Get Some Exercise free porn video

Get Some Exercise By Margaret Jeanette Margaret Jennings was almost at climax. Her husband John was busy with his tongue addressing her needs. She looked down at his blond hair and smiled. At least his tongue was longer than his penis was. He wasn't well-endowed, and she'd let him know it. She had met him while in school, and he was the first boyfriend she'd ever had. He worked at a convenience store and he was on the runty side, but she loved him. She couldn't help but think that he wasn't much of a man though. He had proposed to her a week before graduation and they'd moved to her home town, where her father was the town's leading citizen. Her father was killed during a foiled bank robbery, and she inherited his holdings, which included over half the buildings in the town's downtown district. Her father had been a shrewd businessman, and she was a chip off the old block. John had worked at a self-serve gas station but had been let go when customers complained that he was rude to them. Since then all he'd done was sit and watch television all day. She wished he would at least get some exercise. The only exercise he got was what he was doing right now, pleasuring her. The next day at work she thought about John. She had to get him to exercise. She walked at least five miles a day in her job and stayed in shape. He was getting flabby and needed to tone his body. She had talked to him over four dozen times, telling him he should exercise even if it was only going for a walk. He still just sat and watched television all day. She had to shock him into action. When she got home she talked to Mrs. Block, who was her maid. Mrs. Block cleaned and did the cooking. Mrs. Block agreed he was just about useless as a man. She agreed he had to be shocked into getting some exercise. She suggested that he learn to cook and that way he would at least be doing some moving. Margaret agreed that she should show him how to cook. As they were eating supper Margaret said, "You really do need to get some exercise. You can't keep sitting and watching television all day. Mrs. Block has agreed to teach you to cook. That way you will at least move around some." "Come on now! Why would I want to learn to cook?" "You WILL learn to cook or I will take more drastic action." "I am not going to learn to cook!" It was quiet after that, and when she finished eating she left for about a half hour. At bedtime when he took off his under shorts she said she would take them. She took them and when he opened his dresser drawer all he saw was lacy panties in there. He asked where his under shorts had gone, and she told him she took them and he was going to wear what was in there or else. He didn't like it but put on a pair of panties. In bed Margaret started the foreplay. When she reached between his legs she exclaimed that he was larger than he ever was before. She told him he must like panties. He told her she was crazy. She pushed his head between her legs and he got busy. He brought her to two orgasms before she released the pressure on his head. The next morning she reminded him that he was to start learning how to cook today. He said he wasn't going to learn to cook. She said he either started or things would get worse. He repeated he wasn't going to learn to cook. When Mrs. Block told him to come start learning how to cook, he told her he wasn't interested in learning how to cook. He stayed sitting watching television. When Margaret got home Mrs. Block told her what he'd said and Margaret said she would take care of it. She was perturbed that he wouldn't even try to learn something, but she was prepared for it. At supper she asked, "Why didn't you even observe Mrs. Block as she prepared supper?" "I was watching the History Channel and they had a program on about great blunders of World War II. You know I love watching programs about all the different wars." "You should have at least watched how she makes supper. What do you know about cooking?" "I don't anything about cooking and I am not interested in learning." "You are going to learn to cook or else. I am not kidding. I will take appropriate action to get you to start doing something around here beside sit all day." That night when he was going to take his shower she told him she had a special lotion for him to try. She helped him get it on his back and he covered his body with it. She told him that he had to let it sink into his skin for about six or seven minutes before getting into the shower. He did and then got in the shower. He was just about in shock when all of his body hair left him. Even his pubic hair came out. He was hairless from the neck down. He was getting angry but when he got out of the shower and saw the angry look on Margaret's face he knew better than to complain. "The panties didn't remind you that I meant what I said so we have to make sure you remember. I am adding to your wardrobe and you better pay attention!" She glued breast forms to his chest then helped him get a bra on, telling him he was to wear a bra except when he took his evening shower. He felt stupid wearing a bra but he didn't say anything to Margaret about it. He didn't want to make her any angrier than she already was right now. He was surprised at how heavy the breast forms felt. He told her this was blackmail and she retorted that he had been warned that drastic action would be taken. He had been told that he better start doing as requested tomorrow or he would be sorry. He said he didn't want to learn to cook. The next morning he couldn't button his shirt over his breasts, so Margaret got him to wear one of her plain white blouses with a camisole on under it. He didn't care if Mrs. Block saw it or not. She saw him and noticed his breasts and the fact he was wearing a woman's blouse but didn't say anything. When she said she was going to start supper he didn't move. Then the doorbell rang. It was two deliverymen delivering a new television set. It was a high definition wide screen television. He was thrilled to be getting this television. The delivery men said it would take them about a half hour to forty-five minutes to set it up. He watched as they set it up. Margaret arrived home as they were finishing. She asked if they did everything she requested and they assured her they did. He didn't hear them tell her a code for the television to work. She talked to Mrs. Block and asked if she had everything ready. She said she did and she said that she should be there tomorrow morning at seven. Mrs. Block assured her that she would be there. As they ate supper she told him he had really let her down. She said tomorrow he was to help Mrs. Block all day and that included cleaning and cooking. She said he was to think of it as his new job. "You have to be kidding! You think I am going to clean and cook! You have a wild imagination if you think I am going to clean and cook." "Tomorrow you are going to start learning how to be a good junior maid. There is no discussion about it. You will do what Mrs. Block tells you or else!" "You have to be kidding! How do you think you are going to get me to be Mrs. Block's assistant. She is the maid and I am your husband." "I will tell you that I gave her permission to do whatever she has to so you help her. I wouldn't get her angry as she is much stronger than you are physically. You wouldn't take my advice and exercise so you got weaker." He knew she was probably right but he was going to resist her as much as possible. He wondered why Margaret was so angry with him. He decided to have a talk with her after supper. After supper she left and returned later carrying some bags that she took to the bedroom. "Why are you doing this to me? I want to know!" "For starters, all you do is sit and watch television. There is a life out there. Also I can't see you just being a dead weight around here. I tried to get you to exercise and you wouldn't have any part of it. I am positive you could have found some job but you wouldn't even go look for one. I don't know what your problem is but it has to change. You have to change and if you aren't going to do anything about it, I am! So, get it in your head that you are going to help Mrs. Block. She is over sixty and she isn't going to be here always. I will tell you I promised her a weeks paid vacation if she gets you to where you can keep this place halfway clean and cook the meals." "There is no way I am going to help her. If you are that serious about me getting a job I will go look for one." "You had over six months to look for a job. Now I have found you one as Mrs. Blocks assistant. You are going to be her assistant so face it and do the best job possible. Now get ready for bed because you have a busy day tomorrow." The next morning when he got up Margaret handed him a garter belt and nylons telling him that was what maids wore. He grumbled as he put them on. Margaret didn't say anything to him. Then she handed him a pair of black flats telling him if he didn't want to wear those he didn't have to but if he didn't then it would be a pair of black heels. He put on the black flats and his whole face changed when he saw Mrs. Block walk in carrying a fat garment bag. She unzipped it and he saw a fancy lacy black French maids dress along with a multi-layered petticoat. Margaret helped him get the petticoat on and then Mrs. Block helped him with the dress. She zipped up the back and he heard a snap as she snapped the top shut. He thought she had locked it on him. Margaret told Mrs. Block to use the heels if he didn't co-operate. Then she left for work Mrs. Block told him he had fifteen minutes to decide if he wanted to clean carpeting or dust or clean the bathroom. He told her to forget it. He went and turned the television on. All he saw on the screen was a picture asking for the unlock key. Now he realized she had the delivery men lock the television so he couldn't watch it. He sat sulking. Mrs. Block came in and asked him nicely what he wanted to clean. He said he wasn't going to clean anything. He couldn't move fast enough to avoid her grabbing his arm and lifting him from the chair. She spun him around and whacked his bottom a good one. It stung and he knew he was in for trouble. She forced him to walk alongside of her into the bedroom. She pushed him onto the bed and soon had his flats off and a pair of three inch heels on his feet. Then she stood him up and asked him again what he wanted to clean. He said he wasn't going to clean. She swatted his rear again and repeated the shoe exchange only this time locking a pair of five inch heels on his feet. When she stood him up he again refused to say what he wanted to clean. She started swatting him with a hairbrush. After eight swats he was crying real tears and after eleven he said he would clean the carpeting. She gave him two more swats and then let go of him. He went to take a step and almost fell. She grabbed his arm and told him to take short steps to get used to the heels. He begged her to take them off his feet but she said she didn't know where the key was. She led him to where the vacuum cleaner was stored and he took it and she told him to start in the living room and then the hallway and then the bedrooms. He slowly was doing the living room. He saw her check on him twice and smiled to himself that she had not caught him goofing off. He finished the living room and was doing the hallway when he saw her making up the bed. He did the spare bedroom and then when he entered the bedroom he saw she had finished in there. His legs were starting to ache big time so he shut the vacuum off and sat on the edge of the bed. Mrs. Block was there almost immediately asking what the problem was. He told her his legs were hurting and she told him to get busy or they wouldn't get finished with today's chores. He got up and started the vacuum and when he got on the other side of the bed he sat down but left the vacuum running reaching forward to do what he could reach from there. He finished the carpets and put the cleaner away, then sat down. Mrs. Block was right there handing him a rag and a bottle of furniture polish and telling him to get busy dusting. He sat whenever he could to dust but did manage to get the dusting done. Mrs. Block gave the room a once over and said he'd done all right. She told him to start cleaning the bathroom and not to forget the toilet. He said he'd done enough cleaning and he wasn't doing any more. She pulled on his arm and he had to go with her or risk a broken ankle. She pulled him into the kitchen area where she grabbed a long wooden spoon and started swatting his rear again. She swatted until he agreed to do whatever she said. Tears were flowing freely down his cheeks as he headed toward the bathroom. He found everything necessary under the bathroom sink and started cleaning. He started to notice the sparkle of everything and worked to make the whole room sparkle. He finished just as Mrs. Block appeared in the doorway. "You really did an excellent job in here. The room looks great. But as long as we're in here, there's something else that has to be done." She reached into a drawer and pulled out something that he didn't recognize. She grabbed his chin and squeezed. Soon he had a thick coat of lipstick on his lips. "A woman never goes out of the house without lipstick on and a maid is never seen by anyone without lipstick on. Lipstick is your new best friend, do you understand? I never want to see you without your lipstick looking fresh?" He agreed that he understood, and she said it was time to make lunch. He watched as she made lunch. Soon they were enjoying a delicious lunch. "Now, I always start supper right after lunch. You are going to help me prepare tonight's meal. I am sorry I had to spank you but you had it coming. There were other ways but I didn't have time to use them. Hopefully I won't have to use force any more." "I will do what you say. I don't need another spanking. My rear is still sore from the last one." "I really am sorry about that. Now you have to redo your lipstick after you eat and before you see anyone except me. I do expect you to look nice when I see you though. Looking your best is a sign of respect for anyone you see." He finished eating and when he went to redo his lipstick she knew the hurdle had been crossed. They started supper with her explaining everything and he peeled the potatoes and watched in fascination as she expertly got everything just right and started it cooking. She explained you wanted the food to cook slow, but not so long as to ruin its consistency. The supper stated she said there was something else he had to learn. She took him into the living room and did a fancy curtsy. "A junior maid does a lot of curtsies. You will curtsy until you have it down. Now, I want you to curtsy to me so I can see that you can do it right. A sloppy curtsy is a sign of disrespect and a good curtsy shows you know who and what you are. Now, let's get started!" He did curtsies until his legs started to hurt. He was getting it down but it was slow progress. She told him what was wrong with each one. He never knew it was such a big deal. After fifteen minutes he had it down and she told him to take a break and then they would continue. "Now, you will curtsy every time you see anyone, including Mrs. Jennings, and every time you leave their presence. Also every time anyone gives you an order. It is a sign that you understand what they said, like a salute in the army. I expect you to show Mrs. Jennings that you learned something today. The better you show her, I am sure, the better she will like you. Now, let's see some good curtsies!" He did five perfect curtsies and she was all smiles. She told him to polish the table and chairs in the dining area. The table went very well and soon had a great shine. Each chair took forever to do with the spindles and everything. He finished just as Margaret was to get home. Mrs. Block reminded him that his lipstick had to look just right. He went to refresh it. He stared at himself in the mirror and wondered why his wife had done this to him. Then he thought about all the times she had said for him to exercise and to do something productive. He remembered her telling him he was unproductive around the house, and he had to agree. He tried to think of when he lost the will to go out, and when he lost the will to do any sort of job. He felt ashamed that he had completely given up on everything. He admitted to himself that watching television wasn't the best thing for him, then laughed that he hadn't missed television today. He made himself a vow that he would do the best job possible, and win Margaret back. Margaret came home and Mrs. Block told her he was coming along great but that she would have to be strict with him. Mrs. Block said it had started slow but he did soon get into the swing of things. The two women heard his heels as he came into their presence. Margaret almost laughed as he curtsied to her and said, "Good Evening, Margaret." "I think you should address me as Mrs. Jennings." He did another curtsy and addressed her as instructed. She noticed his lipstick and the heels on his feet. She knew Mrs. Block must have had a real time to get him to co-operate. He set the table for supper and as Mrs. Block was leaving he curtsied to her and she gave him the OK sign. For some reason he felt a feeling of pride when she did that. She wasn't so bad after all. "Well, how was your first day as a maid?" "It started rough but it got better as the day went on. Mrs. Block isn't so bad after all. She sure wants things done just so though." "Yes, she is really great on the small things that make a difference in how things look. I know she has high standards. She said you were coming along great but I see by your heels that you did give her some grief." "You have to admit this isn't something that happens every day. I don't really like it but I have no choice in the matter. For your information I now see that you did warn me enough times, and I am going to change. Do you think I could change back, to really go out to get a real job?" "Why would you want a different job? Here you have a job and it's an important job. Here all you have to do is please me. If you please me then I will see to it that you are rewarded. It shouldn't be hard to please me, now should it?" "But why do I have to be a maid?" "Because that is what I really need. I don't need anyone to do yard work, that is what we pay the lawn service for, and as far as the pool goes the pool service people are doing a great job on it. So you see, the only place there's something to do is to help Mrs. Block. I will make you a deal, and that is, if you can find a job that pays more than minimum wage you are free to take it. How does that sound?" "That sounds great, but how am I going to find one if I'm wearing a maid's uniform?" "I'll make you a deal on that. If you do a good job as a maid then I'll get you some clothes to wear so you don't have to wear the uniform to a job interview." "Thank you, that sounds a lot better." "By the way, Margo is coming tonight to do my hair and I asked her if she could do something with yours. She agreed, so she'll be doing yours also." "I know it has to be four months since I had my hair cut. I was going to wear it long, but not this long. I was going to get it cut but I never got around to it." "No, you were too busy watching television!" "Speaking of television, why is it on lock-out? What is the code?" "I know the code and if you do a good job as a maid then I may tell you the code, but if you goof up after I tell you the code then I will change it and you will never get it again." "What is the code?" "You have to earn the right to the code. The best way to earn it is to keep me happy. The best way to keep me happy is not to fight anything I tell you." They finished supper and he cleaned up the mess. As he started the dishwasher he wondered how he was going to keep her happy. He decided to not argue with her no matter what she told him. Margo arrived to do their hair and when she looked at him she told Margaret that she had the perfect style for him. She said she would start on him first so she could do her hair as his was setting. She got right to work on him. He asked why she was putting rollers in his hair and she said he was getting a perm. She said that was what Margaret told her to do and if he didn't want it he had to convince Margaret to change her mind. He didn't want to argue with Margaret. She finished with the first part of his perm and he curtsied to her as he went into the living room. He curtsied to Margaret and told her Margo was ready for her. She thought the curtsy was so cute. Margo was done with Margaret's trim in no time and he was back in the chair. She said they had time to wait for the perm to set, so she was going to show him how to apply make-up. By the time she was done he had put on his own make-up well enough to please Margo. She told him he could have all the cosmetics she'd used. She then got to work on his hair. She finished, and when she showed him his hair he couldn't believe that he had shoulder length hair with a wave and curls at the end. He wasn't going to tell her that he thought it looked great. She asked him if he wanted her to do his nails and was surprised when he said that with all that was done to him already his nails might as well be done also. She had him show her his nails and suggested false nails, and told him the advantages of false nails. She told him she could make them look just great. He agreed, telling her to do whatever she thought best. She applied medium length false nails and when she was done he had soft pink nails done in a French style. He looked at them and thought they made his fingers look so much longer. She congratulated him on his total new look and said he was a perfect client. He smiled at her and thanked her. Margo called Margaret back in, and when Margaret saw him she couldn't believe it was him. She praised Margo's talent and said that whatever it cost, it was worth it. Margo left, and he was in the bathroom putting his cosmetics in his own drawer. He thought it was odd to see them next to his shaving supplies. Then he took a close look at himself in the mirror. He couldn't believe there was a man under all that make-up. Then when he entered the living room where Margaret was watching television he curtsied. She smiled at him and told him to come sit by her. "You sure learned a lot today. You are now officially off-duty. I will unlock your heels so you can go put on the flats." It took him less than fifteen seconds to get the shoes off. He was amazed at how quickly his legs felt better walking in the flats. He returned to the living room to watch television. "Tell me, if you go looking for a job, what kind of job are you going to look for?" "I think I know cash registers pretty well, so a clerking job of some sort. It really doesn't matter where as long as it pays more than minimum wage, right?" "Yes, but there aren't a lot of jobs out there. Maybe a fast food place, but they have a huge turnover in help. I don't think you would like to work in one of those. Watch the paper and see if a store is looking for help is my best suggestion. I still think your best bet is to stay here. You are more of a house person than anything else." He had to agree with her but he didn't want to stay a maid. He thought about how his day had gone and in some ways he was proud of the job he'd done, but there still was the fact that he was reduced to being a maid. He wore the same nightgown he wore last night and fell asleep immediately. Margaret smiled when she realized how tired he must be. She wondered if she had done the right thing. The next morning he was up early, and when he looked into the mirror in the bathroom he saw most of his make-up had survived the night, except for his foundation and blush. He carefully re-applied it. He surprised Margaret with breakfast in bed. She was totally shocked that he would do something like that. It was far from being a fancy breakfast, but she enjoyed it tremendously. She never expected him to do something like this. She was starting to enjoy the curtsies. She wondered why he was doing them so often though. When Mrs. Block arrived she was awed over the change in his appearance. She showered praise on him for allowing the changes. He was afraid to tell her why he'd allowed it. He didn't want her to know it was only because he figured that was the fastest way to get back to being a man and dressing as a man and watching television. He did the living room carpet, a daily chore. Then she told him today was laundry day. She showed him how to sort the clothes and told him she always did the whites first, then the towels as she hung out the whites. She said she dried the towels in the dryer as they were softer then. She said the whites and colors were hung out weather permitting, because that way they smelled fresher, and it was a simple matter of adding detergent and fabric softener to the wash load. He learned the procedure fast. He was going to show Margaret that he could do something useful and also show her that there wasn't anything she could do to him that would change his love for her. At noon they had a light lunch and he asked Mrs. Block about her life. She told him she'd been married and that her husband had died from cancer. She said she now rented a very small one bedroom house that was just big enough for her. This made him think of the apartment above the garage that the previous owner's son who was in his twenties had lived in. It was a four room apartment with a large living room/kitchen area. He made a mental note to talk to Margaret about letting her live there. They had to heat it in the winter to keep the pipes from freezing, and it was sitting empty and unused. That night when he talked to Margaret about it she thought it was a great idea. She told him to show Mrs. Block the apartment to see if she was interested in it. She was surprised that he would bring something like this up and wondered why she had never thought of it. Then she let him know what she thought they would do tonight. "After supper and you clean up we are going shopping for some new clothes for you. You can't continue to wear that uniform every day. You need some more clothes and my clothes are just a little too large for you. I think you take one or two sizes smaller than I do." As they were shopping he noticed everything she offered him to wear was either black or white. He tried on a white blouse and black sheath skirt two sizes smaller than Margaret took and they fit perfectly. Margaret let him keep them on and he felt less conspicuous than wearing the maid's uniform. They bought black skirts and fancy white blouses for him to wear. When he asked why all the blouses were so fancy she said that was so it was easier to tell their blouses apart. Margaret also found four small white lace-trimmed gauzy aprons for him to wear. He wondered what she was up to when she bought him a bright scarlet dress trimmed with ruffles, then had him get heels to match. He was afraid to ask why she was getting that for him. When she stopped at the jewelry counter he knew this was bad. She never wore much jewelry and he knew any purchases would be for him. The clerk told him to sit in a small chair and soon he had two studs adorning his ears. He didn't know what to think as the clerk explained how to care for his ears. He saw Margaret pick out some more jewelry and wondered why she was getting so much. He was happy when she said they could check out now. At the check out there was a sign that read 'Help Wanted- Cash register experience a plus.' He wondered if he should apply, then decided against it as it was a women's wear store. Margaret saw him looking at the sign. In the car she asked him if he was thinking about checking into the job at the store. He admitted the thought had crossed his mind but he'd decided he would remain at home. Margaret wondered if he was by now afraid to go out into the world. The next morning he again served Margaret breakfast in bed. He was wearing a black skirt with a very lacy white blouse. His apron was a sharp contrast to his skirt. The thought crept into Margaret's mind that he was prettier than she was. When Mrs. Block arrived he was busy doing the living room. He finished, and she said to do the kitchen woodwork, cupboards, and counters. He got right to work on it. At lunch he couldn't wait any longer. "What is your first name? I only know you as Mrs. Block." "It is Mary. You can call me Mary if you like because after all we are working together." "Well. Mary, after lunch we have a different area to clean. It is an area I don't think you have ever been. I hope you will like it." "I think I've seen every area of your house. Where is this area?" "You'll find out. We will need the vacuum and cleaners for a kitchen. I will carry the vacuum if you can carry the other cleaners." After the lunch clean-up she saw him grab a small set of keys. He led her outside to a door which he unlocked, and there was a set of stairs. At the top of the stairs he unlocked another door. They entered the apartment. She was surprised to see it. They got busy cleaning, with him vacuuming the whole apartment and her cleaning the kitchen area. It took them two hours to get it cleaned spotless. Then they were finished. "Take a look around and see what you think of the place." She looked at the whole place, then he said, "Now that it's presentable, how would you like to live here?" "Do you really mean it? The living room/kitchen is bigger than my whole place now. I would have a room to set up my sewing. I can't afford a place this big!" "Oh, yes, the rent. Think of the rent as a bonus each month. If you want it the place is yours rent-free. It sits here unused and is worthless if it isn't used." "It's amazing! The landlord just informed me that he is raising the rent ten dollars a month on my place. Now this happens! I can't believe my luck! Nothing like this has ever happened to me!" "Well, then, I assume you will take it." "Oh, yes! Thank you very much! I love it!" He handed her the keys and she said she would move as soon as she could find someone to help her move the big and heavy stuff. He told her they would pay for movers to help her move. She was ecstatic over her luck. She gave him a tight hug and thanked him again. When Margaret got home she thanked her for the new apartment. Margaret told her it was John's idea not hers, but that she thought it was a great idea. She told her that she would set up the movers for her. Mrs. Block said she couldn't wait to move. That night at supper Margaret told him he was to have Sundays off from his maid duties. She asked him what he wanted to do Sunday, and he said just rest and relax. She knew that meant he wanted to watch television. She said she would contact a moving company to move Mrs. Block. In bed she started their foreplay as usual, and when she mounted him for the first time in their married life he hit the magic spot. She was so surprised she stopped her gyrations for a moment. This had never happened to her before and she loved it. If he could have read her mind he could have been back in his men's clothes in a flash. In the afterglow she was now more convinced than ever that she had done the right thing in changing him into a junior maid. He thought about how it really wasn't so bad, wearing skirts and blouses. He didn't care for those ridiculously high heels though. The next morning Mrs. Block was humming a tune as she arrived. She told both of them she couldn't wait to move. He was glad he had suggested she take the apartment. He thought she wasn't bad, even considering how she had treated him earlier. He admitted to himself that she was only doing what Margaret told her when she spanked him. They were cleaning when the phone rang. It was Margaret saying she had contacted the movers, and they said they could move her tomorrow. When he told Mary she was just bubbling over at the thought of moving so soon. The big project was cleaning the windows inside and out. At lunch they talked about how nice it would be with her living so close. She said she still couldn't believe her luck. Then she wanted to know how he really felt about wearing dresses. "I don't mind because we don't get a lot of company and it does please Margaret. I would rather wear slacks and shirts, but if this makes Margaret happy then I guess I can do it for her. She was after me for the longest time to exercise and to really look for a job, but I fell into the habit of watching television, and I have to admit I wasn't really worth much around here. I do wish she'd told me what the punishment would be if I didn't do what she said." "I think she thought of it on the spur of the moment and just took off with it. You do have to admit it is working. You are getting some exercise." "I will admit I do feel more alive now. Cleaning isn't exactly the hardest job in the world. The only thing is that I can clean wearing pants and a shirt as easily as what I am wearing now." "I think she put you into the maid's uniform to remind you that you are to clean and cook. If you wore pants and a shirt then all you would think of is what you were before." "By gosh, you are right! I never thought about that." "Well, my best advice is to enjoy what you can and try to turn the bad parts into good things. I always have good days because I decide when I get up that I am going to have a good day. I don't let things get me down!" "That's a great philosophy. I am going to do the same thing!" They finished cleaning early and he took the time to practice putting on his make-up. He was becoming very good at it. That night at supper Margaret was in heaven. She had just bought the strip mall on Harvey Street. Her father had attempted to buy it five years ago but they couldn't strike a deal. She had got it at her price and knew she had made a great deal. He then told her how excited Mary was to be moving tomorrow. Margaret said the movers rented space from her and were happy to have her business. She told him she'd gotten a special rate from them. . After he cleaned up the supper mess he went to be with Margaret in the living room. He curtsied to her, then sat down. "You can cut out the curtsies. It was cute at first but now it's getting old. I have to tell you that you are the prettiest one in the house. You look just darling in your outfits. I would never have believed it but now I can't remember exactly what you looked like as a man. Isn't that terrible?" "What is terrible is the fact that you can't let me clean wearing pants and a shirt. I can do the same job dressed as a man." "Now, you have to admit that you look like someone who cleans and cooks, don't you?" "I guess you are right. What would you like for supper tomorrow night?" "How about some chicken? We haven't had chicken in some time and I have a taste for it." "Chicken it is then. Mary explained to me how to cook to really bring the flavors out. I am sure I can do it!" Saturday morning, and Margaret usually went in until noon. She left as usual, and shortly after she left the moving truck backed into the driveway. He saw two burly men get out and then Mary, she had ridden over with them. He did the living room and went to start the chicken. He made dressing from the cookbook and washed the chicken as shown. Then he marinated it with the cherry sauce as instructed. He covered the whole chicken and put the chicken and uncooked dressing separately in the refrigerator. It was all ready when the time was right. He decided to go visit Mary. She was putting dishes away and told him she couldn't wait to set up her sewing room. They talked for some time and he invited her for supper, telling her he was making roast chicken with cherry sauce. Mary said she would be there. He noticed she didn't have a lot of belongings, that she didn't even have a television set. When he asked about it she said that when her husband was alive they watched television, but in her other place there really wasn't anywhere a television fit, so she gave it away. He couldn't believe anyone could survive without television. At noon he was telling Margaret about how Mary was settling in. He told her he had the chicken marinating and that he had invited Mary for supper. Margaret was surprised, because they had never invited anyone to any meals before. "You sure have changed, inviting someone to eat with us and with you being so pretty I can't get mad at you." "You could be just as pretty or prettier if you would just try some make-up." "I have never used make-up except for lipstick once in a great while. I don't even know how to put it on." "I could show you how I do it. Then you could see the difference it makes. I am sure if you only try it you will see how much difference it can make." "I am not interested in wearing make-up!" "Sure, I can wear it but you can't. You won't even try to see what it can do. You think you are so superior to me that you won't even let me try it on you!" He had never talked to her like that before, and he wondered if she was going to get angry with him for his remarks. He saw her get into one of her quiet modes and just knew she was mulling over what he had said. In the afternoon he started the chicken. He stuffed it and put it in the oven to roast under a low heat. Then he set the table using their good china and silverware. Margaret noticed, and he said it was to enhance the meal because he had never made a complete meal before. He cut the cranberry sauce and covered it and put it into the refrigerator. Then it was peeling the potatoes and starting them. Then it was the green beans. He then made the butter sauce for over the green beans from the cookbook. This was going to be a spectacular meal if he had anything to do with it. Mary arrived and he told her to go sit and talk with Margaret but she said she wanted to watch him prepare the meal. She sat on a stool at the counter and made small talk. He uncovered the chicken and turned up the heat to make the skin of the chicken crisp. Soon he lifted the chicken out of the pan and placed it on top of the stove and made the gravy. Then it was getting everything on the table. As they ate both Margaret and Mary praised how good everything was. Both of them said they never knew he had such talent. He felt proud, hearing the compliments. He had to admit everything had turned out just great. Mary and Margaret visited as he cleaned up. Margaret told Mary why she thought she did the right thing in putting him in dresses. Mary said she thought he had changed to where he would continue if she let him back into men's clothes. They talked about different relationships and how they affect others. Margaret knew Mary was dropping hints that she should let John wear what he wanted to wear. That night at bedtime Margaret told him what a great meal it was then told him that maybe he could do some make-up on her tomorrow. He was glad that she was at least willing to try something new. Sunday, she told him to wear the scarlet dress. He watched the Sunday morning news shows, then asked her when she wanted him to try to do her make-up. She told him it could wait until the afternoon. He couldn't wait. He wanted to see how she looked wearing make-up. She had worn lipstick for their wedding but that was all the make-up she ever wore. He looked at her and imagined what she would look like with her face done. He just couldn't picture her that way. It was the middle of the afternoon before she would allow him to try his hand at putting make-up on her. He started with foundation, making sure to get it just right. Then he used blush to highlight her cheeks. He took his time, and while doing her eyes he saw a different person was emerging. He explained each step, how it was better to use just a bit than to overdo it. When he used the lip liner pencil she asked why, and he explained why, then did her lips with a crimson lipstick that was kissproof. He asked, as long as he had done her face if he could do her nails in matching color to her lips. She didn't know why but she agreed. He eagerly went ahead and colored her nails. When he was done she stared at her nails. She had never worn nail polish before and now they looked so nice. It had taken him almost an hour and a half, but he was done. He was excited but worried that she wouldn't like it as she headed for the bathroom to see how she looked. When she looked in the mirror, she couldn't believe it was her. She wouldn't win any beauty contests, but she wasn't bad looking at all. She looked closely at her eyes and couldn't believe how much they had changed. She was experiencing completely different feelings that she had never had before. She felt feminine! She left the bathroom after over fifteen minutes of staring at herself. She went into the bedroom and changed into the best dress of the three she owned. It was a black knit dress with sparkles around the neckline. She put on the two inch black patent leather heels she had worn once before. When she came out he couldn't believe it was her. She was wearing a dress and heels and he could not remember the last time he had seen her in a dress. His jaw was slack as he mumbled how beautiful she was. She was smiling as she gave him a deep kiss. "Grab your purse; we are going out for supper." In the car she couldn't stop talking about how different she looked. She told him she'd never thought she looked pretty but now she felt pretty, and she thanked him profusely. He was going to ask her if he could go back to his men's clothes but he didn't want to spoil her exuberance. At the supper club a man came up to her and asked, "Is that really you, Margaret? You look so different! I have never seen you look so nice." Margaret introduced him to John as Clyde Morgan, the President of the bank. She said he was who she did over half of her business with. Clyde told her she was positively stunning in her outfit and he couldn't believe how nice she looked. As they were eating she said that maybe now she was the prettiest one in the house, and he was sure she would let him get back into his men's clothes. He waited, but she never said the words he wanted to hear. Then she dropped the bomb. "Tomorrow I want you to go to the store where we got your skirts and blouses and I want you to get yourself at least five more dresses. Get some that you can wear around the house and at least one evening dress. Get shoes to match and have Delores call me with the total." "Why do I have to do that? I don't need any more dresses!" "You stay at home, don't you? Who stays at home but the wife? You have to look like a wife and I won't have you looking any other way. This isn't anything to discuss, you WILL do it!" He was heart-broken. He was so sure his days in dresses were over. He felt let down. At home she gave him money for cab fare. She told him to pick pretty dresses and he wondered what it was going to take to get her to change her mind. The next morning he told Mrs. Block he had to leave for a short while. He took a cab and was surprised when he saw the store windows with banners declaring a close-out on all men's clothes. As he entered the store he remembered what Margaret had said about if he got a job paying more than minimum wage he could go back to his men's clothes. He saw the help wanted sign still there by the cash register and asked for a job application. The clerk said he had to see Delores Goodwin for that. She directed him to her office. "Hello, I am looking for a job and I saw your sign." "Sit down. What is your name?" "John Jennings" "Any relation to Margaret Jennings?" "Yes, she is my wife." "I knew she was a dominate personality but I never thought she was that dominate. Oh well, that is between you and her. Do you think you can handle a cash register?" "Yes. I clerked at several gas stations and handled the cash registers there. I am sure I can handle it." "I require my staff to wear clothes from the store. Is that a problem with you? I guess not, seeing how you are dressed now. Is that skirt and blouse from here?" "Yes, we got it last week. But you sell men's clothes, also!" "Yes, for just a little while yet. They are a money losing thing now so we are getting out of them. You will have to wear dresses for this job." He thought about it and decided to take the job anyway. He wouldn't be much different fromn what he was now, but he was going to get paid for it. "Well. I pay ten dollars an hour plus five per cent of sales and give a twenty-five per cent discount to my employees. When can you start if I hire you?" "Tomorrow is fine." "First I want to see how you handle a cash register. I have one over here. Let's see you ring up twenty-nine ninety and thirty-six forty seven. Total it and add the tax. Very good -- you do know how to handle a cash register. You can start tomorrow at nine and I'll have Carmen train you. Let me make you a name tag." She handed him a name tag and it read 'Jonnie'. He said he spelled his name J-O-H-N but she said he would need a feminine spelling as all they were going to sell was women's clothes. She told him he was to wear feminine dresses and asked if that was a problem. He quickly thought it through and told her it was not a problem. Then he said he was to pick out some dresses and she was to call Margaret for the payment details. He said he had no experience picking out dresses and she told him she would help him. She quickly had a half dozen dresses in the cart. They were all lacy or had ruffles or both. Then he said he was to get an evening dress and she said she knew exactly which one would look great on him. It was a clingy silk one that was light pink and had rhinestones decorating it. When he said he needed shoes to go with everything she soon had everything picked out. She told Carmen to ring it up and give him the employee discount. When she added that Carmen was going to train him tomorrow, Carmen told him congratulations. Then Delores said she had a great idea and led him over to the jewelry counter. She removed his studs and put a pair of super reflective dangly earrings on his ears, and then hooked a matching necklace around his neck. She told him it was a gift to her newest employee, sort of a signing bonus. He thanked her and she told him she would see him tomorrow. When he arrived home the cab driver helped him get everything into the house. Mrs. Block was impressed with all he had bought in such a short time. He wondered if he had done the right thing, then decided that it might be his only out. When he told Mrs. Block that he found a job she was happy for him. He told her now Margaret had said that he could get back into his men's clothes because he had a job that paid more than minimum wage. When Margaret arrived home he was wearing one of the new dresses. It was lavender with embroidered flowers on it. He was wearing a pair of lavender pumps with two inch heels. Margaret told him he looked wonderful and he said he was going to wear that otfit to work tomorrow. "Delores told me she had hired you but she didn't say anything about the fact you would be wearing a dress." "One of the rules is that you have to wear merchandise from the store and they are closing out the men's clothes. Delores wouldn't budge on me wearing men's clothes even if they were from the store. She said in probably two weeks I would have to wear a dress so I might just as well start now wearing a dress for work." "I think that is hilarious that you are going to go to work wearing a dress. You could have found a job as a man but you chose to find one as a woman. I never thought you were that brave." "Just where are they hiring men?" "No where in any job that you could handle, but at least you found a job. Congratulations!" At supper he said how glad he was now that he could at least wear men's clothes around the house. Margaret looked at him with surprise. "What do you mean? You are going to work as a woman, why would you change when you come home?" "You said if I got a job higher than minimum wage I could go back to wearing my men's clothes!" "That was before I knew you were going to get a job as a woman. If you are going to work as a woman then I expect you to stay as a woman. I don't expect you to switch back and forth. You will continue to keep wearing dresses." He was devastated. How could she go back on her word to him? He felt like he was going to be sick. For the first time on his life he wanted to hit her to knock some sense back into her. As he was taking his shower he thought about what had happened. He wondered why she was so adamant about him staying in dresses. He thought about how the dresses did feel nice once in awhile but not nice enough for him to want to wear them all the time. He decided it was time to have a strident talk with Margaret. He went to where she was in the living room, determined to get things straightened out. He was angry and wanted answers. "We have to talk. I want to know why you are going back on what you said. You did say if I got a job I could go back to wearing my men's clothes. Now you have changed that. Why?" "Now stop and think -- does it makes sense to change for a few hours and then go back to wearing what you were wearing? Also, I never thought you would get a job where you have to wear a dress. I am just saying that you look so natural in dresses now that you should stay in them. Look at you, now you are wearing dangly earrings and nail polish. Do you want to take everything off and then have to put it all back on a couple of hours later?" "That's not the question! You went back on what you said." "Don't you agree a woman can change her mind? I changed mine so there is nothing to talk about. Good night!" He walked away very angry. He knew she wasn't going to discuss it. He was tired and fell asleep faster than he thought he would. The next morning he got dressed and Margaret dropped him off at work. Carmen was a good teacher and soon he had the place down pat. A lady asked him where she could find jackets and he led her right to them. She picked out one that he had to admit looked great on her. He rang up her purchase using his register key and password. This job was a snap. By the time Margaret picked him up he had rung up over a half dozen sales and no one had questioned whether he was a man or a woman. He felt pretty proud of himself. He told Margaret that Delores had told him he had Saturday and Sunday off. On Saturday she had two high school girls who were clerks and they helped out in the evenings also. At home when Mrs. Block asked if he was going to change into his men's clothes he told her Margaret had changed the rules. Mrs. Block got a clouded look of disappointment over her face. She went to look for Margaret. "Ma'am, there is something I have to ask. Are you going to make me move again?" "No, I would never do that. What makes you ask?" "Well, the mister says you changed the rules on him and I thought if you don't keep your word to him then you wouldn't think twice about changing your mind about me living here. I know you are a successful business woman and I didn't know that was how you became successful." "I am a very honest businesswoman!" "Then the only one you don't have to keep your word to is your husband. He is a very nice person and I hate to see him hurt. I could tell he felt very hurt when I ask if he was going to change into his men's clothes and he said you changed the rules." Margaret was shocked to hear that. She'd never thought of it like that. She was proud of how honest she was in business and she never thought anyone would see her in any other manner. As they were eating she thought about how she could tell him she was wrong. Finally she figured she might as well just come out with it. "Dear, there is something I have to say. I want to apologize to you for changing the rules. You can go back to your men's clothes whenever you want. I was wrong in demanding that you stay in dresses. Can you forgive me?" "I forgive you but what brought this on?" "Mrs. Block made me realize I was treating you unfairly. She is some woman, and knows how to prove a point." "I have thought about what you said about the quick changes and you are right, but I would like the right to wear men's clothes from Friday night until Monday morning. I may or may not wear them depending on how I feel." "If I just heard you right you might stay in dresses for the week-end?" "Yes. It depends on how I feel." "I thought you hated wearing dresses!" "I did at first, then I got used to them. Then I was surprised when at times I actually felt sexy in a dress. "Well, as far as I'm concerned you can wear what you want from now on. However, when I want to look exceptionally nice would you do my make-up?" He laughed and agreed. That night when he took his shower he felt like singing. He slept the best he had in ages and the next morning he wore what he thought was his prettiest dress. At work a woman came in and asked for help. He was helping her when she said she wanted a dress exactly like his. He was wearing a blue floral number with lace trim. He found one in her size and in blue. When she had it on he told her he thought she would look better in the red floral one in the same style because it would really set off her black hair. She tried the red one and said he was right. She bought three more dresses and asked him outright if he was a man. He told her he was. She asked why he was wearing a dress and he told her he had to wear the store's products to work there. She said she would see about that and he wondered what she meant. She went to find Delores. She found her and asked if the help had to wear the store's products. Delores said that was store policy. "Well, I think making a man wear a dress to hold a job is horrendous. How can you do such a thing?" "He was wearing a dress when he applied for the job!" "I don't care if he was wearing a string bikini! You are requiring him to wear a dress and that is wrong. I'll give you until tomorrow to change your policy or I will write a letter and have it on the front page of the newspaper for people to boycott this store. I better see him working and working dressed as a man. If you don't I will have my husband hire him and let him work as a man." She left and Delores was wondering what got the burr in her saddle. She knew Sharon Carstairs and she knew she would do what she said. Delores found him and asked if he had waited on a well-dressed lady lately. He said he had and she asked what he had said to her. He related how she had asked if he was a man and that he told her he was and when she asked why he was wearing a dress he told her it was store policy that employees wear store merchandise. Delores gave him a funny look, and then laughed. "It is amazing! She is your champion. She says I better change the store policy or else. Come on, let's see what we have left in men's suits for you to wear." They found three men's suit's that would fit him plus four white shirts and two ties. She told him that from now on he was to wear those to work instead of the dresses. She said then he would still be wearing clothes gotten from the store and the policy wouldn't have to be changed. He thanked her and she told him she didn't want to lose a good employee. He called the florist and had a dozen roses delivered to Mrs. Block with a note saying 'Thank you'. That evening when he got home he thanked Mrs. Block personally and she told him sometimes it takes a real woman to get through to another woman. He thought about what she said, then decided that if he ever got arrested he wanted her as his lawyer, and laughed. After supper they were busy getting his breast forms off, and his nail polish. Margaret told him Margo was coming to do her hair and she would do his also. Margo arrived and started with Margaret. He was surprised when she called him for his hair. She used some different things on his hair telling him it was to straighten the curls and waves. Then she started doing some cutting. She did some styling and when she was done he had a nice unisex haircut. She told him he could wear men's suits and women's dresses with that haircut and be in style. Then she continued with Margaret. When she was done he heard Margaret say it was beautiful. When he saw Margaret he couldn't believe what he saw. She had a very feminine hair style with curls. She said she felt she needed something different. He told her it was great and that she looked like an entirely different person. The next morning he felt like a completely different person in his suit and tie. He luxuriated in the feel of everything. He thought, this is how it's supposed to be. When he walked into the store it was with a confident air. Mid-morning and he was straightening some dresses on a rack. He looked at them and one caught his eye. He thought it was a beautiful dress, and it looked like it would be very comfortable to wear. This started him thinking that wearing dresses wasn't all that bad. He went and checked the last rack of men's clothes and saw they were marked 75% off. There weren't many left. He did the regular tour that was done when it was quiet in the store, and did some minor straightening. Just before noon Mrs. Carstairs came in. She headed right for him and told him she was happy to see Delores had changed her mind about the store's policy. He told her he didn't think the policy had been changed, that his suit and clothes had come from the store. She laughed and asked him how he felt when he wore a dress. "At first I hated it, then I got used to it, and sometimes I felt really great wearing a dress. It's funny, if no one gives you any grief then it doesn't seem so bad." "It's almost noon, do you get a lunch break at noon?" "Yes, I get forty-five minutes." "Great, I'll treat you to lunch. I want to talk to you." At lunch Mrs. Carstairs said she knew Margaret and that Margaret can be pretty dominating at times. He related how he'd ended up in dresses and how his feelings had changed over time, and how he liked his job at the clothing store. When he said how today he'd wondered how one dress would feel, how he almost wanted to buy it, she said she could see why he had those feelings. Then she shocked him, asking if he was willing to be interviewed anonymously for an article about transgenderism for the newspaper. He said he wasn't sure about it, and she said he could read it before it was published and if he didn't want it published then it wouldn't be. He agreed, wondering what he was getting into. Back at work when he told Delores about having lunch with Mrs. Carstairs, she was delighted. When he told her about the offer of an interview she said he should do it. She said there were too many narrow minded people in town, and maybe it would change how some of them looked at things. When they parted she told him bravery comes in all sorts of forms. It is not only on a battlefield in time of war. Back at work it was quiet, and as he checked racks he thought about what had happened at lunch. When he had told Delores about having lunch with Mrs. Carstairs, Delores had said she was the force behind the force in town. Less than an hour later a woman who identified herself as a reporter, and showed him identification, asked him if he could answer a few questions. Her first question was about how he became a transgendered person. He told her the story and she was recording it all. "How do you see anyone who is transgendered?" "I see them as a person who has a different style from the mainstream. I think we all have bodies much the same, but how we decorate those bodies with clothes or make-up isn't as important as who we are underneath. People don't think of who a person really is before they form an opinion of someone." "Would you elaborate on that?" "Well, when I was in high school there was a boy who was a star football player. Off the field he was on the shy side and very gentle. The story circulated around school that he was gay and most believed it. He was too shy to ask a girl out on a date. His senior year he was picked to be an All-State football player. He finally met a girl who he married and they have five children now. So you see, opinions were formed not on who he was but on false notions about him." "What about you? How has wearing a dress changed your life?" "I was lucky, as I came in contact with very few people, staying mostly in the house until I got this job. Not one person who I came in contact with thought or at least didn't say anything about the fact that I was a man in a dress. I was lucky that I was passable as a woman except under the most critical eye." "How do you really feel about wearing dresses?" "At first I hated it but then it became more acceptable, to the point that sometimes I actually felt sexy in a particular dress or complete outfit." "What about having to put on make-up?" "That is something else. I don't know how many hours I spent learning how to get it just right. I don't think wearing complete make-up will ever catch on with men but I do think every man should try it just once. Make-up is another one of those things that really change how a person looks but doesn't change who that person is. It definitely changes how one sees oneself. For me it was the nail polish. I couldn't believe how long it made my fingers appear or for that matter how nice I thought my fingers looked." "What advice would you have for someone who is transgendered by their choice or by someone else's choice?" "I think you have to look at who you are and who you want to be. In my time in dresses I never wanted to be a woman, you know, have the surgery. There were times I wished I could be more feminine but I had to accept the fact that some things we have no control over." "What advice do you have for the general public?" "That is easy -- take the time to find out who a person really is inside and don't form ideas of who they are based on what they are wearing or not wearing." "Thank you for your time. I really appreciate it. I will bring the story for you to review probably tomorrow. Thank you again." She clicked off her tape recorder. That night Margaret said she had talked to Sharon Carstairs and knew he'd had lunch with her. She laughed when she said Sharon had said she had one hell of a husband. She said she knew that already. He told her he'd been interviewed by a reporter this afternoon and she wanted to know what it was all about. He gave her a thumbnail view of what had been asked. She said she was surprised but that the newspaper sometimes went a little overboard on their articles. She said they liked to stir up controversy. The next morning the reporter was back and sh