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The Perfect Wife
"I have a great idea for the Halloween party at the club," my wife
Mandy said over breakfast one morning.
Normally such a statement wouldn't have surprised me because my wife
was filled with great ideas. As the creative director for an
advertising firm, she had to be. I'd grown used to her brainstorms,
and was constantly amazed, and even jealous, of her incredible
creativity. Some days I feel like she left me in the dust, and
brought all the energy to our marriage.
The reason I was surprised, is it was May, and Halloween was half a
year away. "Do tell," I said, and immediately thought how lame a
response that was. I braced myself for her response.
"Well, you know how we both disagree with our church's stand on gay
rights and gay marriage. Wouldn't we be sending a shot across the bow
if we went to the Halloween party -- with our minister and so many of
our church there -- as gay couples?"
I knew Mandy chaffed at my insistence we go to church. And as I
recall, I'd been pretty ambivalent about the whole gay rights thing.
She was the one who had such a problem with it. In fact, she had
problems with most of what went on at church, and refused to
participate in bake sales, the women's special classes and the like.
But it was an important part of my life -- I'd been raised in a very
spiritual family -- even though Mandy always criticized me as being
such a "white bread, upstanding member of the community."
Well, I never apologized for who I was, but as I said, I often did
feel inadequate next to my dynamo of a wife. And dynamo she was in
every way. She was 5'10" and exercised constantly. She had rowed in
college, and still had broad shoulders, which somehow seemed to fit
given her Nordic background. She wore her thick blonde hair shoulder
length. She was gorgeous in every way, though, and had a 24" waist
and perfect hips and ass. I, on the other hand, was 5'8" and not very
athletic. I was an occasional runner and biker, though, which helped
keep my weight down to around 150 lbs. I also have Nordic blood and
blonde hair, though a dirty blonde. And while Mandy seemed more like
she came from Viking stock, I was pretty small boned, with delicate
features. Why she married me, I'm not sure. I'd hoped it wasn't
because my family was rich, and I had a substantial trust fund. She
didn't need to work, and I only worked part time for the family
foundation. We did have a lot of fun together though, and the sex was
great. I had a hard time keeping up, in fact.
"How do you mean, gay couples, plural?" I asked. Mandy then told me
she'd already spoken about her plan with her best friend Cathy, who
thought it was a wonderful idea. Cathy and her husband David had been
friends with us since college, and I often thought to myself that we
married the wrong people. In a strange way, in a very strange way,
that would rectify itself. David was 6'4" and built like wrestler,
which he had been in college. Cathy was shorter than I by a couple of
inches, and like me, delicately built. She and I had a lot in common,
including our compassion for the poor, and our love of classical
music. We never lacked for anything to talk about. David, on the
other hand, was a typical man. He could talk about football for hours
(sometimes with Mandy), and had an attachment to beer which was
fanatical. While Mandy liked beer also, Cathy and I preferred wine.
So the idea was that Mandy would go as a man, and Cathy her
girlfriend, while David would go as a man, and I would be his
girlfriend. She was right. It would shock the hell out of our church
group, the Reverend Peters particularly.
"You have got to be kidding," I said, a little nervously. She
wasn't, and before the week was out, she had convinced me that it
would be the moral choice. She also convinced me that to prove that
roles, appearances and attitudes didn't make a person who he or she
truly was, we should assume our roles as best we could. She quickly
and easily started acting like a man. I was impressed, actually. It
was as if she had all this macho energy in her that she just had to
let loose. The problem was getting me act feminine.
So began my girl lessons. To this end, Cathy and Mandy put their
best efforts. Every day, it seemed, I was coached on how to walk and
act like a woman. They even had videos used for transsexual males to
get my voice up a couple octaves, and to give it a musical quality.
My boxers were replaced with panties, and my legs were first shaven,
and then lasered to be hair-free.
Why did I go along with this? I had no idea, though I suspect I know
now. As part of my regimen, I was given audiotapes that were to help
me understand what it was like being feminine. A lot of nonsense
about the female goddess and fertility. One time though, when the
cassette player wasn't working properly, it slowed down and I thought
I heard another voice speaking very rapidly that said: "You have no
will. Mandy and Cathy know what's best. You will fully accept your
role as a woman and wife."
I tried to play it slowly again, but the player never quite
malfunctioned the same way. In any case, at that point I don't think
I could have done anything to stop them. I was wearing a garter belt
and stockings now along with my panties. While sometimes you could
see the garter clips through my increasingly feminine slacks, I
didn't seem to care if anyone at the foundation saw. In fact, it kind
of turned me on that they did show. The only thing that made me feel
badly about my growing appreciation for being feminine was my father.
He still headed the foundation -- after all, it was his millions that
funded it -- and he grew increasingly uncomfortable with how I was
looking and acting.
"Jake, have you lost weight?" he asked me one day, around the end of
August. In fact, I had lost about 20 pounds. "Jake, why is your hair
so long," he'd say. I didn't tell him of Mandy's plan, because he'd
be at the Halloween party too. And I thought it was looking pretty
good, besides. It was now as long as Mandy's -- longer, actually,
because hers was pretty short now -- and I went to the Salon to keep
my bangs trimmed and to gradually lighten it. I'd gone from dirty
blonde to a light natural blonde -- slightly golden.
Because my skin tone was so light, it looked good. And speaking of
skin, mine had gotten unusually smooth and youthful looking. I was
28, but now looked 22, or even younger. The salon had recommend
vitamins, and I took them compliantly. I'd also used lots and lots of
sun block that summer, at Cathy insistence. I was as pale as I could
get, and that was really underscored by my very pink nipples, which
had grown remarkably over the summer.
The one thing I really worried about though, as if my rear looked
too big in the slacks I was wearing. They had no pockets now, and
were stretchy, so they really showed off my curves back there. I was
chagrinned that my panty lines sometimes showed, too, and
occasionally wore thongs when I had really light slacks on.
David though complimented me on how good I looked whenever we got
together, so that made me feel good. Very good, actually. But he
seemed in a very strange mood lately. Kind of distant and dreamy. He
is dreamy, in fact. With his dark brown hair and chiseled good looks.
Around the end of August, when I had fully graduated to feminine --
when not at work, because I still had to kind of act the man then --
Mandy and Cathy suggested that I be fitted for breast augmentation.
Basically, they'd put in the sacs underneath my pectorals, and I
would heal before Halloween. Then just before the party, they would
use a small value under my arm to inject silicon into the sacs. I'd
have full breasts, which would complete the outfit.
"Sure," I said. I mean, in for a penny, in for a pound, right? At
home and occasionally out shopping, I would wear a bra with silicon
breast forms, to get used to the feeling. They seemed so huge, but
then Mandy said it was better to get used to big ones, so when I had
smaller ones, they wouldn't seem so unusual.
***
During this time, our love making had practically stopped, and I
found myself sleeping in the spare bedroom sometimes so Mandy and
Cathy would "work on strategy" for the big night. The next morning
I'd get up and fix them breakfast, often in a nightie or maid's
outfit, to further help me understand what it was like being a
submissive woman.
Finally came the week before the big night. I frankly was tired of
doing all the household chores for two women -- it just didn't seem
right. And the heels I had to wear were killing me. My father was
barely speaking to me, and the only friend I seemed to have anymore
was David.
We'd actually become quite close, and had finally found stuff to
talk about. It turns out that both of us wanted to start a family,
and were frustrated that our wives so far had refused to consider the
possibility. And the frustration included my penis, which seemed not
to want to work anymore. I was horny, and couldn't seem to get
relief. I'd look at fashion magazines and get off thinking about
makeup and hair styles, but no matter how hard I rubbed, all I would
have is a series of small and unsatisfying orgasms. Even the dildo
that Mandy had bought me for my birthday didn't seem to help. It was
huge, vibrated, and I finally got it to fit inside me (which I would
only do after douching), but no matter how hard I make love to myself
with it, it didn't help me achieve a good orgasm. Though it certainly
felt good.
Anyway, I went back to the plastic surgeon the Monday before the
Saturday party, and he filled my breasts up. Turns out it's a good
idea I practiced with the larger inserts, because I was given a
gorgeous pair of double d's. My chest had become creamy white with
all the pills and laser treatments (even the tiny moles I had were
zapped, so it was flawless).
Mandy and Cathy didn't even come along, so I had to drive myself
home. When I got there, they were once again in Mandy's room, and
seemed kind of sweaty and embarrassed when they finally unlocked the
door and came out to greet "Jessica," which is what they'd started
calling me. Their reaction to my breasts once I removed my top was
humiliating. They laughed. "I can't believe what a total bimbo you
look like with those massive hooters," Mandy said. She was just
jealous, I figured, since she only had b cups. "David will certainly
love those. Just love them. He'll be completely taken by them.
COMPLETELY," Cathy said. And they both laughed some more.
The final major preparation was going to the salon and getting hair
extensions and some permanent makeup -- eye linger. My hair was now
wavy and to the middle of my back. My face was framed in layers, too -
- so it was a pretty elaborate hair style that took lots of work to
look nice. Luckily the plastic surgeon had given me a pert nose,
luscious lips and higher cheekbones the day after I stopped going
into work on Labor Day. Without those, I don't think the sexy
housewife effect would have worked.
And I did look like a sexy housewife when I was dressed for the
party. My waist -- oh, which was also reduced by surgery to 24 inches
-- was nipped to a ridicules 20 inches with a white corset. The dress
I wore was straight from the 1950s, though very low cut, and just
above my knee. It clung to my tiny waist and flared out from the
petticoats, and was a darling light pink with very fine stripes. Kind
of like the day dress a stripper would wear. I had to admit, my
breasts looked spectacular, though I did have to keep stuffing them
in so the tops of my big pink nipples didn't peak out. They were the
first thing you noticed about me. Then my long beautiful blonde hair,
then my big blue eyes. Then my very red lips.
I had to admit that I was really anticipating the reaction of people
at the club, particularly David. In fact, I was kind of... itching to
see him. I had to see him. My whole evening depended on seeing him
and his reaction. It was like this Hoover dam of emotions was ready
to explode, though I wasn't sure what for. And to a lesser extent I
couldn't wait to see the expression on the Reverend's face.
***
So, we walked into the club, and all eyes were upon and Mandy and
me. She looked very proper and handsome in her tux, like a groom on
the big day. I was surprised by two things. First, that my father
recognized me. He immediately turned and walked out, and never came
back. Second, Cathy was dressed identically to me (though not nearly
as pretty), and David was dressed identically to Mandy.
David. Oh my. David. He looked at me with adoring eyes, and I looked
up at him with the same kind of young love. And we were in love, I
knew it that very instant. He swept me up into his arms and kissed me
long and hard, and I thought I would melt when his tongue entered my
mouth. I wondered what his cock would feel like in there, and hoped I
would soon find out.
I looked at the crowd, and saw they were aghast. So Mandy's, now
Martin's, plan had worked perfectly. She was lecturing the crowd on
perceptions, and how they never knew that she and Cathy were a
lesbian couple, and David and I were a gay couple. I was very happy
that our costumes had the effect she desired. I noticed that my urge
to serve her had evaporated and was transferred to my David.
Then I saw the reverend in his ridiculous tin soldier costume. I
walked over to him, hand in hand with David, and gave him a piece of
my mind about his sermons about gays and lesbians. I had no idea
where the words were coming from, but I realized that I sounded
exactly like Mandy ... er ... Martin would. I also told him that I
expected him to marry David and me when the time was right. David and
I left then and went back to his house, which would soon become our
home. That was our first night together, and like a young bride, it
was painful but satisfying. I did taste his cock in my mouth, and he
made love to me gently but firmly.
And I was right about the reverend. He did eventually marry us in a
private ceremony. Of course, I had to seduce him first, and Martin
had to catch it on film. Frankly, I hated being with a man other than
David, but I knew it was for a good cause. The site of the reverend
sucking my tiny dick, looking up at my huge breasts looming above
him, was precious.
I quickly settled into the role of adoring housewife and feel
totally content just cooking, cleaning and satisfying David in every
way he could imagine. Every now and then I remember my life before
turning into a woman, and I'm horrified and embarrassed by my current
life. But that usually just happens in my dreams, and I find when I
listen to the tapes that Martin gives me, I start feeling better
about my perfect life.
And speaking of new lives, David and I have moved to a new town
across the country where nobody knows about our past. All they know
is we're the super sexy couple in the neighborhood, and that all the
men are constantly trying to catch peeks of me in my low-cut tops and
my bikini when I sunbath in our backyard.
But I remain devoted to David, and can think only of him. Being the
perfect wife for him consumes my life.
We've applied to adopt two children, and given David makes so much
money, I'm sure we'll be successful. So in addition to all my wifely
duties, I spend time putting together what I hope will be the most
adorable nursery in town. I've also taken hormones and routinely pump
my breasts, so now I'm lactating and will be ready to breast-feed our
babies. This has made my breasts even bigger, but I don't mind the
attention.
Martin just called and said that Cathy is pregnant, and soon will
have a baby conceived with the sperm that David donated to them. I'm
sure it will be a beautiful baby, and I remember fondly milking David
and delivering his sperm for the insemination. I held Cathy's hand
during the procedure, and will be proud to be a wet nurse for them
when they visit with their new baby.
I can't wait!
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