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Banker's Husband By Margaret Jeanette Hilda Woodward was deep in thought. She had just gotten an envelope from the private investigator she had hired. It contained a written outline of her husbands activities for the past three days. Included were eight pictures of him and his secretary in bed at a local motel. She had suspected something was going on but never thought he was that involved. But being President of a bank, she had her responsibilities, and she had to put the bank's reputation first and her private feelings second. It was ten A.M. and she called her private secretary into her office. After talking to her for ten minutes she sent her to do some special shopping, giving her exact sizes for evrything that needed sizing. At ten to one the private investigator dropped off three more photos of her husband. She decided something had to be done and done now. She talked to her secretary and together they planned how it would go down. Hilda told her she had already done some things to prepare for this day, which she knew was coming. At one-thirty she called Tom to her office. He was a vice-president but really didn't have much to do with the bank. He spent more time playing games on the Internet than doing any valuable work for the bank. "Tom, we have a problem. Give me your keys!" He handed her the keys, not knowing why she wanted them. She had that hard look on her face that he told him he was in trouble, but he couldn't think what it was that was bothering her. She handed him a big envelope and he opened it. He saw the pictures of him at the Happy Rest Motel with his secretary. He blushed and saw the written report of his indiscretions. He knew he was in trouble, big time, this time. Hilda stood right in front of where he was sitting. "You are done as an officer of this bank. I have an idea where you might be of use to me but if you don't want that you can be out on the streets. Do you agree to do as I want or not? If you agree I will see that you have three hundred dollars a week to spend as long as you spend it on things approved by me or Cynthia, my secretary. Now, do you agree?" He thought for a minute and knew he had to agree. With those pictures he would not get much in a divorce settlement. So he agreed to whatever she had in mind. She told him to undress completely. He didn't want to in front of Cynthia, who was standing smiling at him with what he thought was a kind of evil smile. But after a short bit he started to undress. Cynthia handed him a pair of lacy panties to put on. He didn't want to put them on but knew he was going to do it. Cynthia had him sit down and started to paint his toenails a shiny red. When she finished she did his fingernails in the same color. She finished and went to work on his face. She waxed his eyebrows and he yelped like mad when it was pulled off. She finished his foundation, eyes, cheeks and a thick layer of lipstick on his lips. He was done up in a slutty look. Then came the breast forms. They were large and felt very heavy on his chest. When Cynthia fastened a long line bra on him they didn't feel as heavy, but still felt a bit heavy. Then came the corset -- he never thought a woman could be that strong as she laced it up. He was taking short breaths when she was finally tying it off. He now had a definite feminine shape to his body. Then it was black mist nylons fastened to the corset. Then came the black short satin slip. When she had that on him Hilda told him he was getting only the best. Then it was the light pink blouse that was so sheer you could plainly see the black slip through it. Then it was the black mini skirt which just covered his black silky stocking tops. Everything was topped off with a jet black wig that rested on his shoulders. Cynthia laughed as she put his feet into five-inch black strappy sandals that with his nude toe nylons showed off his toenails so nicely. When they were finished dressing him he saw there were still two bags on the couch. Cynthia showed him the pretty ladies underwear in the one bag and two dresses in the other, telling him she just knew he would look divine in them. And laughed. He felt bad and wondered if he could take much more of this. Hilda had him look at himself in the mirror on the back of her office closet door. He looked and saw a woman, not the prettiest but a woman nonetheless. Hilda told him he better do as she says or else he is out on his ear. He shuddered at the thought. "Now you are ready to get out of here. I want you to go home and enter by the back door. Go down into the basement and you will find a little apartment there. Here is a remote for the door. They installed electronic locks this morning so you will need this to get in. Now Cynthia will give you everything so you can leave." "Can I have the keys to my car?" "No, I am going to get rid of your car. You don't need it anymore. Take the bus home. The closest stop is only six blocks away from the house. Now get out of here!" Cynthia handed him the two bags, then told him there was something else she had to do to him. She sprayed him with a heavy smelling perfume, telling him he now not only looked like a whore but also smelled like one. He reluctantly got on the bus and sat down in an empty seat. They hadn't gone two blocks when a man sat next to him and made a pass. He told the man to shove off and the man left him. He got off the bus and started to walk home. He was having trouble getting used to the heels but kept going. When he was a half block from home he thought he couldn't go any further but kept going, somehow standing the pain in his legs. He got home and tried the front door but it wouldn't unlock. He went in back and found the remote worked. He got in and turned left up the three steps and found out the door to the kitchen was locked. He tried his remote but it didn't work. He went downstairs to the basement. He hadn't been down here in over a year, and didn't recognize it. He saw a door with the name Brittany on it. He opened the door to see a living room/bedroom combination. There was a small television there and a walk-in closet door which he opened. He saw six maids uniforms hanging there and somehow knew they were for him. He saw heels on the floor and that they matched colors with the uniforms. He had forgotten all about the pain in his legs. At least those heels were lower. He went back into the main room and saw the dresser. He opened drawers and saw all women's clothes in them. He knew he was in big trouble this time. He looked at the vanity with the lighted mirror. Sitting on there were all sorts of cosmetics. He thought those can't all be for me! He took the heels off after experiencing a shooting pain up his right leg. He put on a pair out of the closet, black ones that had a three inch heel. They felt much, much better. He decided to go outside for a breath of fresh air and to think things over. The door wouldn't open. He thought maybe it only works from the outside. He didn't know it took an hour to reset once it was used. He returned to the basement and looked around. He found the washer and dryer, then a little toilet with a commode and small shower in it. He suddenly had to go to the toilet. He quickly found out that with the corset he couldn't go standing up, that he had to sit to go and wipe himself afterward. He thought this is crazy. He wondered if she was going to feed him or not. He went and laid down on the little cot that was there. He laid there for over an hour wondering what was going to happen to him. He wasn't sure he wanted to go through with this but didn't like the options open to him. All of a sudden the television went on and Hilda's face appeared on it. He heard her say that he could come up, to come into the living room. He was amazed that the door to the kitchen opened so easily when it wouldn't open before. In the living room Hilda looked him over and saw he had changed shoes. He knew by looking at her that this wasn't going to be a friendly, loving conversation. "I see you found everything all right. Now, you can be my maid and keep this house spotless. I expect breakfast in bed at seven-thirty every morning. I want two pieces of buttered toast, one egg over easy and two slices of bacon. You will be presentable with uniform on and make-up all done. You will wash the previous day's uniform and do any laundry I may have and iron everything when it is done. I expect you to be a perfect maid, do you understand?" "Yes, dear." "Don't call me dear! Call me madam or Mrs. Woodward, never by my first name or anything else. The door will unlock at six-thirty every morning to let you in to make my breakfast. Are you going to do as I said or do I throw you out like you are right now?" "I will do as you ask." "You forgot to add the madam or Mrs. Woodward and you forgot to curtsy. Now do it properly!" He addressed her as she asked and did a bit of a curtsy. Hilda told him he had to work on his curtsies. Then she told him to go get to bed as he was going to have a long day tomorrow. He left feeling bad that he had hurt her but he rationalized tht she never did pay a lot of attention to his needs. So he wasn't completely the blame for how things had turned out. But at least no one would see him in his uniform being a maid to his wife. The next morning he was awake at six o'clock. He went to do his make-up and first found the lipstick. He found the foundation and did his face and put blush on his cheeks. He didn't know how to do his eyes but got eye shadow on them. He thought he looked not bad. It was quarter to seven by the time he got his black uniform on and his black heels. He headed upstairs to start her breakfast. He made a pot of coffee first. He had her breakfast ready at exactly seven-thirty. He took it in to her bedroom and remembered when it had been his bedroom also. She looked at him and told him his make-up was terrible looking. She asked him if he needed lessons in being a proper maid. He said he didn't know much about being a maid. She said she would see what she could do about that. He curtsied and left her to her breakfast. He was having a cup of coffee when she came in carrying the tray with the breakfast dishes on it. She asked if he was going to clean today or spend it in his apartment. She kept calling him Brittany, which he didn't care for at all. He said he would clean some today. She left for work. He started by cleaning the carpet in the living room. Then he went and made her bed. He couldn't help but wonder if he was ever going to sleep in it again. Then he went into the bathroom and thought it looked fine so he didn't do anything. At noon he had a peanut butter sandwich and a glass of milk. Then he thought he would take a nap. He went to his apartment and laid down. Soon he was sleeping deep. He awoke to pain in his rear. He felt the riding crop come down on his rear five more times. He turned over to get up and her heard a woman 's voice shouting, "You lazy bum! Get up! What do you think you are doing? Get up, there is a lot to get done." He looked and saw it was Lacey, his old secretary. she was wearing what looked like a two sizes too small white blouse and a brown mini skirt. She had a look of disgust on her face. She told him he looked terrible. She asked if a baboon had done his make-up. He told her he had done it as well as he could. She told him the first thing a maid should do is look proper. She had him sit at his vanity and redo his make-up. He tried but it was not good enough. She had him go wash it off and come back. Then she showed him how to do it right. He had to go wash it off again and start over. This time it was better but not good enough. After two more tries he finally got a passable job done on his face. He stood up and she told him he had a lot to do before his mistress got home. She hit his thighs with the riding crop again and he jumped. They went upstairs and she told him the kitchen floor needed to be swept and mopped. He started doing the floor as she watched. He felt betrayed by her. When he was mopping the floor Lacey told him to make sure he got the corners done properly. He said he knew that in a sarcastic tone. Lacey was off her chair and swatted him with the riding crop six times, telling him not to speak to her in that tone of voice. He was really starting to hurt from that damn riding crop. He finally finished mopping the floor. "That isn't bad but it isn't as good as it could be done. We'll let it go this time but next time you better do a lot better job. Now, let's get some dusting done, we'll start in the living room. Lacey watched as he dusted. He thought he was done but she told him of four places that she saw he missed. He did those places wondering what it was going to take to please her. Then they went into the bedroom. He was getting into it and did what he thought was a great job. She told him he didn't dust the bed and he did that. Then it was the dining room. He didn't do the table to her satisfaction so she swatted him with the crop some more. He did it three times before she said it was passable. She asked him if he wanted some sex and he eagerly responded that that would be great. He reached for his panties and she told him to leave them on. She told him he was to use his tongue on her. He dropped to his knees to pleasure her. He had never done that before and she had to tell him how to do it right. She had a violent orgasm and told him it was his turn. She told him to jack off until he came. He said he couldn't do that and she hit him with the crop and told him to get started. He started rubbing his penis through the panties and she told him to get his panties down as he didn't want to mess them. He came all over the floor. "Now, get down there and lick it all up. I want to see that floor shine when you are done." He had never tasted semen before and thought it tasted salty but it's consistency was revolting. He managed to lick it all up but Lacey said the floor had to be scrubbed now because he had dirtied it. She told him he better get supper ready because his mistress will be home soon. He went and started supper. He was standing stirring the pasta when Hilda arrived home. She said hello to Brittany and Lacey. She and Lacey went into the living room to talk. He wondered what was being said about him. He didn't think about it too long because he had to get supper on the table. Hilda sat down and started to eat. He fixed himself a plate and she asked him what he was doing. She told him he was to stand to see if she needed anythng and that he could eat when she was done eating. He stood and awaited her command. She finished eating after taking her time. He cleaned off the table and wiped down where she ate. Then he went to eat his supper. It was cold and he hated cold food. He did up the dishes and she called him into the living room. She told him he forgot to curtsy when she came into the diining room and when she left the room and just now when he answered her call. She told him to lie over the end of the couch. He did but wondered why. He felt the first pain when she hit his butt. She told him to lift his skirt which he did. She pulled down his panties and started hitting him in force. His butt was turning bright red and she kept on hitting him. He was crying out loud and she told him to stop and take it like a man if he was a man. She told him he was more like a baby girl than a man. After abouut thirty hits she thought he had had enough. "Now you going to remember how to be a proper maid or do I have to continue?" "No, madam, you don't have to continue. I will remember to curtsy and be the maid you expect." "Good, now what are you going to do?" "I don't know. Whatever you want me to do, I guess." "You guess! I think it is time for you to take your shower and get to bed. Your days are going to be busy. I have an account at the Super Value grocery store. You go there and get groceries." "How am I supposed to get there?" "Don't you have two good feet. It is only four blocks away. You can walk, but always remember to only get what you can carry home, so I imagine you will be going every other day. Tomorrow night I would like a steak, salad, and baked potato, so you will have to go get everything. Don't forget the sour cream for the potato. So, go take your shower and get ready for bed. " He wasn't that tired but he went and took a shower. By the time he was done he ws tired and getting sleepy fast. He decided to wear the bra and panties to bed. He got into bed and the TV came on. Hilda's face was on it and he heard her tell him to get a nightgown on for bed. He looked around for the camera that let her see him but couldn't find it. He got up and got a nightgown out of the dresser. It felt slinky on him, not at all uncomfortable. He crawled back in bed and was asleep in no time. The next morning he awoke earlier than yesterday. He put on his make-up and got another black uniform on. He took the uniform and underwear he wore yersterday and laid it all in a pile on the washer, then went upstairs to start things. He remembered to curtsy when he served breakfast. She told him his make-up looked a lot better today. He curtsied and left the room. When she came down with the tray she reminded him to go to the store. She told him he could wear a regular dress to the store. He was doing the living room carpet when Lacey arrived. She smiled at the sight of him doing the carpet. He was starting to get the hang of things now. In the bedroom he found that Hilda had left a pile of dirty clothes on her bed. He took them down to wash them. He started the wash and went back upstairs to see what had to be done. Lacey told him the windows could all be washed on the inside of the house. This took him forever to do because he had to go change laundry loads in the middle of everything. He finished the windows and the laundry was all done. Then he remembered that he was ordered to iron everything. He found the iron and ironing board in a corner of the basement. He never knew they had them. He had the ironing half done when Lacey called him that it was time to make lunch. He went and made soup and a sandwich for both of them. Lacey told him he was coming along very good. He felt a sense of pride hearing that. He told her that after lunch he was going to change clothes to go to the grocery store. She told him to go right ahead. He changed and headed for the store. He got to the store and felt everyone was looking at him. Then he got used to it and picked up everything he needed. He was going to check out when he remembered the sour cream. He got it and at the check out the lady said "Good bye, Ma'am" to him. He felt pretty good that he had passed as a woman. A half block from the store was a woman's wear store. In the window a dress caught his eye. He wondered what it would feel like to wear that dress. It was like a magnet drawing him into the store. The lady greeted him and he asked about the dress in the window. The lady looked him over and said they had it in his size. He told her he had to make a phone call to see if he could get it. She led him to the phone. He called the bank and got connected to Cynthia. He explained what he wanted and Cynthia asked to speak to the saleslady. The saleslady talked to Cynthia and when done told him he coud get anything he wanted in the store. She suggested he might want a pair of flats to go with the dress. He thought that would be a great idea. Soon her had a pair of pink flats that perfectly matched the dress. He didn't know why but he felt pretty proud of himself. He wore the new dress and the flats out of the store and marvelled at how nice it was to walk without wearing heels. When Lacey let him in the house she exclaimed how nice he looked in his new dress. He told her he didn't really know why he got it but he did. Lacey laughed and told him that is how a woman's mind works. He hated to go change into his uniform, the dress felt so nice on him. He went to finish the ironing. By the time he finished ironing everything it was time to make supper. Hilda arrived home and he told her that supper would be ready in ten minutes. She told him to fix her an old fashioned. He went to the liquor cabinet to make the drink for her. He thought she was looking at him funny but dismissed it as a wild idea. After he finished the supper dishes Hilda called him into the living room. She said, "I have a group of women coming over tonight. I believe you have a pink or lavender maid's uniform. Go put it on to serve the women. By the way, would you like to get rid of those breast forms?" "Yes, Madam, that would be great." "There is a price to get rid of them. I want to make it so no woman will look at you as a man again. So, I talked to Dr. Swan today about you getting breast implants. You will go to his office tomorrow at two for your pre-op physical. This is not somwethng that there is room to argue over. YOU WILL DO IT! Is that clear? I have already picked out the forms to be implanted. They will definitely show but aren't that big that you will look over-endowed. Now do you understand?" "Yes, Mrs. Woodward." He curtsied and went to change. As he was changing he wondered why she'd set that up. He thought she could have at least asked him how he felt about it. He knew she was going to get her way in everything. The women arrived and he served them their drinks. He'd always had a good mind to remember what everyone was drinking and this was no exception. The women marvelled at how nice it was to be served by a maid. Some of them recognized him but most didn't and most didn't think of him as a man. He didn't get to bed until late that night. The next morning he had to hurry with his make-up to make it upstairs to make her breakfast. He made it just in time, but didn't have his regular cup of coffee until after he served her breakfast. When she came down she reminded him of his two o'clock appointment with Dr. Swan. She told him it better go good or else it's the door. He assured her it would go all right. She smiled at him and left. He thought at least she can still smile. He went up to make her bed and get her laundry. He started the laundry and then went to really finish his make-up the right way. He was surprised Hilda hadn't say anything about how he was made-up. Lacey arrived and he told her he had an appointment with Dr. Swan. Lacey told him it was great to see him taking such pride in how he looked. Lacey told him she had a surprise for him and she presented him with a black purse, telling him she saw yesterday when he went to the store that he didn't have one. She told him every woman carries a purse when she goes out of the house. She told him to put some lipstick and his wallet in there. When she saw his wallet she told him he should buy a pretty feminine one. After lunch he changed into the new pink dress and pink flats to go to Dr. Swans office. He left to walk the twelve blocks to the doctor's office. He arrived early and waited to get in. He was escorted in and weighed and had his blood pressure and pulse taken and his temperature. Dr. Swan came in and fifteen minutes later declared him ready for surgery. Dr. Swan told him he could do it day after tomorrow and that he would be in the hospital for two days after the surgery. Then Dr. Swan asked him if that was really what he wanted done. He was tempted to tell him no but told him yes that is what he wanted. Dr. Swan asked him why he wanted to wear dresses and he told the doctor it was his wife's idea. Dr. Swan told him she had told him it was his choice to wear the dresses. He replied that in a way it was his choice over other considerations. On the way home he passed the dress shop he had been in yesterday. He went in and the same lady was there. He told her he needed a wallet and she took him to where they were. He picked out a cute one that was pink and white with a strap to hold it shut. The saleslady told him they had a special going where you buy two blouses and the skirt is free. She took him by the sales racks. He looked them over and decided to pick out a skirt first. He picked out one that had pink and light blue squares on it. Then he found a pink and a blue blouse that he thought was pretty. They matched the colors of his skirt. The saleslady told him she still had the info from yesterday for him to get whatever he wanted. As he walked the rest of the way home he wondered why he was buying so much women's clothes. He didn't hate wearing dresses but it wasn't something a man did. He kind of felt ashamed of how he was going. Then he thought, Hilda wants me to buy women's things so let her pay for it. He arrived at home and Lacey let him in. He told her he was going to have surgery day after tomorrow. She asked what was in the bags and he showed her. Lacey said he shops just like a woman. When he showed her his new wallet she told him she was sure he would like that one more than the old one. He went downstairs to change and while he was changing he wondered why all of this wasn't so bad. He wondered if he was really supposed to like it, then thought what the hell, I might as well make the most of it. He changed wallets and put the new one in his purse. He felt happy and wondered why. Everything seemed to work out before the operation. He was in the hospital and the operation was completed. He woke up to see both his wife and Lacey in his room. They both told him his breasts looked fabulous. He raised his head and could see the mounds sticking up. In an odd way he felt proud of what he had for breasts. After they left he wondered again why he was being so accepting of his new state in life. He reasoned that he actually had little choice in the matter. He was being blackmailed by his wife and had accepted her terms. He decided it wasn't the worse thing to have ever happened to him. He decided that it wasn't so bad, and he knew he was really starting to like what was going on. He had no decisions to make for himself and he had actually an open account for whatever he wanted to buy. He thought in actuality life wasn't bad--life was good. When Dr. Swan came in to see him and check his work he told him that he was prescribing a pill for him to take. He told him it would help with his breasts. He said that he should take two pills a day, that he recommended that he take one in the morning and one at bedtime but if he wanted he could take both of them at once. Dr. Swan told him that he told Hilda to get him a special bra to form the new breasts. The two days in the hospital went too fast. Lacey came to pick him up and brought the new bra for him, telling him there were two more at home just like it. She told him it was triple stitched which didn't mean anything to him. When she put it on him he yelped that it hurt. Lacey told him that was because his breasts were tender, then she said it could be the needle point embroidery in the bra cups. She squeezed his breast a little and he winced in pain. Lacey told him that his mistress had picked up his prescription for him. The doctor had instucted him to take it easy for a week. Both his mistress and Lacey knew this. Lacey gave him a matching necklace and bracelet for being so brave about the operation. He loved the little heart on each of them. Hilda gave him three pair of earrings. They were for pierced ears and he didn't need any more pain for awhile, but he felt Hilda still cared about him and that made him feel good. Lacey told him she was going to pierce his ears. He told her he didn't need any more pain but she said he wouldn't feel it. She took two ice cubes and held them to his ears until his ears were frozen and then pierced his ears. All three pair were dangling ones and he knew they weren't cheap. He looked in the mirror and liked what he saw. He was fully made-up and he thought he looked enough like a woman to not have to worry about being found out as a male. He was lying on the couch when the doorbell rang. It was a cabinet delivery. A man and a woman were delivering it. He watched as they set it up. The woman seemed awful strong for a woman. Then he noticed the Adam's apple on the woman and knew it was a man. "How long have you been wearing dresses?" "Long enough to appreciate them. My wife got me into dresses now she wants me to change back but I am not going to until I get what I want." "Doesn't it bother you that you are wearing dresses?" "Not at all. In a way it is the best thing that has happened to me. I got to know my wife better and now I can see a lot of things her way." "That's good to know. In a way I enjoy the dresses but I often think it is wrong." "Never think it is wrong. Go with the flow and enjoy the good parts of wearing dresses. They can be really comfortable if you pick the right styles." "I know that. I have some that I really like to wear." "Well enjoy the experience to the fullest. I have to go now -- tell your wife everything is in place except for her plates." He now felt a lot better about wearing dresses. In fact he was feeling on cloud nine, having had someone who was like him to talk to. It was very enlightening. When it was time for him to resume his duties he did it with a new outlook and enthusiasm that surprised both Lacey and his wife. Hilda had never seen him looking so happy. A few days later after he had the supper dishes done and everything cleaned up Hilda called to him. "Brittany, can you come in here. I want to talk to you." He went in and after he had curtsied she told him to sit down. He sat down in the easy chair he always sat in before. He was sitting very demurely and had his legs crossed at the ankles. "Brittany, the reason I called you in here is to talk to you about how you have changed. You now seem to enjoy being Brittany. I have a proposition to make to you. Are you interested?" "Yes, I am very interested. What is it?" "Seeing you are so happy being Brittany I want you to change your name to Brittany Ann Woodward. You are better off now than you ever were before. There can be rewards for doing what I ask. Are you prepared to change your name?" "If that is what you really want, I will go along with it." "No, it is up to you to decide if that is what you want. I only said there can be rewards if you do change your name, as I am suggesting it only." "I don't mind changing my name. I am starting to enjoy everything I have to do. The work isn't hard physically and I have everything down pat now. I will change my name!" "That's good to hear. I have the papers drawn up. I will get them so I can drop them off at the bank's lawyer tomorrow." She produced the papers and he signed without hesitation. She smiled at him and told him he was doing the right thing. She told him she still had feelings for him but not like they were before he cheated on her. She told him she looked at him in an entirely different light now. He went to bed thinking about how nicely she had spoken to him tonight. He felt deliciously happy about how things were working out. A week later she told him his name had been legally changed. She handed him a charge card with the name Brittany Ann Woodward on it. She told him he had an open account that the statements would come to at the bank. She told him he didn't need Lacey anymore, that he could handle everything. He was elated that she was showing some trust in him. Then she had him follow her upstairs and took him into the bedroom next to hers. He looked and saw a canopy bed and frillly curtains on the windows and pink covers on the bed. It was the most feminine room he had ever seen. She told him that tomorrow he could move all his stuff up there, that this was his room now. He got tears in his eyes looking at the beautiful room. He was singing as he went to bed that night. It was good practice for the higher pitched voice he thought he needed now that he had breasts and his name was Brittany. The next morning he was still singing as he made Hilda's breakfast. He served it to her, then thanked her for the beautiful room she had prepared for him. She told him he deserved it for the hard work he did and the change in him. After she went to work he started moving his stuff from the basement. While he was moving things he noticed his breats were itching something terrible. He wondered if the operation had anything to do with it. He then dismissed it as something he would have to put up with. That night he told Hilda about his itching breasts. She laughed so hard she had tears in her eyes. He wondered what was so funny. She finally stopped laughing. "The reason you itch is because they are growing. They are growing as we speak. Haven't you noticed your waist is thinner and your rear is getting wider also. It is the pills you are taking. They are estrogen, the female hormone. You are turning into a real woman now. Isn't that great?" "I don't know. Why didn't you tell me earlier about what I was taking?" "I thought that was what you wanted. You want to pass as a female and now you can better than ever before. I like what is happening to you. It makes me believe what I did to you was the right thing. You really hurt me being unfaithful. I did hate you for awhile but I got over it. Now I love you and love what you are becoming. You should go and get checked to see if you need a larger cup bra. That can make all the difference in the world. Go tomorrow and get checked." "I think I will do that. All my bras are C-cups. Maybe I do need a larger bra. Will that make the itching better?" "I don't really know but it can't hurt to have the right size bra and have it adjusted right for you." The next day he went to the dress shop he loved. The same lady was there and he asked her if she could check him for the right bra size. She said no problem and got her tape measure out. She measured him and told him he needed a D-cup, almost a DD Cup. He was amazed that he had grown that much. The lady took him by the bras and showed him what she recommended. He told her he was man yet and she said she knew it. She told him that he was a valued customer and if there was ever anything she could do for him to just let her know. He asked if he put one of the new bras on if she could adjust it for him and explain how to do it. She said that would be no problem. He was walking home feeling grand about how well things were working out. The dress shop thought he was special and he smiled when he thought about how much more clothes he could get there. Time flew and one day Hilda reminded him that it had been nine months since he becme her maid. He couldn't believe it was that long. Then she got really serious. "I was talking to Dr. Swan today about you. I asked if he could do some more surgery on you. You know he is one of the leading doctors in the country that does sex changes in people. He told me he likes to have men wearing dresses for a year before any change is made. Then he said he would make an exception for you. You can go become the woman you really are. how does that sound?" "I don't know if that is what I want or not. Will it be painful?" "I would imagine they would give you something for any pain you would have. I think you should think it over good and let me know how you feel about it. Okay?" "Okay." The next morning when he had served her breakfast he told her, "I have given what you said a lot of thought. I think you are right. I guess right now I am more female than male so one more change isn't going to be the end of the world. I will get the operation." "Great. I knew you would want it. You have an appointment at ten this morning with Dr. Swan. He said it will take about three hours for him to find out if that is really what you need. Be perfectly honest with him." "I will be honest with him. If he is the expert you say he is then I want the best." "He is the best!" He put on his favorite pink dress and pink flats knowing he looked great in those clothes. He had all pink underwear on in case the doctor wanted to check him over. He arrived at the doctor's office a half hour early. When he got into the doctors office, the doctor talked to him and asked a lot of questions. He answered most of them. He told the doctor that he really didn't know the answer to three of them. After two and a half hours of questions and talking about what the operation would entail the doctor told him it was time for his pre-op physical. When everything was settled the doctor told him to be at the hospital Sunday evening, that the operation would be next Monday. He felt relieved that it was goiing to be so soon. For some reason he thought it was the right thing to do. He smiled when he remebered the doctor telling him he had pretty panties on. When he got home he was tired from all the walking so he decided to take a short nap. He got into his bed and thought about how nice he had it. The satin sheets were delightful and his room was one that belonged in a home magazine. Hilda must have spent a bundle on it. He realized she must still really love him. He knew he had to do something about that. He was up in time to make supper. He made each of them a tenderloin steak with a salad and a large baked potato. There was still sour cream in the refrigator. When Hilda walked in she was surprised to find such a great meal. She asked if it was a special occasion and he said it was just because he loved her. At first at supper he was quiet, then he had to say something. "Can we talk? There is something important I have to say" "Sure, go ahead and say it." "My surgery is scheduled for Monday. Today is Thursday and I can't wait. I have to say something important to you. I know I hurt you a lot when I cheated on you. I swear it was the first time I cheated. Lacey and I would always go to lunch together and when she broke up with her boyfriend she was devastated. She was hot and wanted sex in the worst way. I gave in to her and we went to a motel for an hour. I only made love to her three times and you have pictures of all three times. I know I was weak to give in to her but I never wanted to hurt you. But if you remember, at that time you brought home the bank business with you. You didn't pay any attention to me at all. You were all tied up in the bank business for over six months. I guess I felt lonely and when Lacey came on to me it was a chance for me to get back on track sexually. I knew you weren't going to allow me to do anything in bed so I gave in. I am really sorry I hurt you and I know you could have divorced me and I would have gotten a pittance at best. I know you love me very much yet and I am thankful for that. Can you ever forgive me for hurting you?" He had tears in his eyes and so did she. She answered, "I know I shouldn't bring the bank home with me but that was when the economy was going bust and I was worried how the bank would hold up. We came through with flying colors but I didn't know at the time. I can remember now that you mentioned it, that I didn't pay any attention to you. I am truly sorry about that." "That's okay. I just wanted you to know that I know you love me very much and I appreciate everything you are doing for me. I love you very, very much!" He was shocked when she got up and gave him a kiss fully on his lips. It lasted forever. She had never done anything like that before. He thught he was going to lose his breath, it lasted so long. They broke apart and he asked, "Why does it seem so long before I get the operation? I can't wait yet I don't know why." "That is because it is something you really want. I am glad you are going to be happy about how things turned out. I am looking forward to when us two girls are sharing this house. It will be great having a full-fledged woman here to keep me company." "I might be an expensive companion to have." They both laughed at that and it was like a peace cloud had descended on their house. Friday and Brittany thought it would never end. It was the longest day she could ever remember. She tried to keep busy but she just couldn't make herself go. She wondered about if the operation was the right thing to do, then decided it was. Finally she went to the dress shop to look at dresses. She found one that she liked and bought it. Then she felt a little better after telling her favorite saleslady about her upcoming operation. The saleslady gave her a good luck hug when she was ready to leave. Finally it was bedtime and Brittany chose the rose colored nightgown. She loved this nightgown with the full flowing skirt and the cute little lace on the upper part. She laid in bed and wondered if she could make Monday come any faster. Saturday Hilda told him they were going out for supper. She told him they could go to Hap's Steak House. They hadn't been there in over two years and it was one of their favorite places to go eat. They hadn't gone out to eat in what seemed forever. As they were eating their salads. Brittany's with sweet-sour bacon dresing and Hilda's with thousand Island dressing. Hilda said,"Well in less than twenty-four hours you will be at the hospital. I know you can't wait, can you?" "Oh, I don't know. It could be that it will come fast enough." "Are you thinking of not having the surgery now?" "No, I definitely am having the surgery. It's just that yesterday went so slow because I was wishing it was Monday, then I thought why wish your life away." "That's a very deep thought. Sometimes you amaze me with the things you come out with. I guess that is why I love you so much. I know you will be happier as a woman. Once you realize what and who you are you will enjoy life so much more," "I don't think life could get much better than I have it now." "Life will improve, just watch and see. Sometimes we lose perspective on what is important and what can be laid aside. I have done a lot of thinking about what you said last night at supper and I now realize your cheating was a good part my fault. I wouldn't have believed it before but I do now." "Don't be too hard on yourself. I was weak as a man when I cheated on you. You were a part of it but I was the major player in the whole affair. Lacey was probably just as much to blame but she was impressionable and not really seeing things as they were." "That is sweet of you to say. I hope time goes fast for you tomorrow. I hate to see you getting worked up when there's nothing you can do to change things. You have to think if you can do somethng about it or not. If you can't, don't worry about it. Understand?" Brittany felt better, thinking about things that way. She was just so glad Hilda wasn't still angry with her." Their Porterhouse steaks arrived, Hilda's with sour creme on the potato and Brittany's with a generous dollop of salted butter on her potato. They often wondered where Hal got those extra large potatoes that he served. Sunday morning and by ten Brittany had her bag packed with underwear and nightgowns. She was all ready to go and started pacing in anticipation of the coming events. Hilda told her to settle down a bit so she sat and read the whole Sunday paper, ads and all. Finally it was time to go to the hospital. Hilda noticed Brittany was shaking as they walked out the door into the garage. She asked Brittany if she was scared and was told no that it was just so emotional to be going for the life changing surgery. Hilda could appreciate that. Hilda accompanied her to her room and watched as she got her nightgown on. She really wasn't a bad looking girl. In fact she had an allure that was hard to put your finger on. It was a mysterious look Brittany got that made you think Brittany knew something you didn't know. When Hilda left the hospital she took with her the dress Brittany had worn to the hospital. Brittany asked why she was taking it, that she intended to wear it home when she got out. Hilda told her not to worry about it, that she would bring her a dress to wear home. The surgery went as planned with everything in its place and all the necessary work done. Brittany was now a full-fledged woman. She slowly woke up and complained her throat hurt. Hilda told her that Dr. Swan had worked on her vocal cords also, so she had a more feminine voice. The nurse came in with a glass of ice chips for her to suck on, telling her that it would make her throat feel better. Brittany was all smiles now that everything was done. She didn't hurt down below like she thought she was going to. She didn't realize the numbing was still there from the operation. Brittany's eyes were slowly going closed, so Hilda told her that she would be back. Britt was sleeping before Hilda was out the door. Three hours later Britt was awake and starting to hurt down below. She rang for the nurse and told her that she was hurting. The nurse brought in two pills and told her she was right on schedule for the surgery she'd had. The nurse was very understanding and attentive to her needs. She told her that she would be back with more in two hours. Brittany was thankful for that. Hilda came in and Brittany smiled at her and told her about how there was pain down there. Hilda sympathized with her and told her in a week she wouldn't remember the pain anymore. Then Hilda handed her a small bag. Brittany looked in it and saw a diamond trimmed ladies watch. Brittany thanked her profusely. Hilda told her she was really proud if her. Brittany thought about all the years they were married -- the only time Hilda had given her a present was at Christmas. Now it was a commonplace thing. She wondered why Hilda had changed so much. Brittany started to feel better faster than most who had that surgery. The nurses told her she was doing great and that she was way ahead of most patients who'd had re-assignment surgery. The second day she was up and walking around. She was all smiles as she walked the halls of the ward. Too soon it was time to go home. Britt had an appointment with Dr. Swan set for a week after her discharge. She worried that Hilda would forget to bring her a dress but when Hilda walked in she was carrying three bags. Tiff opened the first bag and found lacy light blue panties and a bra and satin slip all in light blue. The second bag Hilda took out a pair of silky black sheer pantyhose. Then it was a dress that was white brocade satin with light blue piping decorating it. It wasn't real fancy but it was elegant. Britt got tears in her eyes when she saw it. She loved how it looked. Finally Hilda handed her a pair of light blue pumps with little bows on the toes. Brittany felt like a princess in the new clothes. She thanked Hilda for getting them for her and told her that she loved them. When they pulled into the driveway Brittany saw a pink Chevy in the garage. Hilda told her it was hers. She couldn't hold it any longer. She started to cry. Hilda laughed at how feminine her mind was now and told her she knew how she loved pink so she'd had them paint it from its original red color. Home three days now and Brittany felt great, no pain, no worries. She was now what she thought she always should have been. She just loved her new voice and especially how good she felt. She had to go to the bathroom, and when done opened a drawer that held Tom's shaving gear. She wondered why that was still there. She decided it was time to throw it out. That was so, so long ago. Not only wasn't she Tom any more, she wasn't married to Hilda either. With her operation, Hilda's lawyer told her, their marriage was dissolved. Both Hilda and Brittany thought that was just as well. They were like sisters or girlfriends now, not husbands and wives. After being home a week Brittany was getting bored. She decided to find a job on her own. She got into her car and went looking. The second stop was at a big department store. There they hired her on the spot. She was thrilled to now have a job that she'd gotten on her own. The next day she started and after an hour of touring, getting to know the place and being given tips on how they wanted customers handled, she was put in the men's department. Just before lunch a very handsome man came in to look for a new suit. Brittany took him by the suits and started showing him suits telling him which ones she thought would look good on him. He seemed to be watching her more than the suits. "You know you have beautiful eyes and kissing lips? Would you like to go out for supper tonight?" "I don't even know you. Why would I want to go out with you?" "Well, I am Patrick Baeten. I own the Camelot Supper Club and I am fascinated by you. You strike me as a wonderful person. I want to get to know you better. So, is it a date or not? I can pick you up here when you get off from work." "Are you married? I want the truth!" "No, I am not married. I had a girlfriend for four years and a year ago she cheated on me so we broke up. I haven't met anyone who caught my eye until just now. Please, will you go out with me?" "I suppose it wouldn't hurt. I get done at five and leave by the back door. I will see you then, I guess." She wondered the rest of the day why she had agreed to be his date. At five when she went out he was waiting in his sports car. He got out and opened the door for her to get in. "I'm going to take you to The Ribs. They have the best bar-b-qued ribs. Better than mine, but that is the only thing they excel in. I know you will love them." They arrived and she waited as he opened the door for her. Inside they were shown to a booth that had sliding doors on it for privacy. This was definitely a place for lovers. "Now, tell me all about yourself. I really want to get to know you. The whats, wheres, hows, and all of that. So tell me!" "I am now working on my third job. The first was in a bank ages ago, the second was as a maid and cook, and now in the department store. Today was my first day there. I am 31 yeas old and live with another lady who is about the same age I am." "Well, I am 32 and have had only one serious relationship that ended tragically. I never found anyone that impressed me until I found you. I don't know why but you impressed me. I own a supper club and there are a lot of women who like to flirt with me but none of them are really my type. I am very fussy about who I associate with, sometimes probably too fussy. What is your name?" "Brittany Ann Woodward." "A pretty name for a pretty woman. I like that!" Their ribs arrived and soon they were gorging themselves on the delicious ribs. At one point Patrick reached over and wiped some sauce off the corner of her lips. She tingled all over at his touch. She felt so happy she was ready for tears to form but she held back. They had finished and he was dropping her off at the store. He asked. "Can I give you a kiss. I want to try those kissing lips!" He laughed and she told him it would be nice. They kissed and as they held it Brittany felt her stomach react and she felt warm all over. Was this love? She didn't know about all the feelings she was experiencing. She got out after about six kisses and got into her car to leave. On the way home she realized she hadn't let Hilda know she wouldn't be home until later. She walked in and Hilda wanted to know where she was all day and half the night. "I got a job at Carson's Department Store and after work I went on a date." "A date? Tell me all about it. I want to know!" "I was working and this guy came in looking for a suit. He got to talking with me and one thing led to another. I made a date with him for tonight. We went to the Ribs and it was fabulous. I tingle at his touch. When he kissed me I can't describe how great I felt. We have a date for tomorrow night. Are you mad that I didn't call and let you know I was going to be late?" "No, I was just getting very worried, is all. I thought maybe you had an accident or something. I was going to wait another hour before I called anyone to see if they knew where you were." The next day Brittany thought five o'clock would never come. She wondered why she was so infatuated with Patrick. He was sure good looking but there was something else about him that really appealed to her. Finally it was five o'clock and when she exited the store she saw him standing with her door open. He was wearing the suit he'd bought yesterday. She told him he looked spiffy in his new suit. He drove them to the next town fifteen miles away snd stopped at a Chinese restaurant that featured what he said was a fabulous buffet. The next night she made supper for the three of them. He met Hilda and she was impressed with him. He complimented her on her cooking ability, asking about the recipe she used, saying he might want to add that to his menu. When she had eaten at his supper club and she told him the stuffed tenderloin made from her recipe was superb, as good as hers. They had seen each other for a little over a month when one night he handed her a little box. It contained an engagement ring. She didn't know what to say but finally found her voice. "There are some things you should know about me. I probably should have told you earlier but I was enjoying your company too much. I can never have children because I was once a man and have had the surgery to turn me into a woman. I know I should have told you sooner but I just couldn't. Will you forgive me?" "What is there to forgive? I love you for who you are now, not what you were. As far as children are concerned, if you want we can adopt. I want to marry you. We can go get the license tomorrow and get married the day after at the courthouse. I already checked on how it works. Now, will you marry me?" "I would want a wedding dress and ensemble to go with it." "Could you get one off the rack?" "Sure, I guess so." He took out his cell phone and made a call. When he hung up he told her to come on, that they were going to get her a wedding dress. He took her to The Beautiful Bride bridal shop. In there he introduced her to his sister, who when she heard they were getting married hugged Brittany and welcomed her to the family. She found a gorgeous wedding gown that fit like it was made for her. Then his sister found her a pair of white satin heels to go with it. Then it got to the unmentionables, where his sister recommended crotchless panties because you never know if you want to take the time to get everything off. They both laughed at that one. Now she had everything she needed for the wedding except the license. She told Patrick that she wanted Hilda to stand up for the wedding and he told her he expected that. When she got home he helped her carry everything in. When Hilda saw the plastic wrapped wedding gown she was estatic over it. She never thought that somethng like this would ever happen, especially to Brittany. Hilda readily agreed to be her maid of honor. Brittany could hardly wait for the wedding. She was all set, having been given a week off for a honeymoon. The wedding was supposed to be at two in the afternoon. Brittany went to the beauty parlor to get made-up just right and to have her hair fixed special. When done she was a vision of a goddess. After a light lunch at noon she started to get dressed. First it was the silky long line bra which felt so sexy on her, then the crotchless panties. She got the white silky pantyhose on and then her slip. Hilda came home and whe she entered Brittany's room she exclaimed that she has never seen Brittany looking so pretty. Hilda helped her into the wedding dress and pinned her veil to her hair. She was truly a vision of loveliness. They arrived at the courthouse ten minutes early. Brittany was shown a side room to wait for her chance to make a grand entrance. She was shaking and very nervous. Hilda calmed her down a bit and laughed at how she was like any other bride-to-be. The wedding ceremony lasted twenty-five minutes and then they were husband and wife. Patrick had his best friend there to witness the ceremony. His sister was there and gave Brittany a kiss on her cheek after the ceremony and told her how nice she looked. They spent the night at a local motel in the bridal suite. Brittany lost her virginity and never thought it would be so wonderful. The next morning Patrick told her they were going to the Bahamas for their honeymoon. Brittany was thrilled to hear that. She was ready to live life to the fullest with the man she loved and who loved her. (c) 2009 by Margaret Jeanette