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Danielle and I didn't have sex for almost two weeks after I moved in. I
would try to interest her while we were in bed, but she couldn't be
bothered. I asked her about one Thursday as we sat on the couch together.
"What?" she asked, with total reprehension in her voice.
"Well, Danni, we haven't had sex in almost two weeks. I want to know if
everything is ok," I said hesitantly.
"Are you kidding me? Are you really asking me that? Is that all this
relationship is about: sex?"
"No, Danni, that's not what I mean," I replied, my face turning red. I
was sorry I had asked. She was getting upset.
"Well, if you really want to know, you haven't been here."
She was right. Since I returned to work I had been swamped. I had not
been getting home until seven or eight o'clock. Things had gotten really
busy, and I had to stay late to get them done. I hadn't even unpacked my
stuff. It was still in boxes in the bedroom.
"How am I supposed to feel attracted to you when you aren't even fucking
here? Huh? You just want to come home, eat and fuck?!? Is that it? You
don't think about my needs. You aren't worried about poor old Danielle,
sitting at home alone until all hours of the night! You're just worried
about you! You selfish twit," her lip curled as she hissed out the final
word. The anger shone clearly in her eyes. She was pissed.
"And look at you! How am I supposed to be attracted to you?" she sneered
as she looked me up and down. "You think you look nice in that crappy t-
shirt and ratty, baggy jeans?"
I looked at the clothes I was wearing as she spoke. I was wearing a t-
shirt that said "CHIC MAGNET" on it, a pair of loose fitting jeans with
holes in them, white socks and a pair of old, brown slippers. I looked at
Danielle. She wore a tight blue, v-neck angora sweater, short corduroy
skirt, a pair of stockings and a pair of brown, four-inch heels. Sitting
next to her, I felt like a bum.
"Answer me! You think you look good?!"
"Danielle, I was just trying to be comfortable-"
"Comfortable! Comfortable! You stupid sack of shit! What do you mean
COMFORTABLE?!? You don't think you should try to look nice for me? You
think you should wear those ugly crappy clothes? Huh?!"
With that, she stood up and stormed into the bedroom. She stormed back
into the living room carrying a box.
"HERE!" she yelled as she walked to the window. "Here's your crappy, ugly
clothes! Take this shit and GET OUT!" She turned the box upside down, and
all my underwear fell out the window, followed by the box.
"Hey! What the hell are you doing?!?" I yelled as I ran over to the
window.
Danielle's hand quickly found my cheek, as she backhanded me.
"Don't you dare use that language towards me, you useless sack of shit!"
She let another slap fly, hitting my other cheek. "You don't use that
language towards me, you fucking terd!" She hit me again.
"Get the fuck out! Get out of here!" she hit me a fourth time. "Don't
come back until you know your role! Don't fucking come back until you
know how to treat me! Don't come back here until you remember who you are
living with! GET OUT! GET OUT NOW!"
Danielle grabbed me by my hair and dragged me to the door. In one swift
motion she opened the door as threw me out. My coat and keys quickly
followed.
"You can come back when you can properly respect me!" With that, she
slammed the door shut.
The thud reverberated around the hallway. I put my hand to my face. My
cheeks hurt from where Danielle had hit me. I had never seen her so
angry, or forceful. I stood up and put on my coat as I began to walk down
the hall. I didn't know what else to do.
I went down and tried to gather my underwear. My boxers were all dirty
and wet, as it had been raining earlier. People looked at me as they
walked past. I could feel my cheeks turning red. I couldn't tell if that
was because of embarrassment or because of Danielle's hitting me.
I stopped trying to salvage any of my underwear. It was useless; they
were all too soiled and dirty. I just rammed them back into the box, and
set out looking for a dumpster. I found one around the corner and quickly
deposited the box inside. I figured I would just have to get new ones at
some point.
I walked for hours, thinking about what Danielle had said. I remembered
the way she said I was unattractive, and how all I wanted was to eat and
"fuck". I thought of the time together when she had dressed me up. I
remembered how much we had enjoyed each other's company, and how great
the sex had been.
As I walked, I made a decision. I knew she was right about me not looking
good. I didn't feel attractive the way I was dressed, and I wanted so
much to be pretty for my Danielle. She was right about my work schedule
as well. That was part of the reason I had been dressing so sloppily at
night. I knew what I would have to do in order to make it up to Danielle.
It was one in the morning before I made it back to the apartment. All the
lights were off, and the bedroom door was closed. I turned on the light
next to the front door. There on the couch was a blanket and pillow. Even
in her anger, Danielle took care of me. I knew I loved her so much. And I
knew I had to make it up to her.
The next day, I was up before Danielle. I had a reminder of the night's
fight by way of a bruise on my left cheek.
I left all of the stuff ready for her breakfast. I left her a note,
telling her I was sorry, and to please forgive me. It also said that if
she could make it home by 5:30, I would try to make it up to her.
That day, at work, I went to my boss. I explained to her that I had been
working too much, and that as a result other areas of my life were
suffering. I told her that I needed to cut back. I explained that I
understood my position in the company might suffer as a result, but other
things in life were more important. I guess she felt bad for me (maybe
because of my bruise) because she agreed to me cutting back on my hours.
She also told me to go home and rest.
I didn't go home, though. I went to the grocery store and got some
special ingredients. As I drove by the mall I had a delightful idea.
"Can I help you sir?" asked the woman in the swanky lingerie store as I
walked in.
"Yes. Do you have anything frilly and girly. I am trying to make up with
my girlfriend, and I think she would like it if I got something nice for
her to enjoy." ("On me," I thought).
"Certainly sir. What size is your girlfriend?"
"Well, she is exactly my size," I said, looking down at the ground as I
spoke. For some reason I was getting nervous, when just a few minutes ago
I had had so much courage.
"Oh. I think I understand. Why don't you come with me dear," said the
saleslady as she took my hand.
We walked throughout the store. She pointed out various pretty
undergarments, but none of them seemed right. Then she pointed out the
most delicious thing in the store.
"And this? Do you like this?" she asked.
It was a complete set. There was a pink tanga panty. It was silk, with
frills along the edges. The middle of the crotch had a big red kiss. On
top of this went a little tutu. It was all frills and lace, and just
wrapped along the waist. Dangling from the sides were garter straps,
which were designed to connect to the matching stockings, which had
kisses running along the legs in a spiral. The bra was all satin, with
holes for the nipples. The minute I saw it, I got butterflies in my
stomach. I gasped slightly at just how perfect it was.
"So, you like it?"
"It is perfect," I said as I picked up each piece into my hand.
"Well, dear, what size are you?" the saleslady asked.
I nervously glanced up at her. My cheeks began to get flushed again. I
couldn't make eye contact with her, and my eyes quickly darted back to
the floor.
"It's ok dear. Just tell me your size. Or do you need me to measure you?
You know what, let's do that. I think you should know your size."
Once again the saleslady was leading me by the hand. She took me to the
back of the store and took out a tape measure. In no time, she had
measured each part of my body, and had written down my measurements on a
piece of paper. We walked back to the display, and the saleslady picked
out the appropriate sizes. Soon I had paid and was getting ready to
leave.
"Hold on to this dear. It will be very handy later," she said as she
handed the paper to me.
"Thank you," I said with true gratitude in my voice.
As I left the store I had a bounce in my step. I was certain that
Danielle would like this outfit, assuming she was willing to talk to me.
It had been the whole day, and I hadn't heard from her.
I stopped in my tracks. I suddenly realized what I had just done. I had
purchased women's underwear for myself. I had never done that before.
Before, I had done it with Danielle's assistance. Now I had done it for
myself. I pondered what that meant, daintily swinging my bag as I walked
to the car. By the time I pulled out of the lot, I had stopped thinking
about it, focusing instead on the other things I had to get done before
Dnaielle got home.
When I got back to the apartment, it was about noon. It took all of the
self control I had not to immediately put on my new outfit. I knew I had
to work steadily until Danielle got home if I wanted to get everything
done. So I put my bag in the bedroom and set about my tasks.
I started doing laundry and cleaning the house. It was a little messy, as
I had not cleaned for two weeks. I scrubbed the entire house. I did the
dishes, and by three-thirty began getting dinner ready. When I was
finished that, I went to the bedroom again. I put away all of my clothes
and took the boxes to the garbage.
By the time I was all done it was four o'clock. I was worried I wouldn't
be ready by the time Danielle got home. I laid out my new outfit, and
then set out to find nice clothes to wear. I got out the tight fitting
jeans Danielle had said she liked. I then rifled through my other
clothes, looking for a top. I came across a wool, powder blue turtleneck.
I took it out and put it with the other clothes on the bed. I found a
pair of shoes with a slight heel, and put them at the bottom of the bed.
I stripped naked and scampered to the bathroom. I turned on the water
super hot. As the bathroom filled with steam, I remembered what Danielle
had said about being clean inside and out.
I looked under the sink and found another douche bottle. I lubed my
asshole and slipped in the tip. I squeezed the bottle into my ass, and
soon I was filled with water. I let it go after a few moments, feeling
the release as it pumped from my intestines. I wiped down the toilet
again, and then got into the shower.
As I showered, I shaved my body with Danielle razor. My hair had only
slightly begun to grow back, so it didn't take very long. My dick started
to get stiff as I ran the razor over my body. Soon I was smooth again.
When I stepped out, I put lotion on my smooth skin. It felt good as I ran
my hands over my smooth skin. I liked the sweet smell of the lotions as I
applied it. I went to the sink to put on some facial moisturizer.
I went back to the bedroom and saw that it was 4:45. I gently put on my
new undergarments. I pulled the tonga panties up, tucking my now chubby
dick inside. I pulled it back with my balls and tried to arrange them so
they would be out of the way. I pulled on the little tutu, and then
slipped on the bra. I arranged it so my nipples stuck out the holes. I
gave each one a little tweak once the bra was in place so they would
stick out. I pulled on my stocking, making sure to properly attach the
garters. When I was done I was thankful to the saleslady for her help.
Everything fit perfectly.
I slid on my jeans, feeling the denim pull my beautiful new underwear
close into my body. I slipped the turtleneck over my head, and then
slipped my shoes. I went back to the bathroom to do my hair.
I tried to arrange my hair so it fell nicely around my face. As I was, I
noticed the bruise on my cheeks. I decided it didn't look nice, and that
I had to cover it.
I looked under the sink and found some foundation Danielle had there. I
applied it, but thought my face looked pale as a result. I hustled to the
bedroom and found some blush in one of Danielle's drawers. Right next to
it was a tube of lip gloss. I took them both and headed back to the
bathroom. I applied the blush, and then tried to apply the lip gloss.
After two tries, I got it right, so that when I puckered my lips they
looked full and kissable.
When I came out of the bathroom, it was 5:20. I pulled the wine from the
fridge, uncorking it so it could breathe. I fixed the salad, and checked
on the fish and vegetable to make sure they were cooking properly.
Everything looked good, and on schedule.
I set the table, and lit two candles. I lowered the lights and put on
some soft music in the background. Everything seemed perfect.
At 5:45 I heard Danielle's key in the door. I stood in the middle of the
apartment, with a nervous smile on my face. I wanted her to love me. I
wanted her to be happy. I would do anything I could to ensure that.
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