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Avon Calling By Margaret Jeanette Shirley Rozinski was going over her Avon orders. She sold Avon products on the side from her job at a local bank. She was happy because she had over a hundred fifty dollars worth of orders just from her workplace alone. It seemed all the tellers and a lot of the other co-workers liked Avon products. She filled out the order sheet from her work, and then turned to the orders her husband Stanley had turned in from his workplace. Stanley worked in a paper converting plant with women who hand sorted the paper. He brought the loads of paper in to them, they removed the defective sheets, and he took out the finished loads. He regularly collected orders for his wife from the women who worked with him. She smiled when she saw the order from Monica Best, one of the women who worked in Stanley's plant. Monica was a close friend and the two of them had gone shopping together many times. She processed several other small orders and came across one for ninety-three dollars from a 'Carolyn.' She remembered two weeks ago Carolyn had ordered a black dress and some lipsticks. Carolyn wasn't afraid to order big. This time it was another dress and two jewelry sets plus deep red lipsticks. She made a note to ask Stanley about Carolyn. She completed the orders and was happy that her commission was higher than it had ever been before. This was going to call for a shopping expedition probably with Monica. She called Monica and set up the shopping trip. The next night she asked Stanley about who Caroline was. He told her she was just a girl at work. He said he didn't know much about her. The next evening she was shopping with Monica. They took a break in the food court and she asked Monica about Carolyn. Monica said she didn't know any Carolyn. "You must. Stanley has brought in two good-sized orders from her. She must work with you!" "Listen, I usually hand out the paychecks and there is no Carolyn at work. I know everyone and we don't have a Carolyn. Maybe it is someone he knows from somewhere else." "Yeah, I guess that's possible. Did I tell you I have three home parties next week? Yes, Monday, Tuesday and Thursday evenings. The Avon business is really taking off. Hopefully my customer base will grow to where I can do it full time." "I am glad for you. You seem a natural when it comes to selling cosmetics. " "Would you like to come along and be my demonstrator model? All you have to do is apply the make up and demonstrate how it looks. You can keep all the cosmetics you use." "I'll think about it. It sounds like it might be fun. Besides, it would give me an excuse to get out some." Back at home Stanley was in bed sleeping when she got home. They had shopped until the last store closed. She put her purchases away and got ready for bed. When she got up Stanley had already left for work. She couldn't get Carolyn out of her mind. Who was this Carolyn? Was she someone who Stanley was seeing on the side? Where did she fit in? Shirley was sure there was an acceptable answer for it but at the same time she had a sense of dread over it. All day it was on her mind. She wondered what Stanley was up to. She'd never noticed any signs of infidelity, but she just didn't know. By the time she got home she was convinced Stanley must be seeing Carolyn on the side. When Stanley came in and kissed her on the cheek she was very unresponsive. Stanley noticed right away. He knew she had something on her mind and decided to wait for her to bring it up. He figured something had gone wrong at her work. They were eating supper when Shirley said, "I asked Monica about who Carolyn was and she said there was no Carolyn at work. Now, what I want to know is who Carolyn is? Where do you know her from? And I want the truth! I don't want some cock and bull story." Stanley knew he was in trouble. He sat quiet for quite some time. Finally he asked if they could discuss it after supper. Shirley agreed dreading the worst. Stanley thought about what and how to tell her about Carolyn. He knew he was going to tell the truth but he didn't know what she would do about it. He loved her and didn't want to hurt her. Shirley could tell from the two body language courses she had taken that he was in turmoil. She knew he had something important on his mind and couldn't decide what to say. She was sure he was going to tell her he had a girlfriend on the side. They were sitting in the living room when Shirley asked, "Well, are you going to tell me all about Carolyn?" He sat quiet for a few minutes then started, "Well, Carolyn started when I was about seven years old. Carolyn was a girl that lived down the street from me. She was the prettiest girl I had ever seen. Three days in a row I got into a fight with the neighborhood bully and came home with my shirt either torn or buttons missing. My mother had a fit about it and dressed me in my older sister's dresses that were too small for her. For about ten days I had to wear those dresses and panties, the works. About the fourth day I started to like the feel of the dresses, and playing with my older sister as if I was a girl. Well, mom finally relented and let me go back to my boy clothes but whenever I was alone after that I would dress in my sister's clothes. I didn't think she knew until she moved out and gave me her cheerleading outfit as a present." "So you are telling me you wore dresses as a child. What happened to Carolyn? Did you two have an affair? Where does Carolyn fit in?" "Well, when we got married I thought that wearing dresses was over for me but I was wrong. I tried one of yours but it was too small, so I got one at the discount resale shop. Then you started selling Avon and I saw the dresses in the little catalogs and finally got the nerve to order one. I used the name Carolyn so you wouldn't know it was me ordering. I never thought you would want to meet her or push so hard to get to meet her. I am sorry I never told you about this but I was afraid to. I didn't know how you would take it. I am really truly sorry but it is part of me, part of who I am." Shirley saw the tears and knew he was telling the truth. Her interest was raised in how he looked in a dress. She just couldn't imagine how he looked when he was fully dressed and made up. "I believe you but I want to see you in one of your dresses. You ordered that black one from Avon and some lipstick and jewelry. Go put it all on so I can see how you look." He went and did as she said. While he was changing Shirley wondered what she could do about this. She loved him but this really changed how she saw him. Could she accept him as the man he seemed to be before? She wondered if she could work with him on this. She wondered if she could accept that he liked to wear dresses. She decided to let it take its course and see what develops. When he reappeared he was wearing the black dress and the jewelry and lipstick. She saw he had black nylons on but no shoes. He didn't appear real feminine but definitely didn't appear masculine. "Don't you have any shoes to wear? What about a wig? Are you wearing a slip under the dress?" "No, I don't have any slips or shoes. I am too afraid to buy them in a store. I don't know what size to get anyway." "I don't know what I am going to do about this. I need some time to think this all out. How many other dresses do you have?" "I have two other dresses. One is blue with red roses and one is a yellow sundress." "Are you wearing panties under your dress?" "Yes, I have one pair of panties. They are pretty tight, as they were a pair of yours that I tried." "I'll bet they are the black lace ones. I wondered what had happened to them. They are stretch lace so they shouldn't be too tight." "Well, they are tight. They don't stretch as much as you think." "I really need time to consider all of this. You might as well keep that dress on for the rest of the evening. I've seen you in a dress so you don't need to hide it any longer. My husband, who I thought was all-man, is nothing more than a sissy in disguise." At bedtime she thought about giving him a nightgown to wear but decided against it. The next day all she could think about was how he could wear a dress. It intrigued her that he would even put one on. She wondered what she should do with his so-called hobby. She got home and started supper. She spilled some water on the floor and as she wiped it up she thought about how she hated cleaning the house. Stanley got home and kissed her. She seemed a lot warmer than last night. He was glad it was out in the open. His feelings of guilt were over now. At supper she said, "My feelings are hurt that you couldn't tell me about your feminine side. You evidently didn't think I would understand. You can wear your dresses now as you clean the house. All the cleaning is yours from now on. After supper I want you to go put your panties and nylons on. We are going shopping. " She didn't say it in an angry sort of way, so he figured she wasn't real angry with him. After supper he went and put the panties and nylons on. When he asked why he had to put those things on she told him they were going shopping for some shoes for him. She drove to the mall and led him into a self-service shoe store. Soon he had a pair of red sandals with inch and a half heels and a pair of multi-colored sandals with low heels. Then Shirley picked out a pair of black heels with a four-inch heel. When they checked out she told him to remove his shoes, and handed him the black heels to wear. "Please, not here!" he pleaded. "You have to get used to wearing them. Put them on, now!" The sound of her voice scared him and he put them on. At first he had a bit of trouble walking in them, but then it got easier. He became less embarrassed that he was wearing heels with his slacks and shirt. Shirley led him into a woman's wear store where she picked up three bras and half dozen panties for him. He was glad when she told him they could wait to get home before he could try them on. She led him into a Victoria's Secret store and picked him out four very feminine nightgowns and three more lacy panties. Then they stopped at a Country Woman store where she picked up two aprons liberally trimmed with lace. Then it was a stop at Wigs, Inc. for a wig for him. She picked out a chestnut colored that closely matched his hair. It was rather long with lots of curls and bangs in front. She also got him a wig stand and a wig cap there. They returned home and he put all of his new clothes away. Shirley told him he needed to take a bath and she would help him. He wondered why she had to help him until he stepped into the bathroom and smelled the flowery scent in the air from the hot steaming tub. "The water is too hot for you to get in right now so I am going to rub this lotion all over you to give you smooth skin. A lady loves to have smooth skin!" She rubbed the lotion all over him and he felt a stinging sensation. When she finally said the bath water was ready he was glad to get into the bath. He was shocked to see all of his body hair disappear. When he was done Shirley helped him pat himself dry and dusted him with after bath powder. He asked what people would say tomorrow if anyone smelled the powder, and she told him it wouldn't be that evident. She handed him a coral pair of the new panties to put on. He got them on and she handed him a coral nightgown to put on. He felt delightful, wearing the nightgown. He couldn't believe Shirley was helping him so much. He wondered why he had never told her before. He was just as happy as could be. Shirley reminded him, "Tomorrow after work you can start cleaning the house. You can wear your blue dress and make sure you wear an apron over it so you don't get any stains on it. Your red sandals should go with it. You should be able to get the living room and the bedrooms cleaned tomorrow night." He saw a flash and knew she had taken a picture of him. It was their Polaroid camera, and when it developed he saw a clear picture of himself in his nightgown. He noticed how the lace on the nightgown stood out in a very feminine way. The next morning Shirley told him to wear the panties to work. He didn't want to but she convinced him that no one would see them anyway. On the way to work he thought about how lucky he was to have a wife like Shirley. He never in his wildest imagination thought she would take his cross-dressing this way. That evening after supper he cleaned the living room. It looked spotless after he finished. He heard Shirley on the phone but couldn't make out any of the conversation. He went to do the bedrooms and was working on the spare bedroom. A short while later Monica arrived and Shirley let her in. Shirley said, "I met Carolyn and she does work with you. You just never recognized her is all. In fact she cleaned my living room tonight and right now is doing the bedrooms." "I can't believe there is anyone who I don't know at work. I hand out the paychecks and I never handed one to a Carolyn." "If you promise not to tell anyone I'll let you meet her." "I promise, but if I work with her it is going to be hard to ignore her isn't it?" "Not really. I don't think you should have any problem once you meet her." Shirley sent Monica to see for herself that she did indeed work with Carolyn. Monica looked in the spare bedroom and at first didn't recognize who Carolyn was. Then it came to her. She was totally surprised. "Well, well, well! Shirley told me she found out Carolyn worked with me but I never thought it was you. You look darling. I never suspected it would be you!" "Please don't tell anyone. If this gets around I don't know what I would do. I never thought Shirley would tell anyone else about me and my dressing up." "Don't worry! Your secret is safe with me. I see you did a beautiful job in the living room, and this bedroom looks real nice. Do you enjoy cleaning the house?" "It's not so bad. Everything is pretty easy to do. I guess Shirley sees this as a trade for me dressing. I don't mind it at all." "Well, you look great. It took me some time to see it was you and I see you everyday at work. So I think you could pass easy if you wanted to. How about you go shopping with Shirley and me sometime?" "I don't know about that. I am comfortable here at home but I don't think I would enjoy shopping that much." "Well, we'll see. You never know until you try it. Tell me you'll at least consider it. I won't do anything to embarrass you." "OK, I'll consider it, but no promises." He loitered in the bedroom until he was sure Monica was gone. Then he went to Shirley and asked her why she'd had Monica come over. "Monica is my best friend. I have no secrets from her. Besides she promised me she wouldn't tell anyone. I don't think it's a problem. She thinks you look real cute in your dress and apron." "I don't care. I think it would have been better if you'd let me know she was coming over. She surprised me and shocked me, is all. Then she kept pushing for me to go shopping with you two." "What's so bad about that? I think it is a good idea. We can go and make a day of it. You may find you enjoy it more than you think." "I am not a shopper. I know what I want and in most cases I know where to find it in a store. You two can take all day shopping and buy very little." "Whatever you say. Tomorrow night I have a home party and will be away, so you have a good chance to clean the kitchen. Make sure you do the floor. It needs a good cleaning." The next day at work during the morning break Monica came and sat by him. "Well, Carolyn, how is it going?" "Don't call me that here! Shirley told me you promised not to say anything." "I promised not to tell anyone else. I didn't make any promises about talking to you. Did you get all your cleaning done last night?" "Yes, tonight I am going to do the kitchen. Shirley has a home party tonight so I'll be all alone. There won't be anyone to get in the way." "It helps a lot when you can do something and not worry about someone getting in the way. If there's anything I can do to help, I'll be glad to help. Just let me know. I think it's wonderful that you let your feminine side come out like that." "Thanks, I guess. I don't know about my feminine side sometimes. Shirley just surprised me with her attitude is all." "Shirley is a one of a kind. She knows that many different things go into making a person who they are. She is one smart woman and I know she loves you very much. She won't do anything to hurt you if she can help it." "Yes, I am lucky to have her. I know that!" That night when Shirley got home from the party Stanley was in bed. She looked at the kitchen and saw it sparkled, everywhere she looked. He had done an excellent job of cleaning it. She wondered why she had never had him clean anything before all of this. She felt a sense of warmth for him that made her want to do anything for him. The next day being casual Friday Shirley wore a pair of jeans and a plain blouse. When Stanley got home he put on his black dress. Shirley asked him how many dresses he had, and he told her three. She said he needed more than that plus he needed some cotton ones for cleaning the house. She told him they would go shopping for some tomorrow. He didn't know about shopping but told her he would go along. He figured he would wear jeans and a shirt, and she hadn't done anything to make him feel uncomfortable, so he figured it would be all right. The next morning he was eating breakfast in his nightgown when Shirley told him that his blue dress would probably be the best one to wear for shopping. When he said he was going to wear jeans and a shirt she told him that to try on a dress he should be wearing a dress. She told him he would want to see how any dress would look on him, and not to worry about it. He wasn't as convinced as she was but he decided to go along with her. He had a sinking feeling in his stomach about this, but he could see her reasoning. He got dressed as she said and she helped him with his make-up. When he looked in the mirror he saw a woman, not beautiful but not bad looking either. Shirley had him wear his pink flats, telling him they would be the easiest to walk in and they matched the pink in his dress. He still didn't know about all of this. He got into the car and she drove. He had flip-flops in his stomach but hoped it would be a quick shopping expedition. He had a look of fear when he got out of the car. Shirley told him he looked like a woman and there was nothing to worry about. He followed her into the mall. They went into the first dress shop they came to. There she had him try on three dresses and picked one that looked pretty good on him. The next dress shop they came to she said was too expensive for them. The next one she said was for teen-age girls, and they continued on their way. The next one she led him into. She had him try on four dresses. When he came to see how the third one looked in the mirror he was surprised to see Monica there. Monica told him the dress looked great on him. It was a beige house dress with lace trim on the upper part. He tried on the last one, a dark blue creation, but Shirley and Monica both said it didn't look right on him. They ended up taking the beige one. On the way out she noticed him looking at a red brocade dress with a straight skirt. Both Shirley and Monica saw him taking a close look at it. Right outside of the store was a kiosk selling pierced earrings. Piercing was free with a purchase. Monica said he should have his ears pierced. Before he knew he was sporting pierced ears. They ended up buying four pair of earrings for him. He was surprised when they went into a women's accessories store. There Shirley had him pick out a purse and wallet combination. He picked out a red combo that had a long shoulder strap and was covered in red velvet. Monica picked up a jewelry box and gave it to him, telling him he needed his own so he wouldn't have to use Shirley's. It was lunch time so they went to the food court to eat. They had a good chat as they ate. Afterward they continued their shopping. At various stores they picked him up four more bras in different colors and more panties including a pair of black petti-pants with a lot of red lace trim. They also found him three more house dresses. He was happy that Shirley was helping him but wondered why he needed so many different dresses. . At a costume jewelry store they got him six bracelet-necklace combinations and three more sets of dangly earrings. He wondered why he needed so many different earrings. He wondered why he would be wearing all that jewelry while cleaning the house. Shirley told him in a gruff voice that she expected him to look as feminine as possible whenever he was dressed. They were retracing their steps and he thought it was good that they would be leaving. He was surprised when Shirley led him back into the store where they'd gotten the beige dress. She went right up to the red brocade dress and took one off in his size and told him to try it on. He went and tried it on. The skirt really restricted his walking, making him take really short steps. Both women told him that the dress looked great on him. He told them about the restriction and they said, that's how the dress is made. Shirley told him they were going to take it and that she had seen him looking at it earlier, so he must have liked it. Next door to the dress store was a shoe store where Shirley had him buy a pair of red pumps with a stiletto four inch heel. He protested that he would never be able to walk in them but Shirley told him he would get used to them in no time. She told him if he protested any more she would have him wear them home to get used them. He hoped they were finally done shopping, and Shirley told him it was time to go home. Monica gave both of them a good bye hug and kiss on their cheeks. He was surprised when she said 'good-bye Carolyn' to him. Back at home she had him put his new items away. When he had done that she told him to clean both bathrooms. He went to do as she said. She was starting to enjoy having someone else do the cleaning, and as well, she enjoyed her new-found power over him. He finished the bathrooms and she told him he could prepare supper for them. He loved to cook so he made a delicious meal. Shirley watched as he moved about, andthought about how she could broaden his horizons while dressed. At supper she said, "I think we have to set some ground rules about your dressing. I promise I'll let you dress, but you will only dress when I say you should. Also, I will decide what you are going to wear. You will wear what I say when I say, and when you are dressed you will do what I say without argument. Even if you only have one female garment on, you will do as I say, no argument, or I will have to punish you. How does that sound to you?" "I guess it sounds all right. I never thought you'd accept me in a dress. I am sorry I didn't tell you earlier, but I was afraid to say anything." "I understand that you couldn't bring yourself to tell me, but that's all over now. How did you enjoy shopping today?" "It wasn't bad, but did you see how that one saleslady was looking at me. I would swear she knew I was a man!" "She probably did know, but she wanted to make the sale so she wasn't going to make a scene. Most of them work for an hourly wage plus commission on what they sell." "Well, it was spooky, thinking she was going to call security or something." "They only call security when there's shoplifting or a disturbance in the store. Now, tomorrow I want you to do the laundry. You can wear your black dress with the red flowers and your red heels. It will give you a chance to break them in properly. I want the laundry hung outside so it gets a fresh air smell. Also I want you to iron all of it." "You never iron it, why do I have to iron it?" "Because I told you to iron it, that's why! Remember, you agreed to do what I said without argument. While the wash is running you can clean all the carpeting in all three bedrooms and the hallway and living room." "That doesn't sound too bad. Hopefully I'll be done in time to watch the game on television." "I may have some other things for you to do, so don't get your hopes up on the game. After supper I want you to hand wash and dry the dishes. Do you think you can do that?" "Yes, I can do that. It isn't a hard job." He finished doing the dishes and went in to see Shirley. She asked him what he padded his bra with, and he told her it was socks. She laughed at that. At bedtime she handed him a fancy long nightgown to wear. He took it and was very happy. He slept like a baby. The next morning he was up and got dressed before seven. Usually he slept until about eight-thirty on Sunday mornings. He went into the kitchen and made a pot of coffee. He was having his first cup when he got the idea to make Shirley breakfast in bed. At eight he made her bacon and eggs with strawberry jellied toast and orange juice. He carried the tray in to her, taking very short steps because of the four inch heels he had on. She was lying awake and smiled when she saw what he was bringing. It looked so good he left to make himself the same thing. He was finishing when Shirley came in wearing denim jeans and a shirt. She told him he could get the tray and do up the breakfast dishes, then he had to get busy with the wash and the cleaning. He told her he would be right on it. Shirley told him she was going to do some running and that she would be back before he made lunch. He got the tray and did the dishes. Then he went and put the first load in the washer. Then it was starting the carpeting. He wasn't done with the second bedroom when he wanted to take the heels off. Then he thought that if Shirley caught him in different shoes she might cancel all his dressing. He thought he would wear them until she got home, then ask her if he could change into a more comfortable pair. He knew she would understand. After the second bedroom was done he checked, and the first load was done. He emptied the washer and put the second load in, then took the basket and went to hang the clothes out. He had to walk and stand on his tiptoes because his heels sunk into the ground. He wished the clotheslines were over the cement patio. He was just finishing their bedroom when Shirley came back. He finished it and went to ask her if he could take his heels off and wear more comfortable shoes. "I told you last night I would tell you what to wear, and I told you to wear those. I didn't say anything about any other shoes. You can keep them on, that way you will be able to break them in right. I bought you a present, so come into the bedroom and I'll help you with it." He followed her into the bedroom and she told him to strip down to his stockings and panties. He did and she glued silicone breast forms on his chest. She told him they were C-cup and he should thank her for not getting D or DD cup forms. He thanked her and wondered why she'd glued them on for one day's use. He saw two other bags on the bed but didn't think anything of it. He re-dressed, and went to take the second load out of the washer. His legs were killing him but he kept going. He got it hung up and went to finish the hallways and the living room. By the time he was done the third and final load was done. He took it out and got it hung up. The first load was dry so he took it down. Then he was in the kitchen ironing the first load. He wondered why he had to iron most of the things, but ironed them anyway. He heard Shirley in their bedroom and wondered what she was doing. She came into the kitchen and got a soda out of the refrigerator. He saw she had that smile on her face like a cat that had just swallowed a canary. He knew she was up to something but didn't know what. He had all of the underwear ironed and she told him she would put it away for him. He was glad she was helping him because he didn't think he could walk another yard in those damn heels. A short time later she came through carrying a box and went into the garage with it. The ironing was taking longer than he thought it would but he finally finished the first load. He slowly walked to put it away. When he had put away all of it he sat on the edge of their bed to rest his feet. It felt so good to get the weight off his feet. Finally rested, he went to check the rest of the laundry. It was all dry so he took it down and took it in to iron. He wasn't a quarter of the way through it when he saw it was time to make lunch. He made soup and a sandwich for lunch. Shirley asked him if he was enjoying himself and he told her his legs were killing him. She told him all women had to go through some pain to look nice. After lunch he did up the few dishes and resumed his ironing. He would give anything to be able to get those heels off. It was mid-afternoon when he finally had all of the ironing done and put away, and Shirley told him he had to practice putting on his make-up. She had him stand in front of the bathroom mirror and practice, and when he thought it was right to let her see it. A half hour later he presented himself to his wife for her inspection. She told him he had too little eye shadow on and that he didn't use the blush enough. He had to go back and redo the whole thing. He was starting to get bad cramps in his legs. He sat on the toilet and rubbed the backs of his calves. Finally he went back to see what she had to say. This time she told him he used too much and to go redo it. He was thinking there was no pleasing her while he was redoing it. He had to redo it three times before he thought it looked pretty good. This time she approved, but told him to go take it all off and redo it again to make sure he had it down pat. He thought this was ridiculous but went and did it. He hit it the first time and felt pretty proud when she told him it looked great. She then told him it was time to start supper and suggested chicken on the grill. He started the grill and went into the house to start the rest of the meal. When he got back out to the grill the fire was ready so he started the chicken. Everything was ready right on time. They were seated ready to eat. He was surprised when she said, "I get home about ten minutes before you do, so if I want you to wear something different from what you're wearing, I'll have it lying on our bed. You will go right in and check every night as soon as you get home." After supper he did up the dishes and brushed the grill clean. He thought he was finally done for the day, so he was shocked when Shirley told him she saw he hadn't dusted when he did the bedrooms. She told him to go dust everything. He grudgingly went to do it. She noticed he was taking longer steps in his heels. He finished the dusting and when he got back into the living room he saw she had a dining room chair facing her. She told him to sit down in it and to remove his lipstick and then apply one of the lipsticks she had lined up on the coffee table. She told him there was lip gloss he was to apply to each color. She let him use a small vanity mirror for the first three, then told him to try without the mirror to get used to applying it by feel. After each one she had him look to see how it looked. She told him if he applied too much or too little. By the last two colors he was doing a good job of applying his lipstick. He felt pretty proud when she complimented him on his ability to apply it properly. By the time he was done with the lipstick, it was time to go to bed. He was never so glad to get a pair of shoes off. He was surprised when she handed him a lacy beribboned nightgown to wear to bed. He put it on and reveled in the silky feel of it. In bed she started playing with him and he was hard in a matter of minutes. She continued to play with him until he was ready to come even though he wasn't in her. She then stopped, and when he asked her why she stopped she told him every woman is frustrated at times when it comes to sex. He laid there feeling frustrated, finding it hard to go to sleep. But finally he fell asleep. The next morning they awoke to the alarm clock. When he opened his underwear drawer all he saw was panties, bras and camisoles. "Where are all of my under shorts and tee shirts?" "You are wearing what I tell you when I tell you, remember? I am telling you that you will wear the panties and camisoles from now on. That way you will always be wearing something feminine. I am pretty proud to have thought of that, don't you think?" "I can't go to work wearing those! What if someone sees it?" "You are arguing with me, so you can also wear pantyhose every day. Do you want to shoot for a bra, also?" "Speaking of bras, will you get these breast forms off of me?" "Your breast won't show because you wear loose shirts. They can stay on!" He knew he was losing the argument. "Can't we talk about this? When you laid down the rules I never thought you would do something like this." "You agreed to the rules. Now get dressed before I decide you need the bra. I can send you to work wearing everything, you know, so you better get moving and get dressed." He quickly had the panties, a white camisole and the black pantyhose on. He got a pair of socks out of his drawer and she told him he didn't need those as he was already wearing stockings. He looked dejected as he put his shirt and pants on. As he walked out of the door she smiled as she thought about the fact he hadn't even mentioned the studs in his ears. As soon as he got to work people started asking him about the studs in his ears. He asked them if they had seen the commercial on television of the football star with the two earrings in his ears. Just about all of them had and didn't think anything more about it. Monica told him he looked darling in his earrings. When he got home there was a blue patterned house dress and a pair of black flats with a blue slip lying on the bed. Shirley told him that after supper he could empty out the refrigerator and clean it good. By bedtime he was so tired all he wanted was to get some sleep. He slept like there was no tomorrow. The next morning she had him put on his black bra, panties and camisole. She smiled when she could see a bit of the outline of it through his shirt. He didn't notice until he was at work and his boss called him into his office. Greg Taylor was probably the best boss in the entire company as far as Stanley was concerned. Greg started, "I see you are making some changes in your overall appearance. I just want you to know if anyone at all gives you any grief about it to let me know. You know, it's company policy that if anyone bothers anyone else about sexual orientation they can be disciplined up to and including firing." "Why are you telling me this?" "I can see your earrings and the outline of something lacy through your shirt. Also, it looks as if your breasts are sticking out somewhat in that shirt you have on. The way it looks, you might just as well have worn a blouse and women's slacks or a skirt. It doesn't make any difference to me as long as you do your job. Have a good day." He knew he was dismissed and left. It was break time so he went to the break area. He got a soda out of the machine and went and sat opposite Monica. Also sitting there was Tonya and Greta. Tonya said, "I see you like the feel of silky things. Doesn't it make you feel sexy?" "I haven't really thought about it, but I guess you're right. It does feel sexy in a way." He told the three of them everything Greg had told him. He especially told them what Greg had about anyone saying something derogatory to him about what he was wearing, that they could be disciplined up to firing. Monica said, "We better tell Lois. She has a pretty sharp tongue and might say something without thinking. She has a couple of notices in her file already for her tongue, and one more could get her fired. You better avoid her if you can. I don't want to see anyone fired." He agreed to avoid her, and their break was over too soon. He then went back to work, and wondered if Shirley knew that anyone could see the outline through his shirt. It bothered him that he felt she knew. He couldn't avoid Lois. It was as if she was looking for him. He saw her heading straight for him and his stomach jumped. "Everyone can see the lace pattern through your shirt. If you need a blouse, I have some that I am sure will fit you. Why don't you do me a favor and come with me. I have two in my locker. As long as everyone knows what you're wearing underneath, you might as well show them that you aren't afraid to wear something feminine for everyone to see without their having to stare to make out the pattern." He'd been afraid of her before, and now he didn't want to antagonize her, so he followed her. She sure surprised him with her attitude. At her locker she took out a white sheer blouse that was trimmed with dark blue lace. He took off his shirt and put the blouse on. He then gasped as she took his shirt and put it in her locker. He had thought he would change back before going home, but now he would have to go into her locker, and he didn't want to do that. He watched as she spun the dial on the lock. When he arrived at home, Shirley noticed his blouse right away. She told him to go change and then come and tell her all about it. When he got into the bedroom he was surprised to see the red brocade dress and the five inch heels along with all red clothes, including bra, slip and stockings. There was a tube of bright red lipstick there also. There was an inch wide stretch black velvet necklace with a cameo pin on it along with a pair of matching pierced cameo earrings. There were three women's rings there that he was surprised fit his fingers. Two bracelets completed his ensemble. All dressed, he went to tell Shirley all about his day. She said, now he could wear anything to work He told her he didn't think it was a good idea to push it. Then he asked if she had known the camisole lace could be made out through his shirt. "I knew I could see it because I knew you had it on. Now, isn't it better that it's out in the open? Now you can wear any of your pretty clothes to work. I am glad of that!" "Please don't make me wear women's clothes to work. I feel so different in them. You aren't being fair. When you said about being the one to decide I never thought this was what you had in mind." "If you are real good tonight and don't give me any backtalk then I'll take that into consideration tomorrow morning when you get dressed. Now go and put on some foundation and blush and use some pink eye shadow." He did as she said, wondering what she had in mind for him to do tonight. When he returned Shirley told him she had an Avon party tonight and that they were going to a fast food place for supper. They were eating hamburgers and fries when she told him he was going to the party with her tonight to be the model for putting on the make-up and jewelry. "I thought you had Monica to do that. What happened to having her be your model?" "Monica is the hostess for tonight's party; she can't be hostess and model at the same time. She has to see to the needs of her guests, to show them where the bathroom is and things like that. So you are the best candidate I can think of. Do you have a problem with that?" "Yes, I don't think you're being fair at all. You didn't say anything about all of this when you laid down how it would work. Are you going out of your way to embarrass me?" "No, I am just giving you what you want. Did I make you put on a dress or lipstick or did you do it yourself. Did you or did you not agree to what I said about wearing the dresses and things, and doing what I said while dressed." "OK, you didn't make me put on the dress or lipstick, and I agreed to do what you said, but I never believed you would be doing this to me! You are taking things a lot further than I ever thought you would." "Now you know what it all involves. Are you ready to stop wearing dresses and make-up? Here are three pictures of you dressed. I took them when you weren't aware of me so I could catch you in a natural way. If you don't do as I say I'll send copies to your parents and to Darla at your work to make copies for the bulletin board, and maybe to your poker buddies too." He looked at the pictures and saw it was definitely him, with one of him sleeping in a lacy nightgown, and one of him carrying the clothes basket, and one of him applying make-up in the bathroom. He told her she shouldn't send them to anyone, and she said, then he'd better do as she says. She asked him if he was going to be her model for the night or was he going to walk home from there. He said it was almost six miles and that he was being blackmailed into being her model. He said he would do it. He could tell she was a bit angry with him but he didn't care. He had said his piece, and felt better letting off a little steam. They arrived at Monica's and he helped her carry in the cases of merchandise. Monica already had a card table set up and chairs set in a semi-circle. He counted ten chairs. The guests all arrived, and he was thunderstruck that they were all from work and all of them had recognized him. He hadn't taken that into consideration when he agreed to be the model. A half hour into the party he got into the swing of things. He demonstrated how easy it was to get your lipstick right and how to apply the right amount of eye shadow, and gave all sorts of hints on how to do a proper job with your make-up. He could easily see that all of the girls were impressed with his ability to apply make -up. When Shirley was all done, Monica brought out plates with a pudding cake topped with whipped cream. She gave the first piece to him, telling him he'd earned it. When everyone was eating and talking to the one next to her, Monica came by and told him she could never do as good a job showing how to apply make-up as he'd done. She told him she was really impressed with him. He told her he had many talents, and they both laughed. He also told her he had never given it a thought that all of the girls he worked with would be there. He finished his cake and took the plate out to the kitchen. When he came back some of the girls were standing and talking to one another. Lois motioned for him to come sit by her. When he was sitting there she told him she once went with a man who told her he cross-dressed. She said she broke up with him because of that, but now she knew he was all man and she looked at it differently. Monica saw him and Lois talking and went to them. Monica asked what they were talking about, and he said it was nothing important. Lois said, "I don't know how you can walk in those heels. I had a pair like that and I couldn't walk hardly at all in them. You make it look easy." Monica said, "He has all sorts of talents. I wouldn't want to have to walk in them but he does a very good job of it." Lois, knowing he never turned down a dare, said, "I would like to see you work in those all day. I'll bet you can't make it all day. I dare you to wear them tomorrow all day." He replied, "I don't know. Shirley picks out what I'm to wear. I don't think she would ever send me to work in them." Lois laughing said, "You're just afraid you won't make it. Like I said, I dare you to wear them" Monica went to Shirley and told her that Stanley needed her right away. She went over to him, and her jaw dropped when Lois told her what she had dared him to do. "Do you think you can make it for the full day?" "I made it Sunday, even if I did ask to change them. I know I can make it." She turned to Lois and said, "He will be wearing them tomorrow." Lois said, "I have the perfect outfit to go with them. I'll have it at work tomorrow and he can change when he comes in. Is that a deal?" Both of them said it was. Lois was all smiles. He didn't like the way she was smiling. He got up and started helping Shirley put the things away. They got everything put away. Before all the girls had left, he heard Lois telling everyone he was going to be wearing his heels tomorrow at work. He also heard most of them laugh when they were told. The girls were all gone and the three of them were sitting visiting. Shirley asked who Lois was. Monica said, "Lois is our grumbler and chief complainer. She never has anything good to say about anything. I guess I should say, anything except for our Stanley. She seems to have changed when it comes to him. I don't know why, but I am not going to tell her to revert back." "I have had a couple of run-ins with Lois but she generally seems to ignore me when I bring her loads in. Being the only man in an all-girl department is something else sometimes. I can see why Henry Thompson got out. All of the women can be trying sometimes, including you, Monica. About two weeks ago you were acting like you were angry with the world." "I was angry with the world. I had been going out with this guy for six months and I saw him out with someone else. When I asked about it he used the excuse that his mother had set it up and he had to take her out. What a line of crap!" "Maybe that was the case. Why did you have to take it out on me?" "You were there at the right time and place. I hated all men just then. Now I have Jason who I know is interested in me. Anyway, I guess I owe you an apology for that. I am sorry about that; I know I shouldn't take things out on you." "That's all right. I take just about everything with a grain of salt when I am working with you girls. I learned long ago that if it isn't a matter of life or death to not get too upset over things." They left and returning home. Shirley asked him if he really could go all day in those heels. He assured her he could. The next morning Shirley offered him the chance to pick what he wore to work. She offered a flowing skirt that had flowers or a pair of pink stirrup pants. He chose the pants. She put a black slip in a bag and told him he'd better have that in case Lois had a dress without a slip. She had him transfer his money into the red velvet wallet because he would have to take his red velvet purse. He arrived at work and found Lois waiting for him. She held a garment bag, and when he got to her she handed it to him and laughed. He took it into the men's locker room and when he opened it he looked at it and thought he would never get into it. Fifteen minutes later he had it on. It was a very tight, red, some sort of spandex that was like a full body girdle. He could only take short steps in it. He knew he would be taking more steps today than normal because of its restrictiveness. When he left the locker room Lois asked him how he liked it. She was laughing. He told her it was a glorified girdle and she said he'd agreed to wear it today. He walked to the break area to get a cup of coffee. When he sat down at a table to drink his coffee he set his purse on the table. Lois asked where he got it. He told her, and she said she was going to get one for the boyfriend she had broken up with because he was a cross dresser. She said it would be a make up present for him. He showed her the matching wallet. She was impressed with it. Then laughing, she noticed that everything including his purse matched his dress. It was time to get to work. The morning went fast, and when he was eating lunch he bypassed coffee because he had gone to the bathroom once and found it was almost impossible to get the dress up far enough to go. Monica stayed a little behind and asked him how it was going. He told her it was going, but it wasn't easy in the dress. She said she never thought Lois was the kind to buy something like that. She told him it showed every curve he had, and she'd never noticed before how curvy he was. Then she laughed. At two, Greg told Monica he had checked the day's progress, and they were on their way to setting a record for production. He wondered why things were going so good. She told him to look around, that all he would see is women working their hearts out. She said that today everyone wanted Stanley to keep moving as he brought them their loads. Greg asked why today, and she told him that when he saw Stanley he would know why. Greg left and made it a point to see what Monica was talking about. He didn't recognize Stanley at first when he saw him. When he did recognize him, he went right up to him. "You sure picked different clothes to work in than I ever thought you would. I just told Monica the whole department is on a record setting day for production. She said it's all because of you. If your outfit is the reason, I'll buy you outfits like that in different colors for every day of the week." "Don't you dare! I am wearing this because Lois dared me to. If I make it she's going to pay me her day's wages. If I don't make it she wants me to wear a dress to work for the next month. I am going to make it! "Well keep it up. I could never do what you're doing. I don't think I could ever even get a dress on much less come to work in one." "Would you care to make a wager on it?" "No, there is no way I am going to get into one of your bets and know that I am going to lose." He walked away laughing. At the end of the day in the punch out line Lois told him she owed him a day's pay. She told him he could keep the dress, that she knew he loved it. She was laughing as she exited the building. On the way home he thought about what Shirley was going to say when she saw how restrictive the dress was. He remembered he had to get the pink stirrup pants back home. He laughed out loud when he thought about Greg's remarks. All in all it hadn't been a bad day, everything considered. He was getting used to the higher heels, at any rate. When he walked in Shirley had him do a complete turn to see exactly how the dress looked. She told him he looked great in it. "It's nothing more than a full body girdle. It's tight everywhere. You have never worn anything like this. You should try it and see what it feels like." "You made it through the day didn't you? It couldn't have been that bad. It does show that you have some curves." "Don't you care that I had to wear this all day? You can see it's so tight I can't make all of my movements like I normally do. I have to take short steps because it's so tight down below." "But you can walk in it. I'll bet you are taking longer steps in it now than when you first put it on, aren't you?" "Well, I guess I am. What's that got to do with it?" "I am thinking that you can wear it tomorrow to show the girls it isn't that bad. You can tell the girls you like the feel of it. It'll show them they can't put you down." "You have to be kidding. Do you really think I want to wear this tomorrow!" "I am just saying you should wear it tomorrow. It will show the girls they can't get you down. Can't you see that?" "I hear what you are saying, but I would just as soon wear anything else." "But you will wear it tomorrow, won't you?" "If you say so, I will. Remember, you are the deciding factor in what I'm going to wear." "Good, it's settled then. You can wear it tomorrow. I would love to see the looks on the girls' faces when they see you in that again." "Sure you would, you don't have to wear it." The rest of the evening he wondered why he'd let himself get into this position. He talked to Shirley and got her to agree to let him wear the three inch heels tomorrow instead of the five inch ones. He felt pretty happy over winning that point. The next morning when he got the dress on it felt not quite as tight. Shirley told him he'd probably stretched it out a bit. He found his restriction was not as bad as he remembered. At work none of the girls could believe he'd worn it again. They all told him he must be a glutton for punishment. Everyone was getting ready to go to their work stations when Greg came in and set the coffee machine for free coffee. He told them they'd set a production record the day before. During first break Lois told him about her meeting with her ex-boyfriend and how much he had liked the purse and wallet she had gotten him. She told him she got the light lavender set for him. She told him that when he kissed her she got tingles up and down her spine and that tonight he was cooking her supper, and that he would be dressed in a dress. She thanked Stanley for opening her eyes to see that a cross dresser could still be a man even if he wasn't dressed as a man. When he took a load in to Monica she told him that whatever he'd done with Lois, to keep it up. She said that Lois hadn't bad-mouthed anyone and hadn't complained about anything, since the two of them had become so close. He told her Lois just needed some good advice, and had had to make up her mind on a couple of things. The day went really well, and when he got home he had to admit that it wasn't so bad, having to wear the dress. At supper Shirley talked about her day at the bank. She'd had the best day since she started there. He thought about talking to her about changing the set-up with his dressing as long as she was in such a good mood. Then he decided it would be better to let her keep that good feeling, rather than annoy her with things. The next day was Saturday and he was up early. He had his breakfast and made breakfast for Shirley. She told him she had an unusual afternoon party. He was relieved when she told him Monica was going to be the model. He started to do some cleaning. Shirley saw him carrying a load of laundry out to hang up. She thought about how nice it was to have someone take care of the household tasks. Then she thought about how she missed her husband. She knew she missed seeing him sit and relax, doing the things he enjoyed doing. She wondered if it was worth the trade-off. When she'd left he turned on the television and watched a college game. During halftime he started supper. He was making a small beef roast with the potatoes and carrots cooked with it. He knew she really liked that meal. He found a frozen apple pie in the freezer and baked that off for dessert. When she got home she mentioned how good supper smelled. As they were eating he could sense she had something on her mind. He wondered if she'd had a problem at the party that afternoon. After supper he went to watch television with her. She turned off the television and told him they had to have a serious talk. He felt a sense of dread from her serious tone. "The last couple of days I have been doing some serious thinking. I'm not saying that I have been, but maybe I have been too strict with you. You are a grown man and I know you have to be able to do what you like to do. I really like it that you have done all the household chores and the laundry. It gave me a chance to rejuvenate myself. Today at the party I felt like I was on top of my form. I know it was because I haven't had to do anything here this week. You have been so great at wearing whatever I said. I never thought you would agree to wear that dress to work the second day, but you did. I sometimes wonder if I truly do deserve you. What all of this means is that if you want to go back to wearing men's clothes, you can. When you are dressed in women's clothes I still want to be able to tell you what to do. I will leave it up to you. What do you say?" "Do you mean I don't have to wear what you say? I can decide what I want to wear. What if I choose to wear a dress?" "Then you can. It's entirely up to you. I guess what I'm saying is I miss my husband around here. It's nice having you in a dress and doing the housework, but I really would like to see the man I know around here also." "Thank you. I promise to be more help around here. I never knew there was so much to do. At least I knew how to do everything, you didn't have to teach me. Wait until the girls see me Monday. They are going to want to know what happened." "I've already talked to Monica about it. She agreed it would be better if you made the decision on what to wear. If you go to work Monday in a dress she will know it was your decision." "I am not going to work in a dress again! It was something else and no one gave me any grief, but I felt different the whole time. It is hard to describe the feeling. The girls were great in how they treated me, but I felt like I was someone else." "Did you feel like you were Carolyn?" "No, it was something different, like I was someone else, neither man nor woman, something like I was in a hazy world where sometimes I felt like I was floating and other times it was like I was sliding down an endless slide. I just can't describe it." "I think I know what you are talking about. When I was thinking about how I was making you wear dresses, I got he feeling I was in another world. It was one where there wasn't full sunlight yet there wasn't darkness at any time either. It was like a dream world that is so real yet so different." "I never thought of it like that but you are right. It is definitely a different world." They went to bed, and when he was undressed she removed his breast forms. He put on his pajamas and they definitely felt different from the nightgowns he'd been wearing. It a way he missed the light caress of the nightgowns. They made slow passionate love. Their session lasted longer than any other had lasted for a long, long time. When they were done both were very tired. The next morning when Stanley got up he saw only panties, bras and camisoles in his underwear drawer. He decided that as long as there were only those garments in his drawer he would wear a dress today. He ended up putting on his black floral dress and black flats. Shirley was surprised when she saw him. "I thought you would be dressed in jeans and a shirt today. Don't you want to wear them?" "Sure I do, but I only found panties and the like in my underwear drawer. As long as that's all there is in there, I figured since I have to wear panties I might as well wear the other stuff that goes with it." "I completely forgot about your underwear. There is a pile of empty boxes in the far corner of the garage. Your men's underwear is in the bottom box. You can get it anytime." "You took it out, you should get it in." "You mean to tell me you aren't going to get it in?" "What I am saying is I didn't take it out there. You took it out there, so why can't you get it in.?" "You are going to do as I said. Why can't you get it in?" "I can if you are ordering me to, but I think the one who put it out there should get them in!" "I am not going to argue with you. You can get it in if you are dressed as a man. If you are dressed as a woman you leave it out there. You agreed to do as I say when you're dressed in a dress, so what are you going to do?" "You took the underwear out there, you bring it in!" "It looks like you want to keep wearing dresses. Is that what you want?" "No, you know what I am saying. You could at least consider it, but no, you have to get upset when I tell you I think you should do it. What is your problem?" "They are your clothes. If you want them bad enough you will get them in." "OK, I'll go get them. I think you are being an ass over it. You carried them out but you can't carry them back in." "You aren't getting them wearing a dress. You go out as a man to get your clothes, not as a woman! You can consider that as an order!" "Fine, but I told you that if I have to put panties on, I am going to wear the rest of the stuff. What difference does it make what I am wearing when I go get them?" "A woman doesn't go get men's underclothes to wear while wearing a dress, unless she is a lesbian, which you aren't. Now, as long as you are dressed as you are, you can do the laundry and clean the house." "I just cleaned the house yesterday. And there's hardly any laundry because I did it yesterday while you were at your party." "Then clean the stove real good. I want the oven to shine like new when you are done. There is oven cleaner under the kitchen sink." He was angry now, though he went to do as she said. He wondered what the big deal was over her getting his men's underwear in. The more he thought about it the harder he scrubbed. Shirley meanwhile sat in the living room and was angry that he couldn't and wouldn't bring the box back in. She thought, if he thinks I am going to get it in he's got another guess coming. She thought maybe if he was as uncomfortable as could be, maybe he would relent. The more she thought about it the more convinced she was that he would come around. He finished the stove and she told him they were going shopping. She drove him to a strip mall and they entered a woman's foundation store. There a heavy set woman asked if she could help them. Shirley told her they were looking for a maximum strength heavily boned corset. The woman took them to the corset area and showed her one that met her request. It was a black, full corset that featured eight stainless steel stays that insured you would have an hourglass figure. Shirley asked if they had it in a 42C cup and the woman said they did. The woman asked if she wanted to take six, nine or twelve inches off her figure. Shirley told her the twelve inch one sounded just like what the doctor ordered. When the woman told her she would have to measure her Shirley told her it was for her sissy husband, and pointed to Stanley. The woman got Stanley measured and when she brought out the corset Shirley asked if she could get it on him. The woman assured her she could and Shirley told her to make it as tight as possible. When they walked out he thought he couldn't breathe. Shirley laughed as he got into the car. She could see that his figure was a lot more feminine. She had on one of her smiles that always irked him. It was one she got when she'd gotten the best of him. He hated it when she smiled like that. "Now, maybe you will learn not to provoke me. You thought Lois's dress was tight, but now you'll find out what tight really is." "Aren't you getting a little carried away? I wasn't arguing with you. I only wanted to make a point." "You missed your point! I felt you were arguing with me and now you are going to pay the price." "I told you I would take the box in and you added more conditions." "You said there was only panties, bras and camisoles in the drawer and that if you had to wear any women's clothes you were going to wear them all. Did you not say that?" "Yes, I said that, but you carried it way past that. I don't think when you said I could go back to wearing men's clothes that you meant it. If you did you would have gotten the box yourself instead of being an ass about it." "I'm an ass, am I? Well, buster, you are going to find out I can be just as stubborn as you are, maybe more so. When I get done you will learn to accept whatever I say and not give me any problems!" He rode the rest of the way in silence. She could tell by his face he was angry, and she didn't care right now. That night as he was getting ready for bed she tightened his corset laces some more. She said s