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Marvin's Story
By Margaret Jeanette
Tilly Morgan arrived home from work. She entered from the garage
into the house. She called to Marv her out of work husband, that she
was home. She got no answer.
She went into the bedroom to change into more comfortable clothes.
She saw he was taking a nap. She said in a loud voice,"Wake up,
sleepyhead."
She pulled the covers off of him then gasped. She looked again and
saw he was wearing a red dress and make-up. She shook him awake. She
was angry, very angry.
"Is this what you do when I am not here. Why are you wearing a
dress? Who did your make-up? Answer me!"
"I overslept. I can explain. I did my make-up."
"Get some shoes on and come into the dining room."
"I'll change first."
"No, leave on what you are wearing. I have already seen you."
He came into the dining room wearing red heels. She looked at him
with a glowering face. He could see she was mad.
"Now tell me why you are dressed like that. I want to know all about
it. I know that isn't my dress and I want to know what you have, all
of it, and where you got it. Now, let's hear it!"
"Well it started when I was nine. You know my sister is one year
older than I am. I saw her pretty dresses and I was home alone so I
tried one on. I liked how it felt. I stayed in it for about an hour
then took it off and hung it back up. Twice after that I tried on
different dresses of hers. Then she caught me and she said I had to
keep wearing the dress. After that whenever mom and dad were gone she
would have me wear a dress. One day mom came home unexpectedly and
caught me in a dress. She made me wear a dress for the next three
days. She thought she was punishing me but it was heaven to me. My
sister kept making me wear her dresses until she moved out when I
was eighteen. Two years later we got married and I went nine months
without wearing a dress. Then the urge got too strong and I bought my
first outfit. The checkout girls in the stores never question who
something is for. When a man buys a dress they must assume that it is
for their girlfriend or wife. I bought all my make-up at a drug store
30 miles away so I wouldn't be recognized. I didn't have to worry
because the girl never said anything. I am sorry you had to find out
like this but now I am glad it is out in the open."
"So, how much do you have? How many outfits?"
"I think I have six dresses, four bras, two slips, pantyhose, six
panties and three pair of heels. More or less -- things wear out and
are replaced."
"Where did you hide all of that?"
"In the back of the closet in the spare bedroom."
"Looking at your make-up I can see you have had a lot of practice.
Your make-up is perfect. Since you are happy in women's clothes I
think I have a solution for you. I am the breadwinner in this house
these days so and you aren't employed now, so it seems only fair that
you should clean, cook and do laundry. I want the laundry hung
outside so it smells fresh. Also, as long as you are cooking you can
get the groceries. It's either that or -- I hate to say it but it's
the way I feel -- its out the door right now dressed as you are. What
do you say?"
"I can live with that."
"Here is the kicker. You will wear dresses from now on. No men's
clothes. I thought I married a real man but I was mistaken. So pack
your men's clothes tomorrow and I will decide what to do with them.
So are you staying or going out the door?"
"I am staying. But don't you think that is just a bit excessive, I
wasn't hurting anyone and I have never been outside the house wearing
a dress."
"Look at it this way -- you are about to experience a new
adventure." She laughed. He felt like he was trapped. He knew he was
trapped. Same as his mother and his sister had trapped him.
The next morning he was up before Tilly. She woke up as he was
changing his panties and was impressed by them. She thought she
didn't have any panties that fancy and feminine. Then he hooked the
bra, and she saw he must have had a lot of practice to be that fast
fastening it. When he put on the black slip she saw it was a stretch
lace top one. Then he slipped something into his bra cups. She
couldn't tell what it was. Then he went out of the room and she knew
he was getting a dress. She wondered what he would look like today.
She got up and got dressed.
She came into the kitchen just as the coffee was ready. She got a
cup and sat down by him.
"Today you can clean the house and get groceries. Here is some money
for the groceries. Next to the grocery store is a nail place. Here is
twenty dollars. Go there and get a manicure. Have them put color on
your nails. I expect to see that you did actually clean the house."
"You will be able to see that I cleaned. I promise you that!"
She left for work and he started cleaning. He did the living room
first and when he was done he looked around and was proud of what he
saw. Then he went to make the bed and clean the bedroom. He cleaned
the carpet and dusted and polished the furniture.
Then it was the bathrooms. He was really enjoying himself. He knew
he was doing a great job. By the time he was done it was lunch time.
He had a light lunch.
After lunch dishes were done he knew he had to go to the grocery
store. He hated the thought of going out, but left. He arrived at the
grocery store and was going down the aisles and saw that no one said
anything to him. He noticed a few who looked at him and moved on as
if everything was normal. He was starting to get confidence.
He checked out and the cashier said "Have a nice day, ma'am." He put
the groceries in the car and went to the nail place. There he was
taken right away. He really loved getting his first manicure. The
girl asked him if he wanted color and he said yes. She asked what
color he wanted and he told her to pick a pretty color. She came back
with a pretty red that he liked a lot.
He got home and put the groceries away. He kept looking at his nails
and it made him feel good. He had never had colored nails before. He
started supper in the slow cooker and went to rest.
Tilly got home and when she looked in the living room she couldn't
believe her eyes. It looked fabulous, so shiny and clean. She went
into the bedroom to change and couldn't believe that also. She woke
Marvin up and asked him how he got every thing to shine like that.
She said she never could get it that clean looking. He told her it
was a secret. She laughed and punched him in the arm.
When they started to eat she noticed his nails. "My your nails look
so nice, and so feminine. I love that color. How did you like the
manicure?"
"I probably will continue to get them. They are really relaxing.
Even if I don't get color it will be worth it."
"You will get color every time you get a manicure. I don't care if
you are back in your men's clothes -- you will get color."
"I don't think it is necessary to wear a dress every day."
"I say you will wear a dress every day. How did you make this pork
roast? It's delicious and I can taste something you did to flavor it,
but I can't put my finger on it. Did you pack your men's clothes
today?"
"Yes, they are in boxes in the spare bedroom. What are you going to
do with them?"
"After you get the dishes done, put them in my trunk. I may just
drop them off at the thrift store."
"Don't do anything so drastic! I may need them someday!"
"I will think about it."
He did the dishes and got the boxes in her trunk. He wondered how
long it was going to be before she changed her mind. He decided to
take a bubble bath.
He was in the bath and feeling really relaxed. The suds felt so
nice. He decided to shave his body. He shaved his chest, his
underarms and legs. Then he thought he should shave his pubic area.
He shaved into a cute triangle. He called to Tilly. She came in and
he asked her to check his back for hair. She saw his bare chest and
smiled. She had to shave his back. When she was done he was hairless,
except for the little pubic area from his neck down.
The next day he went to a self-serve shoe store. There he bought a
pair of black flats with a little bow on the toe. He wanted them for
when he went shopping. He stopped at a clothing store where he found
a skirt and sweater combo, and also another nightgown that he thought
was precious.
Back at home he just had to put on the skirt and sweater. He looked
in the mirror and liked what he saw. He left it all on and decided to
do the laundry.
He was hanging up the laundry when Mrs. Jacobson, the neighbor,
called to him. He walked over by the fence.
"Oh it's you. I thought it was Tilly. When did you get the long hair?"
"It's a wig. Tilly demands I wear these clothes. That is why I am
wearing a dress."
"You look great. I love your pink sweater. Who does your make-up?"
"I do it. It isn't as hard as it looks. Or maybe I just have the
knack of doing it."
"Well, I must say you do look the part. I think you look better as a
woman than you did as a man. Where did you get those black flats. I
love them!"
"I got them at the self-serve shoe store on Oak Street. They were
cheap as far as shoes go."
"I am going to pick up a pair. Say, why don't you come over for
coffee tomorrow morning after Tilly leaves for work."
"That sounds like a wonderful idea. I love my coffee."
"See you tomorrow morning."
She headed back into her house and he thought it went very well. She
didn't mock him and seemed to accept the fact that he was wearing a
dress.
He checked to see what was there for supper and nothing appealed to
him. He decided to go to the grocery store. He was in the meat area
and looking for something that looked good. A woman asked him where
he got those flats. He told her and she thanked him, and she never
noticed he wasn't a woman. He found what he was looking for and went
to find the spices he wanted to try with it. He found what he was
looking for there too.
At home he thought the dining room table needed polishing. When he
was done it sparkled. He loved how it shone.
Tilly got home and said, "My, something smells good!" Then she saw
the table. "You have to tell me how you get things to shine like
that!"
At supper Tilly asked,"Do you have a feminine name?"
"No, I never thought about it."
"Is there any name you can think of?"
"You know, there is. When I was in grade school there was a girl I
had my first crush on. I was afraid to talk to her. Her name was Mary
Beth."
"Mary Beth, I like that. You can have that as your new name. How
does that sound?"
"I guess it's okay. I am not sure I need a new name."
"Of course you do. Look at you! You scream femininity. You
definitely need a feminine name. Now, Mary Beth, how was your day?"
He told her Florence Jacobson had invited him for coffee tomorrow
morning. Tilly said Florence is a flirt and he better watch himself.
He told her he knew that and that he would be on his best behavior.
Then she asked, "Is that a new outfit?"
He replied, "Yes, it is. Why do you ask?"
"Because it looks so good on you. Your breasts really look like they
stick out in that sweater. You look great in pink."
The next morning after Tilly left for work he went over to the
Jacobson home. He was surprised to see five other women there.
Florence told him it was their usual coffee clutch. They got to
talking. One woman asked him how he got his eye liner so perfect. He
tried to explain how to do it. Finally Florence said she would get an
eyeliner pencil so he could demonstrate. He showed how he did it and
the woman told him thank you, that she had never thought about the
way he put it on. Another woman asked where he got his hair done and
he told her it was a wig. She said it looked like real hair and she
liked the style.
The women all left and it was just him and Florence. He said he'd
enjoyed talking to all the women. Florence told him he'd fit in
perfectly. He said none of the women seemed to notice he was a man.
Florence told him they all knew he was a man because she had told
them. He was shocked to hear that. Florence told him in a commanding
voice that she expected him every morning to be there for coffee. He
meekly said he would be there. Florence gave him one of her world-
class smiles. He left before anything happened.
He returned home and decided to make roast chicken for supper. He
liked to slow roast it. He seasoned the chicken then decided to put
stuffing in it. He got it all ready and put it in the oven. Then he
ate lunch.
At super Tilly asked, "What did you use on this chicken. It has a
great taste."
"I just used some spices that I thought would help the flavor. It
was just an experiment that worked out."
"Well keep it up. I love your cooking! How was your day?"
He told her all about the coffee clutch. She wondered if he really
wanted to be there. Then she thought, well, he's a grown man and he
can make his own decisions.
The next morning he put on his floral print dress with the
sweetheart neckline. He liked how this dress felt. He was on his
second cup of coffee when Tilly came out. She told him she thought
his hair might be long enough to get it styled. He said he didn't
think so.
Tilly left for work and he headed for the coffee clutch. There were
only four of the women there. The women talked about the woman who
wasn't there. He was shocked at some of the things said about her.
They were all supposed to be friends.
He returned home and started a beef roast with potatoes and carrots
in the slow cooker. Then he went to make the bed. He decided to do
what laundry there was.
Tilly came home, and they were eating supper when she said, "I made
an appointment for you at Precious Lady beauty parlor. You go there
tomorrow at eleven. They will check to see if you can get a feminine
style to your own hair. Then you can store that wig. They will make
you as feminine looking as possible. Make sure you are there at
eleven."
"Where are they located?"
"On the corner of Maple and Main Street. You can't miss it."
"Okay, but I don't think my hair is long enough."
"Let them decide if it is. Let them do their thing."
"Yes, dear."
The next morning right after the coffee clutch he headed for the
beauty parlor. He arrived ten minutes early. The receptionist said he
must be Mary Beth. He said he was and she asked if he wanted a cup of
coffee. He said that would be nice and she went and got it.
A young girl came and called him. She took him to a chair and said
she knew what he wanted already. She pulled off his wig. She checked
his hair length. She said she could do it and that he was going to
get a perm. She said she was told to make him as feminine as possible.
After she shampooed his hair she started to give him the perm. She
got the rollers in and put a plastic cap on his head. Then she stood
in front of him and looked closely at his features. She said his make-
up was all wrong and that his eyebrows needed thinning.
She removed his make-up and started on his eyebrows. It hurt as she
pulled hair by hair but he gritted his teeth and stood it. When she
finished with his eyebrows she started to redo his make-up. She
explained what colors she was using and why. She told him most women
use the wrong colors for their complexion. When she finished she
checked his perm, and then she had him go sit under a dryer.
He was back in the chair and she was taking out the rollers. She
said he had nice thick hair that made it a lot easier to give him a
perm. She started brushing, combing and spraying his hair. She asked
if he wanted sparkles in his hair and he said, "Why not?" When she
finished up she turned him toward the mirror.
He couldn't believe how different he looked. He thought he looked
marvelous and he told her that. She handed him a flowered pouch that
contained the make-up she had used on him, and handed him his purse,
and he put the pouch in. He thanked her for doing him. She gave him a
card and told him to ask for her when he made his next appointment.
He said he would ask for her.
At home he kept looking in the mirror. He couldn't believe it was
him. He completely lost track of time.
Tilly came home and couldn't believe what she saw. She loved his
updo with the blond streaks and sparkles. He looked so different in
the new make-up. She gave him a kiss. He told her he hadn't started
supper but that he would make a quick meal. She told him to go put on
the blue evening dress, that they were going out to eat.
They went to the Pine Tree Supper Club. They were at the bar when
Charles Mahoney came up to him. Charles said he recognized him,
Marvin Morgan, and called him a queer and faggot. Then Charles threw
a punch and knocked him down. On the way down he hit his arm on the
bar. He laid on the floor wondering if he should get up, then he
slowly got up. The police arrived and arrested Charles, and asked him
if he was all right. He said he thought he might have broken his arm
in the fall. They called for an ambulance.
At the emergency room he had to give his real name so his insurance
would cover him. The ER people never said a thing about why he was
wearing a dress. They had X-rays taken of his arm and found it was
broken just above the wrist. They had a nurse help him get his dress
off because they didn't think it would come off when the cast was on.
The nurse commented on how nice his slip looked. She asked where he
got it and he told her. She said she'd been in that store a couple of
times and that she thought they were a bit expensive. He told her
you've got to shop the sales. She laughed.
Tilly arrived and when she saw him he told her he was going to get a
cast on his arm. She was distraught and told him he should go back to
his men's clothes. He said he didn't have any, that she'd taken all
of his clothes to the thrift shop. She told him they were still in
the trunk of her car. He said he would think about it.
A police officer checked on him and said that now the charge against
Charley was assault with injury. He asked what that meant. The police
officer said that meant he would get a larger fine and probably have
to pay his medical bills plus money for pain and suffering. There
could also possibly loss of companionship. The police officer left
and the doctor put a cast on his arm. The doctor told him he had to
see his own doctor in the next three days for a follow-up.
Back at home Tilly made a quick meal for them. They were eating and
he said, "You know Charley always gave me a hard time. He was the
company bully. More people were afraid of him than not. I never
thought he would get that violent over something like me wearing a
dress. I always thought he had a big mouth and got loud at times but
never as violent as he was tonight."
"Maybe he had so much to drink that he wasn't thinking straight.
That would explain everything."
"Yes, I think you are right. Once at work he hollered at me and then
he came a couple hours later and apologized. Sometimes he isn't a bad
guy -- he just has a short fuse."
"There are others out there just like him. I don't want you to get
hurt. So, for my sake, will you go back to your men's clothes,
please? Pretty please?"
"I guess I can, but you know I do love wearing dresses."
"You can wear them here, in the house and at your coffee clutches,
but not out in public where you could get hurt a lot worse than you
were tonight. How does that sound?"
"It sounds good to me. What about my hair?"
"Go tomorrow and have them shave your head, if necessary. Your hair
will grow back."
"You are right! I will go tomorrow and have them get rid of this
perm."
"Thank you. I really appreciate that you are doing all of this for
me. I love you and I do NOT want you hurt anymore."
So, they had worked out a deal where both of them were winners. True
love always shows through.
© 2009 by Margaret Jeanette
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