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Tom moved around his home as the morning gave way to the afternoon. He was growing restless as he tried to comply with his physiatrists' instructions. Tom's psychiatrist told him to take a less stressful job to deal with his worsening anxiety problems. Tom did not want to follow the advice, but Samantha had attended the session with him. His wife heard the recommendation and made sure that Tom followed it. Tom knew that his problems were taken their toll on his work. It was an unavoidable conclusion, but he was so successful at his job that 75 percent of his normal capabilities was good enough to keep him among the better performers. His employer begged Tom not quit, but Samantha was adamant that he take care of his health. Tom tried to convince her otherwise, but his successes had enabled him to be able to quit his job. Tom had substantial savings to his name. He had substantial stock investments and owned numerous parcels of income producing real-estate. Tom was able to retire a young man if he wanted to, but he was not ready for that. His every day at home since he quit work was a reminder of how unready he was. Every day became the same drudgery for him. He would wake up and eat breakfast before surfing the internet and watching television. The showcase showdown on the Price is Right had become the highlight of his weekdays. He would shop for groceries and occasionally stop by his wife's shop. Tom occasionally looked for another job, but he could not find openings for anything other than the type of job he quit. So Tom continued on in the ranks of the unemployed. As he moved around his home, Tom was forced to realize that he had traded stress for boredom. As lunch time approached, Tom walked towards the kitchen. Tom walked into the kitchen and took out the bread and deli supplies. Tom made two sandwiches because Samantha was coming home for lunch. She had been coming home for lunch since he stopped working two weeks before. Tom was happy to have her around. It meant that he did not have to be alone for a bit and had someone to talk to. Still, he knew it was hard for her to leave her job because was a sole entrepreneur with two full time employees. She usually had three full time employees, but one had recently taken a new job. Tom felt bad for Samantha. He knew she was looking for a new employee, working harder than usual at the shop and worried about him. Tom heard her pull into the garage. He waited for her as he sat in the kitchen. Samantha walked into the kitchen and kissed him on the cheek. They exchanged a few words about each others day. Tom then noticed that Samantha was a bit anxious looking as she walked around the kitchen. He asked, "What's wrong?" Samantha shook her head and replied, "Nothing. I just think I want a little drink before I go back." "You never drink during the day," Tom retorted. "First time for everything," she responded. Tom saw his wife taking out vodka, cranberry juice and a glass. Tom called out to her, "Can you get me a glass too?" Samantha nodded and took him out a glass. She made him a drink and sat down with him to eat lunch. Tom took a sip and finished the drink quickly while Samantha nursed hers. Tom was unsurprised given how rarely Samantha drank. As Samantha continued to eat, Tom finished his lunch and made himself another drink. He sat across from her and gulped his drink. Samantha smiled and said, "Is that your new way for dealing with stress?" "I can think of worse ways. Anyway, stress isn't the problem, it's boredom." "Boredom? You can do whatever you want." "No, I can't. You won't let me work the one job I can get." Samantha laughed before saying, "So you're unhappy about being unemployed?" "Yes. I don't want to be around here," Tom retorted. "So you're doing something you don't want to do. Isn't that what being a man is all about? If you don't like it, we can make other arrangements." Beginning to feel the alcohol, Tom began to think about his wife's bedroom games. He wondered if this was all part of some role-play she wanted to experiment with. Tom asked, "Well, what do you have in mind?" "You'll see," Samantha said as she walked into the bathroom with her purse. Tom was a little surprised to see her carry it in with her. He never remembered her doing that at home. Tom heard her talking in the bathroom. He called out to her, but there was no answer. She came out a few minutes later and asked, "How are you feeling?" "When you're around, I feel great," Tom responded. "Good, I'll try to be around you more often," Samantha said with a smile as her employees made their way through the open garage door. Tom and Samantha continued to talk as her workers approached Tom from behind. He heard the footsteps and turned to see the two girls. He looked at Marie and Shauna. Marie was 5'1" with raven hair. Tom also found her to be a kind woman in his limited communications with her. Tom then looked over at Shauna. Shauna had red hair and stood 5'5". Every time Tom saw her she was wearing the same shade of red lipstick. Tom found her very pretty, but he knew she had a cruel streak. He said hello to them before his mind started to wander. Tom began to wonder if Samantha had taken his suggestion of a foursome seriously. However, he quickly realized he could not have been more wrong. Tom asked Samantha, "Why are they here?" "They're here to help me give you what you want." "Really?" Tom said as he raised his eyebrows. "Yes, they're going to help me feminize you." "What was that?" Tom asked as his eyes squinted. "We're going to feminize you." "Is that what it's called when four people are involved?" Tom asked. "What the hell are you talking about?" Samantha asked. Tom realized that he was mistaken about the reason behind their presence in his home. He asked, "What is feminization?" "We're going to make a woman out of you," Shauna responded. Tom's jaw dropped a little. He shook his head and said, "That's not possible." "Oh, really," Samantha answered. "Yes. I would never let that happen." "That's why I brought support, dear. Trust me, you need this." Samantha, Marie and Shauna descended upon Tom. Tom pivoted away from them and tried to run away. The girls got their hands on him. Tom pushed back at them, but they pinned him face down on the couch. Marie and Samantha were able to get his wrists in handcuffs. Tom shouts were turned into muffled protests once Shauna inserted a ball gag into his mouth. Tom was mortified and disturbed to find himself turned on by being manhandled by his wife and her employees. As Marie got off of him she noticed his excitement. Marie smiled at Samantha, who looked down at her husband and said, "Getting a little frisky, now, that you're helpless. Tom squealed and decided to put up a fight again. He rolled himself onto the floor and tried to stand but the girls kept him off balance. Marie and Shauna held him down while Samantha put a chair in the kitchen. She came back into the room with rope in her hands. Tom saw it and startled to shout into his ball gag. "That's right, mff, mff," Shauna mocked into his ear. Samantha came over and helped get him to his feet while he shook himself violently from side to side trying to free himself. They pulled him forward as he tried to freeze himself in place. As he locked his knees, Samantha cracked her hand across his ass. Tom jumped at the pain and fell forward, but the girls kept him upright. They pulled him closer to the chair as he tried to free himself. They pushed him onto the chair. Tom tried to force himself up, but Marie held him tight to the chair while Shauna jumped on his lap. Tom cringed as he knew his excitement was exposed again. Shauna smirked and said, "Happy to see me, Tom. You've got one horny damsel on your hands, Samantha." Samantha retorted, "I'm not shocked. He likes it when I'm on top." Tom shook his head and murmured into his ball gag in a futile protest to his wife's discussion of their sex life. Samantha came closer with the rope. She tied his legs to the chair as he tried in vain to keep them loose. Samantha went up his body and tied his waist and arms to the chair next. Finding himself unable to move more than a few inches, Tom began to give his wife pleading looks hoping for mercy. Instead Tom saw Samantha and her friends leave and return carrying in her free standing, full length mirror from their bedroom. They it set up across from him. Tom wondered what their plans were. He caught Samantha holding a pair of tweezers. He began to think back to what she said. 'She couldn't possible mean...' Tom thought as Samantha started to approach him. Tom began to realize what she meant. He started to shake his head and gave a muffled shout. Marie and Shauna took hold of the side of his head. They held it steady why Samantha started to pluck his eyebrows. Tom kept trying to shift his head. Shauna laughed and said, "If you screw up your eyebrow plucking, you'll end up with none at all. We'll have to paint them on." Tom cringed as he thought about women he knew with the fake eyebrows. That would be harder to explain than plucked ones. Tom thought about it and figured he could explain away his eyebrows as a fleeting brush with being a metro-sexual at his wife's bequest. He stopped fussing and let the girls thin his eyebrows. As the last hair was plucked, Samantha got of Tom's way and let him look into the mirror. He looked despondently at the narrow feminine arch his wife had left on his face. He knew that his planned explanation would be comical if spoken aloud. He wondered what else they were planning to do to him. Tom then caught a glimpse of the contents of Shauna's hands. It was a nail polish. Tom did not have long nails, but that apparently was not enough to stop the girls from deciding they needed to be painted baby pink. The girls took of his handcuffs and forced his hands in front of them. Tom gave resistance his best shot. He tried to keep his hands behind him, but the three women were able to pull his hands over his lap. Tom was handcuffed again and Shauna and Marie held his hands steady as Samantha applied the polish. Tom had mixed views of his wife's actions. He was despondent about what they were doing to him, but he was turned on by it. The girls could read the displeasure on his face, but they were equally aware of his evident excitement. Shauna spotted his erection and said to the others, "Look how much he's enjoying it. He must really want to be a girl." The girls laughed as Tom shook his head as vehemently as he could. However, even Tom did not buy his protests. They all knew he wanted it on some level, but Tom felt that any remaining shred of his masculinity depended on his resistance. The girls finished with his fingernails and turned their attention to his toes. They took off his shoes and socks. Tom knew that his toes would soon match his fingers. Tom thought about resisting it too, but he decided it was not worth his efforts. After all, he figured that he could always hide his toenails for a few weeks. He had a good number of closed toe shoes and sneakers. The girls noticed how he failed to protest his toenails being polished. His reaction confirmed that Samantha was right about him. After the girls finished with his nails, they let go of his legs. Tom looked around and saw that Samantha had walked away from him. He then saw her coming back towards him carrying a box of women's hair dye. He started to shake his head as the girls started to prepare the dye in front of him. He pulled his head from side to side as the girls tried to apply the dye to his shoulder length hair. He caught glimpses of them doing it in the mirror as he moved. He was turned on and angered by the situation. He hated being helpless, but it excited him on. A few minutes after they finished applying the dye, the girls removed the cuffs from his hands and forced his hands around his back again. Tom started to squirm as he realized his freedom might be at hand. The girls started to undo his ropes, but they quickly tied them around his body. Tom found his legs free of the chair, but tied to each other. His upper body was soon untied from the chair as well only to be retied to his feet. Tom could only squirm about. He could not stand on his own. The girls pulled him up onto his feet. Tom tried to move, but he realized the futility. He started to shake his head as the girls pushed his head into the sink. He knew that the dye had to come out, but that did not stop him from protesting. As the girls washed his hair, Tom was filled with a feeling of arousal. However, he knew that it was wrong. He tried to push his body up, but the girls had a secure hold on him. Tom kept thinking to himself that it had to be a dream. Tom figured, 'This can't be real. Why would my wife want me to be some sort of he-she?' The pain in his back, however, made Tom realize that this was no dream. The girls let him up and sat him back down on the chair. Tom saw the mess of wet hair behind his head, but he was unaware of the color shift. Samantha and Marie walked out of the room. Tom heard them doing something in the bathroom, but he could not figure out what. He looked for a means of escape, but Shauna was there to prevent whatever flight he could manage. Shauna would look up at him from time to time while she read the paper. Tom tried to get up, but he fell on his side. Shauna smiled as she looked down at him, "What's the matter Tom, don't you want to look pretty?" Tom screamed at her into his ball gag, resulting in a muffled sound that Shauna enjoyed. "Oh Tom, you don't like it? What are you going to do about it?" Tom face grew red as he tried to stand or crawl, but found himself doing nothing more than squirming about. He moved slightly towards her in an unfamiliar fashion. Shauna got up and pinned Tom to the floor. He tried to squirm forward, but was unable. Shauna enjoyed his frustration at being unable to move and said, "Your days of worming around are as gone as your masculinity, darling. So just lie down and enjoy the treatment." Her words brought forth a greater arousal in Tom, which shamed him terribly. Samantha and Marie walked back into the room and helped get Tom back onto his chair. Tom squirmed a bit as they started to cut his clothes off, but he stopped as he realized that his action might result in getting himself cut. The girls removed the shreds of his clothing and left him dressed in his white briefs and binds. Shauna laughed at Tom and said, "Nut huggers, huh. Well, now I know why you two never had any kids." Samantha gave Shauna a look that she recognized. Shauna knew that she took it too far, and she backed down. Tom felt the girls starting to untie his legs. As they became free, Tom kicked them about and tried to free himself, but this resulted in him being secured to the chair from the waste up. As he fought against his binds, he saw Samantha coming towards his legs with a pink bottle. A fluid was sprayed onto his legs. Tom looked at the foam that seemed to grow warmer as it was left on his skin. He started to try to wipe it off as it got hotter, but the girls beat him to it. They wiped the hair off his legs. Tom groaned into his gag as he saw the hair coming off so effortlessly. He was almost as humiliated by how girlish his legs looked as he was about the erection it was causing him. He saw Shauna walking around him. She would glance down, smirk at him and walk on. Shauna wanted to make fun of him, but she did not want to offend Samantha in the process, so she kept her lips sealed. The girls retied Tom's legs and applied the foam to his arms and then his chest, back and underarms. When they finished, Tom could not help but look in the mirror and notice how much he looked like an underdeveloped woman everywhere but around his groin. He blushed as he realized just how noticeable his shame inducing arousal was. With his arms still cuffed behind him, Samantha came over to him carrying breast forms. Tom tried to force himself up, but Shauna and Marie restrained him. Tom started to cry a little as the forms were glued to his chest. He looked in the mirror and felt he looked decidedly less like a man by their mere presence on his chest. He could not wait to be able to rip them off to show that he was still a man. The girls then undid his binds, but left him in his hand cuffs. He tried to runaway, but the girls forced him back into the living room. They pushed him face down onto the couch, while he whimpered into his ball gag. He wondered what else they could do to him. When Samantha came into the living room, the girls rolled him over to see the strapless corset they had gotten for him. Tom looked at it with thinly disguised lust. He wanted to wear it, but he was not prepared to let the girls no that. He put up a half-hearted show of resistance as the girls put the black, corset on him. They cinched the lace up back. He felt the tightening around his waist and felt a momentary shortness of breath. Samantha whispered into his ear, "Take small breaths." Tom wanted to lash out at her, but he feared what else they might do. They lead him into the bedroom and put him on the bed. Tom watched as the Marie and Shauna left the room. Tom motioned his head towards his wife as she closed the door behind her. Samantha told him to sit on the bed. Tom, hoping for a reprieve, complied. She told him to let her slip off his underwear. He got up and moved away from her. Samantha shook her head and said, "Trust me, Tom, this all for your own good. Don't move. If you don't let me do this, I'll have to bring the girls in here. Do you want them to all see your junk?" Tom sniffled and nodded. Tom let Samantha remove his underwear and replaced them with a pair of black cotton panties. Tom felt uncomfortable at how comfortable they felt on him. Samantha then took out a pair of stockings after she tucked away his penis. Tom stared vacantly at her as he felt a sensual feeling as she worked the stockings up his legs. She secured them to the garters of his corset before she went and got him a dress. Samantha helped him into the red halter dress. When she finished securing the strap, she sat him back on the bed. She picked up a pair of black, 3-inch pumps. She made Tom stick out his legs and put his feet into the heels. Samantha then walked over to the door and opened it. Shauna and Marie helped stand Tom up. He stumbled a bit as he walked out of the room, but the girls kept him up right. Tom knew there was no point in fighting anymore. The girls then started to apply makeup to Tom's face. Tom watched the subtle change it made on his face. He was amazed at how attractive he became to himself. He was genuinely turned on by his reflection. He was disturbed by this, but he could not help it. The girls removed his ball gag to do his lips. Finally free to speak, Tom shouted, "What the hell do you think you're doing? You can't do this to someone! I'm a man!" "We can't?" Shauna said with a smirk as she looked over the feminized man standing before her. Samantha pointed towards the mirror over her dresser and said, "Tom, it sure looks like we did it already." "I don't care what you have done. You had no right to do it. A guy can't go around looking like this," Tom said in a voice that was equal parts terse and pleading. Shauna retorted, "You're so right, Tom. Lucky for you you're not a guy or this would be embarrassing." Tom blushed and seemed ready to lash out at her. Samantha and Marie grabbed Tom. Samantha gave Shauna another harsh look, and Shauna closed her mouth in the interest of self preservation. Tom tried to fight back against them, but he was thrown back onto the bed. The girls pinned him face down. Tom managed to turn his head to the side and asked, "Why are you doing this to me?" Samantha responded, "Because you need it." "I need it? How could I need it?" "You're too stressed. This is the best treatment I can think of." "This is the best treatment you can think of? Humiliating me and making me look like some little pansy?" Samantha retorted, "You don't look like a sissy, Tom. You look a girl. You look better than many girls your age, but don't get full of yourself. You're not in any of our league." "That's because I'm a man!" Tom managed to scream. "Not anymore. You can be one in the future if you play along though." "I'm not playing along with nothing!" "I think you will, Tom. You're going to be working at my shop as one of the girls for a few days. We need another girl around now that Danielle has left." "I don't have the skills..." "You don't need any skills to replace her. She never picked up skills from me the way Shauna and Marie did. She just pressed the fabric and did the menial stuff." "I won't do it. You can't make me." "What are you five?" Shauna interjected. "No. No! No!" Tom shouted. Samantha shook her head and said, "Those tantrums aren't helping you, Tom. If you don't stop yelling, you're going to pay the price." "What else could you possibly do to me? Tell me! I want to know!" Samantha shouted to Marie get the gag. Tom turned his face away from Marie as she approached. Tom shook his head about, but Marie got the gag into his mouth. Tom shouted in vain into the gag. He made muffled sounds as he felt his wrists being cuffed again. Tom was stood up and led to the garage. He saw a van he did not recognize. Marie opened the back doors and the girls pushed him inside. Samantha and Shauna held him down as Marie walked towards the front of the van. He heard the garage door open and heard the van pull out. The van came to a stop. He could see the garage door closing through the back windows. The van then started moving again when Marie got back into the driver's seat. Tom lost track of the time as the girls kept him pinned to the van's side wall. He listened as Shauna and Samantha talked about a dress they were making and reality television shows. Tom was mildly entertained by their discussion despite his overall feeling of dread about what they were doing to him. The van pulled onto a bumpy stretch of road. Tom looked out the back windows and saw trees. The van came to a stop. Tom's mind raced as he wondered what they were planning to do to him. Tom's gag was removed. He asked in shaking voice, "Where are we?" "We are an hour away from our house," Samantha replied. "Where?" "Does it matter?" Samantha retorted. Tom paused and asked, "What are you going to do to me?" Samantha leaned back and smiled. She answered, "We're going to give you a choice. You can either accept what we've made out of you, or we can leave you here." "Leave me? Where are we?" "Again, it really doesn't matter. If you chose to be left here, we're going to give you a pocketbook and send you out the door." "You can't leave me here like this," Tom declared as his desperation grew. "Why not?" "Everyone will know what I am." "Trust me, they won't, doll," Shauna interjected. Marie got the pocketbook off of the passenger seat and tossed it back to Samantha. Tom looked at the large white, leather pocketbook. Samantha checked its contents and said, "If you choose to be left here, we'll give you a way back home. There's five dollars and 50 cents here. You can call me on my cell to pick you up when you're ready to accept what I have made of you." "I'll never accept it. I'm a man." "That'll be a fun protest. Tell that to every man you see out there," Shauna said with a devious smile. Tom grimaced at her and shook his head. Samantha added, "Of course, you could just walk home, but that'll take you forever. And those heels you're wearing, they're not made for long distance walking." Tom said, "I'll be killed if you leave me here. You know that. You know what guys think of guys like me." "Like you?" Samantha asked. "Dressed like me," Tom quickly clarified to the amused looks of Shauna and Samantha. Samantha smiled at Tom and said, "Then what's your choice, little lady." "Fuck off," Tom replied. Samantha's mile left her face as she retorted, "If you use language like that, I'll have to say you want to walk." "No, I don't...," Tom began to reply as the girls unlocked his handcuffs and started pushing him out the van's doors. Tom kept trying to climb towards the front, but the girls were overcoming his resistance. Tom was forced out of the van. He fell to the ground and looked up at the girls. He declared, "You can't do this." "Oh, we're doing it. When you're ready to give this a shot, call me to pick you up," Samantha answered. "I'll go to the cops!" Tom retorted. "Go ahead. Go tell the police that you were overpowered by girls, feminized and left in a park. I'm sure they won't be laughing about it or talking about you for years," Samantha answered as she and Shauna started to laugh. Tom put his head down as he saw the van's door close. He saw the van take off, and he was left to ponder his options. Tom stood up and dusted himself off. He started walking along the dirt road after a half mile he reached a hill. He climbed on top of it and looked down at the town before him at the edge of the woods. Tom realized where he was. He was in Macarthur Park and staring down at the town his wife had grown up in. Tom headed for the town as he began to feel a little pain in his feet. He looked at the ground and saw that it was dry. He stopped and took of his heels. He knew he would need them when he got to town so he realized he could not jettison them. He carried them in his right hand, off to his side like he had often seen his wife do. His white pocketbook hung from this shoulder and slapped at his dress covered left side. Tom reached the end of the road and paused before he stepped out of the park. He put on his heels as he sat on a tree stump out of sight of the sidewalk that lined the end of the park. He pondered his options as he rested. Tom knew he could not walk home despite his desire to. He knew that going to the police would hardly make matters better. Tom was afraid of what they would snicker about him, but he was more afraid of the local news getting wind of the story. Tom was not a prominent citizen by any means, but he knew slow news days were often led by the unusual stories the police were sometimes confronted with. Tom knew that his story was salacious enough for the press to run. He would be the laughingstock of his town if he went to the cops. Tom knew he had to get his wife to pick him up. He figured he could just lie to her and say he was willing to do it when he really was not. All he needed was a pay phone. However, Tom knew that he would have to wander through town to find one. There were not many public payphones around accept near the train stations. Tom knew there would no chance that he could hide himself completely. He had to trust that his wife and friends had really made him as convincing as he thought he was. He knew his outfit would attract looks, but he had to find a payphone. Tom walked out of the park and into public view. He walked across the street and towards the train station that was eight blocks down the road. Tom put his head down hoping that others would not pay any attention to him if he did so. It only served to attract more attention to him though. Tom knew it, and he put his head up. He walked down the street and passed crowds of people, but no one gave him a glance that would convey to him that they knew what he was. Tom glanced at the looks he got and realized that they were looks from women who were admiring his dress. He saw below average looking men around his age giving him lusty glances. Tom realized that he was passable. He made his way down the blocks with confidence until he saw a payphone a few blocks before the bar. Tom walked up to the payphone and opened his purse. He looked inside and saw the contents. He put his hand in searching for the quarters and found a g-string, tampons, makeup and birth control pills. He opened one of the smaller bags within the bag and found the coin purse. Tom put the two coins into the machine and called his wife's number. Samantha picked up and said, "Hello." "Samantha, I'm ready to come back," Tom said in a hushed voice. "Will you be a good girl for me?" "Yes." "Yes what?" "I'll be a good girl for you." "No more tantrums? You'll be on your best behavior?" "I'll be on my best behavior?" "Good. Where are you?" "I'm three blocks south of the Springfield train station. The street signs say I'm on Third and Amber. I'm in front of a business. Let me see if I see the sign. It's called Patty's Pub." "Patty's Pub?" "Yes." "Okay, I'll see you in an hour." Tom hung up the phone and saw a patron of the bar smoking by the door. The man smiled and said, "You're going to be a good girl?" Tom blushed and nodded. "That's a shame. The bad girls have all the fun." "I know," Tom said in a breathy voice. "You've kind of got a husky voice. A little like Angie Harmon," the man said. "Yes, I've been told that. I can't do much about it." "Why bother? It's sexy." Tom started to squirm as he realized that the balding, mustached man was coming on to him a little. The man said, "My name's Hank." Tom paused and replied, "Ellen." "Nice to meet you, Ellen." "Nice to meet you too." "Are you waiting for your husband?" "No. I'm not married." "No? Boyfriend?" "No, I don't have one. I'm waiting for my sister, actually." "I bet she's older if she made you promise to be a good girl." "Yes, she's an old bitch. Sorry for my language." "Don't be. I did a stint in the navy. I also got two sisters so I know how you girls can get with each other," Hank replied. Tom nodded in response. Hank added, "How long she going to be?" "An hour, she said." "An hour? Come inside with me." "No, that's all right." "No. Come on. I'll buy you a drink." Tom thought to himself, 'I could go for a drink.' Tom then replied, "Okay, I'll take you up on it." Hank nodded and opened the door for Tom. Tom replied, "Thank you." "You're welcome," Hank said before he moved ahead of Tom and led him to the bar. Hank pulled a stool away from the bar for Tom. Tom smiled and thanked him as he began to laugh to himself about what Hank would think if he knew the truth. Hank sat beside Tom and ordered himself a beer. He asked Tom what he wanted. Tom paused as he decided against a beer given the way he was dressed. He knew that drinks were not really prone to being men only, but he decided on a drink his wife favored. He ordered a vodka and cranberry. The bartender served them and got the payment from Hank. Hank then leaned towards Tom as Tom took his first sip. Hank said, "You look real pretty tonight. Where were you around here, if you're dressed up like that?" Tom smiled and said, "Thanks. I was out with some girlfriends." "Oh, where are they at?" "They went on the train back into the city." "Oh, good for them. Where are you from anyway?" "I'm an hour in the other direction. This was just convenient place for us to meet." Hank asked, "So what do you do?" "I work as a seamstress in my sister's shop," Tom lied. "That's cool. I'm a systems analyst in the city." "That sound like fun," Tom lied again. "It's not as good as it sounds to you, but it pays well." "That's better than my job." "Well, girls like you always get with guys to pay the bills." "I suppose," Tom said with a misleading smile. Hank read his expression and moved closer. Tom felt Hank's arm around his shoulder. He momentarily pulled back, but then leaned forward. Their faces were only a few inches apart as each took sips of their drinks. They kept talking and Tom realized that Hank was trying to sleep with him. Tom was not interested in it, but he liked playing the role of the desired catch. Tom had always been the pursuer; now, he found that he enjoyed being the pursued. Tom started to act like the girls that had teased him before he married Samantha. He crossed his legs to the sides and began to use his hands more when he talked. He batted his eyes and knew that his behavior was making Hank excited. Tom liked the power that came with the outward change in the appearance of his sex. That realization prompted him to excuse himself and go to the bathroom. Tom walked in with a smile on his face that left his face as he began to think about what he was doing. He went into the stall and sat down. He started to panic as he thought about his flirtation with Hank. He wondered, 'What does this mean? I'm not attracted to him. Why am I doing this?' Tom could hear women starting to talk as they waited to use the stall. He pretended to finish going to the bathroom and headed over to the sink. He washed his hands and looked at his face. He saw that his lipstick was starting to fade. He reached into his pocketbook and took it out. He put it on his lips the same way his wife had always done when she was getting ready. As Tom finished, he sharply pulled away from the mirror as he realized what he was doing. 'I can't be doing this on my own. How am I embracing this,' Tom thought to himself as he became more confused by his actions. As Tom walked out of the bathroom and back to the bar, he realized that he was more relaxed as a woman than he was as a man in public places. He began to think that his wife might be right. He sat beside Hank and finished his drink as Hank continued to try to seduce him. Tom smiled as Hank called him pretty. Tom replied with a polite lie, "You're cute." "Isn't this lovely. My dear, you've made a friend," Samantha said as she stood next to Tom. Hank looked at Tom as Tom's face fell white. Tom coughed before he said, "Hank, this is my sister, Samantha. Samantha, this is Hank." "Pleasure," Samantha said. "Nice to meet you," Hank replied as he became anxious that her presence meant that all his words were going to meet a familiar end. "We have to get going, dear. Say goodbye to your little friend." "Can I see you again, Ellen?" Hank asked. "Ellen?" Samantha said with unguarded surprise in her voice. Tom smiled at Hank and said, "Give me your number." Hank anxiously wrote it down on a napkin and gave it Tom. Tom put it in his purse, before he leaned in and gave Hank a kiss on the cheek. Tom smiled at him before Tom realized he left the imprint of his lips on Hank's face. Samantha smirked at Hank and said, "My girl left you a little lipstick reminder." Hank smiled back at her before Samantha and Tom headed out the door. Tom headed into the passenger side seat of Samantha's car. Samantha joined him in the car and stared at him as he swiftly pulled off his heels and started to massage his calves and feet. Samantha pulled the car out of the parking spot and started driving home. She periodically looked at Tom inquisitively. After the seventh time, Tom finally asked, "What?" "Are you serious?" "What do you mean?" "What do I mean? You give me a hard time about what I turned you into, and then you go out, flirt with a guy in a bar and get his number." "Okay, I see your point. I don't know what came over me. I just like being a cock tease I guess." Samantha smirked and said, "Then you'll fit in with Shauna and Marie. I'll have three little teases running around my shop." Tom blushed and nodded. Tom realized that his lie that he was ready to accept her terms was not a lie. He enjoyed his feminization. It felt good. He felt good for the first time in two years. He was ready to give Samantha's way a chance. After Samantha pulled into the garage and closed the door behind her, she asked Tom before he exited the car, "You're not actually going to call him?" Tom read the worry in her eyes. After all she did to him, even after he realized it was for the best, Tom decided to play with her. He answered, "I'm on the fence about it." Samantha looked at him with a confused look frozen on her face before he stepped out of the car. Tom walked into the kitchen and started to make himself a sandwich. Samantha came in looking a bit unnerved at what she created. Tom looked at Samantha and said, "Could you get me the mustard, Samantha?" Samantha complied in silence as she watched her husband making his sandwich. He took hold of the newspaper and sat down with his sandwich. He opened to the gossip section and started to eat. He knew that his wife was watching his every move so he deliberately acted more girly. He giggled at some of the news and crossed his legs to the side. Samantha looked at him with unease, as she was unsure if she had transformed him more than she wanted to or whether he was trying to manipulate her. Tom finished eating and carried his plate to the sink in one hand while his other went from side to side in front of him with a limp wrist. Samantha realized that he was doing it intentionally when she caught him smiling at her. She walked over to him and French kissed him. Tom kissed back conforming to her that he still found her attractive. She reached between his legs and found another reassuring sign. Tom smiled at her and followed her into the living room. They exchanged periodic lusty glances as they watched the shop girls' favorite television programming. Tom watched and was brought up to speed by Samantha. They then went to their bedroom. Tom knew from how Samantha dressed herself for bed there was no chance of sex. He asked her, "Samantha it's Tuesday. It's our night." Samantha laughed and said, "No. It's me and Tom's night. Our night is every other one." Tom smiled at the promise of increased sex and asked, "What should I wear to bed? I don't have any clothes...." "Oh, yes you do. Me and the girls put a new wardrobe in your closet." Tom walked over to his closet and looked at the female clothing and shoes. Samantha said, "I would check your dresser if I was you." Tom nodded and headed for his dresser. He found a green and black trimmed satin and lace chemise in his top drawer. Samantha smiled and said, "That's for tomorrow. Go to the next drawer." Tom complied and found a violet, satin camisole top and matching pants. He disrobed of everything but his panties and corset and put them on. He felt strangely comfortable in them. They felt better to him than anything he had ever worn. He slipped into bed and put his arm around his wife. Samantha nestled close to Tom's side before they both fell asleep. When Tom awoke the following morning, he noticed that Samantha was already out of the bed. He walked into the kitchen and saw her cooking eggs. They ate together before they each showered and got ready for their day. Tom exited the shower and walked into his bedroom. Samantha was dressed and waiting for him. She handed him a pocketbook filled with makeup, his wallet and a change of pantyhose. She told him what to wear for his first day of work. Tom found himself willing to wear what she picked out for him. He dressed in a tiered, knee length, black and white, leaf print dress. He then put on a white short sleeve top with a lace design over it Tom went into the bathroom with Samantha and took out the makeup and put it on the counter. He dried and brushed out his hair as Samantha brushed out hers. When he finished, he noticed that Samantha was starting to put on her makeup. Tom did his makeup as Samantha continued to do hers. Samantha instructed him how to do his mascara and blush. Tom followed her advice carefully since feared looking like a clown. Tom finished with his pink lip gloss before he put the make up back into his white purse. He walked out and grabbed the pair of black, leather 1? stacked heels with a Mary Jane snap that Samantha had left out for him. He carried them towards the door and saw Samantha close behind him. Before she walked out the door with him, Samantha felt it was important to explain where he stood in the shop. "Before we do this, Ellen, I need you to know a few things." "Ellen?" Tom asked. "That's what you named yourself. Don't blame me or your mom. The girls and I can't be going around calling you Tom. Well, we could, but it would kind of be complicated." "More complicated than this is already," Tom retorted with a smile as he pointed at his womanish looking body. Samantha nodded slowly before saying, "Somehow, yes. I just need you to know that although all the girls call me by my first name, that doesn't they can speak to me anyway they want. Marie and Shauna respect me. I've taught them a lot about this business. I expect the same level of respect from you. It's not like it's any extreme formalities. We are relaxed at the shop. There are just lines that aren't crossed though." "Lines?" "Yes, like don't undermine me in front of customers. That means no questioning me or back talking to me while they're present. If you have something to say to me, you hash it out with me in private. Is that understood?" "Yes, Samantha." "All right then. Now, there's just one other little thing. You're going to be paid less than Marie and Shauna." "Why?" "Isn't it obvious to you? Well, if it's not, it will be soon enough. You'll realize it quick, but to clue you in, it's because they're more skilled than you. I have trained these girls. They know how to make proper cuts. They know how to sew and embroider. They can do it with all different types of fabric. You'll only be making about half what they make because you only know how to iron and can help out on the little unskilled things that need to be done around the shop." Tom nodded and understood why he would not make as much as his coworkers. He accepted it and opened the door for Samantha. Samantha and Tom walked into the garage. The two of them got into Samantha's car. They pulled out of the garage and drove down the street. Samantha steered them towards her shop. She parked in the lot and unlocked the shop's door. She brought Tom inside the shop. Samantha showed him around the shop. She explained how the shop operated. She was the face of the business. She did most of the talking with the woman who came in looking to have a dress made or altered. Samantha explained to Tom about the methods that measurements entailed, trial garments and how multiple fittings were often required to get a dress just right. Tom nodded as he listened to his wife. Samantha told him that seamstresses will eventually learn how to do all the tasks involved. She told him that she had already taught Shauna and Marie everything she knew. She taught them how to create their own sewing patterns and work with various types of fabric. They learned how to mend and embroider from her. Samantha explained that that was the reason they commanded far more pay than she was willing to give to Tom. Tom nodded and accepted that his lack of experience and knowledge was sufficient justification for him not to question Samantha about how she conducted her shop. Samantha continued that the shop had four main positions. Tom listened as she explained that the first was where the fabric was cut and prepared for sewing. The second position worker would start the sewing before sending it to the third where ironing of the fabric would occur before the sewing was complete. After a piece was finished being sewed, the finishing parts like buttons and button holes would be added by hand. Tom was told that he was only permitted to do the ironing at this point. However, Samantha assured him that before the week was out, she would teach him how to make proper cuts and let him work the first position. Samantha called Marie over and showed Tom how they took measurements. Tom watched her intently as helped Samantha measure Marie. Tom was happy to learn how to do it. With Tom's introductory lesson complete, the shop started to operate. They were making a custom dress for a customer. Tom was stationed at the ironing board. Tom had a good deal of experience with the iron because his wife had purchased the same one for their home. Tom turned it on and saw the shop starting up. He watched the cutting by Marie and the initial sewing by Shauna. Finally a piece made it to him. Tom pressed the item and ironed it in a manner that Samantha instructed. When he finished, he turned it back over to Shauna so she could continue sewing it. Tom looked at Marie and saw her taking a piece she cut over to another sewing machine. She was preparing to sew herself. Tom watched her as she worked on the fabric. He tried to pick up on how the stitching was done so neatly and precisely. Marie handed the partially sown piece to him, and Tom ironed it. He handed it back to Marie as he heard someone enter the shop. Samantha was walking around in the front and talking to the customer. Samantha called out to Tom, "Ellen, can you come out here?" Tom walked out to the front and saw the middle aged woman. She was dressed in a body hugging dress Tom felt was made for younger women, but he held his tongue. Tom listened as his wife talked with the woman. She wanted something specially made for a dinner party she was holding. She requested a long-sleeved, belted dress. She wanted a jeweled neckline and a wide belt at the waist with a tied bow. Samantha brought her over to examine the fabrics she had in stock to make the dress. The woman perused the colors and the fabric before Samantha said she could order different types and colors if she wanted. The woman asked to see samples of those fabrics. She looked them over and selected one. Tom leaned up against the wall as Samantha brought the woman towards a full length mirror. She started to measure the woman. After measurements of her hips and bust were taken, Samantha called Tom over to assist her. Tom helped Samantha measure the length the customer wanted and her waist. They then measured her arms for the sleeve length. Tom then gave the tape back to his wife and stood up. As Samantha finished up the final details with the woman, Tom headed into the back of the shop to catch up on his ironing. As Tom ironed, he would occasionally look up to see what the girls were up to. He noticed that they were not just working on dresses. They were working on coats and women's suits. Marie was also working on a blouse. As lunch time approached, the girls phoned in their orders to a Chinese restaurant two blocks down. Tom was unsurprised to find that he was tasked with picking it up given that he was by far the least skilled. Tom walked down the street and looked up at the Main Street buildings. Most dated to the years immediately after World War Two. Tom remembered how deserted the area had been before the town reconfigured the area to try to resurrect it. Tom walked into the small restaurant and went to their take out window. He paid the elderly woman behind the counter and carried the bags down the two blocks. Tom brought the bags into the shop and walked into the back room. The girls finished what they were doing as Tom and Samantha unloaded the bags onto a small table that had four chairs underneath it. Samantha told Tom where she kept their paper plates and napkins. Tom got them and brought them to the table. He then went into the miniature-refrigerator and took out four bottles of water as Samantha instructed. Tom joined the girls at the table and they started to chat as they ate. Marie asked, "Ellen, how are you enjoying your first day?" "It's good so far. I like it." "That's good," Samantha interjected. "Do you think Samantha was right, now?" Marie asked. Tom answered, "Yes, I have to say she was right about this." "How come you never thought of it?" Shauna asked with a smile. Tom shrugged and said, "Men don't think about doing this kind of thing." "But yet you accept it, hell, even enjoy it," Shauna said as her smile morphed into a smirk. Tom glared at her and said, "Yes, I do." Marie changed the subject. She started to talk about the television show Tom watched with Samantha the night before. Tom and the girls conversed on the various things that occurred on the show. Tom enjoyed the conversation with the women, who he found to be funny. The topic then shifted to Marie's husband. She complained, "He never does anything around the house. He's a lump." Tom responded, "I was never like that." "I'm sure you weren't," Shauna said with a laugh. Tom titled his head to the side before Samantha added, "Yes, Ellen, is very good around the house. She always helps me out." Shauna smiled and said, "That's what I need. I need a wife around the home." Marie nodded and said, "That would be nice. I wouldn't have to deal with football season too." "Yes, men can be obsessed with balls. That's why I try not to deal with them," Shauna added. "Men are good for some things," Samantha declared. "They're good for one thing," Shauna countered. Marie smiled and said, "Ellen, you might know this. Are men good for more than one thing?" "Well, some men are, but I suppose some men aren't even good at the one thing." Shauna nodded and said, "I've had my encounters with them." Tom laughed, momentarily forgetting that he was a man beneath his clothes. His laughter stopped as he remembered what he really was. Tom realized that he was falling into the same womanish mindset he had experienced the day before with Hank. Tom tried to put it out of mind and accept that he could think that way. As the conversation continued, Tom began to feel that his place was at the table with the women. He came to conclude that all his stress and boredom seemed to be in the past as he worked and talked with the women. After lunch, Tom ironed some more pieces before he got a chance to really watch the girls work in detail. He saw Samantha putting patterns onto the fabric. He watched as Marie was adding harder fabric to a dress to give it more body and shape. Tom watched as Shauna made a dress come completely together before Samantha added the trim and hemmed it. Tom was given the dress to give it a final pressing before the woman was called in to pick it up. Other women came in that day to try on dresses that were being specially made for them. Samantha insisted upon it as a way to make sure the dresses would fit before they were completed. Tom was excited to assist Samantha in doing it. Tom found himself at ease helping her. He liked what he was doing. Another woman came in shortly after that with her grandmother's gown. She asked Samantha to make alterations to it to redesign the gown for her use. Samantha examined the fabric and said it was possible. The woman told her what she wanted done. Samantha nodded and said that she could do it. She gave the woman a price. Tom watched his wife negotiate with the woman and explain her pricing. After a little conversation, Tom was helping Samantha take the woman's measurements. After pressing a few more garments, Tom got to take instruction on sewing from Marie. He was given imperfect fabric that was left over to work with. Marie stood over him as he sat at her sewing machine. Tom was shown how to start the machine and operate it. Marie had him starting and stopping many times as she corrected his form. Tom was eager to learn so he accepted her every criticism and correction in a good measure. When she complemented his stitching, Tom felt unabashed pride. He enjoyed it. As the workday ended, Tom said goodbye to Marie and Shauna. Samantha locked up the shop and they headed to a diner for dinner. They walked into the retro diner and were seated at a booth. They each gave their orders before they started talking. Samantha asked Tom, "Did you enjoy yourself today?" "Yes. I did. I'm a little surprised to say it. You were so right. I'm sorry I gave you a hard time about this." "Don't worry about it. It was how the world programmed you." "You're telling me. They never told me how much fun this could be." "Well, that would run counter to what they expect of you." "Well, what do you expect of me?" Tom asked his wife. Samantha titled her head down and looked up into his eyes before she said, "I expect kindness, love and tenderness." "That's not asking a lot." "I'm aware, but it's enough." Tom smiled at before he asked, "How do you think I did today?" "You did well. All that ironing I asked you to do over the years really paid off. You fit in well too. I was a little surprised about that." "Why?" Tom asked. "You know. You're not really like us. Well, I guess I should rephrase that because I guess it's not true, but you didn't used to be like us." "I know, but the change feels kind of good." Samantha grinned and said, "So, I'll take it that I won't be restarting my search for an applicant?" "You bet." "You're staying?" Samantha asked for clarification. "I'm staying."