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Boxed Panties and Goodies By Margaret Jeanette Julie Forester knew she was a clothes horse. She had more clothes stored in the attic than anything else. She was packing another box for the attic. She packed some panties, a couple of bras and a slip along with seven dresses and two Capri pants. Then she decided to throw the long legged girdle in there because she wasn't going to wear it in the near future. She took the box up to the attic. She looked around and saw several boxes had been opened. She looked in the boxes and saw they both contained panties and other underwear and dresses. She wondered how they could be opened. Then she thought about Fred, her husband, and dismissed the thought that he would be going in the boxes. But the more she thought, the more she became convinced that Fred had been in the boxes. She decided to try to catch him in the act. The following Sunday afternoon she told Fred she was going to take a nap. She usually took a nap on Sunday afternoon instead of watching sports on television. She went and laid down. She kept one eye open to see if he headed for the attic. He walked past the door to the bedroom and she knew he was heading to the attic. He knew she always napped for a couple of hours on Sunday afternoons. She gave him twenty minutes, then quietly went to the attic. She stuck her head where she could see him and saw he was wearing the girdle and a pink bra. He was just putting on a black slip as she watched. Then it was the pink knitted dress with the red roses embroidered on it. She watched as he twirled around. She was fascinated by what she was seeing. Then anger swelled up in her. "Well, well, well, what do we have here? Don't move, I want to see you exactly as you are." She looked at him for almost five minutes as he stood frozen to the spot. Then she remembered a box she had gotten down a year ago, that the panties in it had seemed stretched. "How long has this been going on?" "Not long. I don't know why I even started." "Do you like wearing dresses? You tell me not long and I know that is a lie. I want you to always tell me the truth. What do you think I should do about this?" "Yes, I like the way dresses feel on me. I don't know what you can do about this. I will do anything if you will just forget this happened." "No, it is impossible to forget what I'm seeing. I think I know what to do. Come with me and bring those three boxes you have open." He wondered how she knew he had three boxes open, also what was going to happen. He didn't think she could be mean but she did look awfully angry. Down in the bedroom Julie told him to unpack the boxes on the bed. She told him to make piles of panties, bras and so forth. He did as instructed. He emptied the boxes and she told him to pack his men's underwear in the boxes. He asked why and she told him he was going to change his style. He did as she commanded. Then she told him to put the bras and panties in his dresser drawer. He did it. Then she told him to pack all of his jeans and slacks in another box. He was starting to get worried over what she had in mind. Then it was to get all of his shirts off the hangers and pack them in the third box. When he had all three boxes packed full she told him to take them up into the attic. He came back and she told him to hang up all his blouses and dresses. He didn't like this at all. He ended up putting everything away and then she handed him a pair of pantyhose and told him to put them on. He did and really liked the silky feeling they had. Then she had him try on a pair of her shoes. They didn't fit but she got out a pair of pink fuzzy slippers that she knew were stretched out. They fit and she was glad. Then she applied a thick coat of frosted pink lipstick to his lips. She told him she didn't want to see him without lipstick again. She handed him her pink coat and told him to put it on. He did, wondering why he needed a coat. Then she told him to get into the car. He didn't want to but she told him again in a voice that scared him. He got into the car. She drove, then stopped at a strip mall that had a shoe store. In the store he had to try on ten pairs of heels before she picked three for him to buy. He walked out wearing three-inch red heels. Then she drove to another strip mall where they went into a wig store. There she found the prettiest brunette wig, that hung down to his back and had lots of waves in it and the cutest bangs in front. He was starting to really worry about what was happening to him. He thought they were done, but she stopped at a lingerie store where they got six very feminine nightgowns for him. He had to tell the cashier that they were for him. The cashier told him she was sure he would look just darling in them. He was blushing big time as the cashier smiled at him with a knowing smile. Then it was to a prosthetic supply store. He wondered why they were going there but soon found out. When the saleslady attached the silicone breast forms to his chest he wondered how women walked with that weight on their chests. His chest now stuck out noticeably and he knew he was going to get a lot of looks. He was on the edge of panic. In the car he asked, "Do you know what you are doing?" "Yes, I am giving you what you must want. You must want to wear dresses or you wouldn't be sneaking around the attic wearing them. I have been thinking. I don't like having to come home and make supper and then clean the house. That is your area now. You might as well do the laundry also. I think since you are now my wife you should give me your paycheck. I will see that you get enough money to make do. Also, I think that you should always wear as much make-up as you can. Always. Do you understand what I'm saying?" "Yes, I understand, but what about work? I can't go to work wearing a dress. What will they say?" "They will probably say that you look really cute. You are going to work wearing a dress and full make-up. I am not the one sneaking around the attic." He dropped a bit further in his seat. He wasn't surprised when she stopped at a cosmetics store. There she told the girl that they needed everything to make him look more feminine. The girl giggled and said she knew just what he needed. Julie asked if she could show him how to put everything on. The girl asked if she wanted him to look slutty or what. She told the girl just slightly slutty. The girl said she knew exactly what to do. She picked out everything, and as she picked things out she applied them to his face, telling him how to do it himself. By the time it was time to leave he looked more like a woman than a man. He'd never known women took so much time to fix their faces. Julie thought he certainly did look slutty, but she liked it. In the car Julie said,"I expect to see you made-up like this every morning when I get up. Also, you should be fully dressed." They stopped at a store called "Women's Miscellaneous." There she had him buy four necklaces, three bracelets, a ladies watch, a new purse, and a ladies wallet. Julie also picked him up some rose scented perfume and a perfume called Obsession. The next stop Julie didn't think they would find anything, but she had never been in an adult store before. She looked at six-inch heels for him and loved that they locked on the foot. Then decided that wasn't what she wanted. He looked around and couldn't believe what he was looking at. Julie was looking at a rack of dresses. Most were considered very sexy but one caught her eye. It was a pink knit dress that proclaimed in front in big dark red letters, 'I am my wife's sissy'. She checked and it was his size. She decided to get it. She looked at dildos and decided that was not their style. When she checked out he saw what she was buying and let out a gasp. In the car Julie told him,"Don't worry, as long as you behave and don't make me angry you won't have to wear that dress." He felt a sense of relief, knowing she would be fair about how he behaved. Back at home he said, "I wish I didn't have to wear a dress to work. Can't you understand that?" "I understand where you are coming from but you are the one twirling around in the attic. I am just giving you what you must want. You will go to work wearing a dress. If you don't like it, that's tough!" He was worried about tomorrow. He wondered what his secretary was going to think. He hated the thought of going to work wearing a dress. That evening she told him he was to take a bath and get rid of all his body hair below his neck. He didn't want to but knew she meant business. She handed him a bottle and told him to rub it all over his body then wait ten minutes before he got into the tub. He got into the tub and was amazed as he saw his hair all leave his body. She had set a bottle of lotion for him to rub all over his body when done. He was rubbing the lotion on and thought that it really felt great even if it smelled like flowers. He went to bed wearing a lacy nightgown. He slept deep, it having been such a full day. The next morning he got up a good half hour before he knew Julie would get up. He went into the bathroom and did his morning ritual, then started to do his make-up. It went really smooth and he was amazed at how well he had done it. It didn't seem like it took that long now. He went into the bedroom and got dressed. He put on a red dress trimmed with ruffles that had an extended collar that tied in a bow. Julie got up and told him he looked beautiful. Then she asked if he'd used perfume. He said he hadn't and she told him to go put on the rose perfume. In the dining area Julie told him he now not only looked like a woman but smelled like one. She told him he should use the perfume every day. They were having their second cup of coffee when Julie told him it was time for her to drop him off at work. This worked out because she worked eight hours and he worked eight and a half hours. She dropped him off at work and he walked in very slowly. He could hear his heels clacking on the concrete. He thought it sounded very loud. He entered the building and met two of his fellow employees. They both gave him a look and then a second look, but said nothing. He made it almost to his office when Clarissa, his secretary, saw him. She recognized him right away. "My don't we look nice. I love that dress. It looks great on you. Who did your make-up? I think you look absolutely feminine." He told her he did his own make-up and that his wife had made him wear the dress. Clarissa told him she was impressed. She told him she would do anything to help him become more feminine. He got worried real fast. He knew she could be pushy and he wondered what she had in mind. He got into his office, and wasn't there long when Clarissa came in. She told him she had a surprise for him. She held out her hand and he saw three bottles of nail polish. She told him to pick one but he said he didn't need nail polish. She turned away and when she turned back she held the nail polish so only the caps were visible. She told him to pick one. As he'd feared, her voice had gone pushy. He picked the center one and found it was called Palomar Pink. She made him spread his fingers on the desk. She applied two coats of nail polish on him and when she was done his fingernails seemed to shine. She gave him a close look and said he needed something else and that she would get it on her lunch break. She left and he wondered what she was up to. He got to work and soon was deeply involved with the firm's latest project. He E-mailed two suggestions to his supervisor. All of his lunch break in his office he wondered what Clarissa was going to get for him. He couldn't think of anything he might need. Lunch break was over and Clarissa came into his office. He could see by the look on her face that he was in trouble. Clarissa told him to sit still. She held two ice cubes to his ear. When she was done he had the prettiest dangling earrings imaginable. He was flabbergasted. He wanted to rip them out and throw them at her but he knew better. Clarissa told him she thought his makeup was on the slutty side but that it did look nice. He thanked her and she left the office. In the middle of the afternoon, his supervisor, Tom Henning, came into his office. Tom at first didn't recognize him but after a couple of minutes of staring intently at him he knew who it was. "What happened to you? Why are you wearing a dress and make-up?" "It's all my wife's doing. I can't seem to stop it. I don't know what is going to happen next and I am worried." "Well, you do make a kind of pretty woman. We can't discriminate on anything sexual so you are in the clear. The reason I stopped by is to tell you your suggestions this morning were great. Keep up the good work!" Tom left and Clarissa came in wanting to know how things went with Tom. He told her it wasn't bad and that he still had a job. She asked him what the perfume he was wearing was called. He told her, it was Aubrey Rose by Michelle. She asked where he got it and he told her. She said she really liked it and was going to get some. She then told him his lipstick needed redoing and that he should go redo it. They went out to her desk and she handed him a key, telling him it was for the ladies room. He was dejected a bit but walked slowly to the ladies room. In there he saw his lipstick was smeared pretty much. He wondered how that had happened, then remembered that when he was stressed he would lick his lips. He suddenly had to go to the bathroom. He sat in the stall, wondering why this was all happening to him. He knew he had lost some of his assertivness but didn't think it was that bad. He wanted it all to end but didn't have a clue of how to end it. He was trapped and he knew it. Julie picked him up and asked how his day went. He told her it was okay but there were times he would rather forget. "Oh my gosh, you got your nails done. They look fabulous! When did you get them done?" He related how Clarissa did it, including having him pick when he couldn't see what color he was picking. She laughed and said that Clarissa was definitely something else. She took a closer look at him and saw the earrings. He had to tell her that story too. He also told her about Tom's visit, and she was glad everything was working out at his work. At supper she asked him what feminine name he wanted. He said he'd never given that a thought. "How about Shirley or Jasmine or Carla?" "I don't really care. I can't see why I need a new name." "Do you want me to call you Fred when we're out in public? I think you need a feminine name. Which one of the names I mentioned do you like?" "I guess if those are the choices I would pick Carla." "Then Carla it is. I am glad we got that settled. I think you need a reward. After you get the dishes done we are going out. He finished the dishes and they left with Julie driving. She drove to Angel Nails where she told the girl he needed different nails and some different nail polish. The girl recommended regular silk wrap nails And Julie agreed. The girl started on his manicure. He loved it when she massaged his arms. Julie picked out a bright red for his nails. The girl asked Julie if she really wanted them to shine. Julie said she did. The girl put the red polish on him, then when she was sure they were dry started putting clear polish over it. She told him that as long as they were not busy she had time to make his nails really shine. She put four coats of clear polish on and went and got another bottle, telling him more clear polish will really bring out the color. When she was done he thought he could see himself in his nails. He really enjoyed the manicure. he told Julie so and she said he should get a pedicure too. The girl said that sounded great. Soon he was in the chair getting his first pedicure. He loved how the girl massaged his legs and feet. It felt so relaxing. He ended up with Red Apple on his toes. He wondered if he was supposed to enjoy this so much. In the car he thanked Julie for taking him there. Julie told him if he co-operated he would get rewarded. He wondered what she thought co-operation was. At home he thought about how things were going and that he didn't like where they were going. He decided he had to talk to Julie. "Dear, we have to talk. I know what I did was wrong and I am really sorry. But the thing is I don't want to wear dresses full- time. I want to wear my men's clothes. Can't you see where I am coming from?" "I can see where you are coming from but I can't see why anything should change. I was not the one dressing in the attic. I know you have been doing it well over a year now. Am I right or not?" "You are right but I don't want to wear dresses all the time. Can't we come to some agreement on this? "All you have to do is continue the way you are. Enjoy the experience as if you were up in the attic. I am not going to change my mind very soon and the more you ask the longer it is going to take. You're Carla now. Live with it." He was fast getting to feel very down. He wondered how much of this he could take before he broke down. It bothered him quite a bit. The next day at work Tom came into his office. "Hello there. We have to talk about something very important. Clarissa is well aware of all of our projects and has sent me a lot of suggestions that were very good. What I want to do is to swap you two for a few days or a week to see if she should get promoted." "You want me to be her secretary? I can't believe it!" "Listen, I still want you to send me your suggestions. All I am saying is that for Clarissa to be evaluated I want her in your spot. That isn't too hard to understand, is it?" "No, I guess not. For three days I think I can take it." "I said a few days to a week. You better feel it is going to be the week." Tom called Clarissa in and explained how things were going to work. Clarissa told him she would give it her best shot. Tom told her she could start immediately. Carla went out and sat at her new desk feeling very depressed. Clarissa called him into her office. "I know this is a blow to you. I really am sorry for you but you must make the best of it. Now, what does you wife call you?" He told her it was Carla and she smiled. He wondered what the smile was for. She told him to get her a cup of coffee with cream. He went and did as told. He didn't have any idea what a secretary does for a job. He found a couple of folders, and filed them. Right after lunch he went in to see Clarissa. She looked him over and told him to sit down. "I was just wondering what I am supposed to be doing? I have no idea what you expect from a secretary." "First you look at all the projects and try to think how they can be improved. When you have something, forward it to Tom. Second, and to me most important, is to look sweet and beautiful. If you have to do your nails, go ahead, do them. I know you'll want to change nail color, I change mine every couple of days and I think you should also. By tomorrow afternoon I expect to see an entirely different color on your nails. You'll do them while sitting at your desk! Now go get me a soda, I'm thirsty." He left and got her the soda. Then he went and sat at the desk, doing nothing. He just didn't care anymore. At quitting time he walked out to where Julie was waiting in the car. She saw him and could tell there was something wrong. He got in and sat quietly. "What's the matter, Carla?" "Today was the worst day of my life. Tom came in and ordered me to switch jobs with Clarissa. Now I am no more than a secretary to my old secretary, no less." "I know that's a blow to you but look on the positive side. You still have a job and there aren't a lot of jobs out there right now." "I know that! If I didn't know that I wouldn't have switched, I would have quit." "I am glad you didn't quit. Do try to look on the positive side. You still have a job even if it isn't what you really want. Try to do the best job possible and continue to look for advancement. I know you can do it. I just got an idea. When we get home, change into that blue and yellow silk dress. We'll go out to eat. That will get your mind off of work!" He changed, and they were at a supper club. Julie ordered a chef salad and Carla ordered a small tenderloin steak with baked potato. He felt the silk dress and it felt nice. He liked the way it felt on him. He started to return to his old self. He told Julie a joke she thought very funny. "Now, doesn't that dress feel nice on you? I'll bet you love it!" "I was just thinking how nice it felt. Sometimes it isn't bad wearing a dress. The main thing is that I don't feel right wearing dresses." "You must have felt right when you were in the attic. You twirled around so nicely. You must have thought you were a woman. I saw the smile on your face when you twirled around. I know you enjoyed it. Now, the only difference is that you are out of the attic. Enjoy it, I know you will." He was afraid she was right about him enjoying it. He was right now enjoying how the dress felt. He thought about everything and decided to make the best of it. He decided that he would go to work and do as Clarissa said and get her what she wanted with a smile on his face. The next day when Clarissa came in he gave her a big smile and said good morning to her. She could see he had changed. She smiled at him and returned a cheerful good morning. He got up and went to get her a cup of coffee. When he entered her office she was surprised that he brought her a cup of coffee without being told. She told him he was a dear. He went back out and got the three bottles of nail polish he had brought. He opened a desk drawer to put two of the bottles in and saw Clarissa's collection of nail polishes. There must have been two dozen bottles there. He put his two bottles a bit separate from hers. Then he opened the bottle he had kept and wondered if he could do a decent job of it. Then he thought of something. He opened the drawer again and saw a bottle of nail polish remover and a plastic sleeve of pads. He took the polish off his nails and started painting them with the new color. He had red, now it was going to be pink. He finished and congratulated himself on a job well done. Clarissa came out of her office and saw his nails. "Now that is your color! I love your nails. Keep up the good work. Remember your job is to look pretty." She left, and he knew she was going to the weekly meeting Tom always held. He wished he could be there but it was no place for a secretary. When Clarissa came back from the meeting, he saw she was carrying something. She came and set it down on his desk. He read it. It said 'Carla Forrester--Secretary.' He was floored. Why did she have to do that? He looked at the projects and saw something that could help one project. He E-mailed Tom and felt that he had done his job. He started to think about the job, being a secretary, and decided it wasn't so bad. There wasn't a lot of work to do. He knew some secretaries had it a lot worse, never catching up with the workload. Compared to them, this isn't bad at all. He sat back and relaxed. He was starting to really enjoy being a private secretary. When he walked out of work he felt like dancing. He hadn't felt this good in ages. He whistled as he walked. He got in the car and kissed Julie. She was surprised he would show so much affection. He never had before. It had always been as if he was too shy to start anything, especially when it came to sex. Julie always initiated their bedroom romp. "You sure seem in good spirits. I take it you had a good day." "It was a beautiful day. I enjoyed every minute of it." The next day Tom came by his desk. "You know, Clarissa is really something. She came up with even more ideas in the weekly meeting. I did miss your humor though. Better watch it or the switch will stay permanent. You do already conform to the secretaries dress code, I see, so that isn't a problem. You really look cute today. See you around." He thought about all that Tom had said. He just knew it was going to be permanent. He knew Clarissa was sharp but he'd never thought she would replace him. He thought about what the options were if it did really become permanent. He knew there wasn't much going for jobs out there. He decided he was going to take it as it happened. He wasn't going to look at the black side. When Clarissa was leaving for lunch he recognized her perfume. It was the rose one. He told her he was glad she found it. She smiled at him and told him thank you for putting her on to it. He couldn't believe how happy he was. He felt like there was no tomorrow. He was enjoying today. That evening he went grocery shopping. In one aisle passed a man who suddenly looked at him closely and exclaimed,"You're a man! What are you, a faggot?" This really threw him, and he quickly exited the aisle. He was angry but knew there was little he could do about it. At the checkout he was in one lane and the man was in another. The man asked him if he was any kind of a man. He answered that it takes a real man to wear a dress. The other man scoffed and pushed his cart ahead. Carla felt proud that she had answered the man back. When he told Julie about it they both laughed, and then Julie said it was a shame that people like that are still around. Carla told her that the world is full of people and not all of them are nice all the time. The next day was Friday. He was doing his nails, using one of Clarissa's nail polishes. It was a bronze colored one. He'd just finished and was waiting for them to dry when Tom came by. "I have some news and it concerns you. Senior management and myself had a meeting that just got over. We are leaving Clarissa where she is right now. You have a choice to quit or stay as her secretary. If you quit there will be a nice severance package for you. I need an answer right now -- what you are going to do?" Carla thought for a bit. After about five minutes of silence Carla said, "I will stay. There aren't a lot of jobs out there." "Good decision! I know it wasn't easy but I think you made a wise decision. You sure do look nice today, but then you always dress nicely. Keep up the good work!" Tom left, and Carla thought about the future. Tom had never mentioned a cut in pay. He wondered if they were going to keep paying him his old salary. He decided they weren't going to keep him at his old salary, but he didn't care because at least he had a job. When he told Julie about his day she sympathized with him. She told him it was best that he stayed, that at least he had a job. He told her that was how he saw it. It was Saturday, and Julie told him they were going shopping. They went to a very large mall twenty miles away. They were walking in the concourse when they heard someone call their name. It was Bert and Hilda Parker, a couple they always went out with. Bert recognized Carla right away and asked what was going on. Carla told him it was a long story and the subject was dropped. By the time they parted Julie had agreed that they would go out to eat that evening with the Parkers. Carla asked why Julie had agreed to go out with them and was told that it was the polite thing to do. They were in a women's wear store when Carla saw a dress that caught her eye. Julie saw that it interested him so she told him to try one on. He had never tried on a dress in a store before and was worried that someone would call the police. A salesgirl came over and Julie asked if he could try on the dress. The salesgirl said it would be all right. He soon found himself in the dressing room. He put on the dress and it felt like heaven to him. He stepped out to see what it looked like in the three mirrors. Julie told him he looked great in it. He told her to get it and she told him he was going to buy it. On the way to the checkout he saw a counter with purses on it. He quickly grabbed a shiny red clutch with gold colored clasp. Julie told him to get a new wallet from the bin next to the purses. He chose a light blue one with a little pony on it. Julie laughed and told him he was shopping just like a woman. He told her that he just happened to see the dress and it had caught his eye. Julie laughed and said she didn't care, that he was just like a woman. They kept shopping, and Carla bought two necklaces and a bracelet. In another women's wear store Julie got him a high-waisted girdle, telling him that she thought it would make him appear more womanish. He didn't know about that. Then in a bookstore Julie found a book called 'How to Control Your Husband'. She didn't know why but she wanted it. They continued shopping and didn't find much, but Carla did find an all-lace nightgown in pink. It was time to go home. They were in the car when Julie asked,"Now tell the truth! Do you like wearing dresses full-time?" "It isn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. I don't mind wearing dresses any more but I would like to be able to dress as a man. I have a feeling that isn't going to happen soon." "You better believe it. You are going to wear dresses until I decide you can wear men's clothes." He knew she was taking more control over things. She was now telling him every day what dress to wear and what things there were for him to do. He was worried that he was losing what little power he had in the household. At home everything was put away and Julie sat reading her book. The first chapter was how to get initial control. She already had that. The second chapter told about how to get him in a dress and she already had that. The third chapter dealt with public humiliation. She became interested in the ideas put forth. She wondered if he really wanted to be humiliated. Maybe not? The book said that he did want to be humiliated even if he said he didn't. Chapter four concerned other ways to control a husband. She wondered how he would like a chastity device. The idea of a corset she thought was a great idea. She loved chapter four. It was time to leave and Carla had changed into an evening gown. It was powder blue with one bare shoulder and a gem-studded front that looked like a big rose. Julie hated to put the book down but knew they had to meet the Parkers. They met the Parkers and when it came time to order Julie ordered for both of them, telling the waitress that both she and her sissy husband would have a chef's Italian salad. When the waitress left Carla asked why she'd ordered that way. Julie answered, "Because you are my sissy husband, aren't you?" He couldn't answer that one. Julie asked the Parkers if they thought Carla looked pretty in his new dress. She told them how he'd seen it on the rack and had to have it. Carla was slumping down in his seat. Hilda Parker said she really did like that dress. They were finished and had said their good-byes to the Parker's and got into their car when Carla asked, "Why did you have to tell the waitress I was your sissy husband and tell the Parker's how I found the dress? I did not have to have it!" "Yes, you did! I saw the look on your face and you did have to have it. As far as the waitress goes I was just stating the truth. Admit it, you are a sissy." He knew she was right, and didn't like it. "I want to get out of these dresses and I want to do it now." "Right here in the car! You do feel daring, don't you?" "You know what I mean." "You didn't want to get out of a dress in the attic, did you?" "That was different and you know it." "It is no different now than it was then. Make up your mind, you ARE going to stay in dresses!" He knew he wasn't going to win this argument. He pouted all the rest of the way home. At home Julie said, "I want breakfast in bed tomorrow. Three sausage links, two eggs, fried hard, two pieces of buttered toast and a cup of coffee. You know how I take my coffee. I will have it at eight-thirty." The next morning he was up at seven as usual for him. He made coffee and got the Sunday paper in. He started reading the paper until the coffee was ready. The coffee was ready and he got a cup. He sat down and thought, what if he didn't make her breakfast? Then he dismissed that from his mind, because he knew she would be angry, and his life was hell when she was angry. At eight he started her breakfast. He liked to cook at lower temperatures so it took longer than he expected. It was eight-thirty- five when he entered the bedroom with her tray. "You are late. I was ready to eat five minutes ago." Being sarcastic, he set the tray down, stepped back, and did a curtsy, saying he was sorry. He saw Julie smile and he didn't like that smile. A half hour later Julie came down with the tray and handed it to him, telling him to clean the dishes. She was already dressed and said she had some running to do, and that he could do the laundry today. He finished the dishes and started the laundry. Then he went to have another cup of coffee and finish reading the paper. He was still wearing his nightgown and decided to go get dressed. He got dressed and decided as long as he wasn't going anywhere today that he didn't have to put on make-up. Julie came home as he was switching the laundry loads. He came upstairs from the basement and saw her standing in the dining area. She looked at him and got an angry look on her face. "Why aren't you wearing make-up?" "I thought as long as I wasn't going anywhere I didn't need to put on make-up." "Wrong, Carla. You wear make-up every day. Now go put on make-up and then meet me in The bedroom." As he was applying his make-up he wondered what Julie had in mind now. He had a premonition that it wasn't good. He finished his make- up and headed to the bedroom. He saw some boxes on the bed and wondered what was in them. "Now you look better. I think you need a reminder of what you are in this house. I got you something I know you are just going to love." She opened the first box and he couldn't see what it was. When she held it out to him he saw it was a black French maid's uniform. He said he couldn't wear that, and she told him he will wear that every day while he cleans, cooks, and serves supper. "When you serve supper you will stand and wait to see if I need anything. You will eat after I am done. Now, I got you two black uniforms so you can wash one and wear the other. I also got you a lavender uniform for special occasions. Now, get your uniform on and meet me in the living room." He knew he was going to do as she commanded. He wondered when she became so dominant. He didn't like the way things were shaping up but didn't know how to stop it. He changed and went into the living room. Julie told him he was supposed to curtsy as a maid. He curtsied. "You know I never would have thought about you being a maid until you curtsied to me this morning. Thank you for the idea. Now, you have wash in the washer and I want you to hang it outside so it smells like fresh air. Also, make me a pot of tea, I am thirsty for tea." He went and made the tea, and brought it to her, and remembered to curtsy as he carried the tray. Julie told him he did very good. He then went to get the wash out of the dryer and hang it outside. He was hanging it when Lucille Hopkins, their neighbor, saw him. She hollered hello, then called him over to the fence. He slowly walked over there. "You must be new here. I didn't know they had a maid. Wait you are Fred, aren't you?" "Yes and this all my wife's doing. I can't seem to stop her. She has taken control of everything." "I know she can be stubborn at times. Just make the best of it and you'll survive. Good luck with the wash." He decided to sit on the bench in the back yard, and sat there, and wondered what was next. He shuddered when he thought she might still do something else to him. He knew she could be manipulative at times and he knew he would likely go along with whatever she wanted. He sat there for over a half hour, thinking about where things were at. He went back in the house and went to get the empty teapot. He curtsied when he entered the room and asked if she was done with the tea. She said she was. "You know, that uniform looks tight on you. Is it as tight as it looks?" "Yes, it is on the tight side. You should have gotten a size bigger. Why don't you take it back and get a different size, though I honestly don't think I need a uniform." "I know you need a uniform. I have a better idea. When you've cleaned that teapot come into the bedroom. I have just what you need." He dreaded thinking about what was supposed to happen next. He knew it wasn't going to be good for him. He decided she had gotten him a different girdle. That had to be it. He entered the bedroom and saw Julie with a smug look on her face. She told him to get the uniform off and the petticoats also. It didn't take him long to get them off. She knelt in front of him and when he looked he thought it was a girdle. She slid it up his body easily and he thought it wasn't so bad. Then she stepped behind him and started to tighten the laces. At first it felt just a little tight. She kept on starting over at the bottom. Then she stepped in front of him, telling him not to move. He saw her grab something and wondered what it was. She told him it was a corset tightener so you could get the laces nice and tight. He didn't think it had to be made any tighter. He told her so and she said it was made to be tight and to shut up and only speak when spoken to. She told him that from now on he would only speak when spoken to. He felt as if a weight had been dropped on him. She finished, and watched as he slowly put everything back on. When he was done she told him that was the way the uniform was supposed to fit. He didn't say anything. He made supper and went and told her it was ready. "Didn't you understand me when I told you not to speak unless you are spoken to. You could have waited until I asked what you wanted. Now you will have to be punished. After you finish The supper dishes, come and get me and I'll do your punishment. He thought he'd been punished enough for today, but finished the supper dishes and then went to her. He stood and waited for ten minutes before she asked him if he was ready. He said he was. She led him into the bedroom. "When we were at the adult store before I looked at these and thought you probably wouldn't want them but the more I thought about it the more I think it is exactly what you want. So this is not really a punishment but rather a reward for you. Take off your heels. Slip into these. She put a pair of six-inch heels on him and locked the ankle strap. "Now, tell me thank you for getting you such a nice present." "Thank you, I guess." "You guess. Now thank me properly and tell me how well you like them or I will really punish you." "Thank you for the lovely shoes. I really like them." "Seeing you really like them you can wear them to work tomorrow. I know you will be glad you did." He knew already that they weren't going to be comfortable. He dreaded the thought of wearing them all day tomorrow. At bedtime he couldn't get them off. He swore under his breath. "What's that, Carla?" "I can't get these shoes off. It's like they are locked on my feet." "That's because they are locked on your feet. Wear them to bed and you won't have to put them on tomorrow for work. Now thank me for telling you that." "Thank you for telling me they were locked on my feet." "I think from now on whenever you speak to me you should add mistress. You are not to address my by my first name. Do you hear me?" "Yes, mistress." "Very good. Now get to bed!" He got into bed and knew he wasn't going to sleep well. He did fall asleep only to wake up two hours later with a cramp in his thigh. He rubbed it until it eased up a bit, then got out of bed and walked around. The cramp went away. He got back into bed and fell asleep again. At four A.M. he woke again. He'd just had the worst nightmare he could ever remember. He noticed the shoes on his feet and knew it wasn't a nightmare, it was those damn shoes. He couldn't fall asleep again so after a half hour of lying there he got up for the day. He was made-up and dressed in no time and went to make a pot of coffee. And realized that right now he felt great. He wondered why he felt so nice, and decided he looked sexy in the light blue, almost sheer blouse and the dark blue mini-shirt. He never thought at all about the heels he was wearing. He was on his second cup of coffee and thinking that all in all wearing dresses wasn't really so bad. Then he thought it would be all right if he got rid of the corset and heels. He was walking as well as can be expected, and knew it was only because he had worn four- inch heels so much. The extra two inches added something, so he couldn't walk quite as fast, but he knew it was no big deal. He finished the pot of coffee and made another because he knew Julie would want some when she got up. Finally Julie was up and dressed. She came into the kitchen for her cup of coffee. He knew she didn't talk until she had her second cup of coffee. She was on her second cup when she said, "Good morning, Carla. I know you must have slept well, didn't you?" "Good morning Mistress. I slept for most of the night. I have been awake since four this morning, but I will make it through the day." "That's good to hear. Today when you get home put on your lavender uniform. I am having some friends over and I want you to look your best. So when you get home redo your make-up and get changed so you are ready when they arrive." "Yes, dear." "Yes! What!" "Yes, mistress." "That's better." She dropped him off at work and as he walked in he felt sexy walking in the high heels. Though by the time he reached his desk he didn't think he could take another step. He sat and relaxed. Clarissa came in singing, and cheerfully wished him good morning. He returned the greeting, and as she went into her office he got up to get her some coffee. When he took it in, Clarissa exclaimed how much she loved his heels. She had him walk back and forth in her office, loving watching him walk. She told him she thought only whores wore shoes like that. He told her he wasn't a whore. She said she was just stating a known fact. Finally she told him to go do his nails and suggested he use her Really Red nail polish. He left her office. He was glad to sit down. His legs were starting to feel the strain of walking and it was taking longer and longer for them to get over the walking. He looked in the drawer and found the nail polish she had said. He removed the old polish and applied the new. He was shocked at how red it really was. He thought, this is red, red, red. But he knew he had to leave it on. Right after lunch Clarissa had him take a file over to production for Bill Simpson. It was a far walk and by the time he was halfway there he was feeling his legs starting to hurt. He continued onward and finally arrived. He sat in a chair waiting for Bill to come so he could give him the file. He hoped Bill would take his time. Finally he gave Bill the file and was heading back. He got inside the building and sat down on a bench just inside the door. It was for visitors who were seeing people in the building. He massaged his thighs and lower legs. He hated his heels. He wondered if he wasn't starting to hate Julie. Then he thought about the old days and decided he didn't hate her. After about twenty minutes he was ready to go again. He sat at his desk wondering what was going to happen next. He had a feeling something was going to happen but he didn't know what or when. When Julie picked him up she asked how his day went. "Well, I have to get out of these heels. They are making it so I can't do my job. If I can't do my job you know what happens." "You may not need that job. the hospital is looking for a project engineer. You should apply for it. Maybe you will get your men's clothes back after all." He saw a glimmer of hope. He knew tomorrow morning early he would be calling for an interview. He suddenly felt like there was a light at the end of the tunnel. At home he put the lavender uniform on, and it felt different from the black ones did. He started to get hard. When Julie saw him she said he looked just darling in his new uniform. Then she noticed the tent in his skirt. She told him to get rid of that. It didn't go down. She told him she had just what he needed to keep it down. She led him into the bedroom. He knew going into the bedroom was bad luck. Julie came out with something -- he had no idea what it was. She lifted his skirt and slapped his hard-on. It went down immediately. She slid a tube over his penis and soon was locking it at his back. "There that wasn't so bad, was it?" "What did you do, Mistress?" "You are now in a chastity belt. You will no longer have to worry about your tool pushing a skirt out. I think in two weeks I will milk you so you don't build up too much sperm. You won't be able to cum with that on, or do your husbandly duties in bed, but at least I won't have to go undenied as you still have your tongue. He was completely taken aback. Why did she have to do something like this? He wondered if she hadn't gone too far. At supper Julie told him that she thought lavender was his color. She said they would just have to go shopping to find him a lavender dress. He thought it was just an excuse to humiliate him further. He finished dishes and five minutes later the doorbell rang. He answered it and it was his neighbor. She told him she could see he was still a maid. She asked him where he got those ridiculously high heels and he told her that Julie had got them for him. The doorbell rang again and it was Clarissa who said, "Wow, you really dress sexy at home. I love your dress. You dress the most feminine of any person I know." Julie came into the room and gave Clarissa a lingering kiss on her lips. He just stood glued to one spot and the look of shock on his face was priceless. Julie broke the kiss and looked at him. She saw the shocked look on his face. "What's the matter? Haven't you ever seen two girls kiss before. We are lovers, what do you think about that?" "I don't know what to think, Mistress. I am completely taken aback by what I just saw." "Well I must tell you Clarissa and I worked together to get you where you are today. Now, I want you to thank Clarissa for all her help. Kiss the toes of each of her shoes to show how much you appreciate her helping out. DO IT NOW!" In a trance-like state he did as commanded. He heard both Julie and Clarissa laughing at him. Five more women arrived and Julie had him fix drinks for everyone. He had to curtsy as he served each drink. Three hours later the party broke up. His legs were killing him. He had cleaned up a bit and was getting ready for bed. Julie told him he did a wonderful job tonight with all the women. She told him his reward was getting the heels off. He thought it was almost worth all the pain to get them off. The next day early he called for an interview. He was told he could be seen at 10 A.M. He told Clarissa he had an appointment at ten and she told him good luck. At ten he was there and met with Judy Witt and Kevin Thompson. Both were in their fifties and Judy was rather good-looking. The interview went pretty smooth. He felt good about it. He had told them he was a man and they seemed to accept it. He waited in an outer office for them to call him back in, worried that he might have said something wrong. After ten minutes he was called back in the office. Judy started, "We have decided you are the person for the job. It is yours. When can you start?" "I should give a two week notice but I think a week's notice will be enough. I will see you in a week. There is one thing you could do for me. My wife works here, and if you could talk to her about letting me back into my men's clothes I would really appreciate it." Kevin spoke, "There is another thing. We don't like to get involved with domestic situations so we are not going to tell your wife to let you into your men's clothes. Also, for the last two years The Equal Opportunity people have been on our backs about not hiring or promoting special needs people. So what it amounts to is that you have to come to work wearing a dress. What you are wearing right now is perfect. Last year The Equal Opportunity people fined us five hundred dollars and told us the fines go up each year. This year we are not going to pay a fine. So do you still want the job under those conditions?" "Yes, I do! I know I can do a good job for you." "Excellent, we will see you in a week! Have a great day." Judy said. "Thank you. I am having a great day." He got back to the office and couldn't wait to tell Clarissa he was quitting in a week. She told him she would really miss him but that she knew he had to get on with his life. He went and told Tom, who was totally surprised at the announcement. Tom asked if he had found another job and he said that he had. He didn't tell him where or the conditions of the job. Tom told him they were going to miss his input. He thought they didn't really care about his input or they wouldn't have done what they'd done to him. As he drove home he thought about all that had happened to him. If they hadn't demoted him he wouldn't have gotten the job at the hospital. He thought about how Julie had put him in dresses and realized the dresses actually seem to help his situation. He couldn't wait to tell Julie about his new job. At home he was surprised that Julie wasn't home yet. She came in ten minutes later carrying a small bag. He told her about his new job. She congratulated him. He asked if he could now have his men's clothes back to wear on week-ends. She told him it would be better if he stayed wearing dresses. Then she handed him the small bag, telling him it was a present for him, for behaving so well lately. He reached in and took out a gold necklace. He stretched it out to see what it looked like. and let out a gasp as he saw in big letters on the necklace the word 'SISSY'. Julie told him to put it on. He didn't want to but he put it on to please Julie. Then she said they were going out for supper to celebrate his new job. At the supper club Julie ordered a crab salad and told the waitress that her sissy husband would have the same. Then she asked the waitress what she thought of his new necklace. the waitress looked at it and laughed out loud. Carla felt really bad, and sank down in her chair. "Sit up and sit straight. You are making me mad when you slouch like that." "Why do you have to embarrass me like that?" "Because I want to and I can. Stop and think, I am in control now. You WILL do as I say and you WILL not tell me what to do. I WILL do as I please. Do you understand that you will do as I say, no questions asked?" "I guess so." They ate in silence until Julie said she was going to take him for a real treat. He wondered what degrading thig she had in mind now. They finished eating and Julie drove them to an up-scale dress shop. They went in and Julie told him he looked so nice in lavender that she was going to get him a lavender dress to wear for special occasions out. They were looking and she found three possibilities. she had him go try them on. He tried on two of them and Julie said they were possible but not really what she was thinking of. He tried on the third one which had a lavender lace top and a lavender floor length skirt. He came out so Julie could see it and was surprised to see her talking to another woman. He was taken by surprise when Julie said to the woman, "What do you think of my sissy husband in this dress?" "I think he looks wonderful. Lavender is his color!" "Yes, the dress does look really nice on him. I think we will take it. Carla, go take it off so we can get it for you." He went into the dressing room wondering why Julie had to always embarrass him like that. They got the dress and Julie made sure the cashier knew it was for him. The cashier said she was sure he would love it and giggled. They were in the car and Julie turned a way he knew wasn't toward home. He wondered where they were going next. In a part of town he didn't know she suddenly pulled into a driveway. She told him they were invited here and they were going to learn some new things here, that he should do whatever told to do. He saw the woman that Julie was talking to in the store answer the door. She invited them in and called to someone to bring some beer as Julie had said she could use a beer. The woman told Carla she loved his necklace. Julie and the woman talked in a low voice he couldn't hear. Then in a commanding voice the woman told him to follow her. He followed her into the bedroom where the woman told him to lift his skirt and bend over the end of the bed. He felt something cool on his rear, then felt something invade his rear hole. the woman told him it was only her finger and that she was going to keep it up until she had three fingers in. She got to three fingers and told him to stay the way he was. He wondered what was going to happen next. He let out a scream when he felt something large enter his rear. The pain was terrible and he felt helpless -- he couldn't stop it. But gradually it eased and began to feel kind of nice, and he started enjoying it. Finally the woman finished and he heard a pop when it was pulled out. The woman said, "Now, you have just lost your cherry." She pulled him up and turned him around. She kissed him full on the lips forcing her tongue into his mouth. She kept it up for some time before she released him. He didn't know what to think. Then he saw Julie standing there and he knew she had watched the whole thing. He had to kiss the woman's breasts and tell her thank you for what she had shown them. They left. In the car Julie said,"You sure seemed to enjoy that. I think I have to get a new toy." Julie pulled into the parking lot of the adult store. They went in and Julie went to look at dildos. She showed him one that said it vibrated and said that it might be perfect for him. Then she got to where the double sided dildos were and knew that was what she wanted. She picked one that was called the buster. It was long and very thick. It showed veins and looked real. When she showed it to Carla all he could think of was how much pain it would be to have that in his rear. He vowed to himself she would never use it on him. Julie sang all the way home. Carla thought Julie was going nuts with all the things she had done to him. He decided it was going to end here. He made a resolution that he was not going to stand for it anymore. They got home and he had to hang up his dress. He felt tired so he took a bath and relaxed in the warm water. It gave him a chance to contemplate things. He got done and put on a nightgown and crawled into bed. Julie came in and woke him a half hour later. "Wake up sleepyhead. I want to try my new toy. Come on get in position. You know what that is already." "NO! I WON"T! This has gone on long enough. I will not submit myself to your games any longer. This is the end. I am your husband, for God's sake." "Do you think you look like a husband in that nightgown and all the dresses you wear? Well, do you?" "I originally did it because I loved you but you crossed the line some time ago. If you insist on keeping all of this up I want a divorce." "What do you think you are saying? Are you mad?" "No, I am angry. You pushed things too far and now I have lost the love I had for you. Tomorrow I will find an apartment and then I will get my things out of here. I promise you I will get a divorce. That you can count on. You know when I do make up my mind, I do it, whatever it is." She was taken aback. She knew he meant what he said. She thought she held the right cards and said to him. "You think you have it all figured out. How are you going to get that corset and chastity belt off. You need me and don't you forget it." He thought about what she said and knew there might be a problem getting them off but figured he would come up with something to get them off. The next morning he was up and all prepared before Julie woke up. He was having his third cup of coffee when Julie entered. She spat,"Well sissy, have you changed your mind about the divorce?" "No, I intend on going through with it. You never should have gone as far as you did and you know it." You could cut the air with a knife in the silence that followed. Julie didn't believe he would actually go through with a divorce, After all, he needed her support. Or so she thought. At work he checked the local paper for apartments. He saw one that was two blocks away from the hospital. He decided to check that one out. He called the number and set up an appointment. Clarissa called him into her office. "I hear you are thinking about getting a divorce, Is that true?" "Yes, I am going to get a divorce. Julie crossed the line one time too many. I have to put a stop to all this nonsense." "I am sorry to hear that. I want you to stop and think of all the good times you and Julie had. That is something to consider, I think." "I have taken everything into consideration and all I can think about is divorce. You are not going to change my mind. Now, you can move in and sleep with her." "That's hitting below the belt!" "Not as I see it. You two are lovers as you both showed me the other night. I can't deny what I saw and what was said. You are both lesbians but I don't care anymore. I know tomorrow is my last day here and all I want to do is get everything over with including this job." "That's too bad you feel that way. Your wife and I just happened to hit it off at the right time. I am sorry you had to find out like that but it couldn't be helped. I am going to miss you, you know that. As a gift, take tomorrow off with pay. That is the least I can do for you to show you that I do really care about you." "Thank you. I appreciate that you care and to tell the truth I probably will miss you also. Maybe we can get together from time to time." He smiled at her and left the office. Back at his desk he packed what things of his there were. There wasn't much and it didn't take long. It came to quitting time, and as he left he grabbed his name plate off the desk as a reminder of what had happened to him there. After work he checked out the apartment. It was just what he was looking for. It was an upscale place with a fitness room and swimming pool. He gave them the down payment and two months rent. He got the keys and left. He stopped at a furniture store and ordered furniture to be delivered the next day. Then went to a department store, where he bought four bedding sets, some towels and washcloths, and some dishes with silverware. He returned home and it was getting late and he was tired, so he took a bath. and when he had his nightgown on he went to sleep on the couch. He hadn't seen Julie at all. Apparently she wasn't home yet. Some time during the night he woke up to see Julie standing next to him. He could see she looked different, and wondered what was going on in her mind. "I talked to Clarissa late this afternoon and she told me all about the conversation you two had. I now believe you are going to go through with the divorce. I am sorry things have to end this way. Believe me, I do not hate you. I am not going to try to change your mind, but I do wish you would not get a divorce. We have had good years together and bad years together but we always came to some agreement. I hope we can do that now." "It's too late for that. I have my mind made up. What happened can happen again and I don't think I can stand it to happen again. I also am sorry it has to end this way but it's the only way I can see for it to end." "You don't have to sleep there. Go get into bed where you belong." "I will sleep here for my last night in this house. Good night!" Julie walked out of the room and he heard her in the kitchen getting something. He fell asleep again quickly and slept deep. The next morning when he woke up he could smell the coffee. He got up and was surprised to see Julie sitting at the table looking haggard. "I didn't sleep at all last night. I already called in sick. Have some coffee and sit down so we can talk." "What do you want to talk about?" "I want to find out if you hate me or what. It bothers me that you might hate me." "I do NOT hate you. I have however stopped loving you. I think I stopped some time ago but held out hope that things would change. Things changed but not how I wanted them to change. They got worse. I don't know where or why you changed and I would really like to know why." Julie got up and left the room and he wondered where she was going. She came back and laid a book in front of him. It was the femdom book she had read. He opened it and took a quick glance, recognizing things that had happened to him. "I read that book and it gave me ideas. I never thought about any consequences for doing them. I am sorry I hurt you. You must believe that." "I believe you and I do not hate you. As I said, I just want out of this marriage." "I can see that you mean what you say. All I can say is that I wish you well in whatever you do or end up in." He got up and put his cup in the sink and left. He went to his apartment because the furniture was to be delivered soon. When the furniture was delivered and put in its place, he still had some running to do. At his lawyers place his lawyer told him he had nothing to worry about, that he had a strong case. He left and stopped to get blankets for the bed and then some groceries. It was noon, and he stopped at a small caf? and got lunch. Then he decided to stop at home and get some clothes. He grabbed two boxes out of the garage and started packing. Julie was sleeping soundly on the bed and he kept quiet so as not to wake her. He filled the car with clothes and headed for his apartment. He got everything put away, and loved how the cupboards looked stocked with food. Then he thought about the fact that he had no cookware. He headed to the department store where he got things he knew he needed. He had never realized how expensive it was to set up housekeeping. Julie woke up feeling refreshed but sad. She saw the closet door open and saw that his dresses were gone. She wondered when he'd taken them. She wondered what he was doing right now. She already missed him. What he was doing was relaxing in the vibrating easy chair. Then he thought he would go for a swim. He got his one piece yellow flowered swim suit on and headed for the pool. There were two women already in the pool. He dove in and loved how the water felt. One of the women came by and asked if he was new there. He told her he was, and she introduced herself as Sara Thoms. He introduced himself and thought that would be it. Sara followed him as he swam. "Might I ask why you are wearing a woman's swim suit? I know you are a man." "It's a long story and I am not really ready to relate it. It started out with my wife demanding it. Thing