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THE SEED DOESN'T FALL FAR... By Bea After Mom died I got out of the village as quickly as I could. Various interests had to be taken care of and practicality demanded that I had to attend various business activities on short notice, but I just felt that I had to get away. Couldn't move as far away as I wanted, but forty miles wasn't too bad. It was wonderful! It was if I'd broken all ties to my previous life and started coming out of my shell. Gained confidence hand over fist. To my own surprise, I even found myself with a girl friend - Eunice. She was so quiet and shy! Worked in the local library and seemed truthfully awed by my self confidence - and wealth. Okay I wasn't that wealthy - but wealthy enough that I didn't have to work. (I knew I had to do something - but it was so wonderful; being free and my own master that I was taking my time). Got my hair cut and experimented with a new wardrobe. I even tried growing a mustache - but it was laughable. I mean, I've got lots of hair but other than the top of my head I'm extremely smooth. Gave that up as a lost cause. Eunice was soft and lovely. As tall as me and much to her sorrow probably outweighed me - but I am truthfully small and light - and as she pointed out a number of times, my masculinity made me the boss of us two. Naturally I made protest at this, saying that I wasn't sexist and that we were a pair: but secretly I gloried in this. Could feel myself literally grow as she expanded on it. She was not forthcoming about her family. Said she was orphaned and came from a different part of the country but would not go into details, Then, face afire, she admitted the week before we took off to Las Vegas and got married that she and her mother were estranged and that she didn't want anything to do with her - she just felt that I should know. This gave me pause, but I frankly figured that I wouldn't interfere - so we just had a quiet wedding. I wasn't the greatest in bed (I'm sure we were both virgins) but managed. If anything, it was her that apologized for any shortcomings we came across in bed. We settled down again and life was wonderful. She kept her job at the library but, at my request, cut back on the hours she worked. She didn't quite understand my stated needs to cut social contact to a minimum, but accepted this as one of my male foibles. Se didn't see the need for Edna our part time maid either, maintaining that she could do the housework herself - but I noticed that she wasn't that great. Could easily have taught her a few things myself, but desisted. And, in a quiet way we were happy but in the way of the world, it was me that changed things. Cannot put the blame on Eunice by one iota. She was always quiet - dare I say 'mousy'? But always deferential to me and gradually I began to believe in myself. She would never talk about her mother, but I was sure that a large part of her sad demeanor was caused by their quarrel. Going through an old trunk one day I found a letter to her at an old address. Curiosity got the better of me and I hired a private detective to check it out, It was surprisingly easy and nowhere near as expensive as I figured but in a few days I had a name and some background. I even had a photograph of her mother from sold old newspaper - and a current telephone number. A nice looking woman who had something to do with real estate at that time. I put the information away and mulled it over for a while. From some various hints and allusions, I had gathered from Eunice that the falling out she'd had with her mother wasn't really that serious - one of those family things that get out of hand. I think that my lack of activity was also creating a sense of complacency in me. The need to do 'something'? Any way, I called her finally. As far as I could tell she had her own office - at least her secretary answered the phone. I didn't tell that lady who I was but Dorothy was thrilled when I told her who I was. Charming and sophisticated sounding. Not shy or quiet in the slightest. She may have even been a little bossy - but there again, I had got used to that with my mom, so I suppose that I may have allowed myself to fall into old habits. But I will admit that I wouldn't tell her where I was calling from. After all - as I told her - I had to respect my wife's need for privacy. That was the first time I heard her tinkling laugh - although I didn't understand at the time. We parted amicably, with me promising to think about setting up a reconciliation for them. I was surprise about a week later to find Dorothy on the line. "Well?" She laughed. "You haven't called me - so I figured I'd maybe jog your memory a little? I figure that you're a typical male, needing to be forced into things. No?" I'll admit to being thrilled at referred to as a 'typical' male but managed. "How did you find this number?" "Oh come along dear!" she laughed. "I own a real estate office. We NEED to know who might be calling us. I just took a note of your number when you called. Didn't take much checking for me to use that to find other things." She then reeled off my address and asked me if I'd thought about getting mother and daughter together. I got a slight feeling from her that she'd get together with Eunice whatever I decided and, realizing how it would look if I declined to help - but had given her location away in my ignorance - I surrendered, announcing that getting them together was what I had in mind - a lie of course. But why rock the boat when one didn't have to? Dorothy had struck me as being somewhat the same as Eunice. Okay, she seemed far more gregarious and sure of herself, but I just figured that to be a sign that she'd learned to be tougher running her own business for years. After all - the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, does it? But I was due a couple of shocks the day she turned up. For one thing? Eunice has a sort of nondescript hair. Not mousy, understand" But definitely doesn't stand out either. I had Dorothy meet us at our house - more private, you know. Eunice was NOT expecting her and when I saw the well dressed blonde coming up the garden path I knew right away who it was. Naturally, I'd positioned Eunice so that she couldn't see visitors. I greeted Dorothy at the door quietly and was surprise at the confidence with which she looked around and the strength of her grip. She knew that I was trying to keep it quiet so gave me a quick once over with her eyes - obviously wasn't overly impressed - then let me lead her into where Eunice and I were having lunch. My second surprise was the lack of negative emotion when the two women met. I'd expected some kind of fireworks I guess, but it didn't happen. They simply looked calmly at each other then Dorothy moved forward to hug Eunice. They whispered in each other's ears for a fair moment - then drew back. Held each other at arms length and studied each other, then impulsively kissed - and that was that. From that point on it was as if they'd never quarreled. Any hopes I'd had of being an idolized person who'd brought them together died horribly. It was as if they'd never quarreled. Somehow, I found that Dorothy had been invited to stay with us for a week. I discovered that she didn't care for men - though she made it a point to suffer me. My blood ran cold one night over dinner when Eunice laughingly described her father. "He was such a nice man! Used to take me shopping for clothes. Things like that." Dorothy shrugged. "He was good at things like that I guess. He started off in our marriage like he was top dog or something. Gave me some trouble too..." "Dad?" Eunice laughed. "C'mon mom! He wouldn't say boo to a goose! Especially wouldn't argue with you." Then she paused. "Though I do have memories of you taking him over your knees one time." Dorothy shook her head. "That's because you were young. I had to spank him more than once until he finally agreed to do as I said. Plus? I didn't like you to see him all crying and sobbing. Felt that you should have some respect for adults. So I mostly put him over my knee when you weren't there. Frankly, he became very handy around the house. I missed him after the accident." She turned to me. "You ever spanked Eunice here?" I looked at her in shock. "Of course not!" I said indignantly. "We believe in equality here." "Oh?" was all she said but the look on her face spoke volumes.. Dorothy was a fireball. Always on the go. Took Eunice out shopping with her a number of times and frankly, I was glad to see her go. She never came out and criticized me for not working but I felt her disapproval. She had become a little distant and to be quite honest? She scared the hell out of me. Still she left me alone. I put a lot of it down to the fact that a mother wanted to re-establish good contact with her daughter after a conflict but, at the same time, I just got the feeling that she didn't care much for men in general. She had got some interest in putting up a new realty office nearby. I was not in favor of this and hoped that it was just talk of expansion. But she was waving some sort of position there in front of Eunice, and was definitely raising some interest. Once I made some sort of mild complaint and Eunice actually snapped at me. Naturally, she apologized immediately, but I began to count the days until my mother in law had gone. Then one afternoon, Dorothy called to say that she wouldn't be home for dinner but might be bringing a new friend home for a few drinks later on in the evening. I shrugged, secretly pleased for a little more peace. Eunice and I had finished dinner and cleaned off the dishes when the door went and Eunice went to answer it. I heard the murmur of female voices, and braced myself a little because there was a new one there. I turned around to welcome the newcomer when she came into the room - and the bombshell burst! She was dark and attractive. Older, about Dorothy's age, but dressed in a gray skirt suit and white blouse. Navy shoes and a few nice pieces of jewelry. Nicely made up and hair neat. The very picture of a competent teacher - and that is what she had been when I knew her. She stared at me, astounded. "My God! Tiffany! I thought you were long gone! I had NO idea you lived in this neck of the woods!" I stared at her in consternation. "Miss Lewis!" I gulped. "It's been a long while!" She started to regain her composure. Came forward and before I could do anything - kissed me hello. Grinned. "You look MUCH different now dear?" Then she turned to Eunice and there was a decided note of disbelief in her voice. "This is your husband?" "You find that hard to believe?" Eunice asked, her tone a little on the frigid side. "Oh! I AM sorry!" Miss Lewis said. "That came out horribly/ I was just so surprised is all." "You called him Tiffany though. A girl's name?" Dorothy murmured. Miss Lewis shot me a glance. "I seem to have lost control over my sense. Please forgive me. It was a long time ago - and I'm sure that Norman - it IS Norman isn't it? Would just as soon forget it." She smiled at me, but there was a hint of malice in her smile. I felt myself falter, but managed a weak smile. "It WAS a long time ago Miss Lewis. Can I get everyone a drink?" All three women were agreeable, although Dorothy seemed rather pensive, so I went and poured drinks for us all and we all settled down. But we'd barely taken our seats when Dorothy said. "Angela? Norman called you Miss Lewis?" "Yes," that woman replied. "He was a pupil of mine." "But when we talked about the expansion of the sorority buildings for your school," Dorothy continued. "I was under the impression that you taught at Miss Mathew's School for Young Ladies?" "That's true," Miss Lewis replied. "So you were his teacher for a while? Did you teach at another school?" "Another school? Why would you think that?" "Well?" Dorothy grinned. "He's not exactly a young lady, now is he? I just thought you may have met him somewhere else?" Miss Lewis shot me a glance as if to say she was sorry, but I sensed the enjoyment there. "No. I met him at that school. You see there was a special dispensation given to certain young men who either couldn't or wouldn't leave the area. It had a degree program. Slated as a finishing school for young ladies of course..." Her voice tailed away. "But there's a college not that far away? Isn't there?" Dorothy asked. "Yes. I guess so," Miss Lewis answered, then spoke directly to me. "Tiff - - I mean Norman? I sense that your mother in law is going to keep asking embarrassing questions of me. Would it be okay if I just told her what had happened?" I started to say "No" but Dorothy interrupted me. "Of course it's all right Angela. We're all friends here - and it WAS a long time ago. Right Eunice?" I couldn't believe my ears. First of all, she was ignoring ME - and then she was asking permission of Eunice! Then to make matters worse, Eunice just shrugged. "Well, I must admit that I'm intrigued." "But - But Eunice?" I started. "Oh Norman! It's interesting!" She spoke sharply to me in a tone that she'd never used before. My mousy little wife was a s good as telling me to shut up! Naturally, I didn't want to make a scene, so I stayed quiet. Miss Lewis shot me a triumphant look. "Well? Miss Mathew's is technically a school for girls but her heart went out to single moms who had boys who - for some reason or another - didn't do too - too well? - at public schools. So she set aside a small fraternity for boys. Tiffany - I mean Norman was one of those darlings." "Why do you keep calling him Tiffany?" Eunice asked with a little asperity. "I'm sure she'll get to that, won't you Angela?" Dorothy broke in. Angela nodded then continued. "Norman was one of the first boys admitted to that program Him and five others." She smiled. "The poor dears found it SO difficult at first. Wasn't that so --- Norman?" "That's true," I said through dry lips. "But why to that school dear?" Eunice asked me. "I think I can answer that Eunice," Angela said. "You see, he was very small and delicate for a boy, and the public schools had given him a very bad time. His mother wanted him to get a degree, but the thought of sending him far away from home into a strange environment - with his delicate constitution was just too much. That's why Miss Mathew's School seemed so attractive. Right Norman?" "Well I really didn't want to go to a girl's school," I said defensively though defiantly. "Perfectly understandable!" Angela smirked. "But your mother was a very strong woman. Used to getting her own way?" I nodded, and she continued with a smile. "It was funny in a way I suppose. The boys banded together I think and at first the girls left them alone. But over a few weeks, the boys were sort of - of - assimilated - I guess would be a good term for it. You see the girls were used to boys being noisier, ruder, more athletic and stronger than themselves. Tended to look up to the boys at first. But then I think they noticed that these boys weren't strong. Were weak probably. Started pushing them around a little - what was that thing Norman? A game of Tug of War Norman?" I nodded miserably remembering that first day of defeat when the gym teacher had split us up into groups of six - and had us compete for "Queen of the Hill" honors at Tug of War. There weren't any special teams picked, but I remembered first of all the astonished faces as team after team of girls beat us - then the quiet jeers and us hearing ourselves be called 'Pansies' for the first time. Our looks of shame as we couldn't even look each other in the eye - the very beginning of our mutual shame. You see, some of the bigger girls - seniors - had been looking on. Now some of them split up and came up to us boys. "Oh you poor things!" They cooed mockingly and put arms around us. One of us six actually started to cry in shame - which only drew more big girls to commiserate with him. The gym teacher stood by, just smiling as we were all consoled as if we were girls, then called us back into the group. From that point on we were simply integrated with the rest of the girls - and never differentiated again - although we did shower separately - and try to describe the horror we felt when we knew that some of the bigger girls were watching us in the nude and making ribald comments about us. Gradually, we herded together like defenseless sheep, frightened of the girls who seemed to be circling us. My mind came back to the present. Angela's voice was saying. "It really WAS a shame you know. In theory it sounded all right - but these poor young things were so used to being bullied and discriminated against by other boys, that I think they didn't have the will to stand up for themselves - and they didn't have parents to fall back on." "Are you saying that girls took advantage then?" Eunice asked incredulously. "That the boy's parents didn't stand up for them?" Angela looked at her. "Absolutely! What do you think? I wasn't there for everyone of course but teachers were used as go-betweens when a boy's parent came to check and I remember being the parent when Norman's mother came in answer to his pleadings I suppose." "What did she say?" Dorothy asked. Nothing much," Angela said. "I can't remember the meeting word for word, but she didn't seem to notice that Norman's hair had been re-styled. It was more like a girl's - you know. Then the fact that he started sobbing - like a girl when he told her what was going on - didn't help him much either, I suppose." "But why had he done his hair differently?" Eunice asked. Angela shrugged, "I wouldn't KNOW of course - but I think he was already acting for one of the seniors by that time. He may have changed it to please her? I don't know. Anyway? His mother got a little upset with him if I remember rightly. Asked if he was a man or a mouse! Told him to learn to stand up for himself! I felt SO sorry for the poor dear. If I remember correctly, I took him up to my rooms later and consoled him. Was that you, Norman?" I remembered full well being taken to her rooms then cuddled and consoled - she just didn't seem to remember the other girls there that I had to serve and their laughing false sympathy before I was allowed back to my rooms. Quickly then, I answered her. "I don't remember Angela!" I said. She smiled a dark, secret smile at me. Knew full well that I was lying. I hadn't seen her move, but suddenly Dorothy was sitting close beside me, her arm around my shoulder - squeezing me into her. "Oh you POOR boy!" She whispered loud enough for everyone to hear. "A boy - cast adrift amongst a whole bunch of girls. Being a girl myself, I know how they can tease. Did they tease you?" I nodded sheepishly and she tittered and pulled me in even closer. "Oh please Angela! Tell us more about those cruel girls!" "I don't think they were really cruel," Angela smiled. "It just was like hazing a little? The bigger the girl, the more she wanted a boy." "To DO what?" Eunice asked. "Nothing sexual - at least I don't THINK so!" Angela said. "Just to run little errands for them. Serve up drinks - or whatever - when their friends came to visit. A sort of 'pride' think - you know? Have a boy a boy - a boy..." She faltered and hesitated, "Maid?" Dorothy sniggered. "That's probably an insult to Tiffany - I mean Norman!" Angela said. "But that's probably as good a word as any - yes, maid. "Ever dress any of them up in little black satin dresses and caps with aprons?" Dorothy asked. Angela shrugged. "I don't know. Do you Norman? Again I lied. "Don't think so." But my voice sounded strained even to me. "The boys didn't complain?" Eunice asked. "As a matter of fact? You can't believe my surprise when the boys all asked if they could go into the female dorms. Didn't mind ONE bit!" "That's MEN for you." Dorothy cackled. "Probably wanted to eyeball the pretty girls!" Angela hid her grin in her drink as she took a sip. "Never thought of that!" she said, then took a drink. I had to protest - even though I knew it wouldn't do me any good. "If we stayed in the boys dorms, the girls used to raid us at night and would often beat us up or make us do their washing and ironing. It started with one jock girl. She took one of the boys under her wing and, from that point, they hardly touched him. After that, we sort of..." I paused.. "....picked girls that would look after us." Miss Lewis gave me another look. "Oh yes. I remember now. I often wondered why you boys seemed to get all swishy all at once." She laughed at the other two. "Was that it? The big girls wanted boy maids that were all sweet and feminine - and you all cooperated?" "That was probably true - to a degree," I admitted. "You couldn't really blame the poor little things," she conceded . "They either pretended to be boys - and got assimilated into the girl culture. Or were sweet and pretty and basically servants to a big girl that would protect them." "That must have been so demeaning!" Dorothy said. "Did you sort of audition for the big girls? Put on dresses - that sort of thing?" "No." I admitted. "Just sort of let them know that we?d be willing to help them out. Do little jobs for them to make their life easier." "It was SO funny for a while!" Angela chortled. "One of the jocks couldn't take one of her classes one day - so sent one of her boys in her place." "Surely the teacher knew it wasn't her?" Eunice said. "Probably," Angela admitted carelessly. "But you must remember the teacher's position at that time. The boys were just becoming comfortable in the school - and that girl went to the trouble of making sure he wore the proper uniform to make sure that her little boy had a wig and makeup and acted as much as he could like her." "But she didn't fool the teacher - surely!" Eunice argued. "Of course she didn't!" Angela laughed. "But soon it was very popular. Isn't that how you got the name Tiffany Norman? Wasn't she your first mistress?" "But Tiffany's a nice name! Isn't it Norman. Did you have to wear a nice dress to class as well?" Dorothy was crooning at me as she hugged me tightly again. Then her voice got all soft and sympathetic. "I'm sorry dear. Is this all very traumatic for you?" I knew her sympathy was all false, but I couldn't help myself. All of these memories of how feminine I'd been. Miss Lewis sitting as a physical reminder. "Yes," I whispered - and found myself shamed by the softness of my reply. Almost a feminine lisp. She continued to speak softly and sympathetically. "But it's good for you to get all of this out in the open. Why don't you just lay your head on my shoulder, huh?" And her free hand was gently forcing my head over - and I didn't seem to have the strength to fight her. I found myself now in the docile, subservient position with Eunice looking on, her face quizzical. "Were you put in dresses sometimes?" Dorothy continued. "Mostly uniforms - you know plaid skirt and white blouse," Angela answered for me. "But dresses at night I think. Isn't that so - Tiffany?" She made no attempt to correct my name this time. "Just sometimes?" I attempted. She shrugged. "I wasn't there all the time. I just remember parent's night that first year. You boys all looked so nice!" I guess I broke. "Please don't tell them about that, Miss Lewis?" "Hush Tiffany!" Dorothy consoled me. "This is all very good for you! Go ahead Angela." "Only if Eunice says it's okay!" Angela said. "After all - this is all new to her you know." I started to say something but Dorothy put her hand over my lips. "Just shush dear! Don't you think she should Tiffany? Please say it's okay, Eunice." And my wife smiled at me. "I don't see what damage it would do. Why don't you go ahead Angela." "The girls did them all up to match. Hair all done up with white gardenias in them, white gloves and shoes - and false pearl necklaces. Yellow chiffon dresses with pink sashes. They looked just marvelous! They were assigned as docents." "In front of their mothers?" Eunice asked in a shocked tone. "It was felt that they should know." Angela said lightly. "And don't forget, the boys looked gorgeous! The senior girls who controlled them took it as a sort of competition. Had the boys hair done up for a week before. Eyebrows plucked - even earrings!" "What did your mother say Tiffany?" Dorothy asked with false kindness. "His mother was darling! I was there," Angela said. "SO understanding! Though didn't she say Tiffany that you would probably looked better in a pink dress and yellow sash?" I squirmed in embarrassment then to my shame found my head being turned and Dorothy kissing me firmly! "Don't be ashamed darling! I bet that you looked lovely!" "She didn't quit the school?" Eunice asked disbelievingly. "Her boy had been made into a girl? And she thought it was all right? Angela shrugged. "I don't know what you expect. He'd been at a mixed schools and the boys took advantage of him. Now? At least they weren't turning him into some sort of homosexual. I wouldn't be surprised if in later years the girls didn't take advantage of the boys - but at least they were heterosexual. I don't see what anyone had to complain." "Later years?" said Eunice. "You mean they brought them back?" "Oh yes. What else could they do?" Angela laughed. "You didn't argue with your mother Tiffany?" Dorothy cuddled me. "Or were you happy going back later." Memories flooded me. "I asked her not to go back, and she said she was thinking it over. She even let me cut my hair and start acting like a boy again. But then came the start of the next school year - and she - and she - sent me back." "As a boy again?" Eunice asked. "That wasn't very nice!" "She bought me uniforms!" I said aggrievedly. "I thought everybody wore uniforms?" Eunice asked. "I think he means skirts and blouses. What girls wore," Dorothy said. "Is that right Tiffany?" I nodded, though not to well as my head was on her shoulder. "Undies too? Nice undies? Panties and bras and slips. All that good stuff?" her voice had traces of mockery in it again. "I TOLD her I didn't need a bra!" I complained. She told me that she talked it over with the other mother's of you boys and they felt that you might complain at first but after a while you might get jealous of the other girls - so she couldn't let you down, could she? That's why she bought him such pretty things. Matter of fact? I think some of the girls were jealous of HIM!" Angela said, laughing. "But I don't understand!" Eunice said. "Your mother let you start being a boy again - but then changed her mind? Did something happen to do that?" "Well - kinda," I admitted. "She brought some young men to the house to keep me company. Played tennis with me on our court - went swimming. That kinda stuff." "That sounds okay to me," Eunice said. "But they were ALL male jocks. ALL athletes. She said it was to give me an idea of how I should behave!" "But that didn't work, did it?" Dorothy said shrewdly. I couldn't help myself. Cuddled even more into Dorothy. Heard my voice get girlish and childish. Lisped even more. "She said I looked like a sissy compared to them. Made me embarrassed. Then she asked if I might be happier with girls?" "Naturally you agreed that girls might be better?" Dorothy suggested. I started crying again. "How was I to know that she'd ask a bunch of female jocks, huh?" There was a puzzled silence as they digested this, then Dorothy said. "They made you look bad TOO?" "Yes!" I sobbed. "They made me sit with their girl friends. Once they even dressed me in a tennis dress to play with the other girls. Just a joke they told mother when she caught us!" "Was your mummy mad at them?" Eunice asked. Even I was surprised at her question. "No!" I said bitterly. "Said that I now fitted right in! Made me wear it for the rest of the day! The big girls laughed at me. Kept putting their hands up my skirts and saying how nice my lace panties felt." "Poor thing!" Dorothy said. Kissed me again. "So you weren't a boy until the next summer break?" Eunice asked me. There was an uncomfortable silence, then Angela said. "He was never a boy again until his mother got killed. His last mistress at school was Meredith Watling. He was her friend until his mother died, then he suddenly disappeared. Tonight was the first time I've seen him in a LONG time. Until he disappeared, everybody in the village forgot that he was a boy. We all called him Tiffany." She looked at me and Eunice. "No offense but I'm not sure that he ever got over - - -" She drew to a close. It was getting late, but Dorothy maintained that I needed consoling and made me rest for the remainder of that evening, even after Angela departed. She was SO nice to me. Actually kept kissing and hugging me. Telling me that everything was going to be all right now. There was a little undercurrent of mockery there, but I felt as if I'd been stripped naked by Miss Lewis's revelations - and was glad of any comfort I could get. Was completely terrified of what Eunice would have to say. But to my surprise, Eunice was wonderful! "Dorothy likes you!" she said, sounding delighted. "That was one of the things we quarreled about. She never seemed to like any of the men I liked. I don't think that she liked you very much until today - but now? I think that she's turned around a lot." "You didn't mind?" I asked hesitantly. She looked at me coquettishly. Actually fluttered her eyelashes. "About you being a girl? Wearing pretty clothes?" I blushed and was about to say something and she interrupted me. "Darling? You tried being a girl for a while - but then you chose being a boy. Actually CHOSE that! I have to admit that I feel a bit funny about it, but I'm sure I'll get over it." She eyed me sexily. "Shall we go to bed? For some reason, I'm feeling kinda sexy." I almost fell over with amazement. My little wife - admitting that she felt sexy!!!! Dorothy was SO nice to me over the next day or so, but then left to go back to her own place. I never felt totally at ease with her though. She was fond of me now - one time even had me sit on her lap when Eunice went down to the library about something. Kissed and fondled me. Even laughingly called me Tiffany - then smiled and apologized. It was embarrassing - but pleasant in a way. I mean - I'm an adult for goodness sake - not a little kid. But she pointed out that even though Eunice was her baby, she'd never allowed such a thing. She chucked me under the chin and said it was time she was allowed to spoil her kids - right? Anyway, Eunice and I were back to being on our own for a while. I found out that she had volunteered for the library and other things. Somehow she made it clear that as I was home - on the days that Edna wasn't - that it made sense that I should make dinner. Let's face it, I was stupid enough to admit that at school and at my own mummy's place, she'd been bound and determined that I should learn to look after a house. So I couldn't blame Eunice for expecting me to be more of a homemaker could I? I'll admit that I felt funny when she gave me some of her aprons to wear. I mean they were SO feminine - but as she pointed out, it wasn't as if I hadn't worn nicer stuff in the past, was it? On top of that? I didn't want to mess up my clothes - and there was no sense in spending money on more masculine aprons, was there? In our bedroom, there was a subtle difference taking place. Not that I had any complaints, mind you. It was just that she was more aggressive. More likely to start looking at me in a funny way about nine thirty of an evening, then saying that she felt we should go to bed? Then in bed? She wasn't tired at all. I actually found myself underneath her a few times. Once - in fun of course - she put a little perfume on me. Then mistakenly called me Tiffany. I started to complain, naturally, but she tickled me - and we seemed to end up making love. I was a little put out about her mother coming back. Well, not so much that she came back - but that I wasn't told about it. Dorothy just appeared! I even complained to Eunice about Dorothy actually demanding that I sit on her knee in the evening. "But it's YOU that's my wife!" I complained. "Silly little thing!" she admonished me. "She's YOUR mummy now as well. Just showing affection! Now just do as Dorothy tells you!" Now I was doing the cooking for all of us - and the clean up after most meals. And the laundry and the ironing. I was SO flabbergasted when Dorothy bought me some new aprons. "I've got LOTS!" I said, bewildered. "But these are all yours dear. I saw them on sale - and they were SO pretty! Couldn't resist them! Now why don't you try this one on?" In bed that night, Eunice was straddling me. "You know? I think you offended Dorothy by not wanting her nice apron. I think you should have shown more gratitude!" she said. "I don't know what you want me to do?" I panted as she slowly moved up and down on me. "Be nicer to her. I never see you kiss her - and you always look embarrassed if she shows you any affection. Wear her aprons. Let her show her affection for you." "She wants me to sit on her knee - like a little kid!" "So? Where's the harm?" The following day, Dorothy wanted to go shopping. "I don't feel like it mom," Eunice said. "But I want company. You know I love second opinions when I buy stuff. Come on, huh?" "Why don't you take Norman? He'd LOVE to go. Wouldn't you Norman?" "What a lovely idea!" Dorothy said immediately. "Come along Norman.. You can be my second opinion." "You don't want my opinion. I don't know anything about real estate mummy," I said. "But you DO know something about lingerie, so come along dearie!" Dorothy said. "So get ready and let's go!" She was so forceful and Eunice was giving me a look, so I went. My goodness - the memories that the boutique brought back! Dorothy took me into the changing rooms - and demanded that I sit there, while she wandered around in her slip. She also made sure that the salesgirls knew that I had to be deeply involved, so that I found myself, sitting amongst swatches of laces and materials. Passing judgment on colors. The girls were pleasant, but I was well aware of the glances they shot each other and how they talked to me. I started to feel swamped in femininity again. Actually heard my voice soften and saw my physical actions become a little more fluid. Not swish mind you - but almost like one of the girls. I was glad to get out of there, although Dorothy insisted that we have afternoon tea in a caf? that seemed to be frequented by nothing but women. There, she insisted that she say her thanks, by acting as host - so she held my chair and ordered for me, smiling and patting my hand as I blushed. That night she disappeared for a while. Then Eunice looked at me. "Let's go," she said as I was clearing up. "Where?" I asked, starting to take my apron off. "Would you stop messing around with your appearance?" she asked shortly. "Just leave that on! Honestly, you're starting to act like a woman!" "I'm sorry," I said meekly, starting to re-tie it at the back. "No, no, NO!" she said. "I've been meaning to talk to you about your bows. If you're going to wear nice aprons, you should finish them off properly - with pretty bows! Here let me show you!" Meekly, in my apron, I followed her to Dorothy's room. She didn't knock, just ushered me in and, to my shame, Dorothy was in her slip. "What are you blushing about?" Eunice laughed and asked me. "Think you'd never seen a lady in a slip before. Weren't you in a ladies changing room today, along with the other girls?" "Don't be cruel Eunice!" Dorothy said, coming and giving me a hug. "He just isn't used to ladies in their undies any more, are you dear? And I think he blushes very prettily. It's not something you see every day." She then spoke to me, "Why don't you sit there, while I show Eunice what we bought today, huh?" "But I've seen them already," I said, trying to get away from another feminine situation. "Silly!" Dorothy laughed. "I want Eunice to see what a BIG help you were. Now hold this slip for me, would you dear?" And then, for the next half hour or so I had to sit there, often with lacy underthings on my lap while Dorothy modeled them for us. Towards the finish, she went into the bathroom saying that she wanted to show us a new nightgown and would get ready for bed at the same time - to save her the bother later on. "You find her attractive?" Eunice asked me quietly while she was gone. "A really nice looking woman. Not a patch on you though," I made sure to add, as I answered. Eunice smiled. "Thank you. But she's really frustrated you know?" "Frustrated?" "Yes. Sex. She's still in the prime of her life - and I can see that she needs some relief. She likes you too - I can see that." "Nothing I can do about that," I said. "Don't be silly. Go to bed with her. She'd enjoy it - and I think it would help cement your relationship." I gazed at Eunice in astonishment. "But I'm your husband dear!" I said. "Well? I'm not objecting to you acting like a man. I mean - here's TWO attractive females want you in their bed - and you sound like you're objecting? I mean, Angela cast some doubts on your masculinity some time ago. Now you turn down a night with an attractive woman..." "What's this about him turning down a night with an attractive woman?" Dorothy said, sweeping into the room in a teal nightgown set. "I just was saying that you probably need a bit sex," Eunice said. "Well - you're not wrong there. It has been a while!" Dorothy laughed. Then she livened up. "Are you suggesting to Norman what I think you are?" "Don't see why not. I'm not that randy tonight myself - but I think that you two are - after handling all of that sexy stuff in the changing room today. So I don't see why not." "Wonderful idea darling!" Dorothy said, then came over to where I sat. Stood above me smiling down for a second, then said. "Move over dear and let me in. Then you can sit on mummy's lap." I looked up at Eunice helplessly, but Dorothy's hands were already on me, gently insisting. Seconds later, I was sitting on her lap, lying back into her embrace. "Lovely!" she sighed happily. "Now just lie there and be quiet dear while me and Eunice talk about today." "But I'm not..." "Didn?t Dorothy tell you to be quiet?" Eunice asked me. "Yes." "She used to spank me if I was naughty," Eunice added. "That what you want?" "Oh, there's no need for that - is there?" Dorothy asked, giving me a kiss, "See? I told you Eunice. He'll be good!" she added as I settled back quietly into her arms. It was quite pleasant after a while. Okay, her mind was obviously on what she was talking to Eunice about- some fancy dress ball or other - but her hands were gently caressing me. She laughed quite a lot when I blushed when she told me how pretty I was in my apron. I was getting into a sexual haze so hardly noticed that she was undressing me at first. It was with an kind of a shock that I sleepily discovered her putting a yellow satin pajama top on me. "No sense in you going back to your room for nightwear, is there?" she said and I could only stare in answer. Then I was minus my under shorts - and in a pair of satin pajama pants. It felt so nice cuddling into her now. "Doesn't he look sweet Eunice?" Dorothy asked. "And after all his objections!" Eunice giggled then she leaned forward, her face close to mine. "I think you're enjoying Mummy's attentions, are you not?" She giggled a little more as I just looked at her helplessly. I was surprised at Dorothy's strength as she carried me to the bed, with Eunice folding down the covers as I was laid down and for a moment both women looked down on me, both of them grinning. Then Dorothy climbed onto the bed and I lost sight of Eunice as I was kissed. Somebody put the lights out. "Hello my little pretty," Dorothy whispered. "Now don't get too aggressive with me. Just behave nicely - and let mummy do the work." I did as I was told. I made some attempts at touching and feeling, but that was all she wanted me to do, so that soft, docile, and passive, I lay and let her make love to me. Fell asleep in her arms. The following day she looked me out a yellow robe to wear down to breakfast. I wanted to go and change, but she just told me to behave - I could change later. She laughingly brushed my hair and because it wouldn't lie down for her she fixed it in place with a yellow barrette. When we went down to breakfast we joined Eunice in her robe - and so the three of us could be taken for three women in our nylon robes. "Did he behave?" Eunice asked Dorothy. "Just lovely! Not at all pushy like most men. Sweet and soft. I'll have to do that again!" Dorothy replied as if I weren't there. "Any time!" Eunice said, shrugging. "I appreciate that," Dorothy said. "I know that I don't like being in bed with a male. They're SO pushy. But with Norman here? I can feel the feminine side coming out." "Maybe it?s good for him?" Eunice said with a laugh. Later in our bedroom, Eunice was very nice to me. "You have NO idea how lovely I think you are to my mom. I can see that she appreciates you a lot. Just one thing?" "One thing?" I asked. "Yes. It's obvious that she doesn't want a man who is too aggressive to her, so let me suggest that you go along. Make sure that you wear nice things - smell nice. That kind of thing." "But I thought I was only doing it once?" I said plaintively. She tutted loudly. "Did you or did you not have a nice time. Be honest now!" "It was ... kinda ... nice," I admitted slowly, my face red from remembering. "Do you hear ME complaining about you making my mother happy?" She wasn't too happy. "No." "Well then! That robe and pajamas? If you wear them? That way, she'll see that you enjoyed your time with her. Make her feel good. What?s wrong with that?" "Nothing I guess. As long as you don't mind." "Good! Matter of fact, Put them on tonight after dinner. That way she'll know how you feel!" Mummy took me in her arms when I showed myself in the yellow satin pajamas and robe after dinner. " I could just eat you ALL up! Come and sit on mummy's knees!" I tried to make a joke out of it. "Ha Ha mummy! You had me last night. Now don't get greedy!" She ignored me. "Can't resist you - my little yellow dumpling! Now come here." I shot an imploring glance at Eunice, but she just retorted. "You two - honestly! Though I must admit that I think it wonderful to see you two get on so well! Go on Norman - you know you want to!" "You know" Dorothy said, once she had me settled and helpless in her embrace. "I must admit that I'm gradually getting over my fear of men with Norman here. He's just so soft and lovely, I'd have to be an idiot to be scared of him." She chucked me under the chin fondly. "Wouldn't I Norman?" She didn't really want an answer so I just lay there. Time had taught me that the women appreciated me lying there quietly in Dorothy's arms and letting myself be fondled, kissed or caressed, but not making a noise about anything. Just lie there. And that night, I started getting two major revelations. The first? That Eunice was actually jealous of her mother taking my attention. Naturally, I couldn't show any of this - but it was an idea that grew on me and gave me a great deal of quiet enjoyment. The second REALLY made me open my eyes in bewilderment. The women seemed to find my behavior manly! The fact that I'd allow myself to be treated by Dorothy as if I were her little pet - a girl pet at that - was just a sign that I was a man going to incredible lengths to please his mother in law! A man amongst men! So? It became obvious to me that allowing Dorothy a free hand in her treatment of me just stood me in great stead with Eunice! So I relaxed. Laid myself in Dorothy's arms while she and Eunice talked about the days affairs. Pouted prettily for kisses and even smiled a little to myself at a flash of jealousy on Eunice's face when Dorothy asked me if her little girl would lie to go to bed with her. Naturally, I acted with niceness - making sure that Eunice didn't mind! Then I didn't fuss when Dorothy lifted me up and carried me to the bedroom. There, I don't think Dorothy had anything to complain about. Eunice was nice - if maybe a trifle distant to me for the next day or so. It was terribly embarrassing when Dorothy presented me with two sets of nightgowns and matching negligees a night or two later. She spoke lightly. "You must feel silly - wearing an old lady's pajamas all the time!" she told me. "I also know that these nightgowns probably make you feel embarrassed because they're not built for your true gender - but they make me feel SO safe! And you don't mind - DO you?" She asked this with such sincerity, that I had to assure her that I thought them lovely. To prove this, it worked out that I went and put them on for her. Eunice did show her jealousy that night. Not obviously of course - but she wanted me in OUR bedroom. I naturally assumed that she wanted me to change, but she didn't. Just seemed content to hold me, that's all. We both laughed when she complimented me on how nice I felt. I few nights after that, Dorothy wanted me again. This time though, she seemed VERY insecure. Wanted me to wear a little perfume and talked me into some lipstick - just a dab mind you. But she seemed pleased again - even had me parade in front of Eunice to show her how nice I looked and show how safe she felt at having me in her bed. The next morning, I was still in my nightgown and negligee when we were all downstairs. Eunice was VERY friendly. Told me how nice I looked. Even suggested to Dorothy that having me put some cream on my face - and even rollers in my hair, might help with the illusion that was wanted. Dorothy was SO appreciative. That night I was taken in to see Eunice my face all creamed and my hair done up nicely in rollers. My wife even took me aside one time when her mother was called to the phone and thanked me for being SO nice to her mother. Laughed and told me that I was getting positively pretty! She'd have to start watching the boys! Laughed even harder when I blushed. Took me in her arms and kissed me. Didn't feel like my old wife at all to tell you the truth! I'd heard both women talking about some party. It seemed to have something to do with Dorothy's new friends in the real estate business. Then one day I discovered that the party was THAT night. On top of that, I was extremely surprised to discover that, not only was it a fancy dress thing - but Dorothy was the hostess! HER party! It was to celebrate the opening of her new realty office in - of all places - my old town! I was pleased for her - if a little hurt that I hadn't been taken into her confidence, but looked forward to a night with my wife on our own - assuming that the party was strictly business and that we weren't invited. But about eleven o'clock that morning a delivery van pulled up and a girl appeared with some incredible packages for Eunice and me with notes attached. "It's from mom," Eunice read - "for US. She wants us at the party too! Surprise!" I looked at the two major packages wrapped in transparent plastic. "Wow! They look kinda feminine - don't you think Eunice? "Won't know until we look at them properly" she said. "But look at all those other parcels - they seem to have thought of everything - wigs, shoes, undies even jewelry! And what are these?" We looked at two long sticks wrapped separately. Both were about one inch in diameter, with a large hook at one end. Tore the wrapping off. "Oh I get it!" I cried. "These are shepherds crooks! They must be Dresden Shepherd and Shepherdess costumes!" "Wow! She must have spent a mint!" Eunice exclaimed, lifting some of the plastic. "All in shades of pink and blue!" I must admit to wondering once we got everything undone and laid out. I mean the dress was magnificent - a huge skirted satin dress with under layers of crinolines - with lacy underthings - even with a tight corset that I didn't envy Eunice at all. A frilled bonnet with many ribbons. But mine? It seemed awfully sissyish if you know what I mean - all in the same shades of pink and blue - satin pants that tied with ribbons on the lower calf and showed off white silk stockings. I did like the cocked hat - also in satin - but it gave a sort of roguish air to my face I thought - though I saw Eunice give me a funny look as I tried it on. "Yes - it IS on the feminine side," I said to my wife. "We better get a move on," was what she said. "Why don?t we shower together?" "Oooh!" I heard myself squeal. "Aren't we being naughty!" Pink and sweaty and yes - sexy - we came out of the shower. I had to admire the lean toughness of her body as she dried me off. "I'm getting too soft and flabby," I said. "Need some exercise." "What are you talking about!" She giggled. "You're just RIGHT! Mummy thinks you're gorgeous - and I must admit that you are starting to turn ME on. Want a hand with your corset?" "What are you talking about? There isn't a corset with my outfit," I said, looking around me. "Here! This one! You gone blind?" she laughed. "Put your panties on just now and I'll give you a hand with your corset. If you need a hand with your bra? Just yell." "But that corset's for the dress." I said. "So? What do you think you're wearing, huh?" "The Shepherd's outfit. That's what. Have you gone crazy?" She looked at me steadily. Picked up the lacy panties. "Put these ON dear - then we'll get you dressed properly. This party is in your old home town - there'll be LOTS of girls there that knew you well - in fact I think that some of your old mistresses will be there. Now what do you want them to think, huh?" She smiled. "That you've gone all boyish? Mom picked this sweet feminine dress, especially for you. Want to disappoint her? Of course you don't. So put on your lovely dress and look sweet for her - and me." I could only stare at her. She sighed. "Tiffany? Put on your nice dress. If you don't I'll have to spank you. Is that what you want?" I saw my new life in front of me. Took the panties from her. She smiled as I started to put them on. The end