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Power By Margaret Jeanette Traci Cummings was redoing the living room. Her husband Paul was helping move furniture. They moved the sofa in front of the bay window, then she wanted the easy chair in the corner. Paul couldn't move it and Traci told him to get out of the way and she moved it with no problem. Traci worked in a mill and threw heavy cartons on a load to be shipped. Paul worked for an accounting firm and the heaviest thing he handled was two sheets of paper stapled together. Between them they made a decent living and had their house paid for. They were living their dream and enjoying life. It was Wednesday and it was Traci's birthday. Paul had gotten her a present he thought was perfect. She always wore feminine clothes and he knew she loved feminine things. After supper he gave her the present. She was smiling as she unwrapped the present. She opened it and her face changed. It wasn't what she expected. It was nylon day of the week panties, each trimmed with lace around the waist and leg openings. There was a different color for each day of the week. "Why did you get me these? You know I always wear white cotton panties!" "I thought you would like them. I think they're very pretty and I thought you would feel sexy wearing them." "I don't wear nylon panties because they don't absorb the sweat like the cotton ones do. If you think they are so pretty you wear them!" "I can't wear them. They're women's panties, not men's." "I am not going to wear them so you can. You did say they were pretty didn't you? You did say they would feel sexy to wear didn't you? I know you will love to wear them and feel sexy." "Yes, but I meant for you to feel sexy." "Well you can feel sexy. Here, put on the Wednesday pair!" She held out the pair of panties. He didn't take them. He saw her getting that angry look on her face. He knew she could get angry over the smallest thing sometimes. She stood up and he didn't move. She grabbed him and soon had his pants and under shorts off. She pulled the panties up his legs and got them on him. He was no match for her. "By golly they do make you feel sexy. See, you got hard. You can wear them, then we'll get some use out of them." "I can't wear them. What would anyone say if they saw them?" "Who are you pulling your pants down for? Who is going to see them?" He didn't answer. She told him he was to change into the day's panties every day. He felt trapped and wanted to get out of it in the worst way. But he couldn't think how. In bed she initiated sex, and as they were making love she said bras went with panties and hinted she was going to get him matching bras. He said he would never wear a bra and she said panties and bras go together. The next day when she got home she was carrying a large bag. He was off-guard when she didn't mention his blue panties at supper. He'd been sure she would say something about them. After supper she talked about her day at work. He was starting to relax. He told her about a new client they had picked up and how they may have to hire another accountant. Then she dropped the bomb. "I got you matching bras for your panties. Let's see how they fit. Get your shirt and tee shirt off." "I will not wear a bra! You have to be kidding about me wearing a bra!" "I am not kidding. Bras go with panties, now strip to your waist!" He saw she meant it but he wasn't going to do it. She grabbed him by his hair and lifted him out of the easy chair. With her free hand she unbuttoned his shirt and soon he was stripped to his waist. It took some doing but she managed to get the lacy blue bra hooked on him. He was standing looking totally defeated when she produced a blue camisole for him to put on, telling him it would hide the bra. He put it on without resistance. She told him he looked adorable. She told him there were matching bras and camisoles in the bag and to put them in his dresser drawer. The next morning Friday's color was black. He put on the black panties and then argued about having to wear the matching bra and camisole. She told him to get them on or she would stuff the cups, then his shirt wouldn't fit over the bra. He saw she meant it so he put them on. On the way to work she thought about the fact that he wouldn't be getting her any more underwear for a present, that maybe he would get her the pearl necklace she'd shown him a few weeks before. She's been sure that was what she was getting for her birthday. She thought the tight bra should squeeze some sense in him. He was wondering how he could get out of this nasty situation. What was she thinking? How could she treat him like this? Where would it end? At work no one said anything to him. He went for a bathroom break and when he looked in the mirror he saw the distinct outline of the camisole through his shirt. He became worried that someone else would notice it. He hurried back to his desk and got busy. The bra seemed awfully tight but he could still breathe without trouble. Late in the morning Betty Bolssen came in with more figures for one of his accounts. She noticed the black outline, and could make out the lacy top of the camisole. She laid her hand on his shoulder and then asked if he was wearing a bra, telling him she could feel his bra strap. He got tears in his eyes as he told her about the birthday present and what his wife had done. He was crying by the time he finished. She told him she understood and that he should show her that he didn't care what she did. He asked how he could do that and she said she had an idea. "No woman wants a man who isn't all man. Your wife probably is no different. If you took it a step further then she would end it fast, I am sure of that. I have an idea that will show her that you don't care that she put you in panties and a bra. At quitting time I will put lipstick on you. Everyone will be gone so they won't see you and if you go straight home then your wife will be the only one to see you. When she sees the lipstick she will change her mind about making you wear women's underwear. How does that sound?" "You make good points. Maybe you are right. But what if you're wrong?" "What is she going to do? There isn't anything she can do!" "All right, I'll do it!" "I'll see you at quitting time." All afternoon he tried to think of what could go wrong. There wasn't anything he could think of. He thought Betty was pretty smart to think of the lipstick idea. At quitting time Betty applied a thick coat of red lipstick to his lips, telling him it was kissproof and was supposed to last twelve hours. She handed him the tube when she was done so he could show his wife if she asked. She told him good luck. He made it to his car without anyone seeing him. At home he waited the five minutes for her to get home and wondered what she was going to say when she saw him. He again thought Betty was pretty smart to come up with this idea. When Traci walked in she was thunderstruck seeing him wearing lipstick. She told him to get it off. He took tissue and wiped but it didn't come off. She took a wet paper towel and it didn't come off. He told her it was kiss proof and was supposed to last twelve hours. She gave up trying to remove it. He thought he had finally won. At supper she was very quiet. Finally she said to him, "You want to go further, I am going to take you further. After supper we are going for a little ride. You think you beat me but you are going to find out I will not be beat." This didn't sound good and he became worried. What had gone wrong? He wondered what she was up to and what she was going to do. She asked for the tube of lipstick and he gave it to her. She looked it over closely and said he had good taste in lipsticks. After supper he followed her into the car and she drove him to a place he didn't know existed. He entered a place called The Nail Shoppe. Traci showed the girl her false nails and then showed her the lipstick. Then she told him he was going to get a pedicure and manicure. She told him the girl had been given instructions and he better co-operate. The tone she used scared him and he wondered what was going to happen. Traci left and said she would be back to pick him up. The girl finished cutting his toenails then massaged his lower leg and feet. He thought that felt really great. Then he gasped as she applied red polish to his toenails. She finished then slid a pair of thin flip-flops on his feet. Then it was to the manicure table. She cleaned his cuticles and under his nails then roughed up his nails. Then it was some liquid that she said helped the glue set. He asked why glue and she told him he was getting false nails. She said they were stronger than real nails and lasted forever. She had the long false nails glued on and had just started applying red polish to them when Traci walked back in. She was carrying a bag and he could see there was a box in the bag but couldn't tell what it was. When the girl finished she told him he had to wait ten minutes for the polish to dry completely. She said this was a special polish that was chemical resistant. She said nail polish removers were useless to get it off. She said they had a special chemical to get it off but that he would have to bring a note from his wife to get it removed. Then she laughed. . Traci came over by him and asked the girl if his toenails were ready. The girl said they were and Traci took the box out of the bag and put a pair of red strappy sandals with a three inch heel on his feet. "You want to show off your pretty red toenails, now don't you? We will get you some nude nylons to wear so people can see your pretty feet." She took a red purse out of the bag and handed it to him telling him he was always to carry it or there would be big trouble. It was red with gold trim and had a wrist strap. He had never given this a thought. He never thought she would do this to him. What was she thinking? How could she do this to him? His mind was aflutter with thoughts of what people were going to say and do to him. He had to end this right now but what to do. They got back into the car and he knew he had to end it right now. He hesitated for a moment then let loose. "You have to stop this nonsense! Do you know what you are doing? I can't go out like this!" "Did I put lipstick on you? I only made you wear the underwear. You decided to wear the lipstick and show the world. I was only going to make you wear the panties for a week but now you can wear them until they wear out then we will get you some more to wear. You did this to yourself; I am only helping you finish the job." She drove two blocks then parked in front of a discount jewelry store. He wasn't going to get out of the car but she grabbed him by the arm and forced him out and told him he was going to go in with her and he was going to behave himself. Inside Traci held up many pairs of earrings for him to see telling him to pick one. He wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of picking any. She told him to start picking or she would pick some for him to wear. His stubborn streak kicked in and he didn't say anything. Finally Traci knew he wasn't going to be of any help and when she picked up a pair of gold ones that had gold dangles that chimed softly and hung down three and a half inches she said these would do fine. She talked to the clerk and soon he was sitting in a chair. The clerk pricked his ears with something than a minute later pinched his earlobe and he didn't feel it. Then the clerk inserted the earrings and took something that Paul asked what it was. The clerk told him it was cold solder to keep the earring from being removed. He said it would have to be heated to remove the earrings. He could hear the earrings chime and thought it sounded loud but knew you had to be close to hear it. He was lost in thought until the clerk told him that he was done. Traci found him four rings which she slipped on his fingers telling him women always wore a lot of rings. Then it was two gold necklaces, one of which he wore out of the store. He was becoming depressed fast. He couldn't believe everything that had happened tonight. He just wanted to go home and forget about everything. Traci liked the way his hips swayed in the heels. In the car he was glad when she said it was too late to do any more shopping. Then she said tomorrow they would be going dress shopping for him. He couldn't believe she would actually expect him to wear a dress. Then he thought about everything that had happened already and knew it would happen if she wanted it to happen. At home she showed him two more pair of heels for him to wear. One was black with a wide band and a sling and the other was an open toed white pump. He had a sinking feeling in his stomach. She told him he needed a shower and before he got in she spread what she called a special lotion to get him cleaner on him. In the shower he was shocked when all of his body hair left him. She had gone too far this time! He got out of the shower and she was waiting for him. She told him he needed something to fill the bra cup sand she had just the thing. She held up a pair of breast forms. He grabbed her wrist as hard as he could and said she wasn't going to put them on him. She laughed and grabbed his wrist and quickly broke his grip on her. With her other hand she slapped him as hard as she could. He sunk to his knees in a daze. She lifted him off of the floor and when his head cleared he was wearing the breast forms. He couldn't believe she had hit him that hard. She gave him one of her nightgowns to wear and he thought she picked the most feminine one on purpose. In bed he said, "I have to tell you something. The lipstick wasn't my idea. Betty said you wouldn't want a husband who wasn't all-man and suggested if I wore lipstick you would end this. She saw the black camisole and felt the bra strap I was wearing." "Well Betty was wrong. Now you are going to see what it is to live as a woman. I am going to make you look like the most feminine woman there is. Tomorrow you will go shopping with me as a woman and you better do a better job of shopping than you did today or I will dress you like a slut. Do you want to dress as a slut?" "No!" He knew she would do it and he would suffer if he didn't do as she wanted. He wondered if he should humor her and then if she would relax her ideas. He didn't know what to do. The next morning when he was going to put on the pink camisole she told him not to then handed him one of her plain cotton slips to put on. "I know it is plain and you want feminine ones. Don't worry we will get you feminine ones today. I know you can't wait but the stores aren't open yet." She laughed as she handed him a blue knit dress to put on. He looked as sad as she had ever seen him as he put it on. She got a jet black wig and put it on his head. It was medium length with curls and nice bangs over his forehead. Then she applied fresh lipstick to his lips and handed him the tube and told him to put it into his purse. As he drank his morning coffee he hated the idea of what was to happen. He couldn't think of anything to change her mind. He didn't say a word to her. It was time to leave and he felt like he was going to be sick. He didn't want to go but followed her because he knew she could force him physically to go along. As they were walking down the concourse of the mall he was surprised no one gave him a second look. One man gave him a funny look then winked at him. He knew that man was over-sexed. The first stop was at the lingerie store where he had bought the panties for her. This time he felt a lot different than when he had bought the panties. Traci found slips to match his bras and panties. They were all lacy and had ruffles at the bottom and were the most feminine nylon ones the store sold. She had him go into a booth after the saleslady took the tags off, to change into the matching one. . Then she found the perfect lacy garter belt for him. He said he didn't need a garter belt, and she put it back telling him he better do a better job of shopping or he would be sorry. Then in the nightwear section she saw the prettiest silk nightgown trimmed with a ton of ruffles and lace. When she asked him if he didn't think that would look just so great on him he said she was crazy and he called her a bitch. She got the angriest look on her face and took it anyway, along with several other very feminine nightgowns. Then they checked out. Outside she told him he was not co-operating and she was going to show him it was better to co-operate than to fight her. She led him to the Foundations Unlimited store and talked to the clerk for some time. He looked in amazement as the clerk brought a corset and showed it to Traci. It had eight steel stays and he heard the saleslady say it had a pocket for a penis that insured the wearer sat down to go to the bathroom. He believed it when the clerk said it was called 'Pure Torture.' He saw the garters hanging down from it. Traci asked if she could get it on him, and she said there wasn't a man she couldn't get a corset on, in a very convincing voice. She grabbed his wrist and he couldn't believe how strong she was. He had to go along with her. It took some doing, and in the end she had to squeeze his testicles to get him to agree to let her put the corset on him. She told him the rear was padded to give him a better shape, and when she was done he didn't think he could breathe. He was taking short breaths when he got back to Traci. Outside, Traci asked him if he was ready to co-operate or not. She said there were other things she could do to him to make it so he could never relax, and even though he couldn't think of anything that could be more uncomfortable than the corset, he agreed. They had a light lunch in the food court and then it was time to do some serious dress shopping. They went to a store that specialized in business wear. There she found and he agreed to five business suits with skirts all in pastel colors. Then he couldn't believe when she picked blouses to match the suits. They were all extremely sheer and decorated with ruffles and lace. He wanted to scream at her but held his temper. He was at least now agreeing with her selections. She decided he needed something for week-ends and so she took him to an up-scale dress store where they got four fancy dresses for him. She had him wear the floral silk one with the scalloped lace trimmed hem. She said he needed shoes to match because the black ones didn't do it justice. The dress was basically a cranberry color and she wanted shoes to match. At the shoe store the clerk couldn't find any cranberry heels but did have a pair of cranberry boots with a four inch heel. He was dismayed when Traci said it looked like the boots were made for that dress. He could hardly walk in the boots. He felt relieved when Traci said they were leaving. He'd never thought about how hard it was to walk in heels until now. He was glad to be able to sit down in the car. He rode with his eyes closed and didn't say a word. Traci wondered if he was sleeping, but then noticed he was still holding his head up. He felt the car stop as she parked. He couldn't believe they were in front of an adult superstore. Traci told him to come along. He went with her. Inside she showed him butt plugs and told him if he didn't co-operate she would get some and he would wear them. Then they looked at dildos and she studied some of them. Then it was over by the racks of outfits. She laughed as she asked him if he wanted a sexy outfit. He said in a low voice that he didn't. Then she showed him some extremely high heels and said he would look great in a pair of them. He said he could hardly walk in the boots he had on and she agreed. She told him if he didn't do as she said they would be back and do some buying. He knew she meant it. He was really surprised when she picked up a double headed dildo and bought it, telling him she might need something to take the place of her missing husband. In the car she said, "You know 'Paul' doesn't fit your new image and I know you already have a Paula in your office so we have to come up with a different name for you. It should be something nice and feminine to fit your new image. What name would you like?" "I would like to be back in my regular clothes and called Paul!" "Paul is out and you do need a new name. You have two minutes to give me your new name or I will pick one." He sat quiet and thought. To save his soul he couldn't think of one feminine name to pick. "Your two minutes are up. Did you pick a name yet?" "No!" "From now on your name is Rebecca. Now I want you to thank me for your new name!" He didn't answer her. She slowed down and said they had to go back to the adult store to do some buying. "Thank you for my new name!" "Tell me how much you love it or we go back!" "I really love my new name. It is so feminine and pretty sounding. I am sure everyone will think so also." "Very good! You are learning." At home he had to pack his men's clothes to have room for his new clothes. He heard Traci on the phone but had no idea who she was talking to. It took some time but finally he had everything put away. They were eating supper when the doorbell rang. Traci told Rebecca to answer it. He didn't want to so she quickly got up and grabbed him behind his neck and squeezed and lifted him and told him to answer it. He went to the front door. When he opened the door his face registered his shock at seeing Mr. Perkins, the owner of the firm where he worked, standing there. "Your wife said she made some drastic changes in your appearance but I never thought it wwould be this drastic. Is she here?" He got his voice and invited him in. Traci appeared and asked in an innocent voice if he appeared different. "Yes, he certainly does appear different. I have to tell you that as long as he does the job we pay him for and it does not interfere with his work the law says we can not discriminate against him. You asked on the phone if when I saw him I could let him come to work in his new role, and the answer is yes." "His new name is Rebecca. I know you already have a Paula and I didn't want a mix up of two Paulas so I picked Rebecca." "I'll see to it that he is introduced as Rebecca first thing Monday morning. What brought this on anyway?" "He came home yesterday wearing lipstick he says Betty put on him, but I think he did it himself. I just helped him complete the job. We got him some business suits to wear for work." "He looks fine in what he has on right now." "Well, he always wore a suit so I think he should continue to wear suits, only this time they have skirts." Mr. Perkins laughed and said he was looking forward to seeing Rebecca on Monday. He left, and Rebecca glared at Traci. "How could you call Mr. Perkins? What was going through your head?" "I called him to make sure you didn't lose your job. I wanted to make sure it would be all right for you to go to work wearing a dress suit. I was only looking out for you!" He settled down and went to finish eating. He glared at Traci when she sat down. She could see he was angry and she loved it. She knew when he was angry he didn't think straight. At bedtime she told him to go refresh his lipstick. He went back into the bathroom and redid it. He looked at himself in the mirror and saw the fancy nightgown and knew it was going to be some time before he was going to get back into his men's clothes. He knew Traci didn't let go of anything very fast. He went back to the bedroom and saw Traci was standing waiting for him. She told him he looked lovely, and so sexy in his new nightgown. The she took ahold of him and gave him a kiss. She snaked his hand to her groin. He felt something hard and knew she was wearing the double headed dildo. She roughly spun him and threw him down on the bed. She told him she was going to make him a complete woman and he would enjoy it. Before he could react she penetrated him. He let out a scream that definitely sounded feminine. Then he started backing into her thrusts. She came twice before he came as she was coming the second time. She let him lay there on his stomach. He slowly got up and waddled into the bathroom. His rear hurt but he felt great, he didn't know why. He crawled into bed and was lying awake. "Now, you can say you're just about a real woman. That was the small head; if you are good next time I will let you have the big head. It is delicious and so real!" He couldn't imagine a bigger penis going into his rear. He soon fell asleep. The next morning he was greeted by a bubbly Traci. She told him to wear the tangerine dress today with the black shoes. He got dressed and she had his coffee ready when he got to the breakfast counter. He sat down gingerly because his rear still hurt. "How did it feel to be a woman last night?" "To tell the truth after the beginning it wasn't bad. My rear is still sore though. When is this going to get over?" "When you finally learn what it is to be a woman. I know that is going to take a long, long time so start enjoying it." He couldn't believe what he was hearing. How could Traci expect him to learn what it was like to be a woman?" He spent the day lounging around and didn't say anything to Traci. She knew he was seething inside and didn't bother him. That night she asked him if he was ready for the big one. He said he wasn't but she grabbed him and pulled his nightgown up and his panties down. She had well lubricated the dildo and soon she was riding him. The initial pain never stopped. He was crying real tears when she finally stopped. She wiped his tears with tissue and told him he would get used to it. The next morning he wanted to wear the blue suit but Traci told him to wear the pale pink one. When he was dressed you could see his bra and slip through his sheer blouse. He didn't want to go to work but Traci told him they were counting on his being there. She said she would drop him off and pick him up. He knew he was trapped. At work he was happy that no one had paid any attention to him as he headed for his small office. He was interrupted when Mr. Perkins stopped in. He wanted to tell him he did a wonderful job on the Schuler account. Then he asked if he was ready to be introduced to the rest of the staff. He asked to be allowed to miss the staff meeting and Mr. Perkins agreed that he could wait until he was ready. He got to work on the Halverson account and was making good headway when Betty came in. She couldn't believe what she was looking at. "What happened to you? I didn't see you at the staff meeting and thought you were sick or something. Why are you wearing those clothes?" He explained what had happened and how Traci had reacted to his wearing lipstick. Betty asked him why she would do something like that. "I think she is a lesbian. She has taken me as a woman twice now and she really enjoys it. To me it is a pain in the ass, literally." He chuckled and continued. "She bought a two headed dildo and is like a kid with a new toy. She told me I am to wear dresses until I feel like a woman and that that is going to be a long time in the future." "I am truly sorry that this happened to you. You are too nice a guy to have to endure this. I just can't believe your wife would do something like this to you." Betty left and he got back to work. In the middle of the afternoon Carrie who was a close friend of Traci's came in his office. He saw she looked angry. "How can you say Traci is a lesbian? She is no more a lesbian than George Bush is a Catholic. Now you better stop that rumor or I will tell Traci what you are saying about her. I don't know why she put you in a dress and I don't care but you better stop spreading lies about her." "Then why is she making love to me as a woman to a woman? If she isn't a lesbian why does she think of me as a woman then take me to bed to make love to me?" "I don't care what you say! You will straighten this out or I will call Traci and tell her!" She turned and left his office. He laughed that it had gotten all around the office so fast. For some odd reason he felt better now. He got up to get a cup of coffee. He hadn't left his office since he arrived at work. Three women told him he looked very nice. He was happy when he got back to his office. At the door he saw the nameplate had been changed to Rebecca Cummings. Old Perkins worked awful fast. He laughed as he thought about how Mr. Perkins was so nice yet so fussy on things being just right and proper. He felt like singing as he left work. It wasn't as bad as he'd thought it would be. It seemed most of his co-workers felt sorry for him. He was glad that at the company get-togethers Traci had shown she was stronger than he was. Before he'd hated the fact but now it was his savior of sorts. Traci picked him up and asked how work went. He said it wasn't as bad as he'd thought it would be, but didn't elaborate. He was surprised when Traci stopped at a beauty parlor and told him he needed to learn how to apply his own make-up properly, and he was going to learn here. Inside she introduced him to Kim who was going to show him how to do his face and what colors to use. Kim said it would take two hours or so. Traci left and Kim took him to a chair, where she started with foundation and blush. He was a fast learner and quickly picked up what she was teaching him. They talked and became friends, and he was applying his own make-up in no time. He was even laughing when she told him he used too much eye liner and looked like a ghoul. He got everything down and there was still a half hour until Traci would be back. Kim asked him if he wanted the latest make-up out, and he asked what the difference was. She said it was more expensive but it lasted at least three days and wouldn't come off on a pillowcase or anything. He said to go for it, and he applied it almost as an expert. Traci arrived and told Kim she'd done a wonderful job, and Kim said he was a perfect student and learned faster than most of the women she'd taught. He gave Kim a hug in thanks before they left. They stopped to eat at a family restaurant, and while he was walking in, for the first time he noticed how nice the clothes felt on his body. He knew his clothes were nice -- even Kim had mentioned how nice he looked. He felt a confidence that he hadn't felt for some time. As they ate he thought about how the women at work had said he looked nice in his skirt suit and how nice Kim had been to him. It was definitely a whole different world. He wondered why the women were treating him so nicely. Even Karla who he'd thought didn't like him had said she liked the changes in him. He didn't think he had changed, but he must have. That night Traci entered him with the small head and she had it well-lubed and it was a pleasant experience for him. He came inside twice, and felt satisfied when they were through. Traci had never agreed to sex three nights in a row before and he wondered why she was doing it now. The next morning he put on a soft green suit the its the jacket and skirt trimmed with matching lace. When he looked in the mirror he saw that his make-up didn't need any adjustments, but did change his eye shadow to a pale green. He felt pretty, and knew this was a feeling he had never felt before in his life. At work everyone told him he looked fabulous. When Betty came in she told him she couldn't believe how much he'd changed since yesterday. She said he was like a totally different person, and everyone loved the new him. He laughed when she said now she felt comfortable calling him Rebecca. Carrie came in and asked why he hadn't stopped the rumor that Traci was a lesbian. He told her he believed Traci now saw him as a woman, and last night had made love to him as a woman. Her jaw dropped when he said it was the third night in a row that that had happened, and that it had never happened before, even when they were first married. Carrie said she still couldn't believe Traci was a lesbian. That night at supper he felt more like talking, and said he couldn't believe how everyone was accepting the new him. He said it was as if Paul had quit and Rebecca had taken his place. Traci said that was nice, in an icy tone. This wasn't going like she thought it would. After supper she got two phone calls. She came in and sat down. He could see that she was troubled about something. Finally she opened up. "Those two phone calls were very interesting. The first was from Betty, who you work with. She told me it was her idea to put the lipstick on you in hope that I would let you out of the panties and bra. She said she thought I would want a man who was all-man, not a woman made from a man. The second was from Carrie. She is one of my best friends. She said you said you thought I was a lesbian and that she was wondering if that was true. I assured her I wasn't a lesbian, then she asked why I made love to you three nights in a row when we have never done it three nights in a row before. Both of those calls are making me think about what I am doing to you. If you look at it from my side you will see what I did was justified, but now I am wondering. I didn't believe you when you said Betty put the lipstick on you. I thought you wanted to go further but were afraid to say anything. I guess I misjudged a lot from what I heard tonight. So, you can go back to your men's clothes right now if you want." "I will see how I feel. You are lucky I love you as much as I do or we would be headed for divorce court right now. I will honestly tell you that divorce never crossed my mind. I did at times dislike you very much though. There is one thing you can do for me that will make me feel a lot better." "What is that?" "Get this damn corset off of me so I can take a shower!" She removed the corset, and in the shower he thought about how things were going, and how they had gone in the past. He didn't know what he really wanted to do. On one hand he was a man and men didn't wear dresses to work, but on the other hand things were going so well when he wore a dress at work. He decided to wait until tomorrow morning to see how he felt. When he got out of the shower he looked at himself and saw his make-up still looked great. Kim was right, this make-up was long lasting. He wore the silk nightgown to bed and luxuriated in the clingy feeling of it. They made love with him on top, and when he penetrated her he said he had to straighten out his little lesbian. They both giggled and continued their love-making. The next morning he decided to wear the light lavender skirt suit. It was the most feminine one he had. It had the most lace and the blouse had a cascade of lace-trimmed ruffles in front. He changed his eye shadow to light lavender and went out to Traci. "I was positive you would be wearing your brown suit. Why are you wearing that outfit?" "Do you want me to go change right now?" "No, you can wear what you want; I am just wondering why you are choosing to wear that outfit." "I think it's pretty and I kind of like the way everyone at work is treating me now. Also I feel different wearing these clothes. I can't describe it but it feels so nice and soft compared to my men's clothes." "You can wear whatever you want. Again I am sorry for what I did to you. Can you ever forgive me? I am so, so sorry." "You are forgiven! To tell you the truth I never thought I would ever wear a dress of my own free will, but now it has happened and I am happy about it." "When do you think you will go back to your men's clothes?" "It may be tonight or tomorrow. I am not sure right now. I don't mind wearing dresses now, but I know I have to go back to my men's clothes." "I will tell you what; you can wear a dress whenever you want, and if I want you to wear a dress I will call on Rebecca. How does that sound?" "That sounds like a winner to me. Maybe tonight I'll have you take the breast forms off and get some of my men's clothes up from the basement." "You can move your women's clothes into the spare bedroom so they are handy when you or I want you to wear them. I will tell you, I definitely want Rebecca to go shopping with." He was singing as he went to work. At work he thanked Carrie for calling Traci, and when Betty delivered the mail he told her all about what had happened and thanked her for calling Traci. She asked why he was still wearing a dress, and he explained why and asked that she keep it secret, which she promised to do. They shared a laugh when he said he liked the women's toilet better as it had a couch to rest on. That night Traci took his breast forms off and he changed into men's clothes. Traci told him she was going shopping Saturday and wanted Rebecca to go along. He said he was positive Rebecca would be ready to go, bright and early. (c) 2006 by Margaret Jeanette