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Jennifer's Journey: Becoming the Perfect Housewife -- Part 2
By Jennifer Madison
At Sarah's suggestion, starting in the Fall two years ago, I started
living as Jennifer at least four and a half days a week. Together, Sarah
and I have been working to mold me into a perfect, doting and feminine
housewife. My girl wardrobe has increased dramatically from all the
shopping we've been doing. And between trips to exercise class, the salon
and my cooking and sewing classes, I have come a long way.
I was very comfortable in my role as Jenny. In fact, having lost some
weight and wearing my hair in a somewhat styled and subtly highlighted
way, I started feeling that my increasingly baggy male clothes were kind
of silly. Anyway, as Jenny I felt great and I think I was really starting
to look great too.
I have never felt as fulfilled as I do when I see the look in Sarah's eyes
that tells me that she appreciates all my efforts - in my chores and in my
appearance - and that I have done well in supporting her as her wife.
And yet, while every moment spent as Jennifer is thrilling - especially
when I can be with Sarah - I sense that I am not entirely in control of
who I am becoming and where my life is headed...
The Middle of the Week
As I've already explained, my life has taken on a certain rhythm. To
understand my life as Jennifer, you need to understand my schedule.
Tuesdays and Thursdays start with me dressed as a boy - first with a trip
to the gym, then onto my classes, which are sewing on Tuesdays and cooking
on Thursdays.
After a couple of months of spending so much time as Jenny, Sarah and I
agreed - well actually, she decided and I went along - that I might want
to see if I could get my facial hair removed permanently. Sarah thought it
would be really great to get rid of, or even just thin out a bit, the hair
especially over my lip and on my chin. She pointed out that I could stay
as Jenny for longer periods if I didn't have the "time bomb" of my beard
to worry about so much. Sarah did her usual research and reported back
that it wasn't at all hard to find places that routinely did hair removal
for men. And so, starting in late October, for 90 minutes each Tuesday
afternoon after sewing class, I would find myself lying on my back while a
technician worked away at my face.
With my face irritated and more than half the day gone, I would rarely
slip back into being Jennifer on Tuesday afternoons. We typically went out
for a quick lunch together (as a boy and a girl - how novel!) and take
care of any errands that need to be done. So a trip to the hardware store
or the supermarket would usually make up the rest of our Tuesday
afternoons. Also, I rarely cooked on Tuesday evenings. This seemed like a
good time to call out for Chinese food or a pizza or to eat at a
restaurant in town.
It is interesting to note that the more time I spent as Jennifer, the more
I picked up on differences in how Sarah treated the two different versions
of me. I have no doubt that she loves both halves of my personality and
she was always caring and sweet to me whether I was dressed as a boy or as
a girl. And yet, it became very clear to me that she preferred Jennifer's
company over John's. She seemed more talkative, animated and adventurous
with Jenny. Her emotions around and for Jenny were simply more intense
than her emotions with John. And while Sarah shared a bed with John on
Tuesday evenings, there was little romance and definitely no love-making
going on.
Wednesdays started out as somewhat of a challenge. Falling between
Tuesday, when I needed to be a boy for most of the day, and Thursday
mornings, which were also spent as a boy, I sometimes didn't know what to
do with myself on Wednesdays. When Sarah and I first came up with Jenny's
schedule, it seemed to make sense to spend Wednesdays as a boy as well. I
could use this time to do errands in town or chores in the yard. But this
quickly became less than satisfying to me. With Sarah out of the house for
most of the day on Wednesdays, I felt somewhat lost and became bored on
these days.
Well, throwing myself into the role of the perfect housewife soon solved
this dilemma for me. After a couple of months of living as a woman and a
wife four and a half days a week, I found that certain chores were
mounting up. As Jenny I kept a running "to do" list of chores that either
Sarah wanted done or that I had thought up myself. Over time, the list
starting growing as I wasn't getting everything done - especially the
bigger, nastier projects. The solution: Wednesdays! I decided that
Wednesdays would be my day to focus on the uglier chores that needed to
get done. And so, after showering and shaving early in the morning, I
would do my face up with the lightest, simplest make-up job I could do. I
would wrap a bandanna around my head, tying it behind my neck. Then I
would dress myself anticipating some heavy work. I would start with my
cotton panties and bra and skip my usual girdle or waist cincher. I would
put on a tank top or sweat shirt and some jeans or shorts and my white
Keds sneakers. After clearing away Sarah's breakfast plates and starting
her shower, I would get to work.
Some of the big projects I've tackled on Wednesdays include shampooing all
of the carpets in the house, polishing the wood cabinet fronts in the
kitchen, scrubbing the tile floors in the all the bathrooms (we have four
of them!), and polishing the silver, to name a few. Twice a year, I bundle
up Sarah's summer and winter wardrobes and move them between her walk-in
closet and a cedar closet we had built in the attic.
After finishing her shower and getting dressed, I noticed that Sarah would
usually stop and watch me work for a few minutes before heading out for
the day. I think she got a certain thrill seeing me in my "hard work"
clothes, working up a sweat, maybe wearing my big yellow rubber gloves,
maybe on my hands and knees scrubbing the floor. She often seemed to stop
and watch me work for far longer than I would think could be interesting.
By planning my day carefully and getting an early start on Wednesdays, I
was usually able to get most of these projects done by the early
afternoon. I would then make myself a light lunch and still have time to
watch my favorite soap operas. After all the exertion and a quick shower,
I found I needed to take a nap in the late afternoon. As John, I would
never have considered taking a nap, but as Jenny it seemed a natural and
enjoyable part of my day. I loved the feeling of snuggling into my comfy
bed in a warm nightie and drift off to sleep after completing a big chore
in the house.
I was careful to set my alarm so that I would wake up in time to get
myself pulled together and get started on Sarah's dinner. In keeping with
the overall casual tone of Wednesdays, I kept dinners simple on Wednesdays
- maybe a pasta dish or left-overs and a nice salad. When Sarah came home
on Wednesday evenings, she would usually find me in the kitchen, clean and
fresh from my shower and nap. And Sarah would always notice and make a big
fuss over the big job I had completed during the day. I always felt so
good that I had truly earned Sarah's praise and her love.
The Big Question
As we snuggled together in bed one Wednesday night, after a nice dinner
and much praise over my work to straighten out the boxes in the basement,
I again asked Sarah the question that had been haunting me off and on for
weeks. "Sarah, honey, why? Why are you so excited about me becoming more
feminine? Why is this so important to you?"
Sarah looked me in the eye and replied, "Jenny, dear, aren't you happy?
Isn't this the life that you always dreamed of?"
"Well, yes," I stammered. "This has been incredibly exciting for me. I
mean, I never even dreamed that I'd be living the life I'm living now. I'm
very happy - I'm just - I'm just a bit confused."
"I understand," Sarah replied. "These changes have been pretty dramatic -
and it has happened pretty quickly I suppose. I think it's natural that
all of this would leave you somewhat confused."
"Sarah - that's not what I mean. You're evading the question. You're not
telling me why this is so important to you. Yes, I'm happy. And grateful.
But why? Why do you like having me this way?"
Sarah looked hurt. "Isn't it enough that I love you? Isn't it enough that
I want you to be happy? Isn't it enough that I know who you really are -
and I love all of you? Of course it's unusual. You're special. You're
complicated and deep. That's why I love you so much. You are a delightful
person. I have always been drawn to your...hmmm, gentle side, even before
I realized how deep and powerful it was. I love our time together as we
explore all the facets of who you are. Jennifer, we all have special needs
and secret desires - you have them, I have them, everyone has them. I'm
just being understanding of your special needs and helping you fulfill
your desires, just as you would help me."
She concluded, "I would do anything for you, because I know you would do
anything for me. Right?"
Immediately I exclaimed, "Of course, Sarah, you know I would do anything
for you. Oh, I am so lucky to be with you. You are so good to me."
"We're good to each other. Now get some sleep. Tomorrow we start going to
the gym earlier," she said as she turned off the light and kissed me on
the forehead.
I fell into a deep, blissful sleep, unaware that in just a few short weeks
I might realize that I had just agreed to a bit more than I bargained for.
Back to the Gym
As you know, part of our routine was to go Sarah's gym on Tuesday and
Thursday mornings - me in my boy workout clothes -- for an Aerobics class.
Sarah had told me that we would start going to the gym 45 minutes earlier
because she had signed up for an appointment with a personal trainer twice
a week, right before our Aerobics class. I suppose I grumbled a bit about
getting up earlier. When I asked what I would do while she took her class,
Sarah told me I should ride the exercise bikes, because the extra exercise
couldn't hurt.
Well that's what we did. The first day of Sarah's personal training, I
parked myself on one of the exercise bikes, which are situated on a raised
platform area overlooking the weights and body building equipment. After
just a couple of minutes, Sarah came out with her trainer. Oh my god, I
thought - that guy is built! Sarah's trainer was a dark skinned man, mid-
twenties I guess, at least six feet tall with the physique you'd expect of
a professional trainer. In his sleeveless workout shirt you could see his
rock hard biceps and meaty shoulders. For the next 40 minutes or so -
although it seemed like hours - I watched as Sarah's trainer fawned all
over her. Sarah looked hot in her tight and fairly revealing workout
outfit, her long silky black hair pulled back in a pony tail. Several
times I saw the trainer using a lot more physical contact than I thought
was necessary to show Sarah how to stretch or the right technique on the
various pieces of equipment. And worst of all, Sarah seemed to be loving
the attention. She was giggly and cute in ways I can't even remember her
behaving with me. It was torture to watch as I sullenly peddled my bike
pretending my best that I was ignoring the show in front of me.
Sarah gushed about how great her workout was, first as we waited for our
Aerobics class to start and again on the drive over to cooking class. I
said nothing until later that day, after Sarah had picked me up from the
salon. She wanted to go out to dinner but I said I didn't feel like going
out so we went straight home. Sarah knew something was bothering me,
although she pretended not to know what it was. "So what's the matter,
Jenny?" Sarah asked innocently.
"Give me a break," I replied huffily. "You know why I'm upset. I didn't
like having to watch you with Mr. Universe out there. And you! You
couldn't get enough of him drooling all over you. What was that all
about?"
"You really are too much," Sarah responded coolly. "For once I'm doing
something for me - something that makes me feel good - and you get all
upset about it. There was absolutely nothing going on in the gym that I
should feel bad about. Carlos is helping me learn how to exercise
properly. That's all, so get over it. I don't know what's going through
your head, and I certainly didn't see any "drooling" going on."
"I don't know..." I lamely answered, starting a sentence I didn't know how
to complete.
"And besides," Sarah interrupted, "I thought you would kind of like the
idea of me getting in shape." Sarah moved in closer to me. "I mean,
wouldn't it be cool if I got stronger." She put her arms around me
tightly and started whispering in my ear, "What I'm saying is, think about
the possibilities if I got to be stronger than my lovely little wife.
Think about being in bed and think about me getting to have my way with
you whenever and however I wanted." A wicked grin spread across her face.
She knew exactly how badly she was turning me on.
I could only moan.
She grabbed me by the wrist and led me to our bedroom and she did indeed
have her way with me.
She totally ruined the incredible work the girls at the salon had just
done on me.
It was wonderful. And I completely forgot what had gotten me so upset
earlier.
Evenings Out
So as I've said, we almost always went out together on Thursday evenings
(provided I wasn't throwing a fit like I did after watching Sarah with her
personal trainer that first time).
While we had some variety to our Thursday nights out, like most couples,
we developed a comfortable routine that we stuck to most Thursdays.
Sarah had discovered a charming restaurant and bar that turned out to be
perfect for us, the Old Watermill Inn. It is about 30 or 40 minutes
outside of town, so it not very likely we would ever see anyone we knew
there. The OWI, as we like to call it, is in an old stone building - maybe
it really was a mill once - with high ceilings, exposed beams and a lovely
fireplace that is delightful in winter. The OWI attracts a very mixed
crowd (young/old, straight/gay, whatever). Some folks dress casually and
some, especially the older crowd, dress up a bit, which is great because I
don't really stand out just because I'm wearing something a little bit
dressy. We also like it because it's pretty dark inside and the booths in
the back dining room have very high backs giving lots of privacy. The bar
out front is usually pretty busy and noisy but the restaurant part is
pretty quiet, at least on Thursday nights. After visiting just a few
times, the hostess Kay greeted us by name when we arrived and took care to
seat us at a table that would be comfortable for us. We also had a
favorite waitress, Melissa, who chatted and joked with us in addition to
taking care of us almost every time we went there. If the staff and other
guests ever noticed that there was something "unusual" about me, nobody
has ever said a thing. Sarah and I have always felt welcome and safe
there.
Sitting across from each other in a booth, sometimes Sarah would get a
little bit flirty with me and I loved it. She might place her lovely
manicured hand on top of mine. Sometimes I might feel her foot rubbing up
and down my stockinged leg beneath the table. She might even reach her
hand onto my knee - and maybe even up my thigh as we sat there. She knew
these things made me completely crazy. Sometimes I wouldn't be able to
even finish my meal because she had me so distracted and turned on.
After a nice dinner and a couple of glasses of wine, we would usually stop
by the mall on the way home. The stores were open late on Thursdays, but
after 8:30 or so, there really weren't many shoppers except before the
holidays. This worked well for me as I felt I could shop comfortably
without anyone really noticing me since I could keep a little distance
from other shoppers most of the time. And with Sarah near me, I felt more
confident. And if any men were around, they'd be focusing their attention
on Sarah's fabulous body and wouldn't glance my way for even a second.
Shopping was one of my favorite things to do. Sarah would usually insist I
buy something - maybe some new bras or stockings or a pair of boots or
shoes - every time we went shopping. If I was picking out a blouse or a
dress, Sarah would drag me into the fitting room and make me try on the
new purchase right there in the store!
By the time we would get home on Thursday nights, we would both be in a
bit of a frenzy. I was still beautifully made up and styled by the time we
jumped into bed and Sarah would delight in her lovely and very horny wife.
I would typically put on one of my prettiest, laciest, silkiest,
strappiest peignoir sets. Sarah would treat me like a bride on her wedding
night and I was all too happy to oblige.
A Weekly Massage
I have already described most aspects of our weekly routine, but I have
not yet described our Friday morning activity. Sarah had arranged for us
to get a weekly massage at home. Before our first appointment, I was very
nervous. Sarah had assured me that she had found a good massage therapist
who didn't seem to care that "Jenny" would be getting a treatment. Sarah
tried to calm me by telling me how much fun I would have getting a massage
as Jenny. And so the plan was that we would have our massages each Friday
starting at 10:00.
I worked with Sarah to set up our sun room to be a little spa area. With
the light filtering curtains drawn, even on a sunny day the room took on a
peaceful but not somber feeling. We purchased a genuine folding massage
table and set that up. We placed scented candles around the room and
placed a pile of new fluffy white towels on one of the side tables. With
some Enya or other New Age music playing softly on the stereo, I felt like
we had created a very nice replica of an actual spa.
On the day of our first massage, I worked with Sarah to get ready. I
showered and worked extra hard to make sure every inch of me was as silky
smooth as possible. As Jenny, I absolutely must wear make-up, but I tried
to keep it as light and natural as possible. I tucked my "little
princess" into a very tight pair of panties which hid virtually any trace
of unsightly bulges. I pulled on one of my one-piece bathing suits and
slipped my breast forms into the soft cups, and voila! Not bad, really. I
slipped on one of the two new matching white terry cloth robes and some
flip-flops and I was ready.
Needless to say, it takes Sarah a lot less effort to get ready. She took a
quick shower and then slipped on a pair of panties and her matching robe
and she was good to go.
The doorbell range and Sarah let the massage therapist in. It somehow
wasn't what I expected. She was an older woman - a little frumpy actually
- and didn't seem particularly friendly. Her name was Anna and she spoke
with a heavy eastern European accent. She looked me over pretty hard the
first time she saw me but had no visible reaction. Then it was right to
business.
Not really knowing what to expect, I asked Sarah to go first. While Anna
was out of the room, Sarah took off her robe and gracefully slid her
nearly naked body between the crisp white sheets that were draped over the
massage table. Anna returned to the room and for the next 40 minutes
worked over every muscle in my lovely Sarah's body. She started with Sarah
on her back and then, half way through, had Sarah roll over onto her
tummy. I enjoyed watching as Sarah received her treatment, hearing happy
little grunts and moans from her as Anna did her thing.
And then it was my turn. I dropped my robe onto the couch where I had been
sitting and climbed under the sheet just as Sarah had done, except I was
wearing my swimsuit. Anna started working away at me. With me lying on my
back, she started at my shoulders and my scalp, and then worked her way
down my left side - my upper arm, lower arm, hand, hip, thigh and calf.
She rubbed my feet and even my toes before working her way back up my
right side. At each stop on her journey around my body, she would pull
back a portion of the sheet and I would secretly look down and watch her
hands at work on me - either on the bare and pale skin of my arms or legs,
or maybe through the shiny Lycra of my swimsuit. I particularly enjoyed
watching Anna's hands work on my feet with their brightly painted toe
nails. I was completely lost in the sensation of the experience - the
fragrant oils on Anna's hands, the sweet smell of the candles, the gentle
music and gauzy light - it was heavenly.
Anna needed to shake me out of my dream state to get me to roll over. And
then it continued. Shoulders, back, hips, thighs and calves. And then it
was over.
Sarah paid Anna and saw her to the door. I was both completely relaxed and
highly stimulated by the whole experience.
"Oh, wasn't that heavenly?!" I gushed.
"Yes, it was very nice," Sarah replied without much excitement. "She's a
very good masseuse, but I think we should try some others."
"Well, if you insist," I replied, "But I can't imagine it getting any
better than that."
"Oh, I can," Sarah replied, not looking directly at me.
Into the Tub
Sarah suggested we keep up the relaxing spa feeling by hopping into the
Jacuzzi together. We have a luxurious master bath with a huge whirlpool
tub that is easily big enough for two. I ran ahead to start filling the
tub. While it was filling, I brought some of the scented candles up from
the sun room and placed them around the bath. And even though it wasn't
quite noon yet, I thought it would be nice to have some champagne, so I
filled two flutes and brought them up as well. I added just a drop of
bubble bath to the water and instantly the tub exploded into a sea of
foam.
I fixed my make-up with a bit of powder and freshened my lipstick. I
climbed in, still wearing my swimsuit and got comfortable in the hot
water. Sarah slid in beside me, completely naked of course, a moment
later. We sat together in silence for several minutes, both just enjoying
the sensation of the whirlpool and each other's company. We both took a
few sips of our champagne. Sarah's right hand lazily slid up and down my
left thigh, as I started to caress her silky right thigh with my left
hand.
"Jen," Sarah said softly, "I don't think I answered you completely the
other night about why this whole thing - you becoming Jenny - was so
important to me."
I swallowed hard, expecting Sarah to drop some sort of bombshell on me.
"Jen, sweetie, because of you, I am living the most luxurious life any man
or woman could hope to live. My day starts with breakfast in bed and most
nights end with a delightful, elegant dinner. That lamb dish you made the
other night was incredible! With the table cloth, the candles, the
wine...it's always just so lovely! And the house - you keep it spotless.
And the way you take care of my clothes - I've never in my life had my
underwear ironed and put away in my drawers the way you do. It's like
being an heiress or something."
Sarah had shifted around in the tub. Her body was turned towards me and
her left leg was now draped over mine. She stared deeply into my eyes. "I
just want you to know how much I appreciate all you do for me and how
happy it makes me."
"But you know how much I love doing it for you," I replied.
"I know. That's what makes it so wonderful. I would hate to think that all
this was drudgery for you. Jenny, you should know that you've found your
calling. And the more feminine you become, the more you seem to enjoy
living this life. Everyday, little by little, you are becoming lovelier
and more absorbed and fulfilled by being a housewife. And I have never in
my life ever felt so loved, so adored as I have since you've started
working so hard and being so focused on being the perfect wife. The more
feminine you become, the more caring and generous you are towards me. I
see in it in everything about you -- the way you listen to me when I'm
telling you a story, the way you laugh at my jokes, the way you seem so
concerned if I'm having a problem at the office. You were meant to be
someone's wife. I'm just so glad that you're mine."
"Oh Sarah, I am so happy being your wife. There is nothing I would rather
do or be. I love you so."
"And I love you, Jenny," Sarah whispered to me. By now Sarah had an arm
wrapped tightly around me, and I could feel her grinding her pelvis into
my hipbone. She was really getting hot. "Jen, let's get you out of that
bathing suit and into bed."
I don't remember ever moving as fast as I did right then. In just a few
seconds, I peeled off the swimsuit and panties and slid - still wet from
the tub - next to my beautiful and equally wet spouse. I slipped a condom
over my little "Princess" and climbed on top of Sarah. I don't often make
love to Sarah naked - I'm usually in a nightie - but I still felt like a
girl. My finger nails and toe nails we painted a bright shade of pink and
my skin was wet and smooth and silky. I could still taste the lipstick on
my lips and feel my earrings dangling from my ears. I gently slipped my
"Princess" into my beautiful Sarah and I straddled her hips as she brought
her legs together. I sat upright as Sarah and I moved our hips in synch.
Sarah ran her hands across my body - playing with my nipples and then up
and down my ribs which were very visible since I had lost all that weight.
I leaned down over Sarah to kiss her. She wrapped her arms tightly around
my neck and crushed my lips into hers. She jammed her tongue hard and deep
into my mouth. I eagerly sucked on Sarah's tongue. Sarah unwrapped one of
her arms from behind my neck and I felt her hand start to move down past
her tummy. She started panting as she began playing with herself.
"Oh Jen, you are so good to me. Oh yes, Jen, oh, oh Jennifer, you are so
hot, oh yes, oh yes." Sarah's breathing was getting harder. "Is this what
you like, Jen, is this what you want? Do you like it when I fuck you like
this? Is this what you like?" Sarah's body was bucking hard beneath me.
"Is this what you like? Do you like being my fuck toy? Do you? Do you like
being my little love doll?"
Wow! "Oh God, Sarah, oh yes, oh yes! I love being your love doll, your sex
toy! You can do anything you want to me! Fuck me hard Sarah. Fuck me all
day long!"
And when I said this, Sarah screamed as she exploded in a wild climax. And
so did I.
I remember Sarah saying she loved me before I passed out.
We both slept straight through that Friday afternoon and it was already
pretty dark when we woke up. Feeling energized from our extraordinary day
and our long rest, we decided that we needed to go out - as two girls of
course. But that story will have to wait.
Satisfaction
And so my life as Jennifer continued to evolve and deepen. Everyday of the
week brought a new adventure, a new experience for me in my new life. I
found enormous satisfaction in the most mundane aspects of a housewife's
life. As John, weekdays were boring. As Jennifer, weekdays were thrilling.
And everyday, I thought I had found heaven and had experienced it all.
How wrong I was. I was still in the earliest days of my new life, in the
first stages of this incredible journey.
There is so much more to tell.
Please let me know if you have enjoyed Parts 1 and 2 of my story. If
people are interested, I'll continue the tale. Please tell me what you
think in the Reviews section.
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