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Nail Polish Fetish By Margaret Jeanette Jenny Wright was in a quandry. She was having lunch with her best girlfriend, Julie, and Julie could see something was bothering her. Julie asked what it was. "I hate to say this but after four years of marriage somethng has gone out of it. Robert is attentive but when we make love he comes right away before I am even getting warm, not hot. Also, he isn't as attentive around me as he was when we first got married. I just would like to get him to pay attention to me more is all." "I had that trouble with my Hal and I took control. What you have to find is their weakness and exploit it. My Hal's is lipstick. I saw how he always watched me putting on lipstick so one night I put it on him. He melted and we had the best sex in years. Now, if I want a quickie I leave him like he is but if I want a longer session I put lipstick on him. I have even taken him shopping while wearing lipstick that couldn't help but be noticed. Hal is completely under my control when wearing lipstick. You ought to try it. Find Robert's weakness and use it." "I think I will. I don't have any idea what it is but I definitely will be watching to see what turns him on." "I even made Hal wear a bra and panties a couple of times. You would be surprised at how they change when you make adjustments in their lives." "I can't imagine Robert in panties and a bra. I can't picture it at all. He is a little wimpish but not that much." When she got home all she could think about was what was Robert's weakness and how could she exploit it. He arrived home. She put on lipstick but he didn't pay any attention. At bedtime she slowly undressed and put a sexy nightgown on but he wasn't payig any attention to her at all. Julie didn't tell her it was going to be this tough to find his weakness, she thought. The next morning being Saturday they both were home. Robert was sitting in the easy chair, barefoot and in his pajamas yet. Jenny was sitting on the couch preparing to do her nails. She saw Robert looking at her as she removed the old polish. He was still watching her as she applied the pink polish to her fingernails. She wondered if nail polish was his weakness. She finished and let them dry. Robert was watching her the whole time. He wasn't reading the newspaper he held in his hands. Her nails were dry and she asked him to come sit by her. He went and sat next to her. She grabbed one of his legs and before he could say anythng she was putting polish on his toenails. She saw his shoulders sag a bit and knew she had him now. His eyes were almost glazed as she applied the polish. The other leg followed and soon he had ten painted toes. "Now let me do your fingernails!" He obediently held his hands out fingers extended. She applied the pink polish to his fingernails. It was like he was in a trance. She wondered how far she could take this. She got a tube of bright pink lipstick and soon he had colored lips. The she took him into the bedroom and had him put on a pair of her lacy panties and a matching bra. She told him to get dressed the rest of the way and watched as he finished dressing. She told him to come, that they were going to do some shopping. She stopped at the credit union and told him to go inside to get some cash. He said he couldn't do it wearing lipstick, and she told him not to be so silly, get in there and get the cash! He did as she commanded. She sat in the car smiling to herself. He went in, and when the girl finished counting out the cash she said, "Pretty lipstick." He blushed and left. She took him to a store that had a cosmetic advisor to find out what colors he should be wearing. The advisor didn't bat an eyelash as she told Jenny that his lipstick was all wrong. She recommended a bright red lipstick, blue eye shadow, black eyeliner and rose blush over light suntan foundation. Jenny told the woman to get everything they needed, then asked the woman if she could apply the first coat so they could see how it is done. The woman laughed and did as requested. Robert was now fully made-up and feeling foolish. He was also feeling very strange. Jenny was thinking about what was happening. On the one hand she wondered how far she could take this, and on the other hand she was disgusted that Robert would allow this to be done to him. She thought it would be good punishment to make him wear a dress and everything that goes with it. They passed a wig shop and Jenny saw a wig in the window she thought would be perfect for Robert. They went in and when they walked out he was wearing a blond up-do wig. With his unisex sandals and pink toes he looked like a woman wearing a man's shirt and slacks. She led him into a dress shop and when she held a dress against him she saw his shoulders sag some more. So, dresses were also a weakness. She bought two dresses and a full satin slip for him. Next it was a shoe store where the salesgirl giggled as she put peds on his feet to try on some heels. They ended up getting three pair of heels and he ended up wearing one pair out of the store. Then they stopped in the food court for lunch. Jenny saw several people staring at Robert but just smiled at them. She tried to think about what else they could do. She couldn't think of anything, so they only walked the length of the mall concourse. There wasn't anything that caught her eye so they headed home. At home Jenny felt hot for sex. She got Robert in the bedroom and they got ready for action. They made love really slow and Jennny thought it was delightful. She loved how he slowly moved from one part of her body to another. After they were done and the afterglow was dying down she suggested he try on the pink silk dress they'd gotten. He got up and soon was standing there wearing a slip and the dress. Jenny liked the way he looked and told him he looked really sweet. He was still wondering what was happening to him, but couldn't quite put a finger on it. Two hours later Jenny removed the polish from his fingers. It was like he was waking up. He realized that he was wearing a dress and started to cry. Jenny asked him what was wrong. "When I was eight and my sister was ten she put nail polish on me and then had me wear her old dresses. She did that about a dozen times that summer. We had to play having tea. She laughed when my mother saw me and said I had to stay in dresses until she decided I had had enough. I wore a dress for a week straight and Mother made me go outside to play. The neighbor kids teased me something terrible. I never got over it. So every time I see a woman wearing nail polish I think of how sexy she looks and ... get to feeling strange. Did you have me in nail polish?" "Yes, I did, and I enjoyed it. You were fabulous and looked great. Go take a look in a mirror at your face." He went and couldn't believe what he saw. He felt sick and wanted to sink through the floor. He went back and asked Jenny if he could go change into his regular clothes. "No, I think you are dressed fine. You will wear a dress until your make-up wears off. That should be in three or four days! Until then you look so feminine and sweet we'll just leave you that way. Come here and let me put some new polish on those nails. Your polish should match your lipstick." Jenny then laughed. She was feeling so self-assured, so in charge. Soon he was sporting bright red fingernails and was again in a kind of trance. Jenny wondered what else she could have him do. She was really beginning to love the power she had over him. She was matching his toenails to his fingernails and wondered if she could get him to go out to eat. "Go change into that pretty red velvet dress and put the red heels on that we got and we'll go out to eat." She was pleased at how fast he moved to do as she bid. She was getting wet just thinking about how she controlled him. Jenny wanted even more but couldn't think of anything else. It frustrated her a bit that she couldn't come up with anything. At the supper club they got a secluded corner booth. Jenny ordered for both -- a steak for her and a big salad for Robert. "We can't call you Robert when you are wearing a dress. What would you like to be called?" "I don't know. I never thought about it. Anything is fine with me." "I know what we will call you. You shall be Alice. That's a nice feminine name. Now, what is your name?" "I don't know anymore!" "It's Alice, now don't forget that Alice." Then Jenny thought of something. She wondered if she could get him out of his trance to embaress him. "Robert-come out! ROBERT-COME OUT!!" She saw he shake his head and saw his expression change, She knew he was fully aware he was Robert. She decided to have some fun with him. "You look really nice in that dress with your face all made up. Doesn't that velvet dress feel nice on you? Why don't you go to the little girl's room and redo your lipstick. It is a bit smeared from your licking your lips." "You can believe I am going to use the women's rest room, can you?" "Oh but you will. Wearing a dress and full make-up you had better use the ladies or someone will call the police and you will be in big trouble. Now, go do your lipstick! Do it now!" The way she said 'do it now,' he knew he'd better do as she said. He saw a purse lying beside his arm and saw her purse next to her, so he knew he had to take it. He went to the ladies room and soon returned wearing fresh lipstick. Jenny smiled and asked how it felt, walking in heels. He said it felt like hell and asked why was she doing this to him. "Because I can and I want to. It started just so you would pay more attention to me, but now I like being in control of you. You will do as I say from now on. Now get under the table and kiss my feet!" Not knowing why, he did as she commanded. He sat back down wondering what was next. He was very worried about things she seemed able to do to him. Their food arrived and they ate in silence. He was fully aware that he was Robert, and felt as if everyone was watching him as they left the supper club. Jenny got in and drove. He was surprised when she stopped at a nail parlor that was open. They went in and Jenny talked to the girl, who came and told him to take his shoes and nylons off. The girl, who introduced herself as Pam, started to give him a pedicure. He was enjoying the attention, especially the lower leg rub-down, though his eyes got wide when he saw the bright red nail polish being applied. It looked like it glowed and just screamed out sissy. Then the girl took him by one of the tables and started to do his fingernails, explaining that would give his toenails a chance to dry completely. When she finished preparing his nails she started putting a light pink polish on them. He thought it looked too feminine but she told him that was what his wife ordered. She gave him three coats and then started to do something he couldn't figure out. When she finished he looked at his nails and saw 'SISSY ALICE' spelled out on his fingernails. He blushed a deep red. A letter on each nail stood out in deep red so it couldn't be missed. When they were driving away from the nail parlor Robert asked, "Why did you do that? Why do I have my nails done that way?" "It just tells the truth. You are a sissy, aren't you? You are a man wearing a dress and heels. You are wearing make-up. Is that a sissy or not?" "I am not a sissy. A sissy does that of his own free will. You tricked me into this. You took advantage of me." "You are still a sissy. You will never convince me of anything else. I am having a problem seeing you as a man when you are wearing such a pretty dress and heels." "The heels aren't that tall. They are what -- two inches or two and a half." Jenny made a fast U-turn and he wondered where they were headed now. She pulled into a parking lot of Cleo's Adult Store. Inside she had him try on a pair of six-ionch heels. They fit and she tore the tag off and told him he would wear them until he admitted he was a sissy. Then she spotted a white blouse trimmed with lace and big red letters that said 'SISSY'. She bought that for him to wear. He was having trouble walking in the heels and couldn't keep up with her as she left the store. He got outside only to see her driving off. He knew it was a mile and a half to get home. He started walking. Soon he had to rest as his legs wouldn't go any further. Forty minutes later he arrived home. He had to ring the front doorbell to be let in. "Are you ready to admit you are a sissy now or do you want me to take you for a ride so you can walk some more in your new heels?" "I am not a sissy! Get that through your head!" "Come on, we are going for a ride." "Where are we going?" "Maybe to visit your sister. I'll bet she will love to see you this way!" "I am not going there! With this between us is one thing but let's not get anyone else involved." He knew his sister lived a little less than a mile away, but he didn't want to go there. He knew she would tease him something terrible. Jenny grabbed him by the arm and he had no choice but to go with her. She got him into the garage and into the front seat of the car, telling him to stay there. He was shaking he was so angry. She pulled into his sister's driveway and made him get out. They rang the front doorbell but no one answered. Jenny said they must be gone, and allowed him to get into the car before taking off. He was sure she was going to hurry and drive off, but she didn't. She turned the wrong way going out if the driveway. He asked where they were going and she said he would find out. She drove for about ten blocks and suddenly pulled into another driveway. He had no idea where they were. They went to the front door and rang the doorbell. The door opened and his jaw dropped. Wendy Neuman answered the door. She was one of Jenny's best friends, and he had sometimes daydreamed about her, about how sexy she was. Jenny told her that he was now her sissy. She had him lift his skirt to show his nylon lacy panties. Wendy laughed and said she might have a dress he could have. She left and soon came back carrying a lavender dress. "I wore this when I was a bridesmaid. It is a mermaid style that I hated. I will never wear it again so he can have it. It should fit him, but he can try it on if you like to see how it fits." "That's a great idea. Alice, go try on your new gown." He didn't get up out of his chair. Jenny stood up and took a step toward him. He jumped up and grabbed the dress and went into the bedroom Wendy pointed out. The girls exchanged chit-chat and giggles while he was changing. Jenny told her all about what she had done to him. Wendy laughed and told her she doesn't have any problem with her husband, Ross, paying attention to her. Alice came out wearing the dress. He could take only short steps in the dress. He was blushing deeply as Wendy rubbed his rear in order to feelhow tight it was on him. She said it was like it was made for him. He wasn't impressed at all. He was starting to feel sick. Jenny said, "You can keep that dress on. It looks so sweet on you. I know you just love it, don't you?" "It is hard to walk in. Also, it feels tight on top." Wendy said, "That's how it's supposed to feel. It felt tight on top on me also. You'll get used to it." She was openly laughing now at him. He gave her a disgusted look and she laughed all the harder. It was time to leave and Jenny scooted out the door and was out of the driveway before he was to the door. Now he had no idea which way to go to get home. He realized he should have paid more attention to how they'd gotten there. He walked five blocks before he got to a street name he recognized. He couldn't take long steps because of the skirt. An hour and a half later he finally arrived home. "Are you ready to admit you are a sissy now?" "I told you I am not a sissy!" It was time for bed. He couldn't get the heels off. He asked Jenny how they came off. She laughed evilly and looked at them. "I don't really know. I never had a pair like that. You are wearing them, so you can get them off. I'll help you if you admit you are a sissy." "I keep telling you I am NOT a sissy!" "Then sleep in the heels. I'll help you when you admit you are a sissy." "I have to work tomorrow. I can't wear these clothes to work. What if someone comes in to order something?" He had a workshop four blocks from their house where he made speciality cabinets. He was known for making only the best out of exotic woods. He got paid a hefty sum for each one he made. "You can work in what you wore today or you can pick any of your other dresses. I may change my mind if you admit you are a sissy, but don't count on it." The next morning he seriously thought about admitting he was a sissy but decided against it. It was against his principles. "Are you ready to admit you are a sissy yet?" "NO!" "Then I can wait and you can continue the way you are. Now, I want you to admit you are a sissy and tell me you want me to keep you that way. If you keep refusing it will get worse, I promise." He was starting to feel sick again. He knew she meant it and he knew she could make it worse. She left for work and he finished another cup of coffee. When he went out in the garage he was shocked to see she had taken his truck and left him the little Ford. It had no pick-up, the kind he liked, being only a four cylinder car. He got in and went to his shop. It was near impossible for him to get anything done. The dress was bad enough but the heels made it almost impossible for him to move around. He did manage to get some work done but quit early because his legs were killing him. He went home and sat in the recliner in the living room. Jenny got home and found him sleeping in the recliner. She smiled, knowing he was home early. She imagined he that he had a rough day. She couldn't help but smile to herself. She woke him for supper and he still looked tired. She laughed when he complained about how his legs had hurt just about all day. She told him that was part of being a woman. "Are you ready to admit you are a sissy and want me to keep you that way?" "I am not a sissy but if you want me to admit it, I will. But I don't think I will really mean it." "You better think again. Now you better admit you are a sissy and mean it and that you want me to keep you that way and that you will go to a beauty parlor and get your hair done up feminine. Keep refusing and it is going to get worse." He knew it was going to get worse but he couldn't think how. Finally in desperation he said, "I am a sissy and I want you to keep me this way." "Do you really mean that?" "Y-y-yes." "Do you also agree to go to a beauty parlor and get your hair done up feminine?" "Yes, but I don't know why I have to do that." "Just because I said so. If you hadn't been so stubborn you wouldn't have to go but now you see what your stubborness got you. Have them do your nails and get false nails, the ultra ones." After supper Jenny was on the phone and when she hung up she told him he had an appointment at Lovely Lady salon tomorrow morning at nine. He glared at her but didn't say anything. He didn't want to upset her. At bedtime Jenny said in a amusing voice,"Look at what I found. I'll bet it is the key to your shoes. Do you want to get them off or keep them on?" It was a no-brainer for her to ask that. He breathed a sigh of relief when they were off. The next morning Jenny told him to wear his pink dress with the pink heels. He put everything on and she told him to redo his lipstick. Not wanting to anger her he did just that. He arrived at the salon right at nine. A woman who introduced herself as Gloria asked him if he was Alice. She took him to her chair. She told him she already had her instructions for his hair. She also told him he had the wrong color lipstick for his coloring. She asked if he wanted her to make him up in the right colors and he agreed. He didn't know why he agreed but he did. When she was done he had a very feminine hair-do that was all curls and his face looked great with the right colors on his eyes, cheeks and lips. Gloria gave him a pink pouch containing the right cosmetics for him to use. At the nail station a girl who introduced herself as Traci told him she knew just what he needed. She laughed out loud when she read 'SISSY ALICE on his nails, and asked if he wanted that on his new nails. He assured her he didn't want that on them. She removed the old polish and went to work on his nails. When she was done he had nails that extended three quarters of an inch past his fingertips. He knew it was going to take some getting used to the longer nails. He took another look in the mirror and marveled at how his hair framed his face. When he got home Jenny was already there. She told him he looked just darling in his new hair-do. She told him his nails looked very sweet but like dangerous weapons. It was Wednesday and he wore the white blouse with the ruffles and the straight denim skirt with black flats. Jenny told him he would look better in his white sandals, so he put them on. She liked looking at his painted toes. He got a lot done at work and was feeling pretty good about how well the cabinet was coming. He was ready to start the varnishing, and figured it should be ready by Monday to be delivered. When he got home Jenny wasn't home yet so he started supper. He peeled potatoes and breaded the pork chops and got the petite peas ready to cook. He had the pork chops just about done when Jenny walked in exclaiming how nice the supper smelled. Supper was on the table and they sat down to eat. Jenny thanked him for making supper. She seemed in a good mood tonight. "So how did your day go today? Better than yesterday?" "Yes, I didn't have to put up with those awful shoes." "Now tell me the truth, not some horseshit answer -- how do you really feel wearing a dress?" "That is hard to answer. Sometimes it is a bitch. l don't like wearing that dress Wendy gave me. They should gather all those dresses and burn them. The full skirted ones aren't bad to wear and sometimes I get a sexy feeling wearing one. All in all it isn't as bad as I thought it would be. But I still would like to get back in my own clothes." "What do you mean -- you are in your own clothes right now!" "I mean my men's clothes. You know what I mean." "Yes but with your pretty permanent you would look funny in your men's clothes." "How long does a permanent last?" "Oh three to four months on the lean side. Some can go six months before neediing a new perm." "Six months! That's like a death sentence! Why can't I just get my head shaved?" "You want your head shaved? I can call the salon and they probably can shave it tomorrow but then I will have them glue a wig on your head. How would you like to be a blond with hair down to the middle of your back?" Jenny laughed at the thought. "Forget it! What is it you really want?" "What I really want, I am getting now. So I think I made the right decision when I put you in dresses. I never thought I would go that far but it just happened so easily. It fell in place like one domino after another. Now, it really isn't so bad after all, is it?" "Like I said, it's not a bad thing actually. I sometimes really like the feel of the clothes on the backs of my legs and I have had enough men giving me a second look with lust in their eyes. You know that's somethng I can't figure out. I like it when a man gives me that second look." "That's the feminine side of you. Don't worry, all men have a feminine side. It just doesn't always show, but every man has it in one form or another." "So now when I like wearing a dress, that's my feminine side coming out, but when I feel odd wearing a dress it's my masculine side showing through?" "That's about it. I do hope you don't hate me for putting you in dresses. I honestly never, never thought it would go this far. Do you hate me?" "No, I love you or I would have been gone long ago. I still can't see why you put me in dresses but I know you must have had good reasons for doing it. I don't think I could ever hate you." With tears in her eyes Jenny said, "Thank you very much. I am glad to hear that. I love you very much and really don't want to hurt you. You went along with everything so nicely I couldn't help myself. I feel a lot better now knowing you aren't angry over this." He felt a little sorry for her but didn't want to say much more to get her depressed or upset. They finished supper and she washed and he dried the dishes. The next day he wore the bright yellow sundress with the ruffled shoulder straps. He was working in his shop giving the finishing touches to his latest cabinet when a woman customer entered his shop. It was someone he recognized. "Hello, I would like to order a special cabinet. I have an idea in mind but am wondering if you could maybe improve on it." "Sure, I'll give it a try. What do you have in mind?" "I have a collection of collector's plates scattered around the house and I was wondering if I could get them all in one place. They are all about the same size-11 1/2 inches in diameter." "Do you have some that you want to highlight or not?" "Yes, six of them are very valuable. Do you have anything in mind?" "I think I can make a quick sketch of what I am thinking about. Gimme a minute and I will show you." He quickly did a rough sketch of a cabinet he had in mind. He returned and asked her if it would fit what she wanted. 'Yes, that's exactly what I had in mind, only a little better. It is nice to see it in actuality." "This is just a rough sketch. The finished product will look a lot better. Now, if I could come to your house and see where you want it I will know what kind of woods to use for it." "Sure, I live at six Oak Court. Do you know where that is?" "I sure do! I played golf with your father before he died. How are things going at the bank?" "Well, for the most part things are going pretty good right now. I do have one problem bugging me, but it isn't something I can't handle. May I ask why are you wearing a dress?" "My wife was unhappy with something about me so she put me in dresses. I really don't know why but she sure seems to like me in dresses so I go along with it. It isn't so bad, actually. Is there a problem with me in dresses?" "Absolutly not! I was just thinking that might be the answer to my problem. I don't mind telling you my problem. My husband is fooling around with his secretary. I wonder how she would like to see him in a dress, all dressed up. What do you think?" (Read upcoming, The Banker's Husband.) "I think you have to make that decision yourself. I know your husband and I know he likes the girls. You have to decide what you want to do about it. I can only tell you at first I thought it was the end of the world but I now don't really mind wearing most dresses." "Thank you and how long before I can get my cabinet?" "After I see where it's going to go, probably about two weeks. I do exacting work." "I know, that's why I'm here. I'll see you at my house at six-thirty tonight. Okay!" "Okay, Mrs. Woodward." At six-thirty he was at Mrs. Woodward's house and looking at where she thought she wanted it. He looked the room over and suggested another spot and explained why. She loved his suggestion and told him that was where it was going to go. At home he was so happy to have another cabinet to make so soon after the one he'd finished today. It would be delivered Monday. He called Carl, who helped him deliver cabinets, and set it up for delivery. Then he sat and thought about what woods he was going to use on the new cabinet. The week-end came and on Saturday they went shopping and he got a new purse and three new dresses. One was a creme colored cocktail dress he thought looked sexy. Jenny told him to get it if he liked it that much. She smiled as he tried it on in the dressing room. Monday he got the woods he was going to need for the new cabinet. He unloaded the wood and finished just as Carl got there. "What's with wearing a dress? Are you turning queer or what?" "It's my wife's idea. Actually in a way, I am starting to enjoy it. I would never admit that to my wife but it isn't bad." "Whatever turns your cart. You can do what you want but you will never see me in a dress." Wednesday at supper Jenny said, "Tonight I am going to a Special Girl party. You can come along. I think you might enjoy it." "I don't think I am going to enjoy it. A bunch of women chatting doesn't turn me on." "Come on, it will be fun, I guarantee it!" "Okay, but just because you want me to go is the only reason I am going. Those woman only parties aren't my thing, you know." "I know but just wait, you may find yourself getting into the spirit of the party." They arrived at the home the party was at and everyone welcomed him just like they would any woman. The party started and he quickly found out it was a cosmetics party. By the time the party was over he had ordered two new lipstick colors, a light lavender eye shadow -- a shade he just loved -- and three perfumes, one that was kind of expensive but he wanted it. He ordered just over ninety dollars worth, and for being the big orderer he got a small bottle of a new line of perfumes that was going to be available next month. On the way home Jenny said, "You really got into that party, didn't you? I am surprised that you ordered so much." "I don't know what happened. I just wanted everything I ordered. I can't really say why but I wanted it." "Well, I am wondering if you aren't getting into this thing too much." "What do you mean?" "Forget it! I was just wondering is all." The next night at supper Jenny said, "I have been thinking all day about you. You are becoming too feminine for me. Tomorrow you can go back to your men's clothes." "What about my perm and all those cosmetics I ordered. I don't have a single dress that is worn out yet. Not even out of style. What happened to you wanting to keep me in dresses? Why are you changing right now?" "I just want my husband back is all. You are more like a sister or best girlfriend now. I need that husband I had before. I really miss him." "How about you let me stay this way until I get to try the new cosmetics and get to wear those three dresses I haven't worn yet." "Are you telling me you want to stay in dresses? I can't believe it!" "Being in dresses isn't anything like I thought it was. Yes, I do enjoy wearing a dress most of the time." "Well, do what you want, but know you can go back to your man clothes anytime." "That's good to know, but I also know I am going to miss the softness of the clothes." "You can continue to wear the panties and understuff -- you know, the pantyhose and camisole. How does that sound?" "That sounds great. When I do go back to my man clothes I may just do what you suggested." With that understanding they had advanced their marriage into a future promising more love and devotion. They were more in love than ever before. (c) 2009 by Margaret Jeanette