and style wigs." she explained
excitedly.
My head started spinning. I was equally thrilled and terrified by her
plans. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Is this really what she
wanted? Is this really what she wanted me to become? I composed myself
and said, "Wow - that's a lot. You really planned this all out, didn't
you."
"Jenny," Sarah replied, looking at me piercingly, "I'm just getting
starting. Your appearance is just one of the things I want you to focus
on. Now I want to talk to you about certain skills."
"Skills?" I asked. "What kind of skills?"
"To be specific, I've enrolled you in a sewing class and a cooking class
at the YWCA two towns over. These classes are right after our Aerobics
class, so you'll already be out and about on those days. On Tuesdays,
you'll be home around lunch time, so you'll still have plenty of time to
change out of your boy clothes and be Jenny again if you want. On
Thursdays you can go straight to the salon after cooking class."
"Sewing and cooking at the YWCA?!!" I exclaimed. "But I'll be the only guy
there. Besides, I'm not sure I want to take sewing and cooking classes."
"I want you to take these classes," she replied sternly. "If you're going
to be the housewife, I expect you to put your heart into it. I've shown
incredible patience and kindness to you, Jennifer. I expect you to return
the favor by being supportive of this plan."
"I...I...I'm sorry", I stammered. "You're right. You've been nothing but
kind to me. I will try to be open minded about this. I'll do my best. I
promise."
"I'm sure you will." She replied matter of factly. "Let me continue. We're
going to work together on some other aspects of housework that I think you
can improve on. Ironing for one. But we'll work on that over time."
Sarah continued. "The third area of focus is going to be social. Like I
said, you spend too much time alone. I think the exercise classes, the
cooking and sewing classes, and the weekly salon appointments will help,
but I think there's more we need to do. I think you and I should plan to
get out together, as girls, at least once a week. We can drive a few miles
away from here and no one will know us. Would you like that?" she asked.
"Oh yes, Sarah, very much." I replied. My breathing was quickening from
the excitement of what I was hearing.
"Good. We'll plan to go out on Thursday evenings, when you're done with
your salon appointments. Also, I've also arranged for us to have a weekly
massage, here at the house. Again, I've made all the arrangements. Jenny,
you will simply love getting a massage every week."
"You mean, I will be dressed as Jenny, and a person will come to the house
and give us both massages?"
"That's right, girl," Sarah replied. "It will be great."
"Sarah," I asked, "Why do you want to do all of this?"
Sarah replied, "I want to do this for the both of us. You may not be able
to admit it, but I know, down deep, this is what you want too."
Jenny's New Schedule
And so, just as Sarah described it, I was on a new schedule. Sarah was
expecting a lot from me and I didn't want to disappoint her.
For about three-quarters of my week, I was living as Jenny. Life quickly
settled into a pattern, and while I never bargained for any of this, I
must admit that I was living out my most incredible dreams. I was becoming
the loyal, dedicated - and increasingly attractive - housewife to my sexy
wife. Sarah planned my daily schedule and chores. She also made quite a
few changes to my wardrobe. My daily attire of simple tops and skirts or
capris was slowly being replaced by new things Sarah was buying for me.
Increasingly I was put into white or pastel tops that were cuter and
lacier, often with little cap sleeves or a poofy short sleeve. Some of the
tops had pretty ribbon details. My skirts were fuller, swingier. Some days
I wore dresses, typically sleeveless or with short sleeves. Most of my
dresses fell slightly below my knees and were nicely fitted, with
princess seams or darts, and some with skinny belts that I could cinch in
tight around my waist. On my feet, Sarah might pick out sandals or pumps
with a small heel, or else sometimes ballet flats. I wasn't so dressed up
to be comical or outrageous, but I was certainly more dressed up than most
other housewives. I could see Sarah was less interested in turning me into
another soccer mom - and more interested in turning me into June Cleaver.
And I loved it! Every time I passed a mirror in our house as I went about
my daily chores, I would stop and gasp and admire myself. I would think,
as I smoothed out my skirt or fix my hair in the mirror, how lucky I was
to have found such an understanding woman who seemed to know my deepest
desires better than I did.
Now at this time, my hair had grown out pretty well - it was kind of
shaggy and pretty long. But I could never get it to grow out thick and
long enough that it looked truly glamorous. And besides, I was still going
out in public as a boy pretty often. So I settled for living with my own
hair when I was around the house, and with some work it really didn't look
bad. But for going out purposes -- or if I simply wanted to look my best
for Sarah -- I would sometimes pin on a wig.
I was really pretty happy with how I looked. I certainly wasn't a true
beauty, but I was almost passable (and very passable under the right
conditions). And the dieting really did pay off. I lost a couple of pounds
each week so there was no need to go to Jenny Craig. I even lost more than
10 pounds in the end, and Sarah was right - it did improve my appearance.
My shoulders and arms looked a bit more slender and my legs looked a bit
leaner (although I have to admit, my legs have always looked great).
I took better care of my skin by copying Sarah's nighttime routine and my
complexion looked smoother and clearer. I was taking better care of my
hands and feet too. Overall, I was, day-by-day, becoming softer and more
delicate in ways that pleased me very much.
And so by the end of September, I was starting to live as Jenny - pretty
much full time from Thursday afternoons until early Tuesday mornings. The
more time I spent as Jenny, the more natural I felt as Jenny and the more
Jenny's personality was able to shine through as it had never been
permitted to before. Tuesday afternoons and Wednesdays were usually spent
in boy clothes, as I would sometimes use this time if I needed to run
errands outside the house or do some chore in the yard. Although over
time, this too would change.
So Fridays through Mondays - four days a week -- I would rise early and
get my self cleaned up and dressed. (Sarah would usually suggest what I
should wear the next day as we lay in bed the night before). Over
breakfast, Sarah would list out the chores she wanted done for the day and
to let me know her schedule. Sarah was usually out of the house for at
least several hours a day - and was rarely home at lunch time. As I said,
she still worked and enjoyed it, although her schedule was very flexible.
As soon as the breakfast things were cleaned up and put away, I would get
busy on my chores, such as the laundry and vacuuming and dusting. I got
better at ironing over time with some help from Sarah and soon I was
spending a lot of time ironing her clothes. My chores included paying
bills, so about 2 days a week I spent some time in Sarah's home office
taking care of bills or balancing the check book. I call it Sarah's
office as I had really given up use of our home office to Sarah after I
stopped working.
In the middle of the day, I would make myself something light to eat,
always being careful to stick to my diet. I might take a break during the
day to watch some TV or read a magazine -- Allure has become my favorite.
By mid-afternoon, it was time to start planning for Sarah's dinner.
Anything that needed a lot of time to prepare I would start on right away.
Then by 4:00 or 4:30, it was back to the bathroom to fix myself up. After
a long day of chores, I would need another shower and would have to redo
my make-up. Still in my robe, I would get most of the rest of the dinner
preparations taken care of, like setting the table, getting the wine out
of the cellar and making the salads. By 5:30 or 6:00 or so, I would change
into my outfit for dinner. It became very important to me to look my best
for Sarah each evening - and I worked hard at it. When I finally came
down the stairs each evening for dinner, Sarah would usually be in the
living room reading the paper and waiting for me to emerge. My heart would
swell to near bursting when she would stand-up as I came down the stairs
and rush to give me a big hug (no kissing on account of my make-up). She
would shower me with compliments about how beautiful I looked, how nice I
smelled, or how pretty my outfit was. She would often make me twirl around
in the living room for her so she could take in the whole effect,
especially if I was wearing something new that Sarah had gotten for me --
which was really pretty often at this point. My typical dinner outfit
might include a little black cocktail dress, some pearls, smoky black
stockings and sexy high heeled sling backs. The compliments and hugging
would continue for several more minutes until we finally sat down for
dinner. About once a week I would enter the dining room to see that Sarah
had bought flowers for me!
I would serve up dinner and I conversation turned simple and conventional.
We talked about our respective days, the news, that sort of thing. I would
sometimes serve Sarah dessert and an after-dinner drink in the living
room. There, sitting on the couch, with a little alcohol and a good meal
in us, we would often start making out like teenagers. Sarah would whisper
sweet and sexy things into my ears while nibbling on my neck and running
her hands all over my body. Things would heat up until it became clear
that we better get to the bedroom in a hurry. Upstairs, I would quickly
change out of dinner dress and into a very pretty nightgown or teddy (I
had loads of them). Sarah would usually strip down to her undies. And then
we would make love. In my new role, it was understood that Sarah would
take the lead in bed, and I was perfectly fine with that. Whatever she
wanted, I was more that happy to comply with. After much foreplay -- often
with me orally serving her for a little while -- Sarah would tell me it
was time to put on a condom (condoms were so much neater Sarah explained).
She would roll me onto my back, lift up my nightie, straddle me, and slip
my little "Princess" (that's what Sarah liked to call it) inside of her.
Soon she would shift around so that her legs were between mine, allowing
me to wrap my legs around her waist. Sarah would bring her knees up a bit
so that she was almost kneeling between my legs. As she started to get
more excited, I needed to fight any urge to release too soon. It was
important that I perform well and long enough for my loving and deserving
wife. Often I would feel her fingers work their way down to massage her
clitty while she fucked me. I would feel the tips of her long nails
scraping the base of my little "Princess". As she got more worked up Sarah
would moan and start talking to me as she stared down into my eyes. "You
like being fucked by me, don't you Jennifer? You love having your legs
wrapped around me and having me fuck you, don't you?"
"Oh yes, Sarah, I do. I love being fucked by you." I would whimper in
response.
"Oh you are so hot, Jenny," Sarah would continue. "You are so sexy. I love
feeling your silky smooth legs around me. I love having your little
"Princess" deep inside of me. I love having my own little housewife to
fuck whenever I want. That's what you are, isn't it. My own little
housewife, my own little fuck toy?"
"Oh yes, Sarah. That's what I am. I love being your housewife. I am your
little fuck toy. I would do anything for you Sarah, anything," I replied
breathlessly.
And with that, Sarah would press her lips hard against mine and thrust her
tongue deep inside my mouth. She moved her hand away from her clitty and
grabbed both of my soft, manicured hands in hers and held them down on
either side of my head, pinning me to the bed. Sarah's body would shake as
she climaxed. This was my signal to release as well and I exploded inside
her. Our combined orgasms seemed to go on for minutes.
After a while, Sarah would begin breathing normally again and come back
down to earth. She would smile at me and tell me how much she loves me.
I would of course tell her the same and tell her how lucky I felt to be
married to such an incredible woman.
Sarah said she felt the same way about me!
Things to Learn
As you recall, Sarah had insisted that I take some classes, both to
improve my skills as a housewife, but also to get me out of the house a
bit each week. And in the end, the gym classes and even the cooking and
sewing classes weren't too bad.
The Aerobics classes were kind of fun, even though I was the only guy
there. And it really paid off. Combined with the dieting, the exercise
made my tummy flatter and I think my butt looks nicer too. To the gym I
would wear light-weight sweat pants and a long sleeve t-shirt because I
don't like people seeing that my arms and legs are hairless. The bad part
is that I have to take a shower in the Men's locker room at the gym
because I go straight to other classes right after Aerobics. Fortunately,
the Men's locker room is pretty dead most weekday mornings, but sometimes
there are other men there. Most of the time, I can figure out some way to
avoid letting the other men see that there is a hairless, silky-smooth-
skinned sissy in the locker room. (One time I had neglected to remove my
bright red toe nail polish and didn't realize that there were other men in
the locker room who could see my feet beneath the curtain as I took my
shower - but that's another story).
While I didn't mind being the only male in Aerobics, sewing and cooking
classes were a bit more awkward, due in part to fact that I went to these
classes alone, without Sarah. I could tell that most of the other ladies
felt I didn't belong (after all, these were courses at the YWCA).
Nonetheless, I took the lessons seriously and I think I learned a lot.
Sarah always complemented me on the foods I had prepared that I brought
home from cooking class. And I even made a skirt for Sarah in the sewing
class.
That was all the easy part.
Then there was the salon.
Let me first say that ever since Sarah put Jenny on this new program,
she's been driving me around a lot. We have two cars, but these days she
seems to like shuttling me where I need to go. After Aerobics (which we go
to together anyway), she waits for me to come out of the locker room. Then
she drops me off for cooking or sewing class. She comes back 90 minutes
later, either to take me home (on Tuesdays) or to take me to the salon
after stopping for a light lunch together on Thursdays. Although we never
talked about it, I think there are two reasons why she likes to shuttle me
around: First, it ensures that I really go to the commitments Sarah has
made for me. And second, it is one more way that Sarah can use to make me
increasingly dependent on her and to emphasize to me that I am no longer
the free and self-reliant man I once might have been.
Anyway, after sewing class on Thursday, Sarah would drive me over to the
salon for what would typically be a 3 hour session! Upon my arrival, I
would be sent into the back room. Fortunately, I was almost always treated
in the private area in back, not in the big rooms out front with all the
other ladies. I would change out of the boy clothes I wore to sewing class
and into a light robe the salon provides wearing nothing else but my
panties. While I was changing, Sarah would discuss the afternoon's
treatments with Denise, the salon owner who had expressed delight to Sarah
in having me become both a regular customer and a project. As I was led
away to start my first treatment of the day, Sarah would retrieve a
garment bag from the car and leave it in the salon office where she would
collect my boy clothes that had been left in a bag there. Obviously, I
would go into the salon each Thursday a boy and have to come out dresssed
as a girl to match the rest of my look.
A typical afternoon at the salon would start with a waxing session. I have
been waxed repeatedly - all over my body (yes - I mean all over). As a
result, the hair on my body seems to be growing in more slowly and finer
than before. Then, typically a facial, or sometimes another treatment like
a body wrap or a parafin treatment. Then it was onto the
manicure/pedicure. Depending on what Sarah asked for, sometimes this was a
fairly simple affair, although often she would have requested nail wraps
for me, giving me, at least temporarily, long, sexy nails.
Very quickly I realized I wasn't just Denise's project. I had become the
pet project of the entire salon staff. Over time I got to know all the
girls who worked there, each taking turns with her specialty with me.
Each visit would include some work with either my own hair or with one of
my wigs. My natural hair has been given a pretty, layered cut -- the best
they could do with what I have. It's now got pretty auburn highlights. The
style and highlights are both subtle enough that I can still be out
dressed as a guy, but with a little fluffing and styling, it looks pretty
girlish. And after a visit to the salon and some professional attention,
my own hair could look really pretty.
The last step of each visit was make-up and Denise almost always did this
herself. This was part make-over and part instruction. I would pay careful
attention to her lessons and then practice each new technique or with each
new product the following week.
After the salon girls were done with me, I retrieved my garment bag from
the office and changed in an unused treatment room. I was always anxious
to see what outfit Sarah had picked out for me to change into because I
never had any idea what she packed. And seeing the outfit Sarah picked
would give an indication of where the rest of the evening would go (of
course the salon girls knew everything, but wouldn't share a bit with me).
A simple outfit, like slacks or capris or a denim skirt might indicate
that after the salon, Sarah would take me to the movies or maybe an
evening in the park which we enjoyed several times before the winter
started. Something dressier would usually mean that we were heading out
for dinner. On these occasions, the salon girls would generally been
instructed to give me a more glamorous look and to style and pin on one of
my wigs for the evening. Sarah and I had a found a restaurant that we
could feel very comfortable at and it soon became our favorite destination
on Thursday nights.
So while my hours in the salon were sometimes painful, sometimes tedious
and almost always a bit embarrassing (because the girls at the salon would
make such a fuss over me), it was all worth it. Sarah would squeal with
delight upon seeing me emerge fully dressed and fully made-up. I would be
greeted with an enormous hug and praise. Sometimes she would claim not to
have found parking out back so we would exit through the front of the shop
past all the other lady customers and have to walk some distance down the
sidewalk to where Sarah had parked. So for my many hours in the salon, not
only did I get one night a week where I looked absolutely super and make
Sarah so happy with me, but my overall look improved a lot over time with
the repeated treatments and instruction.
And so my new life began to take shape. Gratefully following the path my
wife picked out for me, I began to transform into the very model of a
perfect housewife. I worked very hard to please my loving and deserving
wife, to make her life at home just the very best it could be. I worked to
look my best so that she would be proud to be out with me. As my feminine
being bloomed, I found I was ever more dependent on Sarah for everything -
for making decisions, planning my days, setting my diet, deciding what I
would wear. I felt my old self slipping away. I also found that I lived
for Sarah's compliments. My hours of work in straightening the house or
making a meal or prettying myself for her were all worth it when she would
show her appreciation and affection.
My life was becoming more fulfilling by the day, knowing that I was
becoming the housewife that my lovely wife deserved.
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