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Jennifer's Journey - Becoming the Perfect Housewife, Part 3
By Jennifer Madison
Friday Night Out
As you know, I spend several hours every Thursday afternoon in a salon,
getting plucked and waxed and highlighted and manicured and pedicured
and painted and powdered and on and on. And it's all worth it when the
girls at the salon finish with me and Sarah sees how pretty I look and
fusses all over me. It's heaven!
With me looking my best on Thursday evenings, Sarah and I would often
go out. And while we have had plenty of adventures on Thursday
evenings, the truth is we had, like most married couples, a fairly set
routine that was very comfortable for us.
Our favorite place to go on Thursday nights was the Old Water Mill Inn.
It is about 30 or 40 minutes outside of town, so it not very likely we
would ever see anyone we know. The Old Water Mill is perfect for us. It
attracts a very mixed crowd (young/old, straight/gay, whatever) and
Sarah and I have always felt welcome and safe there.
But today was a Friday. I had just had my first massage as Jenny and it
was heavenly. After the massage, Sarah and I had taken a long nap. When
we woke up in the afternoon, we were both feeling energized and ready
to have some fun, so we decided to head over to the Old Water Mill,
even though Thursday was our usual evening out.
Sarah climbed out of bed and threw on some tight black jeans, a tank
top and a little jacket and looked instantly and effortlessly
glamorous. I needed some more time and effort, but eventually got my
look together. I pinned on my medium length sandy blond wig and redid
my makeup. I put on a tight black skirt, a cream colored silk blouse,
smoky stockings and black patent pumps. I also slipped on a cardigan
because the night was chilly. Sarah helped me put on my necklace and I
put on my watch, a charm bracelet, my rings and a spritz of perfume. We
grabbed our coats and stepped into the chilly, early December air.
Sarah drove and we chatted happily all the way to the OWI. When we got
there, at about 8:30, the parking lot was packed! I had never seen it
like this - but of course we usually went out on Thursday evenings.
Sarah found a space at the far end of the lot and we walked in. Not
surprisingly, the bar inside was as crowded as the parking lot. We had
no idea this place was so crazy on Friday nights! Kay, the hostess, saw
us as we walked in and apologized that she had no tables but offered to
try to find us a couple of seats at the bar. We waited and about five
minutes later she managed to find a couple of stools and squeeze us in
at the bar. Of course, I was very nervous the whole time. I wasn't used
to sitting at a crowded bar - I much preferred sitting in a quiet booth
in the back - but that wasn't going to happen tonight.
Anyway, Sarah seemed OK with sitting at the bar so I did my best to
relax and enjoy myself. Sarah ordered a Cosmo and I got a glass of
white wine. The place was so loud it was hard to even talk. The music
was playing and lots of folks were out on the dance floor. After a
drink I started to relax and did my best to enjoy myself. It's fun to
be out with a crowd of people who are letting loose. Sarah and I
couldn't really talk on account of the noise so we mostly just watched
the other people dancing.
We ordered a second round of drinks and then - as I should have
expected - some guy came up and asked my gorgeous Sarah to dance. She
looked at me as if to ask if it was OK, and I shrugged my shoulders
which Sarah understood to mean "OK with me if that's what you want."
And so off went Sarah with some guy.
Suddenly I felt incredibly exposed and alone. There I was, sitting
alone at a crowded bar. I felt as if everyone in the bar was looking at
the sissy with the perfect make-up, the long legs and the tight, short
skirt. Of course, everyone was so absorbed in their own scene that I
doubt many people even looked my way.
I found Rick the bartender was suddenly wiping the bar in front of me,
over and over again, making mindless small talk with me. After a few
minutes I realized that maybe he sensed how alone I felt with Sarah out
dancing and he was keeping me company. What a thoughtful thing to do! A
minute later, Melissa, the waitress that usually takes care of us on
Thursday appeared out of nowhere, and she started chatting with me. I
was really touched that the Rick and Melissa were looking out for me,
knowing that I felt vulnerable and uncomfortable without Sarah by my
side.
I was laughing at some joke Melissa told me when I realized someone had
moved in close to me. A guy, pretty ordinary looking, in a leather
jacket had squeezed by the bar near Sarah's empty stool. I thought he
was there to order a drink when I realized he was staring at me. Now I
was really nervous, even though Melissa was still nearby and Rick was
just a few feet away. My pulse started quickening wondering what was
going to happen next. I looked for Sarah, but she was totally focused
on dancing and the guy she was with.
And then it happened. Mr. Leather Jacket asked, "Would you like to
dance?" I nearly choked on my wine. I wasn't expecting this. I was in
shock. I could only stare backed and say stupidly, "Excuse me?"
"I said, would you like to dance?" he said, leaning in close to me,
nearly shouting to be heard above the noise.
I was forming the words in my mind to say no-thank-you-I'm-here-with-a-
friend-and-we're-going-to-be-leaving-soon and so on, when I heard my
"good friend" Melissa say, "Of course! I'm sure she'd love to!" Melissa
practically pushed me off my stool and next thing I know I'm being lead
out to the dance floor by some guy.
The Rolling Stones song "Satisfaction" had just started, so we started
dancing. The dance floor got really crowded so there wasn't that much
room to dance - and it was hard not to be very close to Leather Jacket
(whose name turns out to be Lou). Sarah then saw me and gave me a
little wave and a huge smile. I did my best to dance - I just tried to
move the way Sarah does when she dances. I was just starting to feel
some confidence when the song ended. I thought I was going to head back
to my place at the bar when the next song, Billy Joel's "Just the Way
You Are" started playing. Lou grabbed my arm and asked, "How about one
more dance?" I didn't know how to say no - and then before I realized
it, I was slow dancing with a man! It felt very strange. I glanced over
at Sarah who was still on the dance floor and did my best to copy
whatever she was doing. I gently draped my arms over Lou's shoulders
and felt his arms wrap around my back and pull me in close to him.
We rocked back and forth gently to the music. I felt his hands move
around my back, starting at my narrow waist and rubbing up and down,
clearly feeling my bra straps through my silky blouse. My false breasts
were now pressed against Lou's chest. I looked over Lou's shoulder to
where Sarah was dancing and saw that her partner's hands were all over
her as well. I saw a hand slip down to grab Sarah's ass just as Lou
spun me around and I couldn't see Sarah any more.
"You smell nice," Lou spoke into my ear as we danced. I shuddered.
"Ummm, do you know that I'm not really a..." I stammered.
"Yeah, I think I know what you're about to say. And I'm cool with that.
I think you're hot. I've been staring at you all night."
Oh God! What had I gotten myself into? His arms were tightening around
me. His rough cheek was rubbing against my smooth blushing cheek. I
felt his lips start to brush against my skin.
"But don't worry. I don't think too many other people noticed, and I
won't say a word."
I didn't respond back, but was somewhat relieved by what he said.
"How would you like to come back to my place for a drink? I'm sure your
friend wouldn't mind." He was staring hard into my eyes when he said
this. I then started to feel his pelvis starting to rub against me. Oh
gross! I was on the verge of panicking. I thought about running away
but I felt trapped with his big arms wrapped around me.
Just then, my prayers were answered - the song ended. I broke away from
Lou and grabbed Sarah and told her that we needed to go home right
away. Sarah thought I was acting crazy, but she didn't argue. In the
car on the drive home, I told Sarah the blow-by-blow on the dance
floor. I was practically in tears. I was expecting sympathy for my
trauma and maybe an apology for leaving me so exposed. But no! Instead
Sarah was thrilled by my story and (I expect) by my discomfort. She was
full of questions - what was his name, was he a good dancer, did he try
to feel me up, and on and on! Sarah even gave me a hard time for being
rude, leaving Lou just standing there, without even saying "thank you"
or "bye-bye" as Sarah and I bolted from the restaurant.
By the time we arrived home, I had calmed down pretty well and Sarah
and I got ready for bed. Sarah suggested that we put on our matching
baby doll nighties. Well there not exactly matching - they're the same
style, with Marabou feathers along the bust, but Sarah's is black and
mine is white. We climbed into bed and Sarah climbed on top of me.
Looking down into my eyes, she started talking about the guy she had
danced with. She started to grind her pelvis into my hip bone while she
went on and on about this guy - how handsome he was and what a good
dancer he was and what big hands he had and how broad his shoulders
were and how he asked for her number. All the while she is starting to
get herself off by rubbing against me. Then she pulled down my panties
and told me to put on my condom. The she climbed on top of me again,
this time letting my "Little Princess" slip inside of her. Still
staring down into my eyes, she kept talking.
"You looked so sexy sitting on that barstool, with your long legs
hanging down and that short skirt struggling to keep you covered up. I
bet lots of guys were checking you out tonight." Sarah said as she
moved her hips up and down on me. "I'm not surprised that Lou asked you
to dance. I bet you really had him turned on. No wonder he wanted to
take you home and fuck you tonight," Sarah panted. "That's what he
wanted, you know. He wanted to take you to his bedroom and fuck you."
"No, stop it!" I pleaded.
"You know I'm right." Sarah continued, completely ignoring me, as her
hips continued to buck on top of me. "He wanted to get you into his
place so he could take advantage of you. He wanted to get you alone so
he could take off his pants and show you his cock. I bet he's got a big
one. Could you tell when you were dancing? Could you tell if he had a
huge cock when he was rubbing it against you on the dance floor? Could
you tell if you were making him excited and getting him hard? Well
could you?" she demanded.
"No! I couldn't tell. Stop it. Please!"
"I bet his cock is huge. First, he would make you suck on it. That's
right. He would make you kiss and lick his cock and then open your
mouth and suck on it!"
"NO!" I shouted.
"YES! That's what men do. First you would have to suck his cock between
those sexy red lips of yours."
"Nooo," I whimpered. By now, Sarah had my wrists pinned beneath her
hands on either side of my head.
Sarah was starting to shake with excitement. But she kept talking, her
words interrupted by gasps for air and moans. "And then when he was
ready... he'd ram that huge cock into you...and fuck you until...he
came... filling you up...with his...hot cum." And with that last word,
both Sarah and I exploded with orgasms that were so intense and so
long.
We lay in silence for a long time in the dark, both of knowing that the
other was awake. I was sort of disturbed by this fantasy that Sarah
created - but I couldn't deny she got me wildly excited in the process.
Finally, Sarah broke the silence. "Don't you worry, Jenny. You're still
all mine. I'm not ready to share you with anyone else...yet."
I was about to ask what that meant when Sarah spoke up again, "Oh, I
almost forgot! Happy anniversary!"
"What are you talking about? Our anniversary is in late June, and it's
early December," I said.
"I know that, silly. I just realized that it was almost exactly three
months ago that we had that Saturday morning chat over breakfast when
you started being my housewife for real. I wanted to wish you a happy
three month anniversary and to let you know how proud I am of how far
you've come in such a short time."
I was really touched. I almost forgot about her scary fantasy and her
ominous "yet" remark.
"Oh, and Dr. Roberts' office called to remind you that you have your
physical scheduled for Friday morning. And your supposed to get some
blood work done tomorrow morning and I wrote the lab address down in
the kitchen."
"A physical? I forgot about that completely. I scheduled that months
and months ago. I can't go to the doctors office like this - with my
body shaved and my ears pierced and how skinny I've become. He'll
notice everything. I'm canceling the appointment."
"That's the stupidest thing I've heard in a long time," Sarah scolded.
"You are not canceling the appointment. What are you going to do from
now on - everytime you get sick are you going to wait three months so
your hair grows back and you can gain some weight just so you look
manly enough to go to the doctor? Look, Dr. Roberts is a wonderful
doctor and it's tough to get appointments with him. I'm sure he can
handle the shock of seeing the new you."
I was feeling sick just thinking about this. I was getting myself upset
with the idea of having my doctor - and oh my God, his nurses too? -
examining my skinny, silky sissy body. "I'll die of embarrassment," I
said softly.
"Fine," replied Sarah, "You can die of embarrassment if you want, but
you're not going to die because you refused to get a check-up. You're
going to the doctor and that's final. Jeez, you can be so dense
sometimes."
Sarah continued, but her tone changed. "Jenny, I didn't mean to talk to
you that way. I know this situation creates some issues for you. Look,
just go get the blood work done tomorrow morning. Then, if you want, I
can call ahead and talk to the doctor and explain your situation. That
way no one has to be surprised or embarrassed. Would that be OK?"
Well, that made it sound a little better. Needless to say, we did
things Sarah's way.
Vicki
On Saturday morning, I got dressed as John and Sarah drove me over to
the lab for the blood work. It didn't take long and by lunchtime I was
Jenny again.
The rest of the week went by fairly quickly and typically. As it was
December, I was down to our last couple of sessions for the cooking and
sewing classes at the YWCA. Sarah was very pleased with what I had
picked up during the courses and didn't insist I sign up for the next
session in the new year. But one very nice thing did happen from taking
these classes. I made a friend.
Her name is Vicki. She's in her late 20s and was recently married.
She's blond, very cute, and just a bit plump. She moved out her from
the Midwest when she got married. She's really nice, very funny, but a
bit lost and without really any friends in the area. She is the only
other person who takes both the cooking and sewing classes I enrolled
in.
Several weeks into the courses, she took the lead and introduced
herself to me (as John, of course). And soon we we're sitting together
for each class and partners for the cooking projects. She was pretty
observant and eventually came right out and asked me after class one
day, "Are you becoming a girl?"
I nearly fainted when she asked. I asked her where such a ridiculous
question came from. She replied with a very long list of clues, traces
of polish that wasn't completely removed from my nails, the cut and
highlights in my hair, how I sat, how soft my skin was, and on and on.
And with that, I told her everything.
She stared wide-eyed as I told her Jenny's story - the five minute
version, because I didn't want to keep Sarah waiting to drive me home
from class. Vicki responded excitedly, "Wow! That is so cool! Can I
meet Jenny sometime? I bet you're a knockout!"
"Shh, shh, keep you voice down!" I said. "I guess we can arrange for
you to meet Jenny. I think I'd like that. A lot."
We exchanged phone numbers and email addresses. We agreed that in the
new year, after our classes were done, we could make some time on a
Tuesday or Thursday to get together for some 'girl talk'. I think she
was as excited about it as I was.
And Sarah was happy about me making a friend and offered to invite
Vicki over to our place or have her join us for a Thursday night outing
if I thought that would be fun.
Friday's Appointment
Before I knew it, the week was more than half over. In planning my
Thursday afternoon in the salon, Sarah reminded me that I would be
getting a physical the next morning. I didn't make the connection, but
Sarah spelled it out for me: girls don't like to be stubbly when
they're going to get examined by the doctor. And so it was decided that
I would get thoroughly waxed on Thursday, in preparation for my
doctor's appointment on Friday.
And once the girl's at the salon heard I was going to the doctor, the
subject of the day at the salon became girls' health issues. Oh my God!
Girl's can talk about this stuff endlessly. I guess I don't envy this
part of being a woman, because they really do seem to have a lot of
issues.
Thursday night, Sarah and I spent at home. With my appointment in the
morning, I didn't feel much like going out.
And so, on Friday morning Sarah deposited me at Dr. Roberts' office
before heading in to her office for a couple of hours. I read a
magazine (I skipped Glamour and picked up Newsweek, trying to keep with
my male image) while waiting for my name to be called. I even
remembered to wear guy underwear for the day.
Before long I was lead into an examining room where a nurse took my
blood pressure and some other routine stuff. Before leaving she
instructed me to undress and said the doctor would be in shortly. After
she closed the door, I did as instructed, slipping on the silly little
paper examining gown that ties in the back. And while I was grateful
for anything to cover up with, I noticed in the mirror that the gown
probably made me look more feminine, more sissyish, than if I stood
there naked.
A few moments later, Dr. Roberts entered the room. We shook hands and
we started chatting while he looked over my chart - and subtly looked
me over as well. But after just a couple of minutes, he was all
business, giving me a thorough exam. He made no comment about my
appearance or make any reference to what Sarah might have told him
about me on the phone yesterday.
I was fairly calm throughout, although I was terribly aware how skinny
and smooth and feminine my body looked with each step of the exam. And
especially when he examined my private parts, I knew their small and
delicate appearance must be accentuated by my sissified body.
After twenty minutes or so of prodding and poking and questioning, he
was done. He told me to dress and to meet him in his office across the
hall.
While the rest of the office suite is stark and modern, Dr. Robert's
office was wood paneled and very classy. He was sitting behind his
massive desk in a leather chair and he motioned for me to sit in one of
the guest chairs. I noticed for the first time that women would
probably find him to be very attractive, in a Rock Hudson sort of way.
His walls were covered with diplomas and certificates. I saw framed
photographs of what I assume to be his grown children on his desk. No
picture of a wife, however.
"Well, let's get through the basics. You are in superb health. Blood
pressure, cholesterol, all your test results are almost perfect. You
are far healthier than you were the last time you were here six years
ago. But I want you to watch out for a couple of things. First, you are
borderline anemic and technically underweight, which I expect is a
result of dieting too much. Don't lose any more weight, add more iron
and protein to your diet and I think you'll be OK. He wrote out some
vitamins he wanted me to take (women's vitamins as it turns out) and
told me to add things like low fat yogurt and skim milk to my diet. "I
wish all my patients were as healthy as you."
Wow, I thought. This was easy. And we're not even going to talk about
the "new me". But I thought this too soon.
"Now, I understand that you were fairly nervous about coming in her
today," the Doctor continued. "Sarah explained to me that you were self
conscious about how your body looks now. She told me that you were
experimenting with a, how did she put it, "more feminine, more
domesticated" lifestyle. Do you want to tell me about that?"
I'm sure I turned a bright shade of red hearing him say those words.
But he wanted to hear about it so I spelled out what Sarah and I were
doing as clearly as I could. And while it was embarrassing to do,
somehow it felt good to talk about it.
The Doctor asked a few questions, which mostly seemed to focus on
whether I was happy about this, whether I felt coerced, and so on. He
also asked a bunch a questions about whether I was having unprotected
sex with other men. When I said no, he replied that it was good that I
used protection. I tried to clarify that I wasn't having any kind of
sex with men but I not sure I got that through to him.
We talked a little bit about Sarah too.
"You're lucky to be married to her," the Doctor said, "She clearly
cares a great deal about you. I had a very good conversation with her
about you over lunch on Monday. She is a very special lady." He
continued, "We're having lunch together again next week. She wants to
talk to me about my investments. She thinks I should open an account
with her firm."
Sarah had not mentioned anything about meeting Dr. Roberts for lunch to
me. I thought she had simply called him on the phone.
Changing the subject back me, Dr. Roberts said, "Listen, I'm not here
to judge. I'm here to help. It really doesn't matter to me what you do
in your private life. It does matter to me that you stay safe and
healthy - both physically and mentally. Trust me, I have all sorts of
patients. Everybody is unique. Don't feel bad about being you. You have
a supportive wife and what you're doing hurts nobody."
I was happy that he was so relaxed and cool about my whole situation.
He continued. "There are some things I do want to urge you to do.
First, I'd like to urge you to start seeing a therapist who specializes
in transgendered issues. She's a real pro and I think you should have
someone like her to lean on. Second, you need to promise me that if you
do want to seek out hormones or surgery or whatever, that you talk to
me first. I want to be sure that we get you the best docs out there."
And so ended my physical. It wasn't so bad after all.
Sarah picked me up and we went out for a nice lunch together. Over
lunch I pressed Sarah on her "lunch dates" with Dr. Roberts. She
wouldn't play along. She said I knew perfectly well that she was going
to speak to Dr. Roberts - as a favor to me - before my appointment, and
next week's lunch was strictly business.
Later I asked Sarah, "Do you think Dr. Roberts is handsome?"
"Why? Do you?" she replied immediately.
"No, no. It's not that. You know sometimes I'm not sure what girls
think is handsome. I was just curious, that's all."
"Well, if you must know, yes, Jake is incredibly attractive."
"Jake?" I thought to myself. Since when is Dr. Roberts "Jake"?
Sarah continued, "His looks combined with being a respected doctor make
him a very sexy package. All the girls in the office know who he is,
even the ones who aren't his patients."
"OK, settle down. Sorry I asked. I didn't know you had the hots for him
so bad. Anyway, he's married, you know."
"Not happily." Sarah shot back, apparently knowing far more about this
topic than I did.
Wrapping up the Year
And so we went into the Holiday season. I said good-bye to Vicki at our
last cooking class together and promised to be in touch in January. Our
exercise class at the gym ended too so I spent the last 10 days or so
of December as Jenny practically full-time.
Sarah and I made several trips out to the Old Water Mill Inn, but
avoided Friday evenings as they were too crazy.
I decorated the house for Christmas and used some of my extra time to
try preparing some new dishes from my collection of cookbooks.
Sarah and I had a lovely Christmas Eve dinner together. I really went
all out on the menu and it turned out great. We both dressed up a bit
for the occasion. Sarah wore a new suit she had gotten from Neiman
Marcus and I wore a navy blue silk cocktail dress.
We exchanged gifts that evening.
I had gotten Sarah a very pretty necklace which she loved as well as
some perfume.
Sarah bought me a bunch of things, plus a few gifts for the two of us
together. She got us a matching set of spa gloves and socks that you
wear at night after you put on a moisturizing cr?me. She also got us
matching plaid flannel pjs that were available in sizes and styles for
the whole family - she got the boys pjs for herself and got the classic
"mom" nightgown for me. I loved it.
She also got us matching holiday cardigans and a subscription to
Glamour delivered to the house in Jenny's name.
Sarah also got me a whole collection of dance and exercise things - new
leotards and tights, some actual ballet slippers, an exercise floor mat
and a pile of instructional DVDs. She said after the start of the new
year, if I wanted to exercise more at home and less at the gym that
would be OK with her.
After dinner, Sarah put on her new pajamas and I put on my new night
gown. We laid a sheepskin rug on the floor of the living room and
gently made love in front of the fire.
"Merry Christmas, Sarah. I love you," I said.
"Merry Christmas, Jenny. I love you too. Very much," Sarah replied.
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