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Twisted Logic
By Margaret Jeanette
Marie Calvert was happy. She had just bought another business. It
was a small printing business but it was successful. The owner had
retired. Now she owned an upscale dress store, a discount woman's
shop, a beauty parlor, a family restaurant and a car dealership.
She was the top businesswoman in the entire area and ranked ahead
of most of the businessmen. She was known as a no-nonsense woman
who ran things with an iron hand.
That night when she got home she told Margo, her maid, about
buying the printing business and about how she had beaten two men
who were looking for financing before they made a serious offer.
The owner wanted a quick deal and had gotten her price for it.
Her husband, John came into the room and she had to tell him. He
was happy for her. They kissed and went to eat supper. As they were
eating she told him to take smaller bites. He did as she said. He
asked her for some money to get a hair cut and she told him that
since he never leaves the house, why did he need a haircut. She was
being obstinate and he knew it so he didn't pursue it. This was the
third time in the last month he had asked for money for a hair cut,
and each time she'd had a different reason to put him off.
That night when they were going to bed Marie noticed a small tear
in his pajamas. She told him they were junk and to get them off.
She then went to get him a different pair and inspected every pair
he had. She found something wrong with every pair. They either had
a small hole or were frazzled or something. They hadn't bought him
any new clothes in ages. She checked his underwear and found small
holes in them too, and they were added to the pile on the floor.
When she finished all his pajamas and underwear was lying on the
floor. She told him she would have Margo dispose of them tomorrow.
He asked what she expected him to wear and she went to her
dresser and handed him a pair of her panties to put on. He said he
couldn't wear those, but in a very stern voice she told him to put
them on. He slid them on and when he looked up he saw her standing
there holding out a nightgown for him to put on. He put it on
without argument.
"You know Carolyn Reed next door told me she didn't think you
were very manly, and Margo said she thought you belonged in a
dress. You look kind of nice in that nightgown."
"What did you tell them?"
"I told Carolyn that I liked how you were so soft and gentle and
look after me so nicely, and how you don't argue with anything I
say. Margo must have caught me on a bad day, because I told her
that if she really thought you belonged in a dress, I didn't care,
she should try to put you in one."
"That was an open invitation for her to put me in a dress. How
could you do such a thing? Now, I just know she will do it!"
"Are you really afraid of her? She is our maid!"
"She may be our maid but she scares me. She looks at me sometimes
as if she's the cat and I'm the canary. Sometimes she calls me
dearie. She walks around here like she owns the place."
"Listen, she is a great maid. She makes her own uniforms and she
does a great job keeping the place in order. If she pushes you then
you'll just have to be more forceful with her."
They were lying close to one another and Marie started playing
with him. He started getting hard fast. She noticed, and said that
if he was getting hard faster than ever, it must be the silk
nightgown he had on. He said he was just reacting to her playing.
Soon she mounted him the way she always did.
When they were done Marie said, "You know I have been thinking
about what you said about being afraid of Margo. I never thought
about the fact you were afraid of her. If she wants you to do
something maybe you should just do it if you are that afraid of
her."
"Why should I do what she wants?"
"She'll get over whatever it is a lot faster if you don't fight
her. I know she's stronger physically than you are. I have seen her
lift some of our furniture to clean, and she would take you in a
flash in any physical contest. I will tell you what I'll do. I will
tell her to call me if she does anything to you, how does that
sound?"
"I don't care if she calls you or not. I'll just stay clear of
her."
The next morning as they were getting dressed she told him to
leave his nightgown lying on his side of the bed. She always left
hers lying on her side and found it under her pillow at night. She
told him he would have to keep the panties on as he had none of his
to wear. He made a face but kept them on.
They ate breakfast and Marie finished first, gave him a kiss and
started off to work. He quickly finished his and scurried for his
computer room. He had seen Marie talking to Margo and knew they
were talking about him.
He heard Margo cleaning the hallway rug outside his door. As the
sound dissipated he breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't like how
she'd looked at him after Marie left. She'd had that smile on her
face? Like she was ready to pounce.
It was quiet for over an hour and he relaxed, thinking maybe it
was all in his head. Then the door opened and it was Margo.
"I just made up the bed and I saw the two pretty nightgowns
there. You should dress during the day like you dress at night. I
can help you with that. A good maid helps people get dressed you
know."
"I'm dressed all right. I can dress myself."
"But you are dressed so different than you were last night. I
would like to see how you looked last night. I'll bet you were
really pretty. Now why don't you come with me and I'll help you get
dressed properly."
"I told you I'm dressed how I want to be dressed. Don't you have
some work to do?"
She advanced on him and he shuddered. She grabbed his arm and
lifted him from the chair like he was a feather. She held on to his
arm in an iron grip and led him down the hall to her three room
apartment. He had never ever been in her apartment and when he
entered he saw it was immaculately clean and organized. She pulled
him into the next room which he saw was her bedroom. He saw the
bathroom door partially opened. Then he saw some clothes on the
bed.
Margo told him he could undress by himself or she would tear the
clothes off of him. He remembered what Marie had said to him about
going along with Margo but he intended to fight until the end. He
told her he wasn't going to get undressed.
With her free hand she grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled.
Buttons flew in all directions. In twenty seconds she had his shirt
off. She grabbed his undershirt at the collar and it became an
instant rag. She unbuckled his belt and told him she could tear his
pants off or he could take them off himself. He was totally
frightened of her and agreed to take them off himself.
He slowly removed his shoes and when he slid his pants off Margo
laughed and told him he could keep his pretty panties on. She told
him to get his socks off and he took his time getting them off.
She handed him a bra and told him to get it on. He slid the
straps up his arms and was having trouble hooking it. He noticed
she had filled the cups with something and it felt heavy, like sand
or something. She hooked it for him. Then she handed him a garter
belt, telling him to run the garters inside his pretty panties. He
managed to do it as slow as he could. Then it was the nylons which
she had to show him how to fasten. Then came a lacy pink slip which
she said she made especially for him. When he had it on she helped
him get the pink dress trimmed with white lace on. He looked at it
and thought there wasn't any place left she could have put lace.
She told him she spent a week working on the dress as she buttoned
the small buttons up his back.
She went to her closet and produced a pair of pink pumps with
three-inch heels. He had them on in a flash and she told him to
turn around for her. He did in a state of shock. She told him he
looked pretty and that pink was his color. Then she said he was
missing something and she knew exactly what it was. She took him
into her bathroom and had him sit on the little stool that was
there. She left and quickly was back and tied a wide pink ribbon in
his hair, arranging his hair in as feminine manner as possible.
Then she told him the woman of the house always wears make-up.
When she was done he was wearing frosted pink lipstick, light pink
eye shadow with eye liner and blush over his foundation. She said
that was the best she could do.
She told him it was lunch time and he followed her to the
kitchen. He had a bit of trouble walking in the heels but it wasn't
bad. They ate at the counter and it was quiet until he had
finished.
"Your lipstick is smeared. You have to redo it after you eat,
every time. Here it is, now go, there is a small mirror behind the
pantry door for me to check my appearance when company comes."
He went and obediently redid it. He saw her smiling when he came
out of the pantry.
"You do look just darling in that dress. I think you should wear
dresses all the time. You look so nice and they fit your
personality so well. You must admit you are not the manliest man in
the world."
He headed to his computer room just steaming over what had
happened. He immediately tried to unbutton the dress to get it off
but could only unbutton the top button. Finally he gave up and
started on his computer.
He saw it was time for Marie to get home but he didn't go to meet
her as he usually did. He didn't want her to see him in a dress.
The door opened and Marie walked in.
"Oh, you look so nice. I love your make-up. Stand up so I can see
how you look in your new dress."
He stood up blushing and looking at the floor. She told him to
turn around and when he did she told him he looked beautiful. She
came and gave him a kiss on his cheek.
"Margo called me and told me you looked pretty in your dress but
I didn't think you'd looked this pretty. She told me you needed
more dresses and everything else to wear so I brought you some more
clothes. All of your own clothes are getting ratty anyway. The only
thing is that your hair could use some work. I think I'll call Mary
Beth and see if she can work you in."
She walked out and he felt like crying. He could have strangled
Margo for calling her to tell her about him being in a dress. He
started to worry about how Marie had gushed over him being in a
dress. This wasn't good at all.
He was called for supper. As he entered Margo commented on how
well he was now walking in his heels. He didn't need this! He
didn't say anything. As they were eating Marie told him she had
talked to Mary Beth and she had agreed to open at eight to take him
and that they didn't have any appointments until ten so he would be
there alone. She said she would take him there and then pick him up
when he was done. He knew he wasn't going to get his usual
haircut.
That night when they were going to bed Marie told him she thought
he was prettier than she was. She said if she had known he would
look that great in a dress she would have had him in one a long
time ago. He knew it was senseless to try to talk her into telling
Margo to let him wear his men's clothes. She told him to leave his
bra on.
The next morning he was shocked when Marie handed him a blue slip
to put on and then held out a blue full skirted dress embroidered
with yellow daisies on it. He put it on and somehow wasn't
surprised when she handed him a pair of blue heels to wear. She
told him he could skip brushing his hair as Mary Beth would be
taking care of it soon. He had forgotten all about that.
They ate breakfast and he didn't say a word. Marie told him to
hurry as they had to get to the beauty parlor soon. Ten minutes
later he found himself in the beauty parlor. He heard Marie tell
her to use her best judgment on what to do. He heard her tell Mary
Beth that he probably could use a manicure also and that she would
pick a color for him.
She left and Mary Beth went to work on him. As the solution was
working she did his manicure. He liked how the filing and smoothing
went, then she started to apply color he asked if that was
necessary. She said his wife had picked it out and she didn't argue
with the boss. When she was done he had brilliant red nails with
sparkles on them. She then said she had a few minutes left before
the solution was ready so she made up his face. She told him she
was using the colors that were right for his coloring. He had no
idea what she was talking about.
Finally she took the plastic bonnet off of his head and started
brushing and forming his hair. She told him he had a great face and
great hair to work on as she brushed. He thought she was doing a
lot of brushing, then she started spraying something on his hair.
She told him she was adding glitter to his hairdo because it
screamed for it. Then she grabbed a different can and began
spraying something else on his hair. He recognized the smell as
being hair spray from when Marie used it. When she finished she
turned him so he could see himself in he mirror. All he saw was a
mass of waves and curls. He felt stupid and humiliated looking at
himself. Mary Beth was calling Marie to pick him up.
Ten minutes later Marie was there. She said he looked just super.
She congratulated Mary Beth on a job well-done. She said there
would be a nice bonus in her check this week. Then she shocked him.
"You look so great I have to get a picture of this. You look like
a movie star."
She got the digital camera she always carried and took two
pictures of him. Then she told him to smile nicely so she could get
a decent picture of him. He forced a smile knowing she wouldn't
give up until he did.
She took him home and went in with him. When they were inside she
called Margo, and when Margo came she gushed at how nice he looked.
He felt ridiculous, as if he was being made fun of. He was getting
angrier by the minute. He stomped off to his computer room.
A short time later Margo called him for lunch. He glared at her
as he ate his soup and sandwich.
"Stop glaring at me. All I did was make you dress as you are. You
are more female than male and I just helped you achieve the role
you have. You are a stay at home wife to Marie and you might as
well get used to that fact. I do love your shiny nails. They add to
your appearance a lot."
He didn't answer her. He was getting even angrier. It was
starting to boil up in him. He finished lunch and headed for his
computer room. He tried to unzip the dress but couldn't slide it
down far enough to get the dress off.
He played a couple of games on the computer, then went on the
Internet. At one site he wanted to make a note of something. He
opened his desk drawer and grabbed a pen. It was right next to the
scissors.
He made the note and then it dawned on him. He grabbed the
scissors and went into the bathroom. He knew Marie had worn nail
polish for a day and hadn't liked it and had removed it, so there
must be something to get it off. He looked in the drawers and in
the second drawer found a bottle that said polish remover. He tried
it and was surprised at how fast he had the nail polish off.
Then he started to cut the curls and waves off his head. Twenty
minutes later there was a pile of hair on the floor. He headed for
the bedroom and he was steaming yet. In the bedroom he started more
cutting.
A half hour later there was a huge pile of cloth strips on the
floor. He had even cut the nylons into pieces. He dressed in his
men's clothes, still angry.
He went looking for Margo. He found her in the kitchen. "There is
a mess in the bathroom and in our bedroom. If you know what is good
for you, you will get it cleaned immediately! If you call Marie
you will be the sorriest woman in town! Now GET GOING!"
He watched as she scooted towards the bathroom and bedroom. He
felt better but he was still angry. He went to his computer to work
off his anger. He found he was still boiling so he shut his
computer down and went out to the back yard. He hadn't been out
there in ages.
He sat on the glider and forcefully pushed it with his feet. He
was still angry but was settling down somewhat. He was still
swinging when Marie came out by him. She took one look at him and
thought he looked like a madman, with his hair so uneven and the
look of anger in his eyes.
"What happened to you? Why did you do this?"
"I did it because I wanted to. You went too far! You could have
stopped it in its tracks but you didn't! You encouraged it! I don't
care what you do, I have had enough! If you can't accept who I am
then something will have to be done about it! I don't care!"
She sat down next to him on the glider. "Oh. John, I am sorry.
When I saw you wearing that pretty dress I just got carried away.
You know you did look pretty. You didn't put up any strong protest
so I thought I would help you by making you look prettier than you
were. If I'd known it was upsetting you that much I would never
have allowed it to continue. I love you, that you should know. I
know you are not pushy or strong willed and I guess I forgot you
have feelings like the rest of us. Please forgive me, please!"
He was feeling better now. "I guess I can forgive you if the
dress wearing is over."
"Your days of wearing a dress are over. I will assure you of
that. You really do need to do something about your hair though."
(c) 2006 by Margaret Jeanette
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