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The Proper Dress
By Amy Holiday
A slender young woman balanced two grocery bags and a large purse as
she opened the door to the second floor apartment. She backed up to
open the door and not loose her grip on the bags or the purse and
then she let the door slam behind her. "Honey, I'm home," she called
out. "The power went out at the office and they sent everyone home
early."
In the bedroom a young man wearing women's clothes stood in terror.
"I'll be out in a minute," he shouted to his wife. But it was too
late. His wife opened the bedroom door and looked with amazement at
her husband.
"John, what in the Hell are you doing with that dress? Is this what
you do when I am not at home?
"It's not what it seems," John replied sheepishly.
"What's it supposed to seem like?" his wife Nancy fired back. "You
never told me about your little fetish. What other secrets are you
keeping from me?"
"Let me put my other clothes on and then we can talk over a glass of
wine or something," John replied to give himself some time to get his
answers together and try to explain this very embarrassing situation.
"No we can talk right now. But I like the idea of a glass of wine.
Why don't you be a good little girl and go in the kitchen and pour me
a nice tall one.
John did as he was told and headed for the kitchen, his high heeled
shoes clicking on the hard tile floor in the kitchen. Nancy walked
right behind him trying to take in every detail. She knew some men
liked to wear women's clothing and had in fact suspected John of
doing just that. During the two years they had been married, on more
than one occasion, she had suspected her underwear drawer had been
rearranged. Also one her dresses had unexplainably come apart at the
side zipper.
Nancy sat at the kitchen bar and watched as John poured two glasses
of white wine. He was wearing a dark blue, calf length, long sleeved
dress. His shoes were plain black pumps with very high heels, much
higher than Nancy found comfortable. He had on a long blonde wig that
came down past his shoulders. His makeup was good except he had
overdone the eyes giving him a kind of raccoon look. All in all he
looked pretty good. It was obvious this was not his first attempt.
"OK, tell me all about it," Nancy ordered as she sipped her wine.
"There's not much to tell, actually. I just have this desire to
dress up sometimes."
"How long have you been doing this?"
"Almost as long as I can remember," he admitted. "My mother let me
wear dresses around the house when I was a little boy. In fact she
must have bought the dresses."
"Did she keep buying you dresses?"
"No."
"So sometime you started buying your own clothes, right."
"Well, yes."
"How many outfits do you have right now?"
"Just this dress and a skirt blouse outfit."
"And where have you been hiding all these clothes?"
"In my suitcase under our bed."
"I need some more wine, John," she said handing her glass to him.
"John doesn't sound right for you dressed like that." She thought for
a moment. "I like Jane better. You can be Jane."
"OK," he answered as he handed her a second glass of wine.
"Well Jane where are we going tonight?"
"I had thought that we could go out to dinner later."
"Well you are dressed to go out. In fact you are dressed nicer than
me. But I don't see how you can stand those shoes."
"I wasn't planning on wearing this when we go out."
"Oh, why not?" she said sarcastically. The alcohol was starting to
have its effect on Nancy. "You look so cute, Jane."
"I'll change and then we can go."
"Where?" she asked.
"Anywhere you want."
"La chez," she replied, slurring her French pronunciation.
"You got it," Jane replied slipping off the bar stool. "I'll be
right back."
In a few minutes John appeared dressed as usual. Nancy was still at
the kitchen bar sipping her third glass of wine.
Over dinner John answered all her questions about his heretofore
secret cross dressing. He purposefully kept his voice very low and
leaned across the table so others in the restaurant wouldn't hear.
Nancy seemed to enjoy his situation, making him squirm. Then after
dinner while driving home Nancy laid down her rules. "I don't care if
you wear women's clothes, John," she started. "But I insist on some
rules."
"OK," John replied not taking his eyes off the road as he drove.
"First, don't ever wear any of my clothes again or use any of my
makeup."
"Not a problem."
"It will be a problem if you do," she fired back.
"Believe me it won't be a problem. I'll never touch any of your
clothes again."
"Second, I get to pick and buy your clothes."
"OK, but..."
"No buts about it," she fired back. "I don't want you to go out
dressed like some tramp slut and get arrested."
"I don't go out of the house," John replied.
"You never can tell when some neighbor will see you or something."
"Can I at least have some say?" John asked.
"Oh, of course you can tell me what you like. I just want to make
the final decision. You know you can't put an outfit together without
my help."
Nancy was referring to the guidance she had found she had needed to
provide to have her husband dress correctly as it was. He had a
tendency to mix patterns or colors. In her opinion he didn't have any
taste in clothes. And since she already controlled what male clothes
he wore it was only natural for her to control what female clothes he
wore. So John agreed to her choice of clothing.
"Also, I'll tell you when to cross dress."
"Why do you need to do that? I have kept it secret for so long. I
can keep dressing when you are away."
"No, John. I don't want you to keep it a secret any more. You can
cross dress when I am around the house. But I will tell you when it's
OK. I don't want any embarrassing situations. It's really better for
you."
John agreed.
"There is one final rule," she said looking directly at him. "There
can be no cross dressing when we are making love. I don't want to
feel like some lesbian."
"Don't worry about that," John replied immediately.
The rest of the night was uneventful. They went home, watched TV for
awhile and then went to bed. The lovemaking was a little more
passionate than usual. The thoughts of cross dressing may have
excited both of them more than usual, encouraging a little more
sexual desire in both of them as they lay together.
John worked rotating shifts while Nancy worked normal weekday
business hours. As a result they often went days without seeing each
other for any length of time. They spent the evenings together only
on days John worked the first shift from 5 AM to 4 PM or on his days
off which rotated. There were many weekdays John had off while Nancy
was at work. It was on those days that John had dressed. Nancy had no
problem with that as long as John got his errands run.
One night after dinner, Nancy had John stand still while she took
his body measurements. Then using the size charts from a mail order
catalog she determined what sizes he should wear. It wasn't the same
as she had been used to because the relationship of chest and hip
sizes was different for a man and a woman. That same night she had
John install a locking door knob on the small closet in the hallway.
This was to be Jane's closet. Nancy kept the key but left the door
unlocked.
Over the next few weeks Nancy purchased several outfits for Jane, a
couple of long skirts, shorts, and knit tops. She also purchased some
flat and low heeled shoes much the same as she wore every day. In
fact, all her new purchases were things she would have gotten for
herself. The bras and panties she got were put in John's dresser next
to his male underwear. He found them one morning as he got dressed.
Nancy had taken his clothes out of the suitcase under the bed and put
them with the other things.
On a Saturday morning, one of the few John had off from work; Nancy
had him sit down while she cleaned up his eyebrows and tried
different makeup to improve his look. That afternoon Nancy took him
to a wig shop and bought a better wig. When they got home she had him
change into Jane complete with new makeup. John was amazed how good
he looked and Nancy was very proud of herself. She insisted he stay
dressed the rest of the day until bed time. It was the longest time
John had been dressed his whole life. Two weeks later Nancy surprised
John by taking him to the Mall to have his ears pierced. He was
reluctant because it might not go over so well at work, but Nancy
insisted. And John didn't want to let the opportunity pass by.
The door to the hall closet was open almost all the time. Only when
Nancy expected company did she lock it. John felt free to be Jane
whenever he wanted. He didn't feel he had to sneak around any more.
He even stayed dressed one day when Nancy came home from work. She
wasn't surprised and even seemed pleased. The closet was slowly but
surely filling with new clothes. The choices expanded each month.
Jane had the problem of what to wear. The only complaint from Nancy
had been that John's manhood stood out. She bought him a few pair of
control panties. They held him in eliminating the telltale lump in a
skirt or shorts.
John found that he wanted to be John when Nancy was home. He noticed
that Nancy spoke to Jane differently than she spoke to John. The
differences were subtle but very noticeable once he recognized the
change. She never referred to Jane by any of the endearments she used
with John. Instead, Nancy used terms like, honey or sweetie, as in,
"Sweetie will you bring me the TV Guide." He followed suit and spoke
to her as he heard women speak to each other in the office. Other
things were different when Jane was home. Nancy made no attempt to
sit next to Jane on the couch and cuddle up as she did with John. She
also corrected Jane when she sat or walked in an un-ladylike fashion.
For Christmas, Santa brought Jane a book on makeup techniques and a
pair of large gold hoop earrings.
The number of days dressed as Jane actually decreased. A lot of the
things John liked to do were impossible as Jane, like washing the car
or playing golf. Jane wasn't allowed to watch the same TV shows as
John. Nancy insisted on controlling the remote and watching her
favorite shows, forget Monday Night Football. Nancy even asked John
if he had given up on Jane since she hadn't seen her on almost a
month. He told her that he had just been to busy. Nancy gave him a
hard time insisting that he didn't want to spend the time putting on
makeup and getting dressed like she had to do every day.
Nancy waked John with a big kiss and love making one Saturday
morning that they both had off from work. Then she insisted that Jane
spend the day with her. John couldn't say no. Then as he went into
the bathroom to shave and shower Nancy asked that he shave all over,
arms, legs, and underarms. He resisted but she hugged him and begged,
"Oh, please. Do it for me." He gave in. After showering he found
Nancy had laid out an outfit on the bed for him to wear. It included
panty hose, a skirt, and heels. "Pretty fancy for a Saturday," he
said to himself. "I'm out of the shower," he called. "I'll shower
while you get dressed," she answered. "I put cereal and fruit on the
table for breakfast," she added.
During breakfast Nancy complemented Jane on her looks but insisted
that she add some jewelry, the hoop earrings and bracelets.
Obediently, Jane traded her small earrings for the large hoop
earrings and slid some bracelets on her wrist. When she came back out
of the bedroom Nancy handed her a present. "What is this for," Jane
asked. "Oh, a little something you'll need today," Nancy replied
smiling.
Jane sat down and removed the colorful wrapping paper and opened the
box to reveal a purse. "I knew you didn't have one," Nancy said
smiling. "No I don't. I never needed one," Jane replied "Look
inside," Nancy said. Jane opened the purse and inside was a ladies
wallet. "Open it," Nancy prompted. Jane opened the wallet. John's
identification was inside, a driver's license, some credit cards and
a picture of Nancy. Jane looked surprised. "I don't understand," Jane
said looking up at Nancy who was standing. "You can't drive without a
license, and you can't stick your wallet in your skirt pocket. That
would give it all away," Nancy rattled off.
"Are we going somewhere?" Jane asked.
"Yes. It's your first day out," Nancy replied.
Jane was silent for a few seconds then replied, "I don't think I am
ready to go out in the daylight. What if someone recognizes me?"
"Believe me; no one will recognize you, especially where we are
going."
"Where, are we going," Jane asked. "Not to where you work, that's
for sure," Nancy replied.
Reluctantly, Jane followed Nancy to the car. When he went to open
the door for her she reminded him that women don't open car doors for
each other. It was the first time Jane had ever driven a car wearing
heels. It wasn't difficult but it certainly felt different. "Where
are we going?" Jane asked. "To the Mall." was Nancy's reply. "Oh, no.
Not the Mall. I can't do it," Jane complained. "Don't be a scare-dy-
cat. No one will ever say anything," Nancy retorted. "There are too
many people at the Mall. No one cares who looks like what. And
besides you are with me. Just two women out shopping," Nancy
insisted. "Jane, you aren't beautiful. You won't make it in
Hollywood. But you are not ugly. You look a lot better than some of
the women I see at the mall every week," she said. Jane shook her
head in disbelief and kept driving.
Once at the Mall, Jane followed Nancy from the car. "Don't walk so
fast. I'm not that good in these shoes," Jane complained. "You sound
like an old lady. You are doing just fine," was the reply.
Once in the Mall the two stopped at shops to look in the window but
did not go inside. Jane tried to be inconspicuous as possible. She
looked at her reflection the store widows to make sure everything was
in its proper place. Nancy made comments about the dresses in the
windows and things and Jane just nodded in response. When they came
to a shoe store Nancy casually walked in and started looking at the
shoes on the display. A young man came over and asked if he could
help, to which Nancy said that she and her friend were interested in
some pumps like this, as she held up one for the salesman to see.
Nancy provided the size information and the salesman went to the back
to retrieve the shoes. Jane obediently sat where Nancy directed.
Nancy told the salesman that her friend had lost her voice so she
could only answer with a nod. Then for the next half hour the two
tried on perhaps a dozen pair of shoes each finally ending up with
three pair for Nancy and two for Jane. There were no complaints from
Jane as Nancy put all the shoes on the charge card. Jane was in no
position to complain about spending too much on shoes as John often
did.
Nancy led Jane around the Mall for the next three hours, stopping at
the Food Court for lunch. Finally, Nancy was ready to go home and
went to the driver's side when they got to the car. When they got
home Jane took her shoes off and sat down. But not for long. Nancy
had her up again and off to a movie and then out to dinner. As they
got into bed Nancy rolled over on top of John, who had removed all
traces of Jane's makeup, and started what turned out to be a marathon
evening of love making. The next morning. Nancy asked if Jane would
like to go out again today. John said that Jane was out of town for a
while.
Over the next few months Nancy insisted Jane spend one day with her
on every weekend she and John were both off from work. John didn't
protest. During those times together Nancy had Jane help around the
house, go shopping, and out for dinner and a movie. Nancy had
purchased a book on speech to help Jane sound more feminine when she
spoke and drilled her incessantly. She also took Jane to a specialty
store to get fitted for a mastectomy bra and pads. As a result Jane
looked and sounded more womanly. John's only complaint concerned
Nancy's insistence that he keep his body hairless. He had to dance
around with excuses at work when it first started but now after a few
months no one noticed.
John and Nancy planned to go to the North Dakota for summer
vacation. Both wanted to see Mt. Rushmore and the quiet scenery. The
night before they were due to leave Nancy took Jane to the nail shop
where she had her nails done and treated Jane to a set of acrylic
nails and a pedicure. Nancy explained that she wanted Jane to drive
the next day and she thought Jane would like to try something new.
They left the next morning with Jane wearing shorts, a knit top, and
sandals. He new nails glistened in the sun. When they arrived at the
motel for the night Jane carried the suitcases into the room. She was
surprised when she opened her suitcase and found that it only
contained Jane's clothes.
"Why did you only pack Jane's clothes?" she asked.
Nancy sat on the bed sipping a drink replied, "Because I enjoy being
with Jane."
"Don't you enjoy being with me any more?"
"Of course I do, Jane. That's what I just said," Nancy fired back.
"No. That's not what I mean. Don't you enjoy being with your husband?"
"Not really. I like Jane much better."
Jane looked astounded. "Do you mean you like Jane better than John?"
"That's exactly what I mean." There was a pause then Nancy
continued, "You don't get it do you. Jane is a considerate companion.
John is often a demanding son-of-a-bitch. Where Jane goes along John
insists on telling me where to go. Jane never complains when I buy a
new pair of shoes. John always complained about everything I
bought... Remember the time made me take back the red shoes. Well, I
was that close to divorce that day," she said holding up her hand
with two fingers a small distance apart. "I was almost ready to call
it quits after I first saw Jane. It was just one more straw on the
camel's back. But then I started having fun with Jane. It was like
dressing up a doll. But after a few days together I really got to
like Jane. And besides John would come out at night for love making.
I had the best of both worlds."
Jane sat down, apparently deep in thought. She held her right hand
out in front and looked at the long polished nails. Tears started to
trickle down her cheeks. "See what I mean," Nancy said. John would
never cry but Jane can. Jane is the nicer person."
In her most feminine voice Jane replied, "I can't help it. I seem to
be two people. I know what you mean. John is a son-of-a-bitch
sometimes. He always wants to be in control. That's why he does so
well at work. But Jane is a little hesitant. She is not sure of
herself. She is always afraid someone will yell out that she is
really a man."
"That's exactly what I mean," Nancy said as she got up and walked
over to her friend. Squatting down so she looked Jane in the eye she
continued, "Jane I am so glad I found you. You are a very nice
person. I enjoy being with you. Maybe over time you can teach John to
be as nice as you."
The two women hugged and cried.
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