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Jennifer's Journey - Becoming the Perfect Housewife, Part 6
Sarah Extends an Invitation
Oh no, I thought to myself. Why, oh why, did Sarah feel compelled to
invite Mark to stay for lunch next week?
Sarah stood in the doorway with a huge grin on her face.
"Now, don't make that glum face," Sarah said to me. "It'll be fine.
It'll be fun."
What could I say? The deed was done. Sarah had invited our masseur to
stay for lunch after our massages next Friday.
I finished making up the bed and excused myself to take a shower and to
get dressed. It was now the early afternoon and I wasn't even dressed
yet.
I kept myself busy that afternoon with a variety of chores, including a
stack of ironing that had piled up. I tried to stop thinking about
having Mark over for lunch, but I couldn't get the thought out of my
mind. The whole thing was making me very nervous. I know Sarah sensed
my anxiety and I think she tried to be extra nice to me - although I
know at first she really loved dropping the news on me and seeing my
shock and worry.
We spent a quiet evening at home and Sarah didn't talk too much about
Mark, except we did discuss some lunch menu ideas over dinner. We
agreed to keep it simple, but it still needed planning. I decided that
this wasn't going to be so bad. Mark seemed nice and anyway Sarah would
be there.
The next week was like most of my recent weeks. Sarah was out quite a
bit. She spent some time at her office and had several important lunch
meetings. She also had a couple of dinner engagements as well. Sarah
seemed to be spending more evenings out of the house, but I didn't
really mind as she always let me know in advance and usually wasn't out
too terribly late. I was now doing her make-up most days, especially if
she was going out for a lunch or a dinner. I became very accomplished
at making my lovely Sarah look absolutely glamorous. I would also
usually help her pick out her outfits. She would describe the place she
was going and I would think what would work best for her.
Like I said, the week was pretty much like other recent weeks. On
Tuesday, I made my trip across town to my therapy session and then to
visit with my friend Vicki afterwards. I told Vicki all about Mark and
the massages (and especially how he gave Sarah a very "intimate"
massage) and about Sarah inviting Mark to stay for lunch. I was
expecting some sympathy from Vicki but that's not what I got. Instead,
I realized that Vicki was getting herself kind of excited by my
description of Mark and how he touched Sarah. Vicki was very interested
in hearing all the details about Mark and thought it was thrilling that
he'd be staying over for lunch.
Vicki asked me what I'd be wearing when Mark came over for lunch.
Yikes! I hadn't even thought about that. Now I was getting all nervous
about this again. At that moment I was wearing a cute denim jumper over
a rose colored turtle neck with some tights and brown loafers. I had
starting making a point of dressing a bit more casually when I was
going to visit Vicki because I now knew how casually she dressed around
the house. Vicki told me that I looked cute the way I was dressed and
suggested that I wear this outfit for lunch. I thanked her for the
suggestion. One less thing to worry about when Friday rolled around.
Thursday Evening Conversation
My Thursday this week was busy like every Thursday. I got up very early
to take my shower and get dressed before waking Sarah up and getting
her ready to go off to the gym. Then I got myself ready for my day so
that I would be ready to focus on her again when she returned from the
gym. Like most Thursdays, Sarah was planning to head into the office
and then to a lunch, so after she got back from the gym, I quickly did
her hair and make-up before I headed out for my morning.
First stop was Dr. Mitchell's office for my transgendered group
session. The conversation this week focused on family and it really
made me start thinking about something. The session gave me an idea
that I needed to talk about with Sarah.
After group, I then went over to Vicki's house for lunch and chatting
and to see if there was anything she needed help with. After that, it
was off for my afternoon at the salon. As I was now in girl's clothing
all the time, I was able to arrive at the salon as Jennifer, and not as
John as I used to do.
Sarah would usually come to the salon with an outfit in a garment bag
for me to change into before the two of us would head out for our
weekly "date night". Tonight was no different. Sarah had brought a
pretty skirt and blouse for me and we went out for dinner at our
favorite place, the Old Watermill Inn.
Over dinner, I raised the topic that had been brought up at the group
session.
"Sarah," I said, "At group today, we were talking about family. The
other girls talked about their experiences in telling their family
members about their gender situations and about the journeys they were
on. Some had good experiences, some not so good. But it made me start
thinking about my sister Caitlin. Ever since my Mom and Dad died,
Caitlin has been the only family I have - except you, of course. It
made me think that maybe I should let her know about me - you know, how
I'm living, how I'm dressing, the whole thing. Suddenly it doesn't seem
right to keep this a secret from her. I mean, she's my sister, but she
doesn't know who I really am. I think I owe it to her to share this
with her. Everyone in the group, including Dr. Mitchell, thought I
should open up to her. But, of course, I'm scared. I don't know how
she'll react. Maybe she'll be horrified and disgusted. Maybe she'll
reject me. What do you think? How do you think she'd handle learning
that her little brother is a sissy housewife-wannabe?"
I expected Sarah to take a minute to think about my question before
answering, but I was wrong. For Sarah, this wasn't a dilemma, so she
didn't need long to respond. "First of all, you are a spectacular
housewife, not a 'housewife-wannabe.' And second, I think she'll handle
the news that you're a sissy very well because she already knows."
"WHAT?" I practically screamed.
"Shhhh! Hold your voice down and I'll tell you how I know that. Look,
years ago, when we were engaged but before we were married, I was out
with Caitlin one night and we'd both been drinking. Caitlin said to me
that evening that she was so glad that you were getting married because
she had been worried that you were gay or too effeminate to get
married, especially to a 'fabulous, gorgeous woman' - those were her
words - like me."
Sarah continued. I was in shock. "I asked Caitlin why she thought you
were gay or effeminate and she explained that she knew that you had
been going through her things and trying on her clothes and shoes and
playing with her make-up for years. She said she never actually caught
you, but that you weren't very careful about covering your tracks. She
said that this had been going on since you were very young and
continued through high school. She expected that it continued - and
probably increased -- while she was away at college, because when she
would come home at holidays and vacations, she said her things were
always a mess. I asked her if she had ever confronted you about it and
she said no, that she hadn't wanted to embarrass you by bringing it
up."
"What did you say?" I managed to whisper, although my mouth had gone
completely dry.
"I told her the truth. I told her that you hadn't kept any secrets from
me and that I knew who I was marrying. I didn't exactly say that you
enjoyed dressing up and acting like a girl. But I did say that I knew
you had 'unusual' interests and that you had an exceptionally gentle,
sensitive and caring nature. And I told her that those were the things
I loved most about you. I also told her that you and I shared a lot of
interests - like shopping and fashion magazines and decorating - that
most other couples don't share."
My mouth was just hanging open. I could barely believe any of this.
"And...?" I prodded.
"And Caitlin hugged me and told me how glad she was that you and I were
getting married and she asked me to take good care of you," Sarah
concluded.
"Why didn't you ever tell me this? And did you and Caitlin ever talk
about this subject, about me being, you know, a sissy, again?" I asked.
"I thought this was between Caitlin and me. I didn't think it was
necessary or appropriate to share my private conversation with Caitlin
with you. I'm only talking about it now because I'm trying to help you
figure out if and how to talk to Caitlin yourself. And no, we never
discussed this subject again."
"Wow," was all I could manage.
We ate our meals in silence for a little while, giving me a chance to
let all this sink in. "So, I guess you think there's no reason not to
talk to Caitlin about this."
"Absolutely," Sarah replied. "In fact, I think it's important that you
talk to Caitlin and I'm so glad you reached this conclusion on your
own. She's your only family other than me. She's really been locked out
of where you're going with your life. I think this would be a good time
to talk to her."
I thanked Sarah for her advice, but I was still stunned by her
conversation with Caitlin so many years ago and by her keeping it from
me.
We changed subjects and spent much of the rest of the evening talking
through our plans for tomorrow when we would be having a "gentleman"
over for lunch.
Friday Arrives
Friday morning, 10:00 sharp, the doorbell rang and in walked Mark.
Sarah and I met him at the door, both of us wearing out matching white
robes. He was all smiles and infectious energy from the moment he
arrived. He carried a gym bag over his shoulder with his change of
clothes. I took that from him and put it in the guest room off the
kitchen. He must have thanked us ten times for inviting him to stay for
a shower and lunch before we even got to the sunroom to begin our
sessions.
And just like last week, Sarah went first, dropping her white robe and
climbing onto the massage table, wearing only a pair of sexy black
panties. She rolled onto her tummy and Mark went to work on her as I
watched from the couch. I watched in a daze as Mark pressed and rubbed
Sarah's shoulders, back, arms and legs. And then he went to work on her
bottom, massaging her perfect, tight ass through her panties. I could
tell Sarah was breathing hard while Mark's hands were squeezing and
rubbing her bottom.
Unlike last week, where I sat in seemingly endless torture while Mark
handled my wife, today it didn't shock or bother me so much. Also the
time seemed to fly by. It seemed like Mark had just started when I
heard him tell Sarah to roll over onto her back.
Sarah's massage continued. My mind only snapped back to attention when
I realized that Mark was up to the part where his hands were on Sarah's
firm little breasts. Sarah was clearly getting worked up by this,
especially when Mark's fingers gently played with her brown, very erect
nipples. Then Mark's hands went down to Sarah's tummy - and kept going.
His right hand disappeared from my view as he started to get Sarah off
with his fingers. Sarah was seriously moaning at this point. She
stretched out her left arm towards me and her eyes were begging me to
come to her. I stood up from the couch and moved closer to Sarah. I
held her outstretched hand in one of my own. She pulled me in closer to
her. I was now standing by her shoulder holding her hand. With my free
hand I instinctively started stroking her hair and her cheek,
comforting and soothing her as another man was bringing her to a
sustained, raging climax.
When Mark had finished with her, Sarah lay motionless for a few
moments. She pulled my hand to her mouth and kissed it several times
and thanked me. She lifted herself up from the massage table, grabbed
her robe and excused herself, announcing that she would be back after a
quick shower and getting dressed for lunch.
"Your turn, young lady," Mark said, with a wide grin on his face. I
dropped my robe on the couch and walked to the table. I was wearing a
pretty one-piece swimsuit in a dark green leafy/floral pattern. Sarah
had gotten it for me and it fit me really well. I thought it made my
legs look extra long and my waist extra skinny. Mark let out a little
whistle and a huge grin as I climbed onto the table. I couldn't tell if
he really thought I looked good or if he was just playing along with
the whole thing.
I was suffering from far less shock and nervousness than I was last
week, so I was able to enjoy the massage much more. And it really was
great. I didn't have any of the "sensual" treatments Mark used on
Sarah, although I did let him massage my bottom, which I have to admit
felt wonderful. Mark really was skilled at what he did. He worked very
hard on me and I felt my tension simply melt away. I was truly
disappointed when my hour was up and Mark stopped.
As I came back to the real world, I realized that Sarah was in the room
with us. She had showered and changed for lunch. I was surprised that
she was as dressed up as she was and wearing more make-up than she
usually does around the house, but I figured she was excited about
having Mark as a lunch guest.
Sarah instructed me to go upstairs and to get myself ready and that she
would show Mark the guest room and make the final preparations for
lunch.
I moved along as quickly as I could. There was no time to wash my hair
(although I would have liked to), so I wore a shower gap while I took a
quick shower. Fortunately I had already decided what to wear (my denim
jumper and a turtleneck and flats) and so I was able to get dressed
fairly quickly. And then I needed to do my make-up and fix my hair, at
least a bit. All this took time, but I managed to get back downstairs
before 12:30.
When I came downstairs, Mark was sitting at the kitchen table. He
looked freshly scrubbed and his hair was still wet. He was wearing a
different shirt. He had his cell phone to his ear and a big black
appointment book opened in front of him. He was confirming
appointments. He gave me a wave and a smile as I entered the room.
Sarah had put a pitcher of iced tea and some pretzels on the table and
Mark had helped himself to both.
As he finished his call, he started to put away his book and apologized
for being on the phone. I told him to go ahead and continue because
lunch would be a few more minutes, so he was welcome to keep working on
his schedule. He thanked me saying that many clients call him on
Fridays to schedule or change appointments for the following week.
I took my apron down from the hook behind the door and tied the bow
behind my back. I checked on the soup that was simmering on the stove
and moved a batch of freshly baked biscuits off the cooling rack and
placed them in a basket. I took the pasta salad that I had made earlier
out of the refrigerator. Sarah had already set the table, but she only
put out two settings so I went to the silverware drawer to get out a
third setting.
Then I stopped dead in my tracks.
Where was Sarah?
I hadn't seen her since I had come downstairs. I went back upstairs to
see if she was in her office or in one of the bathrooms. Then I looked
out the window to the driveway and realized her car wasn't there. I was
in a near panic.
I ran back downstairs. As Mark hung up on his last call I asked him,
"Do you know where Sarah went?"
"Sure. After she got me set up in your guest room and showed me where
everything was, she said she had to leave because she had a lunch
engagement downtown," he explained, as if all of this was perfectly OK.
"You mean, she's not here? She's not having lunch with us?"
"I guess not," Mark replied, clearly unsure why this seemed to be a big
deal to me.
Fortunately, somehow, my hostessing instincts kicked in and brought me
back to the present. OK, Sarah was not here. I could handle this. And I
had lunch to serve.
"No big deal," I lied. Sarah leaving me here all alone with Mark was a
very big deal. I don't know if I was more angry or scared. "Let's eat!"
I said as brightly as I could. I served up the pasta salad and soup and
the basket of biscuits and joined Mark at the kitchen table.
Mark turned out to be the perfect guest. He was very charming,
talkative and very, very funny. I think it was only a few minutes
before I forgot how nervous I was over this situation and truly began
enjoying myself. Mark would tell very amusing stories about his work -
never using any client's name - but describing an endless series of
funny and weird situations that he had encountered. He had me laughing
so hard at one point I had to stop eating for a moment.
Mark thought everything I had prepared was wonderful and he had seconds
on everything. I think he ate a half dozen of my biscuits. Sarah had
warned me to make a lot because, she said, men eat a surprising amount.
When we were both done, I cleared the plates. I thought he was going to
die with pleasure when I pulled out a freshly baked apple pie that I
had made. (Let me tell you, I got up very early that morning to prepare
everything!) When I asked him if he wanted ice cream with it, he seemed
to turn into an eight-year-old for a moment. "Yes please!" he
exclaimed.
As we were about to dig into our desserts (just a sliver of pie for
me), Mark surprised me by asking some personal questions about me. He
was curious about my situation. I didn't see any reason to lie to him,
so I did my best to give him a brief but truthful accounting of the
who, what, and whys of my unusual existence. He listened very
attentively and asked me good questions, like did I plan to have a sex
change operation, when did I first have these feelings, and was it hard
as kid knowing that I was different. We chatted about it in a very open
and friendly way and it felt good to talk about myself.
And when I was done with my story, Mark said, "Well, I'm so happy that
you're able to explore this part of who you are. And if you care what I
think, I think you're lovely and you're delightful to be with. Oh, and
a terrific cook - lunch was delicious!" he added that last bit with a
big smile. I'm sure I blushed bright pink at that moment. The words he
said to me would echo around in my head almost continuously until I saw
him again the next week.
The clock was marching on. It was already after 1:15 and Mark needed to
gather his things and head off for his next appointment. I walked him
to the front door. He thanked me again (and again). And then, to my
shock, he leaned over and kissed me on my cheek. I just stood there,
stunned and motionless, as Mark walked out the door and to his car. I
remained standing there in the open door until Mark's car disappeared
from view. I made it back into the living room and sank into one of the
big arm chairs and just tried to replay in my mind all that had just
happened.
Friday Evening
Sarah returned home around 4:00. I thought I smelled wine on her
breath.
By now I think I was pretty calm about Sarah leaving me stranded with
Mark. It was a pretty rotten trick to pull on me. But why bother
getting upset with her? She would just pretend that it was all a big
misunderstanding and that she hadn't meant to lead me to believe that
she was staying for lunch with us.
"So..." Sarah started, "How was lunch?"
"It was very nice, thank you," I replied, trying to act completely
blas? and as if it was all so ordinary that there was nothing worth
talking about. Maybe it was my turn to torture Sarah just a bit. I
decided I would tell her about lunch when and how I wanted and she
wasn't going to force it out of me.
"Very nice? Hmmmm. Can you be...any more descriptive?" Sarah asked,
clearly knowing she was going to have to work for the details.
"Sure," I replied. "First, I realized you weren't joining us. That was
a surprise and you should have told me. I had prepared lunch for three,
not two." I wanted to see if she would believe that I didn't collapse
into near panic when I realized she wasn't home.
"Oh, yes, I see. I guess maybe I hadn't been clear enough. Sorry about
that. I hope you weren't upset that I wasn't there."
"Upset? Of course not. It was no big deal." I think she was buying it.
"Anyway, Mark was a perfect guest and very entertaining."
"Great. Did you invite him back for lunch next week?"
Damn! I didn't do that. Sarah suggested that I call him in the next day
or so to ensure that he knew he was invited.
"So, what did you wear?" Sarah asked.
"I wore what I'm wearing now, of course," I replied. I was still in my
cute jumper and rose turtleneck outfit.
"Are you kidding?" Sarah exclaimed. "You have a gorgeous man like that
in the house and you dress like a kindergarten teacher? What were you
thinking? Promise me you'll wear something nicer next week, please."
she pleaded.
I got very defensive. "Well, Mark said I looked lovely," I blurted. I
instantly regretted it. I had just given Sarah much more information
than I planned to. Why does this always happen?
"Did he?" she responded excitedly. "Oooo, tell me more."
"Oh stop it, will you! That was a really awful thing you did, leaving
me here alone with a man in the house. I nearly had a heart attack when
I realized you weren't here. But as it turned out, lunch was very
pleasant. Mark was really fun company and he was really nice to me. And
yes, he told me I was lovely and that I was delightful." I'm sure my
tone of voice had turned childish and despite my best efforts, I didn't
manage to hold any information back. I can't seem to keep anything from
Sarah. Anything.
"Well I'm glad it all turned out so well. He certainly does seem like a
nice man. So there's nothing else you want to tell me about lunch?
Nothing else at all?" Sarah had a gleam in her eye.
I gulped. She couldn't know, could she? "No, there's nothing else. Like
what?" I asked.
"Like," Sarah replied, "Did he kiss you?"
Oh God. Oh no. I started to feel faint.
"Well, I guess he did kind of peck my cheek as he was leaving..."
"He kissed you!" Sarah shouted. "I knew it! I knew it! I knew it!" She
ran over and gave me a big hug and planted a huge kiss on the same
cheek that Mark had kissed just a few hours before.
"And do you know why he kissed you?" Sarah asked. I dumbly shook my
head no.
"Because you're adorable! And because you're irresistible! And because
you're you!" And each of her sentences was punctuated with another big
kiss on the cheek.
And so once again, Sarah manipulated me into yet another situation that
should have left me angry with her. But instead, in the end, I was left
feeling grateful for the new experience.
That night, Sarah gently made love to her adoring sissy-wife. I could
sense her self-satisfaction with her manipulations and her control over
me. I think I could see it in the gleam in her eyes as she stared down
into my eyes as she rode me. Maybe I should have realized it months
ago, but it was just now dawning on me the extent to which Sarah was
shaping my life and my experiences. But I loved it. And she loved me.
Sarah turned off the lights and fell asleep. But I stayed awake. I
couldn't stop thinking about Mark and the things he said to me. And
about the kiss. He kissed me! Oh my God. What was happening to me?
End of Part 6
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