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The Manicure By Margaret Jeanette Betty Jones was getting a manicure. She was having a great conversation with her manicurist, Cindy. "My husband Bob has the worst, most ragged nails you ever saw. I am always after him to straighten them out but he never listens. It's the same as with everything else, he's got a lot of uncertainty but he doesn't want the world to know it. So he pretends he knows it all and he never lets up on me. It's only when I can't take it any more and lose my temper and get firm with him, even start to yell at him and threaten to walk out, only then does he get all disoriented and back down and try to fix his nails. But then he does such a terrible job." "Why don't you have him come to me? I've done many men's nails. Maybe I can rescue them for you." "The only rescue would be false nails I am afraid. And Bob is too macho to allow that!" "There isn't a man I can't get to do what I want when it comes to nails. I even got one man to let me paint his nails in boy-killer pink!" "I would love to see Bob in painted nails. Maybe a bright red that would really be noticeable would look good on him. It would tone him down some for sure. Get him thinking more about looking nice for others' sakes, and less about giving orders to everyone. For sure with red nails he'd be less inclined to play the macho man over other people." "What would you do if I sent him back to you with bright red nails?" "I don't know for sure. Maybe make him wear matching lipstick." "Why stop there? You could bring him back and have full make-up done on him. Then you would be in complete control." "He's too macho for that. He likes being in charge. Like last night when he said I should wear mini skirts to show off my legs. Mr. Know-it-all!" "With any man, when you find a weakness you have to work it until he isn't sure what's going to happen next. I've seen your husband, and with his long hair it wouldn't take much to change it to a feminine hairstyle. That would certainly confuse him. I would have a blast making him the picture of femininity." "You are a conniver! But I wouldn't mind seeing him taken down a peg or two." "Then get him made up and get him into a dress, a really feminine dress and heels. Take away his manhood and give him a womanhood. Dress him like he wants you to dress." "You have a point there. I would love to see him in a mini skirt and a blouse with cleavage showing." "You're chicken if you don't at least try it. You get him in here and by the time he walks out he will be a vision of loveliness." "How would it work? I mean how would I get him to do it?" "Just send him to me for a manicure. You bring him and I'll take over. When you see his nails, demand that his lips match his nails and tell me to complete the job. I'll have him looking beautiful for you in no time. Then give him whatever you want him to wear. His mind will be so mixed up that he'll do whatever you say. I guarantee it!" "It will take me a couple of weeks to get everything together." "Tomorrow is Saturday. Let's set it up for two weeks from tomorrow at nine in the morning. How does that sound?" "It sounds great to me. I can't wait. I know just what clothes to get for him. He will be the epitome of womanhood." They both laughed, but when she left the appointment had been made. On the Thursday before his appointment Betty complained that his nails were atrocious. She told him she was going to make an appointment for him to get a manicure. He said that wasn't necessary, but she told him he needed it to straighten out his nails. She said a manicurist can do wonders with nails. He knew he was losing the argument. Friday night she showed him a mini skirt that was trimmed with lace at the hem. He said it looked very sexy. She showed him a low cut blouse that he said he really liked. When she showed him the shoes with a five inch heel he liked them, and told her that was what was supposed to be worn with a mini skirt. She just nodded, and told him he was getting a manicure at nine the next morning. Saturday morning he usually slept late. Betty got him up at quarter after eight. He'd had one cup of coffee when she told him it was time to go for the manicure. She drove him to the beauty parlor. Inside, she introduced him to Cindy. She could see he was taken by Cindy's beauty. She noticed Cindy was fully made up. She'd have been jealous of Cindy if she didn't know it was to ensnare Bob. Cindy had Bob sit down at her manicure table. She looked at his nails, then told Betty he would be ready in a half hour or so. Betty left and Cindy started small talk with Bob as she clipped the ragged edges of his nails. She told him that as they were, his nails couldn't be done to look the way they should, but that she had a solution if he was man enough to accept it. He said she should go ahead, no one had ever challenged his manhood. Soon she was gluing false nails that extended a half inch past the ends of his fingers. He watched in silence as she did this. "Are you an adventurous man? Do you like to be different? I like men who aren't afraid to be different." "Oh, I like to be different. I haven't been too adventurous but I'm pretty much open to anything." "Great! Then we'll make these nails look great. When you have great looking nails you should show them off, right?" "Right!" She started to apply bright red polish. He asked what she was doing, and she told him she was making his nails look their best. She reminded him, he did say he liked to be different. She told him not to worry, that nail polish comes off with remover easily. She got the first hand done with the first coat and saw him staring at the shine. She knew she had him. She told him he was very brave, getting his nails done like this, and she gave him her best smile. He smiled back at her. "How do you like the color? Isn't it a pretty color?" "Yes, it is a pretty color. Does it have to shine so much?" "You want your nails to shine don't you? The more shine the better. I am going to give them three coats so they won't chip or wear off so easy. Would you rather I did them in pink or some other color?" "No, this color is all right, I guess." She was just finishing up the third coat when Betty came in right on cue. Betty took one look at his nails and gasped. He watched her face as it turned to anger. "A person's lips should match their nails! I expect you to do a complete job! If he's to wear nail polish he might as well wear everything else that goes with being beautiful." "Betty, it comes off with remover! I'll have her take the polish off!" "You have it on, leave it on! When you're done I'm sure you'll look beautiful. Cindy, do a complete job on him. When will he be ready?" "In about three hours, I figure. Do you really want me to do a complete job on him?" "Yes, make him look like there is a big dance tonight and he wants to be the center of attention. Give him a slutty look!" Betty marched out and Bob didn't know what to say. Finally he asked if she could take the polish off. She asked him if he wanted to make his wife angrier and he said he didn't. She said then he better go along with what she said, shouldn't he?" He had to agree with her as she led him to her chair. She got the flowered drape on him and had him go to the sink for a shampoo. Then she started on his hair. She soon had it trimmed to her satisfaction and had rollers in it. Then she started on his face. The first thing she did was pluck his eyebrows to a thin arched line. Cindy worked on his face and soon was all smiles as she looked at her latest creation. He did look very feminine and she was really surprised at how nice he looked. It was better than she expected. Soon his hair was dry enough and she brushed and combed it out. She had him facing away from the mirror so he couldn't see what he looked like. When she got his hair to where she thought it should look, she led him to a room in back. She told him to strip to his underpants. He didn't move, so she helped him undress and had him lie down on a table. When she applied warm cloths to him he thought they felt pretty good. Then when she started to tear them off he screamed in pain. She finished up with the stripping, and was using a razor on his underarms when Betty walked in carrying three bags. She told him to get his under shorts off and he didn't move. Cindy grabbed them and had them around his ankles in no time. Betty knelt and attached a chastity belt to him telling him he didn't need that thing sticking out. He was so addled by all this unexpected activity that his mind wasn't working right. He allowed the panties to be put on him. Then it was black fishnet pantyhose. Betty glued the largest breast forms she could get onto his chest, followed by a lacy half cup bra. Then a short lacy slip. She held the mini skirt up, telling him he thought it was so sexy she just knew he wanted to wear it. She put a belt through the loops and fastened it. He heard the loud click as she fastened it but didn't think anything of it. When she put the blouse on him, there was a lot of cleavage showing. She thought it was almost indecent to show that much cleavage. Then she put the five inch heels on him, telling him he'd himself said they were to be worn with the mini skirt. She told him she would help him by locking the ankle straps. She then stepped back and looked at him and wished she had a camera to capture the look on his face. It was a look of total defeat. "I thought you were going to do a complete job on him," she said. "Why aren't his ears pierced?" Cindy took his arm to help him walk in the heels. She took him to her chair and he just about fell into it. She soon had his ears each pierced in three places, and shiny studs in place. Betty said she wished she had a camera to get his picture, and Cindy told her she had a digital camera the shop used to show before and after pictures. Cindy took three pictures of him, and soon was handing Betty copies of the pictures. Betty paid Cindy for the job she'd done, giving her a large tip to boot. Betty then told Bob to hurry up and get to the car, and handed him a purse to carry. He was in shock, and meekly followed her out to the car. He could only take short steps in the heels. Seated in the car, his thinking began to return. His head was starting to clear. He wondered how he got into this. "Why did you have this done to me? The nail polish could have come off easy enough. Cindy said it comes off easy." "You must have wanted it or you wouldn't have gotten your nails painted in the first place. I only gave you what you wanted." "I never wanted anything like this! When we get home I want you to help me get all of this off! Do you understand?" "Don't talk to me in that tone of voice! You look so sexy in your new hair-do and all of your make-up. You look like a sexy woman, and what do women like to do best?" "What are you talking about? Didn't you hear what I said? Take me home so we can get this stuff off of me!" "Answer my question -- what do women like to do best?" "I don't know what women like to do best! I just want to get out of these clothes!" "Women like to go shopping, so that is what we are going to do -- go shopping." He didn't like the sound of things. He gasped when she pulled into the largest mall in town. He didn't want to get out of the car, but she pulled on him so hard he had to stand up. He started to show tears but she dabbed them away and told him if he was going to cry it would be worse for him. He got his feelings under control, and finally followed her, taking short steps. She walked ahead of him, thinking how usually it was the other way around. She couldn't believe how easy it had been to get him into a dress. She found she had contempt for him for allowing himself to be so easily feminized. Once inside, she led him into an anchor store that sold women's clothing. There she picked up two mini dresses, telling him they would look great on him. Then they went to a lingerie store that featured only the most feminine clothes. There they bought five sexy nightgowns and two sexy baby doll outfits for him. She saw him blush when she held one nightgown up to him to get an idea how it would look on him. Then it was to another women's dress store where they found a velvet light lavender mini dress for him. She saw he was starting to walk better in the heels, so she walked a little faster, forcing him to walk faster. In a shoe store she had him try on some pumps with three inch heels. She selected three pair in different styles in red, white and black. All had heels that came to a point. Before they checked out she saw black patterned nylons. She got five pairs for him, telling him she was sure he wanted to wear them. They'd just walked out of the shoe store when she saw Bob's boss. She called to him, and he stopped to talk to her. His boss didn't recognize him. "Do you suppose it would be all right if Bob came to work in a different style of clothes?" "What are you talking about? Bob always wears only the best looking suits to work." "Well, I've changed Bob's style somewhat." "How do you mean, changed his style?" She stepped back, so Bob was in front of his boss. His boss looked directly at him but still didn't recognize him. "Meet the new Bob! Doesn't he look cute?" "He looks more like a Roberta than a Robert. If you send him to work looking like that he will have most of the men drooling all day. I'd think he should look a little less sexy in what he wears." "You said he looks more like a Roberta than a Robert. I don't like the name Roberta. What would you suggest for a new name for him?" "Well as sexy as he looks, a French name might be in order. How about Raquel?" "That sounds delicious. Raquel it is then. You can call him Raquel from now on. I'll see he gets some women's business suits for work. Thank you for your help in his new name." As his boss walked off, he was unable to believe what had just taken place. He was just about in tears again, but she told him that if he started crying she would march him the length of the mall for all to see, and call him a sissy loud enough for everyone to hear. He got himself under control and she led him down the concourse. She saw a store named the Business Woman where she'd never been, and led him in. Inside she looked at all styles of women's business suits. After a long time she came to a rack of colored business suits with mini skirts. She selected two shades of pink, a red one, a lavender one and a yellow one. He asked why he couldn't get black or brown ones and she told him these suited the new him better. Having gotten the business suits she told him he could wear a different color every day. He was mortified that she actually was talking like she was going to make him wear those to work. He told her she couldn't send him to work in those clothes and she said if he didn't like them he could wear his mini dresses to work They checked out and she had him go to another shoe store where they purchased matching heels for each of his business suits. He started wondering why she was doing this to him. He tried to remember anything that could have set her off like this. He couldn't think of anything. He had his arms full of bags and packages. Betty sat down on a bench and told him to take his pretties to the car and to come straight back. He began the long walk to the car. He couldn't remember exactly where they parked so he had to walk around the parking lot a bit before he found the car. By the time he got back to where he had left Betty she was no longer there. He felt panicky and wanted to cry. He just stood and looked around. Five minutes later he saw her come out of a store. She headed straight for him. "I got scared when you weren't here. You said you would be here!" "Raquel, all I did is go into a store to look around. You look like you were ready to cry. Were you ready to cry?" "Yes, I was. I didn't know where you were." As they walked she wondered about how vulnerable he seemed now. She was enjoying the power she had over him. She led him to the mall's restaurant. She ordered for both of them, ordering a cheeseburger and fries for herself and a salad for Raquel. She knew he didn't like salads but told him he had to watch his shape now. She had a soda to drink and got a glass of ice water for him. He asked, "Can I ask just one question?" "Sure, go ahead." "Why did you do this to me?" "You deserve to know so I will tell you. When we were going together whenever I made a suggestion you couldn't do it fast enough. Ever since the first day we were married you stopped listening to any of my suggestions. You had to show you were in charge. Every suggestion I've ever made since we were married, you acted like it was the stupidest thing you ever heard. I am sick and tired of that so I am taking charge now. You will do whatever I decide and I will make all the decisions. When I say something I want you to act like it is the best thing in the world. Do you get it?" "I never realized you felt so strong about it. Why didn't you ever say anything?" "I did one time and you cut me off so fast that I knew it was a lost cause. Now you can see what it is like to always have someone telling you what to do. Fortunately I hope to listen to you more than you did to me." "I'll listen to you in the future. Can't we end this though?" "No, we've been married for seven years and you have just started to make up for seven years of not listening to me. I will probably get over this but don't count on it being too soon. I like the feeling of having some power over you. Believe it or not, I can be mean if I want to; your heels are a sign of that." "How long do you expect me to wear these heels? They already are making my legs cramp." "You told me they went with the skirt didn't you? Well, you thought they went with it so well so you should be glad I thought enough of you to let you wear them. I think you should thank me for getting them for you." "What! You have to be kidding!" "That is not what I want to hear. You can wear them until you thank me nicely and properly for getting them for you and allowing you to wear them." He knew she was serious but he wasn't about to thank her for getting him in torture shoes. He thought about arguing with her about his not listening to her, but deep down he knew she was right. He decided to go along with her. Hopefully tomorrow she would change her mind. After eating, she led him the length of the mall, then turned around for the trip back. She stopped at a swim suit store and asked him if he wanted a one piece or bikini. He said it didn't make any difference to him. She selected a bright patterned bikini and asked him what he thought of it. He said it was too bright and she laughed. She found a brighter one that would be noticed anywhere and said it was perfect for him. Then it was the Sexy Lady store where they got ten pair of the most feminine panties and eight fancy bras for him. She knew the bras were going to be tight on him but she figured he should always remember he was wearing one. She saw some all-lace slips and got him four of them to wear under his mini-dresses. At a western store she had him get a pair of white boots with a daisy imprinted on each boot and a three inch spike heel. He wondered why she was getting them, then she surprised him buying a short skirted lace trimmed square dance outfit for him. She informed him they were going to join a square dance group. He was mortified when she said that. He didn't like dancing and she knew that. The reality of his situation was starting to sink in. His wife was dead serious about him wearing dresses. He really loved her but he couldn't believe she was able to do this to him. How could he have been so stupid as to allow this to happen? He started noticing that every man seemed to be checking him out. He knew his outfit was an open call to sex. Luckily none of them approached him. They just watched him walking down the concourse of the mall. Betty asked him if he would like some shorts to wear eventually. He said he would so she steered him into the Summer Fantasy store. There she found three pair of short shorts that all had lace trim on them. It wasn't what he was expecting. He now knew he wasn't going to be getting any men's clothes today or probably for a long time. Then it was the Blouse Emporium, where she picked out six fancy blouses for him all in sheer colors and different styles. He found he was getting used to the little comments she made while trying to humiliate him, and stopped reacting to them. She said it was time to go home. He felt relieved, but then she turned into one more store. There she sprayed six different perfumes on him before selecting one. He now smelled like a French whore. He stood still without changing expression when she told him he now smelled the way he should smell all the time. When they got home she had him remove all of his men's clothes and put them into boxes, then take them to the basement for storage. He completed the task but his legs were killing him. He decided he'd better tell her thank you for the shoes so she would let him get them off. "Betty, I want to thank you for getting these shoes for me." "I think you can do better than that. You aren't telling me how you like them or anything about them." "Betty, thank you for these sexy shoes. I really like the color and how sexy they are." "You aren't telling me how you feel about wearing them. You know what I want to hear now. If you can't do it right forget about it." "I really like them. They make me feel sexy and I am glad you got them for me." "That's better. I am glad you like them. You may like them more if they attract a cute boyfriend for you." "I don't care what you are trying to do to me but I do care about our marriage vows. If you are thinking about breaking them that is your business but I do not plan on breaking them." "The way you dress is going to draw men to you. You better think of a good way to turn them off." She laughed. "Can I get these shoes off now?" "You said they make you feel sexy. Don't you like feeling sexy?" "I like feeling sexy but they are bothering my legs quite a bit. I am getting cramps now." "I'll make you a deal. I will let you get out of everything, how does that sound?" "That sounds good, what's the catch?" "All you have to do is get the dress off. How long will that take you?" "Thirty seconds at the longest!" "I feel generous. I will give you a minute to get it off. If you don't get it off you have to agree to wear dresses until I tell you that you can go back to wearing men's clothes, if that ever happens. Do we have a deal?" "You have a deal. Tell me when to start!" She knew the belt was locked on him and that he wouldn't get the dress off. She had a wide smile on her face as she counted down for him to start. She said "Start!" and he tried to lift the dress over his head by grabbing the hem. The belt stopped him. He dropped the skirt and tried to unbuckle the belt. He couldn't get it to unlatch. She counted down the seconds from twenty-to thirty-to forty-to fifty then it was every second. When she hit one minute he was still trying to pull the belt apart. "Well, it looks like you are going to wear dresses until I tell you to stop. You didn't think I had much of a mind, but this shows I can come up with things you can't handle. Now tell what you are going to be wearing for the foreseeable future." In a small voice he said, "I am going to be wearing dresses." "I think you should thank me for getting you all those wonderful dresses to wear. I think with all we got today for you that you should be lavish in your thanks." "I want to thank you for all the pretty dresses. I know I will look sexy in them. They are all so pretty that I can't wait to wear them all. Also I want to thank you for the sexy nightgowns. I know I will enjoy wearing them. Thank you for all the sexy clothes." It hurt him to have to say those things but he knew she wouldn't rest until he did. He felt humiliated, having to thank her for the dresses and all the clothes. "That wasn't bad! Tell me how you want to be as sexy as you can. I can't wait to hear what you have in mind." "Yes, I want to be sexy all the time. I like it when men look at me. It gives me a hot feeling knowing they can't have me. I don't think I can do my make-up as sexy as this. Will you be able to help me if I have trouble?" "I guess I can help you until you get proficient at it. Now, it's suppertime. We can go out and see how many men you can attract. Doesn't that sound like fun?" "Oh, yes it does. I can't wait!" She sneered at her husband, the macho man who was now a simpering she male. She laughed as he picked up his purse and started for her car. She just couldn't believe how easy it had been to change him. She really liked having him do whatever she said. It gave her almost orgasms when she humiliated him. She could feel the wetness in her panties and smiled. At the restaurant everyone male and female seemed to check out Raquel. Both of them noticed it, and Betty said to him that he was the hit of the restaurant, and then laughed. She did note that he was eating his salad by taking dainty bites. On the way home she decided he needed a little more humiliation so she stopped at the bar they always went to. She ordered a drink for herself and a Shirley Temple for her sissy husband. The owner looked closely at Bob and laughed. When he set the Shirley Temple down he said, "Here you go, Ma'am," and laughed. Bob never felt as humiliated in his life as he did then. What was left of his macho pride went down the drain. He sat sipping the drink and thinking that if he went along with what she had done to him then maybe, just maybe, she would get over it quicker and let him get back to his men's clothes. After two drinks they left the bar. Every eye was on them as they left. Raquel was starting to enjoy the impression she was making. She gave her rear a little extra sway as she exited the bar. Betty noticed it and had to laugh out loud. The next day Betty told Raquel they were going to the beach. She had him pack his swim suit and a pair of beach thongs that had colored sparkling crystals in the straps. In the changing room at the beach she was impressed at how well he got undressed and into his bikini. She didn't have to help him at all. He carefully folded everything and placed it in the carrying bag. This was not what Bob would have done if he was getting undressed -- Bob would have wadded everything up and tossed it into the carrying bag. Three different men approached them and made companionship offers. Betty turned all three down, telling them they were happily married. Raquel saw a lot of men and some women checking her out. She started to bask in the attention. Finally it was time to leave, and when they were changing clothes Betty noticed Raquel had the start of a bikini tan line, just enough for anyone to notice it was there. She smiled to herself, because this just put him further into womanhood. She mentioned his tan lines to him. When he looked and saw them he just smiled. The next morning as he was putting on his pink business suit he asked if he could just wear his men's clothes to work and then change as soon as he got home. Betty asked how would it look with his hairdo, colored nails and make up if he wore his men's business suit. He had to agree it wouldn't look so good. When he looked at himself in the full length mirror he saw he didn't make a bad looking woman. He did notice that the ruffle of his blouse stood straight out. Betty gave him a multi-colored scarf to tie around his neck. Then she picked out a necklace and three rings plus a bracelet for him to wear. He arrived at work and the first person he met was Tom Foxx, his boss. Tom told him he looked sexy, and said he was going to impress all the men with his sense of style. At the start of the day on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays they always had a staff meeting. The first thing Tom did was tell everyone that Bob was no longer there but that Raquel had the qualifications to pick up where Bob left off. Raquel noticed Jerry Simpson looking closely at her. At the end of the meeting when they were rising to go their offices, Jerry Simpson called him a fag. Tom Foxx heard it and told Jerry he wanted to see him in his office immediately. In his office Tom told him he owed Raquel an apology and that if he didn't give it, it could mean termination. Jerry went to Raquel's office to apologize. When he walked in Raquel told him to have a seat. Jerry sat down then said, "I have to apologize to you for calling you a fag. I know you aren't a fag." "I am not a fag. I am outsmarted by my wife and her beautician. Call me pussy-whipped or dumb but I know I am not a fag." "I really mean it about being sorry. Let me buy you lunch and we can talk. I'd love to hear how you ended up wearing that dress! You do look sexy in it! If I didn't know you were a man I would be howling after you," he said with a laugh. "Thank you for the compliment, I guess. My wife thinks I have to look sexy all the time. Her idea of looking sexy and mine aren't necessarily the same." "I have to get to work now but I'll be around about five to twelve for you. Okay!" "Okay! It sounds good to me." When they were seated for lunch, Raquel told him how Betty had been after him all the time about his ragged nails, and how he'd ended up getting a manicure. He told him how the manicurist had asked him if he was adventurous and if he liked to be different. He said he didn't want her to think he was a wimp, so he allowed her to color his nails. "Well, my wife went through the ceiling and had me go right back there and told her that my lips should match my nails, to do a complete job. Things happened so fast I became shocked and afraid to say anything. The next thing I knew I had this hairdo, a completely made up face, and my body waxed of all of its hair. Then my wife was there and said I needed a different outfit to match my new looks. She seemed so angry I allowed her to do what she wanted and soon I found myself in a blouse and mini skirt with breasts glued on my chest. Then she put heels so high on my feet I was afraid I was going to fall. I think I was in shock because the next thing I remember we were shopping for clothes for me, all mini dresses and heels. I knew I was in trouble but I didn't realize how much until we saw Tom Foxx and she told him I was going to be coming to work wearing a dress. The rest is history." "You do look very nice. Too nice to be a man. How did you change your voice?" "I start talking from a spot in back of my throat. My voice comes out different then." "It sounds sexy when you talk. You could say the Gettysburg Address and it would sound sexy." They both laughed, and Raquel thought about how before, the two of them had only talked business, and even that was in short sentences. Jerry asked, "So tell me the truth-how does it feel to wear a dress? Is it exciting or what?" "I really haven't thought about it, but strange as it seems I do feel sexy in this outfit. I notice that many people, men and women, look at me when I move. That really takes some getting used to, I have to tell you." "I can imagine it does. Fortunately my wife would never do something like that to me." "Never count it out. You never know what a woman is going to do or not do. This has shown me that you will never figure out a woman, and a woman can be sneakier than any man any time." "That scares me! I was going to go home and tell my wife about you but now I'm wondering if that's such a good idea." Their lunch over, they headed back to work. Raquel almost laughed when he opened her door for her and then made sure when he got to the office building to hold that door for her too. In her office she wondered about how Jerry seemed to be a completely different person now. He was so nice and understanding at lunch. They had never been close until now. He was interrupted when Tom Foxx came in. "Did Jerry apologize to you about his remark after the meeting?" "Yes, he did, and he took me to lunch and we had a great talk." "Did he put the make on you?" "No, nothing like that! He wanted to know how I ended up in a dress is all. I think he's afraid his wife might do that to him, so he isn't going to tell her about me. We really had a great time at lunch. That was the most we've ever talked, and not about business either. We never once mentioned this place, which was a surprise to me." "I am glad it's taken care of. We can't have name calling or derogatory things said to one another. It makes me glad whenever I hear that people are getting along better than they were. It gives me a sense that there's hope, when anything good comes out of something." "I was the one most surprised. I never thought Jerry ever listened to anyone or cared about anyone but himself." "He is kind of self-centered, but he does a good job for us. Now, I want to tell you that you have my sympathy, having to wear dresses. I didn't believe your wife would actually send you to work in a dress, but at least it is a business suit type of dress, even if it does show a lot of leg." "Every outfit she got me is a mini outfit. My work suits and dresses are all mini's. She's making a point, but I am not quite sure I know exactly what it is yet." "Well, good luck. I hope you get things your way, whichever it is." Raquel dove into her work feeling wonderful about how things were going. The problems seemed to solve themselves and she was cruising along. The end of the day came fast. As she was going out, Clint Jackson told her she looked like a flaming gay and made him sick to his stomach. She felt like crying. Betty picked her up, and when she was in the car asked her how her day had gone. She said some of it was great and some of it was horrible. "We might as well keep your appointment for the one drink after work that you always have." "Let's not stop at the bar. I don't think I can take any more humiliation today." "We'll stop at a different bar then. There's Clancy's, where I know some of the girls stop at after work. It is supposed to be a great place." He never suspected that was where she wanted to stop anyway. It was where all the girls from where she worked stopped. They walked in, and Raquel was surprised at how many girls called Betty by name. They were all in a group and Betty led him over to it. "Girls, I want you to meet Raquel, my sissy husband." He wanted to sink through the floor. Why did she have to do that? How could she be so mean? The prettiest girl he thought was there came up to him and forced his head down on her shoulder. "Now, now don't feel so bad. Enjoy yourself! Betty told us all about how you've changed. I think you should be given a medal to allow her to do that to you. You are all right in my book!" She took his face and gave him a lingering kiss on his lips. He didn't know why but it made him feel better. Then she released his head and told him his lipstick was smudged, and had him stretch his lips while she redid his lipstick for him with her own tube of lipstick. She handed him a dry martini and he took a sip. He normally didn't drink martinis but this one tasted pretty good. One girl pinched his butt and told him he had a sexy butt. He laughed with the rest of them. Another told him he had legs to die for and he thanked her. They finished their drinks and Betty said it was time to leave. All the girls said 'good bye Raquel' but didn't say good bye to Betty. He noticed that right away. At home Betty fixed something to eat after telling him to pick up the living room a little bit. He got rid of the papers lying on the floor and gave the end tables and coffee table a quick dust. Then he got the vacuum cleaner and gave the carpeting a going over. He finished just as Betty told him that supper was ready. At supper he said, "I can't believe you told all the girls you work with what you did to me. Why would you do something like that?" "I did it because it was news to them. Most of them applauded me for doing it. Three of them said they would like to do it to their husbands. None of them said there was anything wrong in my doing it to you. You might as well accept it and go along with it because you are going to be wearing dresses for some time as I see it." "Just how long is for some time?" "I really don't know. I must tell you I like having the say about things. I like the feeling of power I now have. When you can accept that I have a mind that works, and can accept what I want, then maybe I'll let you return to your men's suits and ties. Not before that is for sure!" "I know you have a mind that works! What you did to me proves that. You know I will never forget what has happened to me. I never thought I would ever go to work wearing a dress, a mini dress at that!" "Tell me all about your day. I want to hear all the little details. Did any of the men try to kiss you?" she said with a laugh. He told her everything, and she was surprised that Jerry wouldn't tell his wife because he was afraid it might give her ideas. She told him Clint Jackson should be made to wear a dress, then he wouldn't be making judgments about anyone else wearing a dress. The next morning Tom Foxx called him and told him to come to his office right away. He wondered why and what was going to happen. When he got there he was surprised to see Clint Jackson there. "Someone told me about Clint's remark to you as you were leaving last night. I have been having a talk with him and I think you should be here to be part of this. Now, Clint, you have something to say to Raquel!" "You do know you look so different wearing a dress. I can't believe you would come to work wearing one. Tom tells me everyone has the right to wear whatever they want as long as it doesn't interfere with their work. So I have to agree with him about that. I want to apologize for my remark." "Your remark hurt me quite a bit. You made my day a disaster after things were going so well. I felt good about all the work I accomplished and you ran that down the drain. When I told my wife about it she said you should be made to wear a dress to see how it feels. I just wanted you to know what that remark did to me." Tom Foxx spoke, "You know, your wife has a great idea there. Clint, if you want to keep your job here, tomorrow you will be coming to work in a dress. I want you to look closely at what Raquel is wearing and I expect you to look as good if not better than she does. If you don't want to do that you can clean out your desk!" "I can't get looking that good in one evening! That's impossible!" "You can have the rest of the day off to prepare. Now you better get started. I have to talk to Raquel for a minute alone." Clint left and Tom said, "Clint has been asking for trouble for some time now. His work has fallen off a bit and I didn't know how to change his work habits. Maybe this will shake him up. I have to tell you that you do look great today. Have a good day!" He got up and left. Just outside his office door he saw Clint standing. He was afraid there was going to be trouble. "Raquel, there is something I have to ask you. Where did you get that look?" Raquel told him which beauty shop to go to, and to ask for Cindy. Then he told him where they'd gotten his dress. He told him to ask for Margaret there, as she was the saleslady who'd taken care of them and she seemed very nice. "Are you really going to come to work in a dress tomorrow?" "I have to, otherwise I lose my job. That means I lose my house and my car. There are a lot of people out of work and I don't know when I would get a job again. I need this job! Also I want to really apologize for my remark. I should never have said anything to you I just felt mean at the time. Will you accept my apology?" "Yes, I know what you mean when you say you felt mean at the time. I know exactly what you mean." Clint walked off, and Raquel felt a lot better knowing he was truly sorry for his remark. He went into his office and got to work. He'd been working about fifteen minutes when Jerry came in. Jerry asked him how it went with Clint. When Raquel asked him how he knew about it he said he'd heard Clint's remark and told Tom Foxx. Raquel laughed and told him what had happened. Jerry said he couldn't wait to see Clint tomorrow. Raquel asked him if he'd told his wife what had happened to him. He said he hadn't, that she gets enough ideas on her own. That night when he told Betty all about what happened to Clint she laughed and said it was only justice for him. He told her he was surprised when Clint asked him where to go for the change. He then told her about his conversation with Jerry, and she said she'd wondered about him and his wife, as she'd always thought his wife was the dominant one in that relationship. He was starting to enjoy the feel of the dresses, but there was no way he was going to tell Betty that. At bedtime he just loved how the slinky nightgowns felt. If his tool grew, he knew he'd probably cum in his panties. The next day at the staff meeting Clint looked just lovely. Raquel knew he was wearing a blond wig, but he looked so feminine Raquel was just a little jealous. Tom Foxx ran the meeting without saying anything about Clint in his dress. Just before the meeting ended Tom thanked Raquel and Clint for adding beauty to their meetings. Raquel thanked him for the compliment. She noticed Jerry looked somewhat antsy sitting during the meeting. After the meeting Clint followed him to his office. He acted as if he didn't mind wearing a dress, but Raquel wasn't sure. "I have to tell you about yesterday. First I went to the beauty parlor. Cindy is really something else. She did say she was the one who told your wife how to get you into a dress. It was all a set up, you know?" Raquel told him he suspected as much. "Then I went to the dress store you went to and asked for Margaret. She understood me when I told her how I had to wear a dress to work to keep my job. Then she helped me get things I would never have thought of. I was there with her for over three hours. I have to tell you I really enjoyed it, which I never would have believed possible. Anyway, at one point Margaret said she thought a man who would wear a dress has to be someone special. I was enjoying her company so much that I asked her if she would go to supper with me and she accepted. At supper I had the most laughs since I can't remember when. After supper we went to a bar for a couple of drinks and had a great conversation. I am meeting her there after work today." "I am glad it's working out for you. It's great when something you think is terrible actually does work out. At least you only have to wear a dress today." "I think I'm going to be wearing one at least a little longer. You see, she sold me four different outfits. I had the hardest time picking which one to wear today. Margaret told me she expects to see me wearing one for longer than one day." "It is amazing what a woman can get a man to do, all in the name of love. You seem to be taken by Margaret. I gather you intend for her to be your main squeeze for awhile." "She's the type of woman I wouldn't mind marrying. She's a lot of fun to be with and we seem to hit it off so great. I guess I have to thank you for making it possible to meet her. I never thought something like this could happen." "Tell me about it! So much has happened to me this past week that I can't keep up with it. You'd think a man being put in a dress is the worse thing that could happen to him, but it seems everything is working out. I don't know why but it is." "Margaret and I are meeting after work. Then I don't know where we'll go but I do know I'll enjoy it. I have to get to work. Lately I haven't felt much like working, but now I do." He left, and Raquel thought he knew why he felt like working. He was in love! It was that simple. He was working when his office door opened and he stood up. It was Tom Foxx, who told him to keep on working, so he sat back down and kept working. Tom then backed off and closed the door, and all Raquel got was a look at the woman with him. His phone rang and it was Jerry asking him if he wanted to go to lunch with him. He agreed that they'd meet at his car at noon. They had arrived for lunch when Jerry took the lead asking, "Did you know your wife called mine last night?" "No, she never said anything. I know they talk from time to time is all." "Well, she did and she told her about what she had done to you. My wife was furious that I hadn't told her. She blew up royally. She got so upset I agreed to try some of her clothes on. She said maybe it was time for me to start wearing dresses too! I got her to agree not to send me to work in a dress but I had to agree to other things." "What did you have to agree to? Nothing serious, I hope." "Right now I am wearing panties, bra and a camisole. She says I have to wear these until she says I can go back to my regular clothes. Tonight we are going to go shopping for my own underclothes. She said I could wear a dress around the house. I know none of hers would fit me and I am afraid of what she might do to get me some dresses." "Calm down! Put your foot down and tell her what you are wearing is as far as you will go. Tell her to accept what you agreed to wear and let it go at that." "You know yourself, a wife has ways of getting what she wants. We men think we're in control but we only control what our wives let us control!" "I know that, but your wife surely will listen to reason, won't she?" "I sure hope so. I don't mind wearing what I have on but I'm afraid she is going to push the limits." "You have to think positive. I'm just starting to enjoy it a bit. I've been lucky so far in that there have been only a few remarks about what I am wearing. Don't you think the panties feel kind of nice?" "That they do, but I think it's unnatural for a man to wear them." "Look at it this way. You aren't doing it by your choice but by your wife's choice. Enjoy the feel of them and relax. I noticed you were fidgeting quite a bit in the meeting this morning. Get over it and go with the flow." Raquel saw him relax a bit and wondered about what he had just said. He had never thought about himself this way, and now felt better about himself and his situation. They were back about five minutes when Tom Foxx stopped in to see Raquel. He showed him a new sign for outside his door that read Raquel Jones. Then he explained that this morning the woman who was with him was from the Equal Opportunities Bureau, who had said they'd received a report that the firm may be discriminating against women, as they just employed men. He said he denied that they discriminated, and had showed her Raquel to get her off his back. He laughed when he realized that she never noticed the sign for Robert Jones on the outside of his office. He left laughing at how he had tricked the woman. When he got out of work Betty picked him up and they stopped where her co-workers stopped for a drink. He was enjoying talking to one of the girls when he felt a tap on his shoulder. It was Clint, wanting to introduce him to Margaret. "I remember you. You were my biggest customer ever! I remember you picked out a lot of outfits. Between you and Clint I will get the biggest commission check I have ever gotten. I'll get it next Wednesday." "I am happy for you. When we were in I was surprised that you were so helpful. Do you have a lot of men shopping there?" "We have enough, but most of them are getting something special for their wives. I have an idea! Why don't the four of us go out for supper next Wednesday? It'll be my treat! Do you have an evening gown to wear?" He said he didn't, and she told him that tomorrow they were open until nine and she was working from one to nine. She said both of them should stop in and she would help them pick out just the right gown. Both agreed that was a great idea. Clint said he would have to pick out some more outfits if he was going to stay wearing dresses. Margaret laughed and said it would just mean a bigger commission check. He didn't want to leave when Betty said it was time to go, but he left Clint and Margaret deciding where they were going for supper. He still couldn't believe how well he was now getting along with his fellow workers. He was getting closer to them than ever before. The next day both Raquel and Clint wore light lavender outfits. Tom Foxx laughed when he saw them both. He told Clint he didn't have to wear a dress now, but Clint told him that if he'd had to pay that much for his make-over, he was going to get his money's worth. After the meeting Tom Foxx stopped at Raquel's office. He seated himself and looked very serious. "I have to tell someone about something that surprised the heck out of me. Clint did an honest days work yesterday. He did probably the most work he's ever done here. I don't know if it's the dress or what. What do you think?" "I think he's in love. The saleslady where he bought the dress and he are now an item. She really seems to be a nice girl, and they do go good together. It is funny-yesterday I was thinking how I am now closer to my fellow workers than ever before. I really don't know why but Jerry and Clint are both closer to me than before. I can't explain why, but that's what happened. Jerry and I have gone for lunch twice and Clint stopped to talk about what was going on in his life. That's something that never happened before." "Well, the place is running better than before. Keep up the good work! I think you are the catalyst that caused it and I want to tell you I appreciate it." "My wife caused it to start with, not me. I know what you're saying and I want to thank you for your kind comments." "We are the smallest department here and we have developed into a family now. That's great! I'm happy to be in charge of such a good group now." He left, and Raquel got to work. Time flew and before he knew it, it was lunch time. He had promised Jerry yesterday that he would do lunch with him. He had to hurry to catch a ride with Jerry. At lunch Jerry told him his wife now expects him to wear a dress at home and do some of the housework. He said he thinks the dress definitely feels different, but it is not altogether a bad feeling. He said his wife had gotten him a pair of two and a half inch heels but they weren't so bad to wear. "I know how you feel. Sometimes when I look at myself in the mirror I feel sexy, and other times I wonder if my wife is ever going to let me change back. I know she's told me more than once that she enjoys the feeling of power she has now." "Why is it women will go to such extremes to get that feeling of power?" "I think it's something new to them and they get hooked on it. I see Betty's power over me growing, but there's very little of anything I can do to stop it. So far everything has worked out, so I'm not complaining. Now that I'm used to men and women giving me the once over, it isn't so bad. That was the hardest thing I've had to deal with so far." "I have to thank you for all of your help and advice. I don't think I could have handled it if it weren't for being able to talk to you. You have a laid-back attitude about just about all of this, and if you can deal with it then I can." After lunch Tom Foxx came in again to talk to Raquel. Tom told him he looked very nice today and repeated that he was really surprised at how things were working out. Raquel agreed with him. Then Tom dropped a bombshell. "I am being promoted to be in charge of our converting plant a week from this coming Monday. When Harold Bergmann, our president, asked who I thought could fill my shoes I told him I thought you could. Do you want the promotion?" "There isn't a doubt. I will take it. I only hope I can do half as good a job as you do." "Great! Then Monday you can come straight to my office and I will start to explain what I do. Don't say anything to anyone before Monday. I'll announce it at the department meeting." "Can I tell my wife? She'll be shocked I'm sure." "You can tell her. Also tell her if I hadn't seen how you handled the transition into dresses I might not have recommended you." He met Betty after work and as he got into the car she could see he was excited. When she took a different turn he asked where they were going. She reminded him he had to get an evening dress, and it all came back to him. Margaret had just led them to the evening gown section when Clint caught up with them. Betty decided she should get a new evening gown too, and was also looking. She found one right off and watched as the two men looked for that special dress. Clint found two that he thought looked acceptable. He asked Margaret which one and she told him to try them on. Raquel had three to try on, and both women laughed when they heard the two men giggling in the changing room. Clint came out first with a white gown with blue trim. He looked at himself in the mirror and it didn't look as he'd imagined. Raquel came out in a metallic bronze one and laughed when he saw himself in the mirror. He said he looked like he was canned in it. Both women commented to each other about how the two men were exactly like women shopping for a new gown. Clint came out first in a soft peach with white trim silk gown, and when he looked into the mirror he smiled. He knew this was the gown for him. He asked Margaret what she thought about it and she told him he should get it. Raquel came out in a pink gown that had a spiked hemline and sequins sewn all over it. He looked beautiful in it, and both women said it was him. With a giggle he said he was going to take this one. Then both men had to get shoes to match their gowns. Raquel found a pair almost immediately but Clint couldn't find just the right pair. Margaret came out with a pair of white strappy sandals which she pointed out matched the trim in his gown. He tried them on and said they were very comfortable. At home Betty made a light supper, and as they were eating she told him about her day. He was almost bursting, waiting to tell her his news. She finally finished and asked him how his day went. "I thought you would never ask! My day was stupendous. Tom Foxx came and told me he was moving, to be in charge of one of the plants, and had recommended me to take over his spot as head of the department. I start Monday training with him. He's going to announce it Monday." "Well, congratulations are in order! I am proud of you. What made Tom pick you?" "He said a couple of reasons, but the biggest one was how I handled the transition into wearing dresses. I suppose he figures if I can handle a problem like that I can handle almost anything." "So what you are saying is putting you into a dress got you promoted?" "I guess you could say that, but I like to think there are a lot of other factors involved." "I know that, but he did specifically say it about you in a dress, didn't he?" "Yes, he did use that as one of the reasons." "Well, tomorrow being Saturday I'll give you a reward. You can wear your boy clothes." "Just for tomorrow? Why not let me go back permanently? I've worn the dresses long enough!" "I'm willing to let you wear men's clothes for a day, and right away you want to go way beyond what I'm willing to allow. You can forget about wearing your boy clothes then!" "Don't get all upset! All I was doing was asking if we couldn't let it go longer!" "I'm done discussing it. You blew it big time. Tomorrow night is the first beginners' square dance, and I was going to let you wear your jeans and cowboy boots. But now you can wear your blouse and skirt. End of discussion!" He knew she wasn't going to change her mind and allow him to wear his slacks and a shirt. He felt depressed that she wouldn't even listen to him. That night when they were getting into bed she said she felt like sex. He thought she would be unlocking his chastity belt and immediately said it sounded like a good idea. So he was surprised when she appeared carrying a two-headed dildo. "Which one would you like, the monster or the snake?" He looked at the two heads, one about two inches across and ten inches long and the other about an inch across and just a hair shorter. He said he didn't like either, so Betty said she would pick then. When they were in bed she inserted one finger then two fingers in his anus. When she got three fingers in she proclaimed him ready. She positioned him and started to insert the well-lubricated dildo. She slowly inserted it all the way. He felt just a quick stab of pain, then a sensation that was kind of nice. But he felt violated and depressed that this was happening to him. Betty started riding him slowly at first, then faster. He couldn't control himself and soon was backing into her thrusts. He heard her start to moan and knew she was going to cum. He also knew he was going to cum. She came and he was in a dream world. He came and it felt like all of his insides were singing. Betty slowed down, and he eagerly backed into her thrusts, wanting her to speed up. She did speed up somewhat and he knew he was going to come again. He heard her moaning loudly and he came again just about the same time she did. When she pulled out he could have sworn he felt a rush of air in his rear. She lay quiet for some time, then finally asked him how he liked it. He said it was great. She said maybe they should get the real thing next time. He disagreed. The next morning she said he looked more radiant than she had ever seen him. He said his rear was a little sore but it was worth it. As they ate breakfast she said the lawn needed mowing. He asked why she was saying that. She said he should mow it. "Raquel doesn't do lawns! If you want it mowed so bad you do it or get someone!" "I will! I'll call the Johnson boy down the street. I know he'll do it. But as long as you aren't doing that you can clean the bathrooms. I want them spotless." "Raquel has never done a bathroom. I have no idea what to do." "All you do is mop the floor, clean the mirror and counters, and wipe the tub enclosure and toilet with the cleaner under the sink in the main bathroom. There are rags in the bag in the garage. There are rubber gloves under the sink also." He was doing the bathroom when he heard the lawnmower running outside. He wondered whether he shouldn't have done the lawn instead. Then he thought about how he'd stood up to Betty and she'd backed down. He felt pretty good about that. That evening they were getting ready to go for their first square dance class. Betty had a blue outfit and Raquel had a black and red outfit. He thought there was lace in places he'd never thought they would ever put lace. Before the class started three young men argued over who was going to dance with Raquel. They finally came up with how they would take turns dancing with him. Betty found a partner right away. The class started and Raquel was surprise at how easy it was to make the moves. He was starting to enjoy the dancing, how his petticoats would swirl when he did a fast turn. Betty saw him smiling just about steadily. Two hours later the class was over. All three of his partners asked if he was going to be there next week and he said he was. In the car on the way home Betty said, "You sure looked like you were enjoying yourself. Did you have fun with your three beaus?" "They aren't my three beaus! I was enjoying the dancing! I never danced anything like that before. It was fun, I have to admit." "Well, I think you have your choice of the three. Which one do you like the best?" "All three are nice. I have no intention of doing anything but dancing with them!" "Sure, that's all you believe now, but just wait -- soon you'll be kissing them." "That's not funny! I am not going to talk to you if that's all you want to talk about." The next day Betty asked him what he wanted to do. He said he didn't care, so she suggested they go shopping. He agreed and soon they were in the store where Margaret worked. Betty found a dress for herself and asked him if he wanted to look at anything. He asked whether he couldn't wear men's clothes to work now that he was promoted. "You got promoted because you wore dresses so I think you can continue to wear them. You could use some sundresses though." "Could I get some work outfits with longer skirts?" "I guess you can. For every regular dress you find I'll let you get one outfit with a longer skirt for work. How does that sound?" "Why can't I just get outfits for work?" "Take it or leave it! An outfit for an outfit! Yes or no!" He agreed, and soon had four dresses, three sundresses and one for square dancing. Then they looked at work outfits. He quickly found four skirt and jacket outfits. But Betty told him to put them back. She said she would pick him more stylish outfits. Then Betty had him get four really feminine blouses. She said if he was going to change to a different style he would wear what she picked. He wondered why he needed four more blouses, but didn't argue. Betty picked out four work outfits for him. He wondered why he couldn't just get some brown or black outfits instead of the pink, lavender, red and coral ones she picked out. Then she led him over to the shoes and picked out three inch heels in matching colors. He did like the looks of the lavender T-strap heels. Then she had him get four patterned black nylons to wear with his new outfits, telling him he might as well get an entirely new look to present at work. She just laughed when he said the brown outfits were more business-like. On Monday morning he couldn't decide what outfit to wear. He finally picked the coral one and soon was dressed and made up. At work he went to Tom's office and the first thing Tom said to him was how nice he looked. He did a turn and was smiling when he finished it. Tom showed him two index cards with notes of things he wanted to bring up at the staff meeting. He told him that way he didn't forget the major things to talk about. He also told him he used the back of the cards to make any notes of new things brought up at the meeting. The meeting went well and after the meeting Tom showed him how to access the Friday reports, and showed him a quick way to check them. Then it was checking all the day's E-mails for any requests for information or project requests. One request wasn't real clear on what the person wanted, so he sent a reply asking for clarification. Then Tom showed him something that really shocked him. It was a program that allowed him to check what each department's computer was being used for. They all had Internet access and he could check each one to see what had been accessed on Friday. The day went fast until three o'clock when Tom got a call. After he hung up he told Raquel he was only going to be there tomorrow -- that on Wednesday he was starting his new job. He said tomorrow he would just play guardian angel and watch and give tips on what to do. At supper that night Raquel related his day and Betty was impressed with what he told her. "I am not surprised you are doing so well. I always knew you had it in y