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Summer Experiment
Chapter One
Frankie felt the agitation building in his body simply talking on the
phone to his wife. He missed her terribly. She was hours away and he was
feeling so down about being alone. And she was bringing up the same old
thing all over again, sex.
He didn't like the topic of sex. It made him feel nervous inside just
talking about it. It was awkward discussing their sex life or lack of it
and it was even worse to do it while his wife was on a speakerphone in
her office. Frankie wondered what would have happened if someone
overheard this conversation beside his wife. He would never live down
the humiliation.
And it was not only sex they were talking about; it was sex with
strangers. It was Helen's suggestion that he should go out and have sex
with the people he was meeting in clubs.
Frankie interrupted his wife's voice. "Helen, you make this out as easy.
It's not some simple task. I mean, is all of this really necessary? I
don't understand how learning to please some man in the sack is going to
improve our marriage. How is my learning to play 'Up Periscope' with some
stranger I'm supposed to sleep with going to strengthen our
relationship?" He tugged at his bathing suit. The thin clingy lycra
seemed to have a mind of its own.
Frankie sat on the deck facing the lake outside their little bungalow in
the Hamptons, enjoying the heat of the early summer sun on his body. The
one-piece suit kept riding up into his crotch and the straps kept
slipping down off his shoulders. Looking good in a swimsuit was hard
work, he thought to himself as he tugged it back out of his crack and
over his hip. While it was sheer and quite brief, it was perfect for sun
bathing. The high cut legs tanned most of his hip and while he felt like
he was falling out of the top, he knew the tan lines would be minimal
when he put on an outfit to go dancing tonight.
As he took a deep breath trying to calm him, he heard his wife's melodic
chuckle. He could picture her sitting at her father's large desk in what
used to be his family practice office. She'd still be in her nightgown
and bathrobe, her files strewn out all over the desktop, her laptop on
one corner, and her large mug of coffee steaming on the other. Each
morning upon rising, she did her paperwork in the office connected to
their home in the city. Their brownstone was large enough to afford her
the space to see patients and still use it as a quiet retreat from work
in the busy hospital.
Helen's hours were so much more demanding than his. As a college
instructor, Frankie taught and met with students twenty hours each week.
Of course, he was expected to write and publish with the rest of his
time.
Publishing was how the whole lifestyle change had gotten him in this
awkward situation. Now he was sitting here alone in the Hamptons while
his wife was still remained back in the city.
She was the one that suggested the Summer Experiment as a book idea. She
had even thought of the title, "MetroSexuals and Transsexuals" at the end
of last summer when they were flying pretty high. Back then; their
relationship had never been better. He remembered the summer experiment
talk like it was yesterday. They had just finished making love, clothing
strewn all over the floor, the two of them exhausted from a romp that had
lasted for several hours, when Helen suggested that he take his cross-
dressing a step further.
Back then and each summer before that was Frankie's prime time for cross-
dressing. Every spring, when classes ended, Frankie would celebrate by
changing gears from handsome metrosexual to androgynous cross dresser.
Each summer since he had been teaching school, he'd celebrate the end of
classes by having his hair styled in a salon, his eyebrows trimmed and
waxed, and his nails manicured, finishing with a clear polish. This all
day trip would sometimes even include a body wax and a pedicure.
Frankie spent the summer dressing how he pleased, really enjoying his
alter ego. Helen loved this side of him as much as he did and always
assured him that his cross-dressing made their relationship stronger.
Helen would lighten her work schedule each summer so that the two of them
could frequent dance clubs partying together through night. They'd have
romantic lunches together in outdoor cafes in SoHo, shop for lingerie,
then go home and make passionate love.
Helen told him that their summers satisfied her lesbian side and made her
appreciate her husband's ability to be sensitive to her needs. Each year
of their marriage, she'd encourage Frankie to go further and further with
his alter ego.
And each September, when the fall semester returned, Frankie would sadly
trim back his nails and clean off the polish. He'd cut the perm from his
hair combing it back behind his ears, and return back to his drab, dull
side of his masculine life. This was always accompanied by some
depression on both of their parts. It was like packing away the summer
fun and getting on with their grown up responsibilities.
But this last summer, as Frankie was getting ready for his return to
reality, Helen proposed something different. She suggested that he
continue his cross-dressing throughout the school year, simply toning it
down when he worked. She even presented him with two bottles of pills to
accompany her idea.
Frankie examined the large bottles, obviously from the hospital
dispensary. He shook them and said, "What's in here?"
Helen smiled and gave him a kiss. "Female hormones and testosterone
blockers, nothing radical, nothing too strong. Just a small amount of
estrogen and a blocker to slow down the testosterone running in your
bloodstream. It's a three-month supply, but there's more if you like how
it makes you feel. I thought you could be womanlier for me here in the
apartment. You can closet yourself on the outside for your classes, your
dressing would just be when we are together."
Frankie thought it over. It was pretty tempting. The final factor was
Helen's suggestion for a book idea.
"...and maybe your writing and research this year could be about cross-
dressers and trannies. You could do a sociological study here in New York
of the transgendered scene. You know, interviews, descriptions. You could
keep a journal that could satisfy your writing requirement at work. I
even thought of a title, 'MetroSexual to Transsexual'."
Frankie thought about it for a day or two and then told Helen about his
decision to try it all out. He made a big deal of taking opening a bottle
of chardonnay and making a toast as he took the pills.
To celebrate his commitment, Helen treated him to laser treatments and
Frankie found himself sleek and hair free by the end of the week. Rather
than cutting his summer perm out and losing his curls, he simply pulled
it back in a rubber band. He cleaned off the polish from his fingernails
and trimmed them back a bit. Frankie felt that he looked like he always
did as he set out to teach the new freshmen class.
No one ever said anything at work. At work, his pierced ears were empty
holes. He wore his typical garb of sports jacket and dress shirts over
baggy jeans. His sun bleached curls were dyed a modest brown. And during
the week it was business as usual.
As the semester rolled by, no one commented about Frankie's changing
appearance because they didn't see the weight loss hidden under the
suits. They didn't notice the subtle changes in his body shape as the
hormones took effect.
Frankie and Helen loved the changes. His newly budding breasts, his
engorged nipples, and the sensitivity all over his body kept them in bed
longer and longer each day. Sure, Frankie noticed that his male parts
were slower to respond and react, but that only made the two of them work
harder to satisfy each other.
As Frankie spent more time dressing up at home, Helen proposed that
Frankie take on more domestic chores. She told him that inside the house
he needed to be more of the wife. Frankie saw no problem with that as
long as the window shades were drawn while he wore a dress to vacuum,
dust, and do the laundry. Helen assured him that if someone had been able
to see inside, they would have just seen a woman in her party dress, high
heels, full makeup and jewelry flitting around with a dust mop or rag.
Dinner was kept warm in the oven each night when Helen came home because
the two lovers weren't able to keep their hands off of each other. Helen
schooled Frankie as he perfected his feminine side, greeting his wife
each day, looking more and more beautiful.
And when Frankie wasn't dressing up at home, he spent a lot of hours
talking with cross dressers, transvestites, and transsexuals, compiling
lots of notes for his book. It was becoming a real rush to go out during
the day wearing Victoria's Secret panties under his size six Calvin Klein
jeans, thigh highs stockings and low boots, a camisole, tight little
tees, and pretty sweaters. He'd apply daytime makeup and dangling
earrings, brushing out his curls, and prance down the street to catch a
cab to interview someone new for the book.
It was all very exhilarating way to live this life, hanging out with
other who could relate to his need to satisfy his cravings to be more
womanly. If anything, it made him work harder to be more feminine each
day that he wasn't teaching his classes.
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