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Wendy's Story by Sissy Wendy It all began so innocently - or so I kept telling myself. Now, looking back, I began to wonder!! Chapter One At the time, my wife - Linda - and I had been very happily married for 5 years. Linda is very beautiful - about 5' 8", natural blonde and blue- eyed, with a sexy and absolutely perferct body, the kind of body men drool over and women envy. Linda appears fairly conservative and professional in her daily life, although her manner of dress is sexy in a sort of way but not slutty. In fact, in public and, especially in the office, Linda appears a bit inhibited and more than a little ladylike. But, behind the doors of our bedroom, Linda is an absolute sexual tigress. At first, early in our marriage, I found this totally amazing; it was like being married to two women - the one in the office and a totally different one in the bedroom. This was doublely awsome in that Linda was a virgin when we got married - that a 26 year old, gorgeous woman could remain a virgin, in this day and age, always amazed me! And, her being a virgin, it never failed to asound me in that Linda was totally uninhibited when it came to sex. It seems that is nothing that Linda won't try and she is constantly searching for new and exciting way for us have sex. The Linda in our bedroom seems to be obsessed with sex - much to my delight! I never really understood what Linda saw in me but, when we first met, there was an instant attraction. Now, of course, the first time I ever saw Linda I was instantly attracted to her beauty. While I don't consider myself unattractive, I know that there many guys far better looking than I am and, in my opinion, more in Linda's league than I am. I am actually a bit shorter than Linda but that didn't seem to bother her. I am 5'6", fairly slim at 140 lbs and with an almost totally hairless body. And, to be honest, I have always been cursed with a slightly feminine appearance. But, for some reason, Linda was able to look past all of this - or maybe it was because I was a bit different from the guys that usually tried to hit on Linda - saw something she liked. Always considering myself out of Linda's league, I always treated her with respect and awe, and this could well have one of the things that helped in Linda's attraction toward me. Linda is not only a beautiful woman, but she is also increditablly intelligent - she graduated at the top of her class with an MBA from the Wharton School of Business - and a bit agressive (in fact, I came to know later, almost a bit dominate). I guess that she enjoyed the subtle sense of superiority that I obviously displayed and found it sexy. I first met Linda when I accepted a job at her father's manufacturing company. Linda had worked for her father during summers while in high school and college and, after graduating, she went to work for him full time. Linda absolutely loved working for her father - they were very close as Linda's mother had died when she was a teen and, since she was an only child, her father absolutely adored her - and she loved the company as much as her father did. I had just graduated from college when I came to work for the company as an Assistant Production Coordinator and, by this time, Linda had already worked herself up to Asst. VP of the Operations Dept. (did I mention that Linda was four years older than me?). That meant that she was one of my bosses so we saw each on an almost daily basis. Although, for the most part, she kept things on a professional level, there was some flirting and she let me know that she was interested in me. Eventually we began dating and she let me know, in a determined and, yet, not in a haughty way, that our professional relationship must remain on a business level in the office as she was, after all, my boss. I understood and agreed with this as it was the proper thing concerning our professional lives. I also knew that Linda's father was grooming her to eventually take over the company when he decided to retire. Although her father - Phil - was understandably a bit nervous about Linda's dating a subordinate, especially one in her own department and who reported, although indirectly, to her, he seemed to like me. After assuring Phil that, however our personal relationship turned out, our office relationship would remain as it should be, he gave us his blessing. Linda and I got married about a year later, bought a beautiful home is an exclusive neighborhood, and settled down to a very happy life. Both of us loved our job and worked very hard. Within that year, the VP of Operations decided it was time to retire and Linda (not surprisingly) was promoted to the position. I was promoted to the position of Linda's VP - her former position. This was not Linda's suggestion - she thought that this could present some problems - but Phil's! "I know how this will look," Phil told us. "But I watched you two and I have watched Wendell's work and manner. Forget about the relationship you two have, Wendell has done a great job and has become an asset to the company. And, he has maintained a professional attitude while in the office. In fact, even if two weren't seeing each other, I would have recommended Wendell for the job. But, of course, Linda, the ultimate decision is yours." Although Linda was still apprehensive, she agreed and, since then found that we could maintain our two relationships - personal and profession - totally separate. Unfortunately, after we had been married about 18 months, Phi suddenly died of a heart attack. Both Linda and I were devasted, I had grown to view Phil as a father-figure. Phil left his entire estate to Linda (no surprise here) which meant that Linda was now extremely wealthy. Additionally, Phil left the company and it's control - it was a privately held company - to Linda (again, no surprise) and, fearing that she might want to sell it, begged her to, not only keep the company, but to take over control and management as CEO. Of course, Linda would never consider selling the company and, even though she was now wealthy enough to not have to work, wanted to take over as CEO. Even though, when things finally settled down, I was promoted to Linda's former position of VP of Operations with a rather substantial income, Linda's salary - in addition to the wealth from the estate - far outstripped my own. Linda's salary alone could have supported our family in a lavish style. Although my male pride made me feel a bit guilty about this situation, Linda soon put me at ease by letting me know it didn't matter. In fact, I don't think it ever really occurred to Linda to think of herself as the primary breadwinner. So, our life continued and we were very happy. And, it seemed our happiness was complete when, a year later, our beautiful daughter - Susi - was born. _______________________________________________ As I said, Linda was totally uninhibited in our sex life and had lately gotten in "role play", even going so far as to buying various uniforms and costumes. Sometimes, I would come home (I usually worked longer hours than Linda) to be greeted at the door with Linda dressed extremely sexy as a nurse or maybe a french maid or. her favorite a female Marine (I guess this would be her favorite seeing as has, like I stated, an aggressive nature). We were snuggling on the couch and watching a little TV after having put Susi to bed and just talking about nonsensical things. "Do you like the role play games we play?" Linda suddenly asked. "Well, sure," I answered. "They are some of the most erotic things I have ever experienced." I went on, "Why?" Linda became a little hesitant but finally began, "Well, I was kind of surfing the net the last few days and happened to come across some things." This was not unusual for Linda - this is mainly where she got her various ideas. Linda was not the kind of person to discuss personal things with other people so she usually turned to the internet. "I really don't know how to say this," she stammered. "Well, just come right out with it," I told, although I was beginning to grow slightly uneasy. "Um, well, it's this way. You know how all of our role play is based on ME presented as something or someone else and, while I really love to please you with my 'roles', I just wish that sometimes you would give in to my fanasties." Growing even more uneasy, I answered her, "I would do anything for you, darling. You know how much I love you and want you to be happy." I was also becoming increasingly curious as I didn't think that there were any fanasties that Linda had told me about. "What do you have in mind?" I asked. "Well, while I was surfing a few days ago, I happened to come across some crossdressing sites." I was startled, this was not going to go where I was thinking it would was it? Linda could not possibly mean that, could she?? I guess she could tell from the look on my face what I was thinking. "Now, hold on and hear me out," she said "The men on these sites were all dressed as women and, frankly, some of them looked really beautiful." h my God, I thought, she is going there! "You want me to wear women's clothes??" I sputtered. "That's ridiculous. I am a man, I'm not going dress in women's clothes!!" At this outburst, I saw a little glint of anger in Linda's eyes but it quickly vanished. "Why not?" she pouted, "I mean, what's the big deal? They are only clothes, after all." "Yeah, but they are women's clothes!!" I answered. "I mean I am a man and men wear pants and shirts - not skirts and dresses!" Now Linda was a bit angry, "That is the problem with you men, but I always thought you were different and that is why I love you so much!" Now, I really didn't like wear this conservation was going. "Nobody thinks anything when they see a woman in pants or jeans or something." "Yeah," I stammered, "but men wearing dresses is so gay and I am definitely NOT gay!!" "Oh give me a break from all of male macho bullshit!" Linda said. I was shocked as Linda rarely used this type of language. "You men think that just because a man wears a dress that makes him gay??" she continued. "You don't think anything about a woman wearing pants. When you see a woman in jeans or a pantsuit, do you just automatically assume that she is a lesbian? Is this how you see me when I wear pants???" she demanded. "Well, of course not!" I stammered, starting feel like I was in a box. "You know better than that! It's just.......women's clothes??" "What is it going to hurt?'" she asked. "Besides, who is going to know besides me?" "W-w-well," I stammered, "I d-d-don't know." But, I could see that I was in jeoprody of losing this argument. And, not being able to think quickly under the circumstances, was finding myself coming up short in answers. Then Linda hit me with the ONE argument that she knew would most probably work - "Please. Just do it for me?" she purred. "It is my fanasty and would be soooooo erotic and sexy! Don't you love me enough to consider MY fanasties like I do yours?" There it was! Linda knew that I loved so much that I could refuse her nothing, and now she played on it! "Well, I-I-I d-d-don't k-k- know........I mean, a d-d-d-dress?? I mean, come on, Linda!" Linda was now stroking my cock under my robe and I could feel myself becoming aroused, "Please, Wendell, the thought of reaching under a man's skirt to feel his cock (again, shocked at her use of that word) is somehow soooooooooo erotic when I think about it!" she cooed. "I mean, my pussy is almost dripping just thinking about that!!" Now, I am totally taken aback and stunned because, as I said, Linda NEVER talked like this or used these kinds of words! But, suddenly, another thought jumped into my mind ----- maybe this meant more to her than I had imagined!! I was finding it extremely difficult to concentrate on this turn of events what with Linda fondling my cock and wshispering in my ear. "Wel-l-l," I sputtered, "h-h-ho-ho-how bad could it be?" After all, it is just this one time and no one else would know, I thought. "Ok," I told her, "if that is what you want, I guess I could give it a try." At that, Linda leaped up and started for the stairs to the bedroom. "Wait right here," she told me, "I'm going to lay out some things for you." And, with that, she started up the stairs. Now, I began to panic. What had I just agreed to? And, just what kind of a man did this make me - just some pussy-whipped little wimp that allows his wife to dominate him like this?? But, then, I thought -really what is the harm? I mean, if you really think about it, it really is harmless! What is it really going hurt if it really pleases Linda?? It doesn't say anything about me other than I love Linda so much, I would do just about anything to please - as, I might add, she pleases me!! This is only a little innocent role play between a man and his wife. Who is getting hurt here?? But, in the back of my mind, there was a nameless feeling of fear. Not something I could put my finger on, exactly, and not something that I could explain. I don't how long I had been sitting there when suddenly Linda was standing before me. "OK, I've laid everything out for you and I don't really think you will have any trouble. Now, you go upstairs and get dressed and I will pour us another glass of wine and wait for you to come down. I want to wait to see you fully dressed rather than watch as you put the clothes on. In other words, I want to see the full effect!" Linda smiled seductively. I turned and began to go up the steps and to the bedroom. I opened the door and was shocked by what I saw laying on the bed. There was one of Linda's skirts, a little black pleated thing that I remembered came about 4" above Linda's knee (this was NOT a skirt that she would ever wear in the office!), a filmy white blouse with lacy collar and sleeves and buttoned at the front. But, that was not what shocked me! There laying on the bed with the skirt and blouse was Linda's sexiest (at least on her!) and lacyiest pair of panties - red bikini, almost sheer, with ultra-feminine lace - along with a matching bra, garter, and sheer black stockings!! The skirt and blouse were one thing - but, did Linda really expect me to wear these?? I mean, I had accepted the skirt in an effort to please Linda and satisfy her fanasty, but panties?? And, bra and stockings?? This was going just a little too far!! I just stood there staring at the garments, shaking a little, not believing what I was being asked to do. I guess Linda guessed what was going through my mind when she didn't hear any movement coming from the bedroom, she called up to me, "Don't be silly, darling. I know what you are thinking, but you really should present the full package." Reluctantly, I moved to the bed and picked up the panties and looked at them for a moment - feeling the soft and silky fabric in my hand. "Well, what the hell," I said, "I might as well just get this over with!" and began sliding the panties up my fairly smooth legs and over my hips. I found I had to kind of fold my cock a little and get it and my balls positioned in the panties. Next came the garter, red and extremely lacy with four suspenders. I looked at the garter for a moment trying to figure out how it worked. I was amazed to find that it seemed fairly simply, so I wrapped it around my waist and hooked the clasp. Next came the stockings. I kind of rolled them up and slipped my toes into the remaining opening and began slowly pulling the stocking up my leg - I have to admit that the feel of the nylon against my felt sexy and I was alarmed by this thought. I found that, since Linda was taller than I am, I had to kind of roll the tops of the stocking a bit to make them fit right. I hooked the front garter with ease but found attaching the rear one a bit of a problem. I did not realize how hard it was to twist around and get that thing hooked! I finally managed to get the stocking attached and put on the second one. The bra. I picked it up and slid my arm through the loops only to find that I could not reach back to hook the clasps! i wiggled around trying find a position that would allow me to manage the task when I suddenly pictured Linda when she put on her bra - I remembered that she would start with it backward, clasps in the front, with the bra at about waist level. She would hook the bra up, twist it around to the proper position, then pull it up in place and put her arms through the loops. I tried this and had no trouble in getting the bra on. Now, I picked up the blouse and slipped my arms into the sleeves and began to button it up. I was alarmed to find that the smooth, silky feel of the blouse and seeing the blouse going over the bra I was wearing was getting me a bit aroused! I could feel my cock growing a little and was very uncomfortable with this feeling. I picked up the skirt and saw that it zipped up the back. I stepped into and slid it up legs - again, that faint feel of arousal - over my hips and positioned it at my waist, zipping it up with no problem. Since Linda was taller than me, the skirt came to about 2" above my knees. I looked down at my stockinged legs and feet coming out from the skirt. Even though I was repulsed by the thought, I still could not help admiring my legs. I was humiliated to realize that if I saw these legs on a woman, I would have allowed my eyes to follow her. Now, fully dressed, I sat down on the bed and looked at the shoes Linda had picked out. They were a pair of black pumps with probably 2" heels. I tried to put one on but found that my foot was just slightly too big for a fit. So, I stood up in my stockinged but otherwise bare feet. I can't explain it and did not want to feel it, but I suddenly felt pretty! "No, no!" I said to myself, but I could not stop the feeling! I now went to the full length mirror mounted on our closet door and looked that myself - not really wanted see what I looked like. I almost fainted when I gazed on the image looking back at me. I panicked at the seemingly feminine creature reflected in the mirror, humiliatingly admiring the body and sexy legs. I realized that, at least from the head down, I could possibly be taken for a woman and this thought scared me. I was also fearful and ashamed of the feelings of sexuality that I was experiencing and was ready to call this whole thing off! "I can't DO this!!" I thought and began to reach back for the zipper. But, then Linda jumped into my thoughts and I began to think about all the sexual gratification she had freely given to me, and how much I loved and wanted to please her and my stopped. Besides, I tried to convince myself, I am already dressed. The hardest part is over. So, after taking one last look and doing a little straightening here and there, I turned and started for the door. I was again ashamed at my feeling of admiration as I happened to catch a quick glimspe of the way my skirt flared out in a sort of sexy little way as I turned to walk to the door. I took a deep breath, opened the door, and began to descend the stairway to the den. Linda was sitting on the couch distractedly, and nervously it seemed, flipping through a magazine and did not immediately notice when I came in. She looked and a shocked look appeared on her face - eyes were wide as circles! "My GOD!!!" she exclaimed, "you almost look like a real woman!" Seeing the look on my face, she quickly added, "You look absolutely beautiful. And, increditibility sexy!" She allowed her gaze to slowly and lustfully drift down my body, pausing at the hem of my skirt, then proceeding to stockinged feet. Noticing that she seemed to staring at my shoeless feet, I told her, "The shoes are too small, I couldn't get them on." She smiled a little seductive smile and said, "That's OK. it's just that your feet are beautiful in those stockings." Linda then returned her gaze to my face, "I am so turned on right now! This is turning out to better than I ever fantasized!" Then a look of pure lust came into her beautiful deep blue eyes, "Come over here and sit down while I get you that glass of wine." I moved to the couch and sat down, not even realizing that I had sat in a most feminine way and had smooth my skirt down just as a woman would do. Linda got up and went to the stereo, put on soft music, dimmed the lights, and then picked up the glass of wine. Handing me the glass of wine and sitting back down on the couch beside me, she began talking in a soft, almost whispering, seductive voice. "I cannot believe how beautiful you are!" she purred. "You would make an absolutely gorgeous woman." Linda then sat her glass down, leaned over and very gently began to lightly kiss me on the lips. I lay back and let her kiss me, whispering steadily between kisses that I was beautiful and sexy and how much she wanted me. I found that I was becoming extremely aroused and could feel my cock growing in my panties. I began to relax a little, set my glass on the table beside the couch and sank back a little. Linda proceeded to lightly kiss my cheeks, my eyelids, back to my lips - not hard kisses, just passionate, gentle little lingering pecks. I suddenly found myself in the more feminine role as I lay back and allowed Linda to seduce me much as a man would seduce a woman - and, to my surprise, the feeling was all that bad or uncomfortable. Without thought, I brought my hands up to her in a very feminine manner - resting my hand daintily on her neck, running my hand through her hair, femininely carressing her cheek. Linda then began, while continuing to kiss me, to lightly rub and carress my stockinged thighs, slowly and lightly bringing her hands up my inner thigh and barely flicking my cock. By now, I am moaning, shivering, and beginning to wriggle around a tiny bit and my cock is becoming rock hard. Linda continues to carress my legs each time adding a little more pressure on my now bulging and engorged cock which has popped out of my panties. Linda looks down at the tent of my skirt and hungrily giggles. "Now is this any way for a lady to appear?" She then took my cock in her hands and purred, "We will just do something about this, won't we?" She leaned her head down and began to lick and kiss my engorged cock. I was going out of my mind, moaning and lightly pressing my cock too her face. She continued to kiss and lick, then took me in her mouth and slowly, gently, tantalizingly began bobbing her mouth on my cock. Now, I was going crazy - moaning, groaning, wiggling around on the couch. I don't know how much more I could take!! Linda felt my ecstasy and began to suck my cock vigiously now, taking me deepeer and deeper into her mouth and throat. I was thrusting my hips and groaning. I looked down and saw Linda's head bobbing under my skirt and that sight causes me to explode - it seemed as if I would never stop coming! Linda still held me in her mouth trying to take every drop, but it was too much for her. Her head came out from under my skirt and she looked up at me, the cum oozing out ot the corners of her mouth and running down her chin - I very nearly came all over!! Linda put her hand to her face, got up and started to kitchen to get a towel to wipe the cum off her face. Totally drained, I lay back on the couch and tried to gather myself. Linda returned to the den, "God! You have never came that hard or much before!" Then she giggled a little, "You must be enjoying this!" I had to admit that, so far, this has been the most incredible night of sex I have ever had. But, to actually say I enjoyed being dressed as a woman was far from true! I didn't tell Linda but I didn't like being dressed this way and I surely hated the feminine feelings I was experiencing! But, to please her, I remained quiet and pretended to enjoy the situation more than I really did!! "You know, it's weird, but I sorta felt like I was going down on another woman," Linda said. "Well," she giggled , almost like another woman!" I was put off by this statement but stayed quiet. "Now it's my turn," she told me with a meschivious smile on her face. I knew what she wanted me do and I was eager. I loved to eat Linda's pussy - her pussy was the sweetest I had ever tasted and she kept it shaved with the exception of a little 'mustache' - and could eat her for hours! I started to lean toward her but she stopped me. "Stand up," she told me. I stood and Linda began removing my blouse and skirt. She then giggled again, reached down, and tucked my now somewhat limp cock back into my panties. "I want to fantasize that a woman is eating my pussy! she told me. Now, using that word, I realized just how turned on Linda really was - but, I was also apprehensive as to the meaning behind it. Does she secretly wish I really was a woman! Could it be that has lesbian tendencies?? I guess my face betrayed what was going thru my mind because Linda laughed a husky throaty laugh. "Don't worry," she said "this is, after all, just a fantasy." Although standing there in a bra, panties, and stockings, I did begin to relax a little. Linda had lain back on the couch and looking at me. "Now, get over here" she said, almost as an order. I moved over, put my head down between her legs and began licking and slurpping that sweet pussy - not at all surprised to find that Linda was already dripping wet. After a few minutes, Linda was moaning and squirming. She then had me turn around in the 69 position. While I was liking and slurpping happily, Linda was kissing and rubbing my stockinged legs, her hands carressing my ass and rubbing my asshole. I was becoming aroused again but didn't stop my slurpping. As she became more and more aroused, she began moving more violently and groaning louder. She moved my panties aside and began rimming me and carressing my ass while I was eating for all I was worth. "OOOOOOhhh God, bitch, don't stop. Uuuuuuuummmmm. God, Oh yes, yes, OHHHHHHH Goddddddddd!!!" she moaned and shouted. She suddenly thrust hips up almost suffocating me with her pussy, her tongue deep in my asshole. "Aaaaaaaggggghhhhhhhhh" she screamed as she orgasmed - causing me to explode in my panties!! She then fell limp with a contented sigh. I laid there for a few seconds, too drained after the two massive explosions I had experienced that night, then began to try to get up. "Noooo" Linda sighed, "stay just like this, it feels sooo good to feel your cum soaked panties on my face." I was once more alarmed by this type of remark - unsettling thoughts going through my mind - but was too drained to really worry, so I continued to lay. Both of us, completely satiated and exhausted by our night's escapade, drifted off sleep. _____________________________________________ Slowly and lazily I opened my eyes. The sun was shining brightly through the kitchen window and patio door. I felt Linda's smooth legs against my cheek. I stirred slightly and Linda mumbles and sighed. I felt my legs itching and reach down to scratch them, suddenly feeling the nylons. I come fully awake with a start - I was still wearing the nylons, bra, garter and panties! I jerked as the toughts and image of last flood into my mind. Had I really done all of that?? Had I, in my love and lust, allowed my wife to so dominate and humilate me?? Evidentilally, based on the lingerie I was wearing, that is exactly what happened!! I looked on the floor and saw the skirt and blouse. Had we been drunk? I tried to deceive myself into thinking that that was the case. Yeah, Linda and I had gotten drunk! I began to try to ease myself up not wanting wake Linda so that I could out of this outfit before she woke up and saw. Feeling the movement, Linda stirred. Without opening her eyes, she half-yawn, sighed and began lazily stroking my stockinged leg. Oh my God!, I thought. Now what am I going to do?? To my surprise, Linda grinned a sleepily contented little grin and continued with her stroking. "Ummmmmmmmm," she murmured, "this feels sooo nice." I began to feel the panic --- she hasn't fully woken and doesn't realize what the situation is. Again, I try to get up and again Linda holds on to my leg and restrains me. I look down at her face and realize that she is now fully awake and aware of how I am dressed. My panic deepens - What is she going say with husband lying here dressed in his wife's lingerie?? To my surprise, Linda again begins strroking my leg and plants a couple of light kisses on my pantied ass. She almost whispers, between kisses, "Last night was the greatest sex we have ever had." So, it wasn't a dream or drunkedness! Oh my GOD! Then Linda looked at me. "Thank you darling for fufilling my fantasy!" I sat up, turned to face her - feeling totally stupid and humiliated sitting there in the lingerie - lightly kissed her and told her it was the best for me too! Very bad choice of words!!!! " I just knew you would like it!" she grinned. "And, to be honest, I have never known you to so gentle and soft." Soft?? "You have never satisfied me like you did last night. I can almost cum just thinking about it!" Blushing, I didn't know what to say. Here I am, a man sitting here in sexy and lacy lingerie hearing my wife describe me and our sex romp in feminine terms. This was not going well at all!! I again attempt to get up and get this awful outfit off but, Linda tried to restrain me, "Just a few more minutes, darling." Furiously thinking of how to get out of this mess without letting Linda know that, for me, last nite was play acting, I suddenly realized, "Hate to have to get up, babe, but I have that golf date with Don and Jerry - remember? I just have time to catch a shower and get to the club." "Oh, yes," she teasingly pouted, "I had forgotten about that. Oh well, I will give Susi her breakfast and then go shopping." Linda smiled at me, "Rosilee can give Susi her bath." Rosilee!! Oh God, I had forgotten all about Rosilee!! Rosilee was our maid and nanny to Susi and she would be here at any minute - she had her own key and never knocked, just came right in the house! My GOD, what if she saw me dressed like this?? I jumped up and darted off for the bedroom. Evidently Linda had had the same thoughts as I heard her giggling. My golf game sucked that day as I could not the images of my humiliation and indignities of last nite out of my mind. "What's the matter with you today?" Don asked. "This is worst I have ever seen you play. Everything OK?" Thinking quickly I replied, "Yeah, I just didn't sleep very well last night. Susi didn't feel good and kept us up all night." "Yeah, babies are like that," Don laughed. Not only was my game affected by my memories of last night, I was fearful of facing Linda again - afraid that she would laugh at me or tease me. Opening the door, I saw Rosilee gathering her things to leave. She looked up and grinned at me. Did she know? Had Linda said something? Did it show somehow?? "Did you enjoy your game, Mr. Wendell?" Rosilee grinned. "Mrs Linda gave me the rest of the day off so I am going to spend the rest of the day with my grandson," she told me happily. "Why that's very nice, Rosilee. I hope you enjoy your day," I replied as Rosilee left the house. Now, I became very apprehensive and paranoid. Was there some other motive behind Linda's actions? Reluctantly, I went to Susi's room and stood for a moment watching Linda play with Susi. My heart was about to burst watching the two most beautiful creatures in the world as they played. Then, a thought hit me - -- how is Linda going to react?? Linda looked up and saw me standing there. Her face brightened and she smiled at me. "Look, there's Daddy" she told Susi. "Daddy's home!" Susi turned her little angelic face toward me and her face lit up. Linda acted as nothing extraordinary had happened and went about playing with Susi. For the next week, nothing was said of our night's escapade and I slowly began to calm down. It was as if it had never happened except every once in a while I would catch Linda looking at me with an impish little grin. _______________________________________________ Friday afternoon and both Linda and I had put in a long week - lots of hours and hard work. The company had picked up a new account and we had worked late into the night all week insuring that the first orders went out on time. The phone rang and it was Linda. "Wendell, honey, can you drop by office for a sec?" "Sure, babe, be right there. Is anything wrong with the new Cartwright account?" I asked. "No, no, nothing like that, everything's fine with that," she answered. "I just want to see my husband for a minute!" As I entered Linda's office and closed the door, I realized that Linda and I had not made love for two weeks - an impossibly long time for us - and I felt an instant arousal at seeing my beautifully ravishing wife. Evidently, she was thinking the same thing and, looking at my slightly bulging crocth, grinned and said, "Yeah, me too!" Then she giggled, "But, of course, here is not exactly appropiate!!" Then she laughed a little laugh, "In fact, that is what I wanted to see you about. I am going to leave a little early (very unusual for Linda). I need to give Rosilee some time off - after all, it has been a long haul for her too. Besides, I have a little surprise waiting for you when you get home so don't be late!" I saw the gleam in Linda's eye and began to anticipate whatever she had in store for the evening - evidently she had come up with something new and exiciting. After spending some time with Susi and having dinner, we put Susi to bed. Leaving the Susi's bedroom, Linda asked me to go down and open a bottle of wine and bring it and some glasses to the bedroom while she drew a bath. Hmmmmmmmmm, I thought, that will be nice - a nice glass of wine, a leisurely soak with Linda in the tub. This was sounding better by the minute. Entering the bedroom, I nearly dropped the wine and the glasses I was holding. There was Linda in a black, sheer (not quite see-through), flowing night gown! God, she was so beautiful. The nightgown was patterned so that there was just the barest glimpse of her nipples and pussy. Linda glided up to me and gave me a deep passionate kiss. She then took the bottle of wine and the glasses and set them on the nite table, took my hand and led me to the bathroom. The tub was drawn with a luxuriant bubble-bath. "You take a bath while I get everything ready," Linda said with a wink and a light kiss. "A bubble-bath?? But, that is for women!" I replied. "Aren't you going to get in with me?" "Don't be silly" she giggled. "A bubble-bath is very soothing and relaxing and you have had a hard week. I have already had my bath and I want to get some things ready while you bathe!" She gave me a sexy little wink and left, closing the door behind me. The bath lotion was Linda's, of course, and it had a very feminine smell but, like Linda said, it was extemely relaxing. I could feel the tiredness and tensions of the previous two weeks slowly slipping from my body. I relaxed and soaked for a bit then finished up - growing steadily excited at the prospects that lay ahead. As I was towelling off, I could not help the erection that was growing - but, that was all right. I loosely held the towel around my waist and made for the door. I stood there dumb-founded! There on the bed was another complete female wardrobe!! But, this one was even sexier than the last one - the underwear was pink and extremely lacy and provocative! "What the hell is this??" I sputtered. Linda looked crestfallen! "Why I thought you enjoyed the other night!!" she exclaimed, "I know I certainly did!!" At this, Linda sat on the bed and began to cry. My heart began to break "What is the matter, baby?" I asked, though secretly (and fearfully) I already knew. Between sobs, "I thought that, since we both enjoyed the other night and the sex was sooooo incredible, that you would want to repeat it!" Now the crying began more pronounced, "I'm sorry! How could I be so stupid?? Why didn't I see that it was not what you wanted??" I simply can not stand to see Linda crying or hurt, it just tears my heart apart. I took Linda in my arms tenderly, "I'm sorry, darling, I didn't mean to hurt you. You just took me by surprise, that's all!" "Well, you don't want to do this do you? How could I be so dumb and selfish??" she sobbed. This tore me apart, "No, no, that's not it," I lied, "It's just that I wasn't expecting this! Is this what you want??" "Well, to be honest, yes," she whimpered, "You were soooo sexy and so gentle the other night. I thought you enjoyed it as much as I did and, I just thought we could both................." I held her a little closer, kissed her gently. "It's OK, baby. I love you. I will put the clothes on," I told her gently although I was humiliated at the thought of having to again don female attire. "Oh, sweetheart, I love you sooooo much," she cooed. "If you are really sure, you get dressed and come downstairs." "OK," I assurred her. "Give me a few minutes and I will be down." I kissed her lightly and she rose to go downstair, taking the bottle of wine and the glasses with her! After dressing, I saw the shoes! I can't wear these, they are too small. Linda already knew this, yet she put them out for me. What was going on here?? I picked one up and examined it. It was a high-heeled pump with about 3" heels. Well, I will at least give it one more try, I thought, not expecting to be able to put it on. To my suprise, it fit almost perfectly! I tried the other, with the same outcome. Amazing!! I guess she found a pair that was slightly larger. I was a little wobbly but nothing I couldn't handle as the heels were not "spike" but, rather, had a bit of a larger, flat heel. I gazed at the mirror, checked to see that everything was proper, and proceeded to the den. "How do you like my surprise?" Linda beamed. "What?" I asked. "What surprise?" "Why the shoes, silly," she giggled. "I bought them for you!" And, the night began!! ____________________________________________________ Three months have passed since I first donned a dress and now Linda has me dress three to four times a week and she has me wearing nightgowns to bed every night! Many times we don't do it for sex, either - it seems that Linda simply enjoys seeing me dressed as a woman. Not does she seem to enljoy seeing me this way - and I now have several of my own outfits - she seems to be becoming more aggressive in her manner toward me! This has led to a rather startling situation - I find I have become more comfortable with my attire! Although I still hate having put on skirts, dresses, and feminine undergarments - I realize it does not bother me as much as it once did. In fact, I actually sometimes forget that I am dressed as a female. I realize that, at odd moments, when I happen to glance at myself in the mirror, I am admiring myself!! Tonight, we are sitting in the den watching TV. I am sitting primly on the couch wearing a cute little sun-dress, Linda is relaxing in the easy chair. I happend to look over at Linda and noticed that she is sitting there staring at me intently. "What's up, babe?" I ask her. "Something on your mind?" Linda continued to gaze at me - in reality, it seemed she was inspecting me. "I couldn't help but notice and have been thinking," she responded. "With a wig and a little make-up, I bet you could actually pass for a woman!" A sudden nameless fear began to gnaw at my stomach. "What do mean?" Although I really didn't want to discuss what I was afraid was going to be the result of this talk. "Well, I just looking at your features - you have beautiful, delicate, and smooth skin - and, with the proper preprations, I bet no one would take you for male!" I was growing more apprehensive! "Y-y-you are not really suggesting that I go out in public dressed like this are you??" I stammered. "Well, you can just forget about that!! Playing little games here at home is one thing, but this is where I draw the line!! I am NOT going out in public wearing a dress!!!!" "Oh get off your high horse and settle down!" Linda snapped - her eyes showing a brief flash of anger. Then her face softened and she said, "It was just a thought." At this she returned her attention to the magazine she was flipping through, "Just forget about it." But, I couldn't help but notice a subtle, sly little grin on her face. Two weeks later - it's a Thursday evening and, as usual, I am wearing a cute little 'babydoll' nightie with matching panties. Linda and I sittilng in the den watching TV. "I have a surprise for you," she announced. Somewhat apprehensive (I was coming to have a sense of nervousness over Linda's sudden "surprises") I tensed and waited. "I think we need a few days away," she told me. "We have both been working hard and I think a few days vacation, just the two of might be just the ticket." The nervousnes I was beginning to feel evaporated immediately. "That might be not such a bad idea," I replied. "Maybe next weekend we can get away or take the boat out or something." Linda gave me a coy little look. "Actually, I thinking about this weekend. We can drive over to Vegas and take in a couple of shows, maybe go to a couple of clubs," she said. "I think it would do us good to relax a little and let ourselves have some fun." "THIS weekend??" I said, "That is kinda late notice, isn't it?" I don't know if we can clear our schedules that quick." Linda smiled and giggled, "That's part of my surprise. I've already cleared my schedule and I talked to Doug (my assistant). He can handle your office for a couple days." This seemed like a great idea to me, but I was still concerned about leaving the office on such short notice. "Well, I guess I could take a couple of days." "To be honest," she told me, "I have been working on the arrangements for the past few days! Since I wanted it to be a surprise, I had Doug secretly begin making the necessary office arrangement to take over for you and I swore him to silence. I think he has everything in place, but he may need some last minute advice or instructions from you." "My, you have been busy, haven't you?" I joked. Acutally, I was beginning to get a bit excited at the thought of a easy, relaxing weekend alone. It suddenly occurred to me that Linda and I had not had sex for a couple of months now - this was highly unusual for us. Granted, we had been working really hard and our schedules had been extremely hectic, but something in the back of my mind told me that this was the real reason behind our diminished sex life - I guess I didn't want to admit that something seemed to changing in Linda's role in our relationship and, I am not even sure that she is aware of the subtle changes. Yes, this might be just the thing to get us back on track and I, as I put those thoughts away, began looking forward to a little romantic weekend getaway. "Yes," I said, "that's a great idea. I think it will do us a lot of good." "I thought you would agree," she replied. "I've already made arrangements with Lisa (her assistant) and my staff, Rosilee has agreed to stay at the house and watch after Susi. I've made reservations at the Four Seasons and have tickets set up for a couple of the shows." "My you have been busy, haven't you?" Linda gave me that coy, seductive little smile. "Yes, but I think it will be worth it! Tell you what, you go to the office in the morning and take of whatever last minute details with Doug. Lisa already knows that I am not coming in tomorrow so I will pack and get everything ready, then we will leave as soon as you get home. Say around 10?" Getting further excited (and aroused), I agreed, "Yeah, that will work." Pleased with herself Linda rose and came over to the couch, kissed me lightly and lightly ran her hand over my growing cock under my panties, "Let's turn in. We both have a lot to do and we need to get up early in the morning." She turned and started up the stairs and to the bedroom. More than a little disappointed at this turn of events, I rose and followed. Again, I felt a twinge of apprehension. "It's getting late and we are both tired," I tried to convince myself, "besides, we will have all weekend." But, I still could not shake the feeling that something was not quite right and that Linda had more up her sleeve than she was telling me!! ________________________________________________________ We arrived at the Four Seasons, Las Vegas and approached the registration desk. "You have a registration for Albrittion?" Linda asked. Albritton??? That was Linda's maiden name!! Why would she make the reservation under her maiden name? She looked at me and said, "I told you it was a surprise." I stayed quiet. We finished registering and went to our suite. After entering the suite and dismissing the baggage handler, Linda turned to me and began explain what this "surprise" weekend really is. "There is another reason why I registered under my maiden name," she told me. "I could not help but notice that you seem to enjoy being a female as much as I enjoy seeing you that way. So, I thought, this weekend we will go all out - this is going to be a 'girls' weekend!" I was stunned!! "W-w-w-what?? What are y-y-y-ou talking about?? I could barely choke out. "You expect me to go out in public dressed as a woman??" "Calm down, now - just calm down and listen to me!" Linda demanded. "I have already told you how amazingly feminine you look and no one will be able to tell." "B-b-b-ut," I argued, "I am a man!! I am not going to be able to fool anyone!" "Listen to me," she said, "I found this place that does male-to-female transformations - it's called the Glamour Boutique - and, from the pictures I saw, you will not believe what they do! They are simply amazing!! When they get finished, I swear you cannot tell that these are men." Linda continued, "Besides, the girls look absolutely beautiful and seem very content." I as really getting scared now, "But, I don't want to be seen as a woman, to go out in public wearing a dress. What if someone sees me??" "Oh stop with these games, Wendy!" Linda demanded. Wendy?? Did Linda just call me Wendy? "I have watched you and you do like to be a pretty woman! You constantly look at yourself in the mirror admiring what you see. Why, you have even begun to act like a woman. So don't try to tell me!!" Now, I really getting scared and I saw the anger in Linda's eyes. She continued, although her voice had seemed to relax and calm down, "Besides, no one is going to find out - why do you think I registered under my maiden name and used my maiden name to reserve the show tickets, dinner reservations, and club reservations??" I am now really beginning to get frightened, Linda had put a lot of thought and effort into this! "You called me Wendy a minute ago, what did you mean by that?" I asked. "Well, that is how I have come to think of you when you are in your female mode," she replied. "Besides, I don't really think you can pull off the woman thing if you keep being referred to as 'Wendell' now would you??" she giggled. "N-n-n-n-no, I guess not, that........" I began. Wait!! What the hell is this?? I'm going to put a stop to this RIGHT NOW!! "Dammit!!" I blustered, "I am not doing this!! I have had enough of this nonsense! I refuse to be dressed as a woman in public and that is the END of that story!!!" Linda suddenly burst into tears. "I only wanted to make you happy!!" she sobbed. "I go to all this work to get you a 'surprise' just to please you and this is the thanks I get?" My heart was breaking - as I said, I never could stand to see Linda cry - and I could feel my resistance melting. There was really no need to be so harsh, I thought, she was mixed up and was only trying to do what she thought would make you happy. "Baby," I said, gently, "I'm sorry for my outburst - I didn't mean to hurt you. You know I love you!" "I guess so," she cried. "I just thought that we could have a fun weekend for ourselves in a place where no one would know us!" I continued to hold her, "We can still have a fun weekend." "No," she sniffled, "now I have ruined everything!" She continued to bury her head in my chest - I could feel my resistance continue to slip. "How could I have been soooo wrong?" She continued to sniffle. "We might just as well go back home, since I have messed everything up so bad!!" Not knowing where it came from, I blurted, "No, baby, it's OK!" What the hell was saying?? "It's OK," I continued, "you haven't ruined anything." I couldn't believe what I was saying even as I was saying it! "Maybe it won't be so bad. And, after all, as you said, no one knows us." Her sobs began to decrease. "Are you sure? You are not just saying that??" Oh well, I thought, you have gone this far. "No, it's OK. In fact, it just might be fun, at that!" Linda began kissing me furiously and I had an instant erection, which Linda obviously felt. She put her hand gently and seductiively on my cheek and giggled. "If you are really serious," she purred, "we really don't have time for that right now. You have an appointment at 7!" She turned and started for the bathroom. "I'll get your bath started for you while you get undressed." I sat down on the bed, thinking, What have I gotten myself into?? Can I really be doing this??? I don't know how long I had been sitting there but I suddenly heard Linda's voice, "Come on, darling, we really don't have much time" ______________________________________________________ "Come in," the cheery young woman greeted us, "you must be Mrs. Albrittion?" "Yes, but call me Linda." The young woman looked at me - was that teasing in her eyes - and I felt like melting into the floor with humilation! "And, this must be Wendy! Welcome, I'm Amy," she told me. I could feel myself blushing furiously and almost ran out of the room. Amy must of seen the look on my face and knew of my nervousness. "It's OK, Wendy" she reassurred me, "when we get finished, I think you are going to be amazed at the results." Amy now turned to Linda, "You're right, she will be a beautiful lady! With her features, once we are finished, I don't anyone will have the slightest hint. Come now, Wendy, let's get started!" Amy took my hand and gently led me to one of the rooms in the back, telling Linda, "We want to work with our ladies in private and we prefer that you not see her till we get finished. You are free to look around the shop or go out shopping if you want." "That would nice," Linda answered. "I would really prefer to see Wendy after, anyway. I 'll just get lunch and maybe do a little shopping. Wendy needs some outfits anyway." With that Linda left the boutique while Amy led to the back of the shop. Amy opened a door and led me in. There was a chair facing a table. "Go in there," she pointed to door leading to a dressing room, "take off your clothes and put on just the underwwear. We don't want to get make-up on this beautiful dress. Then come back out here and we will get started." Amy then handed me the small suit case that she had taken from Linda and I entered the dressing room. After removing my pants, shirt, and underwear, I put on the ultra-feminine and sexy underwear. Then it dawned on me, I am expected to parade myself in front of Amy dressed like this?? I stopped, scared to death and totally humiliated at this thought! Evidently, Amy had been through this before and she understood and anticipated my delimma for I heard her tell me, gently, through the door, "It's OK, don't worry. I understand what you are going through, but it will be alright. Just come out when you are ready." To my horror I saw my panties bulging - I had an erection!! Totally shamed and humiliated at this turn of events, and blushing furiously, I finally screwed up the courage to open the door with one hand, while my other hand tried to cover the bulge. I couldn't believe I was actually doing this - parading around a shop in women's underwear in front of total strangers. In my shame, I had failed to notice that, with one hand continuing to cover my bulging panties, I had femininely attempted to use my hand in an attempt to cover by breast - much like a woman would do when suddenly confronted naked! Amy simply smiled in an understanding and gentle way, took my hand that was covering my breast, and led me to the chair. There she produced a set of breast forms and instructed me as how to put them in my bra. That completed, she now began to apply my make-up. _________________________________________________________ About three hours later, I am sitting on a couch - I am wearing a black evening dress with black 4" heels. Linda had brought the dress and shoes with us, along with the undergarments - a frilly, black lace bra with matching thong panties, lacy black garter belt with sheer black stockings. I was idlly flipping through a magazine When Linda enters the boutique. "Good evening," Linda says in passing as she is walking to the back of the shop. She suddenly does a double-take, stops and turns around. "Wendell???" she asked, a confused and startled look on her fac, "is that you??" At a glance, Linda had thought that I was just another woman sitting there!! "My god," Linda went on, "this is absolutely incredibile!! Stand up and let me get a good look at you." I rose slowly, stood for a second, then spun around allowing my dress to flare out slightly. "I barely recognized you. Wendy!!" Linda exclaimed, "you look gorgeous!" She went on, "That jewelry matches your outfit perfectly and looks so good on you. I knew it would!" I was wearing a simple faux-pearl necklace and earrings with faux-pearls. Having heard Linda, Amy came to the lobby, "Isn't she great? I honestly don't think anyone is going to realize," she told Linda. I gather up the additional purchases - a makeup kit, an instructional CD, additional earrings and necklaces, etc. - while Linda pays the bill. She is talking to Amy while paying and I notice that Amy gives Linda what appears to be another CD which Linda slips into her purse. "Get your purse, Wendy, and let's go. We're going to be late for the show. We have tickets to the Celene Dion show at Caesars. We will have dinner after the show." Leaving the boutique, I was surprised to see a limo waiting, the driver standing by the open door. I look at Linda in confusion. "I thought the limo would be fun," she answered my unasked question, "besides, how would it look if we returned to the hotel in our car with you dressed as you are?" "Good evening Ms Albritton," the driver said. He looked at me and suddenly I knew the he knows that I am a man!! Linda see the look of horror on my face and says quickly, "It's OK, Wendy, the boutique recommended Karl. He is aware of the special services of the boutique." I now noticed that Karl is actually checking me out much as he would if I were really a woman. "You are gorgeous, Wendy," he told me, "you are going to have to fight the guys off!!" We arrived at Caesars Palace. As we exited the limo, I was extremely nervous at the thought of having to walk across the lot and thru the casino to the theater. But, I began to settle down as I saw no one looking at me in a funny way. In fact, I noticed a couple of guys checking out both me and Linda as we walked through the crowd and into the theater. As we were leaving the theater, I thought about having dinner - I knew that Linda would pick a very upscale place - and the thought sent me into a tailspin. I could not handle a restaraunt where everyone would have a chance to closely examine me. "You know, I am not really hungry," I told Linda, thinking we could just return to the hotel. I learned that I had just made a huge mistake!! "Neither am I," Linda replied, "let's just skip dinner and go to a club." Now I was in a state of panic, I would have to go to a club dressed like this. Karl suggests a place called Krave, so we get in the limo and go there. _______________________________________ We were sitting at a table enjoying a drink, the music was playing, people were talking and dancing. Linda seemed to be having a great time. Suddenly, two guys - probably early thirties, good-looking - were standing at our table. "Would you ladies care to dance?" Before I have a chance to refuse (dance with another man??), Linda jumped up and took the guy's hand. "We would love to!" As Linda and her partner moved to the dance floor she turned to me. "Oh go on, Wendy, dance with the man!" she told me. She then giggled, "Wendy is a bit shy!" I rose, took the offered hand, and allowed the guy to lead me to the dance floor. "My name is Mark," he told me, "and you and your girlfriend are the most beautiful women in this place." While we were dancing, Mark slides his hand down and begins to carress my ass - I am so shocked that I, not knowing what to do, allowed this to go on for a few seconds. I looked over and see Linda had seen this and had a funny look of amusement on her face. We returned to the table and the Mark and his friend Rod joined us. As the night wore on, Mark and Rod's talk turned more and more sexual. I was growing increasingly panicked but Linda was having a time of her life and flirting outreageously! It was now going on 3am and Linda told the guys that, since we had driven in just today and were really tired, that we were going to go. I breathed a sigh of relief to be getting out of this situation when suddenly I heard Linda accept an invitation from Mark and Rod for lunch the next day! ___________________________________________ Linda woke me at about 10am. "Come on Wendy, we have to get dressed." She giggled, "We have a lunch date, remember?" Suddenly, last night came flooding back into my mind. I simply couldn't believe that Linda was going to go through with this - a "date"?? She really expected me to go on a "date" with a man?? And, why did she accept these dates in the first place - she was my wife!! Linda saw the look on my face and she said, "Oh calm down, Wendy. We are just going to have a litte fun - it doesn't mean anything." She turned for the dressing room, "Now go take your shower and let's start getting dressed." I stepped from the shower, toweled off, and headed for the closet. Opening the closet, I noticed that are absolutely no male attire! Not even the male clothes I wore on the trip down!! It dawned on me that Linda had only packed female attire for me. But, the clothes I had down, where were they? I dimissed this thinking Linda had probably sent them out to be cleaned. I reached for a pair of panties and began to dress. While dressing and putting on my makeup, with help from Linda, I noticed that Linda seemed to be taking extra care in her makeup and dressing. She seemed to spend an extraordinary amount of time picking out the perfect outfit - a really short, pleated skirt and a rather revealing halter top. Linda faced me - she was absolutely mouth-watering - gave a little twirl that allowed the skirt to almost reveal her ass. "What do you think??" What did I think?? She was gorgeous and looked five years younger! "Oh my," Linda giggled, "I can see what you think!!" I was still standing there in just my bra and panties and my panties were bulging obscenely!! I covered my bulge with my hand - which produced another giggle from Linda - and quickly picked up the skirt Linda had laid out for me. The skirt a yellow straight skirt and she had picked out a filmy white blouse to go with it. I slipped into the skirt and blouse and put on a pair of sandals. We then proceeded to the lobby to meet the guys! I had not yet realized that my life as Wendell was over! _____________________________________________ Linda and I were sitting at the table when Mark and Rod arrived. Rod sat down beside Linda and Mark beside me and we began chatting. As lunch progresses, I saw Linda flirting rather more than I was comfortable with. What is going on with her?? I thought. Suddenly, I felt Mark's hand on my leg - just lightly caressing the knee up to mid-thigh! I had not bargined for this and I pushed his hand away!! Linda must have guessed from the look on my face what Mark had done and she grinned at me. I silently pleaded with Linda to put an end to this, trying to let her know just how humiliated and miserable I was. Besides, what would happen if Mark was successful in reaching my crotch?? I began trembling at the thought of his discovering that I was really a male and I was terrified at what would be his reaction. I looked over at Linda again and was horrified to see, from the look she returned, that she had totally misread me - she thought I was enjoying this!! Now, I noticed that Linda seemed over excited and her face was flushed! What is going on here? I thought. Then it hit me - Rod is playing with Linda's pussy under the table!! And, she is permitting it! Linda, it seems, finally began to understand the implications of Mark's actions. "Wendy has just gone thru a messy divorce," she lied, "and she is not really up for anything." I looked at Linda with pure gratitude. With that, Mark removed his hand. Linda turned down Mark and Rod's invitation for dates later that evening telling them that we must return to San Diego in the morning. I sagged with relief at this news - I thought that finally I could get out of these ridiculous clothes and get back to my regular life! If only I had known!!!!! Next morning I arose - excited at the thought of again wearing my male attire. Linda was already up and getting dressed. "Hurry up and take your shower and get your self ready!" she told (ordered??) me. After a shower and towelling off, I emerged from the bathroom and began looking in the closet for my clothes. "Your clothes are on the bed", Linda informs me. I look over and there I saw a skirt, blouse, pink panties and matching bra. Stunned, I simply stand there staring at the hated apparel. "What is the problem, Wendy?" Linda demanded. "Get dressed. We need to get going!" "B-b-b-but I can't wear these! Where are my regular clothes??" I asked. Linda is now angry and seemingly impatient, "Those are your clothes!! Now, quit griping and get dressed!!" I had had enough of this!! "NO!!", I t?ld her, "I've put up with enough out of you! I am NOT traveling in these! Now, where are my pants and shirt??" Linda looked at me with pure anger (almost bordering on hate) and told me, "I threw all of those out. I thought you might be difficult about this!!" I was stunned and becoming fearful of what was going on. This was not like Linda and I was confused! Linda then confronted me, "Of course, if you don't want to wear the outfit I have laid out for you, that is your choice! But, you should know that I have thrown your male attire in the garbage. And, all your credit cards have been cancelled and I have taken all the cash from your wallet! You have no moey!!" She continued to look at me and I saw a look of pure contempt on her face. "So, I would strongly suggest," she hissed, "that you stop all this whining and get dressed. Otherwise, you are welcome to stay in Vegas as you are!" I was terrified, not only at this new face of Linda that I am seeing, but also in coming to the realization that I have no choice! "Well, what is it going to be?" Linda demanded. Meekly, I submited to my fate and began dressing! ____________________________________________________ We were in the car, Linda driving, heading back home. My mind is in a turmoil. I am very uncomfortable riding in the convertable - with the top down - dressed as I am. Further, I was beginning to realize that I would be dressed this way when we arrive home and Rosilee will see me! "I guess I really do owe you an explanation," Linda began telling me. "I have noticed, over the past months, that you seem to be enjoying wearing women's clothing." I began to protest. "Shut up and listen to me!" she demanded. "I can see the change in you, you really do enjoy we