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Mother-in-Law By Cheryl Lynn Paul Wimple's life was going nowhere. He just graduated from collage with a degree in history. He was slight of build, had brown eyes and brown hair hanging slightly past his collar. He wasn't smart enough to be a nerd and with his scrawny looks seldom ever had a date in all of his twenty-three years of life. Raised by a doting mother, he was a momma's boy. His mother's influence was probably the cause for him dating then marrying Ethel Primrose, the senior librarian at his collage. They had met when he requested her help in finding a particular research book. She was his height of five foot eight, was a very plump woman and fifteen years his senior. She was very much like his mother in many respects with her full figure and maturity. She dressed like his mother, usually a skirt and semi-transparent frilly blouse with sensible heels. Ethel smelled like his mother, a hint of baby powder with an overlapping aroma of lilacs. Another thing that attracted him to Ethel was her foundation garments. Paul had a fascination with his mother's heavy utilitarian bras and girdles. He could see through her blouses that Ethel wore the very same type of bras and from the smell of baby powder, knew she was wearing a girdle. He was too timid to actually ask her out but very attracted to her. He longed to snuggle his head between her large DD breasts as he use to do with his mother and let all his cares evaporate. As he had no social life, he spent much of his time in the library. At first it was just a casual wave of greeting but as time went on Ethel began to feel a bit sorry for him so began talking with him. It was, at first, simple conversation asking how his day was going but over time she got him to open up about his life. She felt sorry for him the more she learned about Paul and started giving him hugs and brief kisses to the cheek. Over his two years of going to the library, their relationship grew. Then at the beginning of the Thanksgiving holidays when she found out he had no where to go, they became much closer. His mother had passed away the previous year when he was a sophomore, so she invited him to dinner with her mother. Paul had a delightful time over Thanksgiving dinner with Ethel and her sixty-four year old mother. The home cooked food brought back many fond memories of his mother. The fact that Ethel hovered over him, just like his own mother had, made this meal the most enjoyable he had had in over a year. The only draw back was Ethel's mother, Edna. They were almost carbon copies of one another but Edna had a mean streak and very bossy. He was preparing to leave when he received his first kiss from someone not his mother and it was on the lips too. Ethel had walked him to the door and with his arms stuck in his coat sleeves, she kissed him. The kiss broke with them both blushing profusely. "I'm sorry Paul, I don't know what came over me," she apologized. "Oh no, Ethel, I....I...tha...that was my first kiss an,,,and it was wonderful," he stammered in reply. "Your very first kiss?" she gasped. "Ye....yes...well with a real....real girl..errrr...I mean with someone not related to me," he answered blushing bright red. From that point on they began dating. The dates were always chaste ending with a hug and kiss at the front door. A lot of their dates were spent at her mother's house which they shared. It was a simple wood frame three bedroom two bath house built in the early fifties on a small wooded lot with a white picket fence. She would invite him over to dinner and then sit on the couch watching television. Edna would always be sitting in her rocker working on some sewing or crocheting nearby. As those dinner dates became more common, Edna would become more bossy and demanding. "Paul, don't just sit there. When you first came here you were a guest but Ethel tells me you're more like family, so get up and help Ethel clean up the dishes. Here, put on this apron so you don't get your clothing messed," she ordered handing him a white organza lace frilled apron. He felt like a fool wearing that frilly apron but didn't dare challenge her on it. A couple of weeks later she handed him some other things to wear while helping Ethel, a white with pink lace edged mop cap and pink rubber gloves. Again he didn't have the gumption to argue with her. Ethel complained that his help wasn't needed but Edna's insistence stopped her as well. After that, Paul would automatically get up, put on his apron, mop cap, and rubber gloves without complaint after each meal. "What a puss, Ethel that poor excuse of a man is beneath you. He's young enough to be your own son for goodness sakes. What you see in him I will never understand," Edna said one night after he left. "Momma, I know he's young but I really care for him. Look I'm thirty-eight years old and I want a baby. You know as well as I do my chances of ever getting married are slim and none. Paul really cares for me and I don't care what you think. If he asks me, I'm going to marry him," she replied breaking out in sobs. Ooo So here we are back in the present. Paul is married, living with his mother-in-law and obtained employment as a junior high history teacher. His home life was only marred by the presents of Edna. With their marriage, she had become even more bossy and demanding. Now it was Paul who primarily cooked all the meals since he got home long before Ethel. He was also the one who did most of the house work. The first thing he did upon arriving at the house was take off his jacket and tie replacing them with a frilly apron and lace edged mop cap. For housework he wore cotton pinafore styled aprons with lots of ruffles and fancy embroidered bibs. For cooking he wore organza or chiffon aprons with lace hemming and bright bows tying in elaborate bows in the back. Even his mop caps became frillier with colorful floral lace detailing, all the embroidery and lace additions where thanks to Edna's sewing skills which she used to further humiliate him. Of all his chores, he didn't mind doing the laundry as it gave him a chance to hand wash their intimates. He was very careful not to let Edna catch him when he sniffed his wife's panties or ran his hands over her eighteen hour bras and open bottomed girdles. He justified what he was doing by telling himself that he was a young man with needs. In fact, he was getting sex once a week. Right after they were married and before he landed his job, he moved into the Primrose house. Edna made him take the smallest bedroom in the house. He protested that as man and wife they should share the same room but Edna put up such a fuss, ranting and raving that he backed down. Unfortunately, Ethel was brought up like Paul and could never disobey her mother. When Edna said that once the consummation was finished that having sex once a month would be all that she would tolerate, Ethel did balk. She wanted a baby as soon as possible and knew that it would be hard for her at her age to conceive. "Mommy, I want a baby and having intercourse only once a month is not going to do it. I won't stand for it," she argued. "Ethel, baby, getting married doesn't mean you can become a harlot. I think once a month is sufficient to perform your wifely responsibilities. However since you want a baby so bad, I will allow you once a week but that's all. This is still my house and you both will do what I say or move out," she retorted. Paul found it hard to believe that Ethel would do what her mother demanded but went along with it. "With the both of us working, we'll be able to get our own place in six or seven months then no more of Edna's shit. I can sleep with my wife, no more of these fucking aprons and no more Edna," he thought as he agreed to the demands. After six months living under Edna's roof and strict rules, they found a nice house. A small brick three bedroom in a safe but declining neighborhood that stretched their finances but it was theirs. Both were relieved to start having regular sex. Paul was happy so didn't argue when she told him that he would still have to perform the housekeeping and cooking chores. With their finances stretched to the limit, meals were mostly potatoes, rice and pasta dishes. The only time they went out to dinner was their every Sunday lunch at Edna's. As a result, Paul's waist line and butt were getting bigger and bigger. One Sunday over lunch Ethel was complaining about having to buy Paul new pants and how tight their budget was. Edna perked up her ears hearing that and with a sneer said, "Baby just give the little puss one of your older girdles. There's a whole bunch of boxes of your stuff in the attic and closet that he should be able to wear. A girdle should tuck in his tummy and pull in his ass enough to get more use out of his slacks." Edna's logic made sense to Ethel and that very evening had Paul trying on some of her older girdles. Of course Paul vehemently opposed the idea stating that men didn't were such garments. Edna told him to either wear the girdles or they could move back in with mother. The threat of having to move back in with Edna made him reach for the first girdle. It was white nylon/spandex, open bottom with a high floral elastic waist. Two bright white satin stripes crossed over the tummy for better control with attached garter tabs. Of course the girdle wouldn't go over his boxers without painfully bunching them up. To solve that problem she gave him a pair of her smallest nylon Bali briefs. They were a translucent white with small lace inserts at each hip. He complained again, saying that he was a man and men don't wear panties. She surprised him when she angrily spat, "Paul with that pathetic little dick of yours you're not much of a man. You can't perform enough to get me pregnant. I want a baby and so far you haven't given me one. Now stop your complaining and put those panties and girdle on. When you manage to get me with child then we can do something about getting you your pants back. Here, use some of this baby powder to sprinkle inside your girdle, it will help." Paul felt like a fool standing before his obviously mad wife in a pair of panties struggling to pull the girdle over his hips. "I like touching her things but wearing them? No, I don't like this one bit but she's so mad right now I'd better listen to her. I can't help it if our stomachs are so big that it's hard to make the connection. Shit, I wouldn't mind having a baby either to carry on my name but sometimes it isn't easy," he thought as the tight girdle snapped around his waist. The crotch of the girdle pulled painfully at his male bits and he reached in and tucked his penis down between his legs hoping for a better feel. "Here put these on. I'll show you how and I don't want to hear any complaints. Hose are needed to keep the girdle's bottom from riding up," she ordered as she rolled one of the stockings into a donut. When he sat to pull up the hose, he felt a painful pop as his testicles were forced back up inside. "Damn!" he yelped. "Paul you know I can't stand the use of curse words. No more of that and pay attention. You need to know how to roll up your stockings properly. I'm not going to be doing it for you and woe unto you if you put a run in them," she firmly stated. With the girdle and hose on, his old slacks actually fit a bit loosely around his waist. The girdle pulled his butt in but separated his ass cheeks making them look rounder. "See mother was right. That girdle has made your slacks fit much better. I bet we can get three or four months more wear out of them now. Okay, let's go through this old box of mine and find you some more girdles and panties in that size," she stated. By the time they had gone through the entire box Paul had six girdles, two in black, one red, one yellow, one baby blue and another pair of white ones. She also found him a dozen pairs of Bali full brief cut panties in white, candle glow and black. There were still a number of pieces of lingerie in the box by the time they were finished. Ethel had him put the box in his closet in case they would need the larger sizes in the future. He was still blushing when they went to bed that night. After Ethel's demeaning comments about his abilities, he tried his best not to ejaculate prematurely like he usually did. Paul had a hard time the next day when he left for school. He was wearing a very tight and uncomfortable black girdle, hose and panties under his dark slacks. He was so self-conscious about it that instead of walking around in his class lecturing which made him comfortable and confident he sat behind his desk. As a result of the distraction and sitting, his usually smooth lecture was filled with hemming and hawing caused by his nervousness. Over time this affected his classes' grades plus the stress made him eat even more. The principal had called him into his office on more than one occasion to discuss the falling grade point averages. Walking out of his latest meeting with the principal, Paul fumed silently in his head, "How can I tell Mr. McClendon that Ethel is making me wear girdles and panties. I've already heard enough giggles and snide comments about the weight gain. I don't need to add that to my problems. If only I could get her to let me buy new clothing I wouldn't be in this fix. Every time I bring it up, she bitches that I can't get her pregnant and until I do, I can forget about new pants. Now she's set me up to see a doctor about my problem. Shit, what makes her think I've got a problem?" A month later he was called into Mr. McClendon's office. From the way he was summoned into the office he knew that it was probably more bad news. Last Friday the doctor told him his wife's inability to conceive was due to his low sperm count. He also had a high estrogen level which was contributing to his inability to conceive. "Paul while the hormone level isn't off the charts, it's something to be concerned about. Are you taking any kind of supplements or hormones that you haven't told me about? No, well, certain body washes, teas and food contain high levels of organic estrogen that could be affecting your system. Especially body gels and washes containing green tea tree oils and such have been shown to cause unusual breast growth in children. Teas and other organic products, like black cohosh tea, elevate estrogen levels. Those hormone levels are one of the reasons you're developing a nice set of man boobs. I am reluctant to give you testosterone injections to offset this at the moment. The side effects can be dangerous, so watch what you eat and, if nothing else, drop some weight and exercise. You're over two hundred pounds and that certainly isn't helping," the doctor had told him. If he had told the doctor that he was wearing a tight girdle every day that forced his testicles up back inside and how hot they were, things might have gone differently for him. He had worn a pair of grey fleece sweat pants and school jersey to that appointment. Paul had borrowed Edith's loose fitting clothing for that office visit. He went commando guessing he would have to drop his underwear anyway. When he told her what the doctor said she hit the ceiling and kicked him out of their bedroom for two days. "I got married to have a baby. The least you could do is give me one and now....and now the doctor says you can't do it. What am I supposed to do now? Huh? If I have to, I'll find a real man or check into a fertility clinic and get one implanted you worthless piece of shit. Mother was right! You're a worthless little man. Ha! If she only knew how damn little, now get out of my room. I don't want to be around you," she screamed crying her eyes out. He left the principal's office even more dejected and morose. His teaching contract would not be renewed at the end of the semester. Additionally he was told that his bad evaluations would probably make it very difficult for him to get another teaching position. "I'm very sorry Paul but maybe you can try in another state. I hear that the State Department is looking for teachers to send overseas. Maybe you should try there," Mr. McClendon had said. Paul knew what he meant by that State Department reference. It meant that no school district would consider hiring him. "I don't have any other career. All I ever wanted to do was teach history. I can't go anywhere now that I'm married and Ethel has over twenty years working at the college. She'd never consent to move so close to retirement. I'm doomed. If she was mad at the doctor's report, I don't know how she's going react when I give her this news," he thought dejectedly. That had taken place more than two months ago and Paul was still paying the price. Ethel was so mad he had to move into the guest room for a month before she let him back into their bed. Even then, their relationship was cool. Now that the school term was coming to an end, their problems escalated. Without a job they could no longer afford to pay the mortgage. He had sent out hundred's of resumes during that time and didn't even get a response from the State Department. With no other choice they had to put the house up for sale. The only good thing to happen was that the house sold quickly and didn't lose that much money. In the meantime, the stress was making Paul eat more and sleep less. He gained another thirty pounds with most of that weight going to his chest and butt. His changing body only intensified his stress and embarrassment which made him eat even more. He was now wearing the same size girdle as his wife and his man boobs had gotten so big that it was becoming almost impossible to hide them. Other than having smaller breasts than his wife's DD's, he was almost her same size and build. During the final days of his teaching career, he had to resort to wearing his wife's slacks and some of her plainer looking blouses. It was her suggestion to bind his breasts. That was uncomfortable but it worked. His wife was a stickler for pinching pennies and considering their situation, refused to give him money for new clothing or a hair cut. "Paul, you've lost your job and my paycheck will not cover the mortgage much less getting you new clothing. As it is we will have to move back in with mother. We need every penny considering your future prospects of finding work. I have some perfectly good clothing that's not overly feminine that you can wear until our finances stabilize. So until then, you will wear what I give you or...or you can leave. I'm at my wits end and don't know how much more I can put up with. While I don't believe in divorce, I....I think if you leave....I won't stop you," she tearfully said. "What? I can't leave you! Where would I go? How would I live?" he replied shocked. His reply was not the one his wife expected. She expected him to declare his undying love not the selfish response he had given. "Why you ingrate, here I'm doing my best to keep everything together and all you can think about is yourself. Mother was absolutely right. I most certainly married beneath myself. You miserable little worm, you can't even give me the child I so desperately want or satisfy my physical needs. I've put up with your shit for a year and all you can think of is yourself. Well mister, I'm taking mother's advice. No, I'm not going to divorce you like she wants but you are going to pay for your insensitivity," she thought fuming. She couldn't remember the last time she had been so mad. Ooo On June 1st they moved back into Edna's house. Again, he was given the small guest room for his own, Edna's house, Edna's rules. With the current state of his marital relations, he didn't object. He tried to argue when he was handed his apron, mop cap and rubber gloves but to no avail. With school over, he was stuck in the house with Edna. She was a firm believer that idle hands were the devil's workshop. So Paul found himself doing all the household chores. From sunup until sundown, he performed his chores under the harsh direction of his mother-in-law. That next morning as Edna watched Paul doing the morning dishes, she examined him closely. "What a poor excuse of a man. I told my baby not to marry him and that no good would come of it. Well now she knows that I was right. Too damn bad she won't divorce him. Said she'd only do that if he left her. Well too damn bad. I'll make things so hard for him here that he will leave. Just look at him, hair down well below his collar and those boobs of his are crying out for a bra. If they knew I put my estrogen pills in his food every Sunday, my Ethel would be really mad but I'll be damned if she gets pregnant by him. Those pink slacks of Ethel's almost make him look like a girl from the back. That's it! Let's see how long it takes that little prick to leave once I get started on him. If this doesn't work, then Ethel will surely leave him," she devilishly thought as he finished wiping down the counter tops. "Paul you come with me. I'm sick of watching those man boobs of yours swaying every which way. I won't have it. It's indecent!" she snapped. "Wha....what do you mean Momma?" he replied shocked. He was painfully aware of his man boobs. It seemed they were always interfering with his upper body movements and if he bumped into something, they hurt like hell. "You heard me, come along and I'll get something to fix your problem," she demanded. He meekly followed her into her bedroom where she told him to strip to the waist. Paul blushed profusely but seeing the look on her determined face did as ordered. With his shirt off, she quickly placed a cloth measuring tape around his chest taking measurements. He was utterly confused as she left the room. When she returned his face went from crimson to ashen white. Dangling from her hand was a dozen bras. "Here these are your size. Now put this one on and let me see how it fits. Nothing worse than an ill fitting bra," she stated handing him a black Playtex cross your heart bra. "Momma, you can't be serious?" he said in shock. Since his marriage, she demanded that he call her momma. "You either put this on or pack up and leave. I don't really care which you chose but chose you will," she angrily replied. Forty-five minutes later a very humbled Paul was back mopping the kitchen floor wearing his new "B" cup bra. The black bra was a match for the girdle he was wearing as you could faintly see it through the pink slacks. He had spent over thirty minutes just learning how to fasten the four hook and eye closure and adjusting the shoulder straps. Due to his increased weight, he had to hook it in front then pull it into proper position behind his back. He had never been as embarrassed as when he had to bend over and tuck his man boobs into the cups of the bra. As he stood before the mirror replacing his white cotton blouse, he could easily see the bra's outline as his flesh overlapped the band at his sides. The blouse fit much better now that the bra supported his boobs. Ethel had a good laugh when she came home and told him that it was an improvement before heading to her room to change. Later he tried to argue with her about what her mother had made him do. She was a bit sympathetic but in the end agreed with her mother's decision. "Paul, you know the rules. If you don't like them leave," she replied getting tired of his whining. "If you can't stand up to mother then why should I have to do it for you? Show some balls for a change," she thought. Edna was upset that Paul had actually gone along with her demand that he wear a bra. "That snit, I thought for sure when I handed him that bra he would have had the courage to tell me to go to hell and leave but he didn't. If he had done that he would have gotten some respect. Well, if that didn't get him to pack up then maybe tomorrow he'll change his mind," she thought. The next morning after Ethel left for work, Edna was again inspecting her worthless son-in-law. He was wearing a pair of Ethel's old white stretch polyester pants with flare cuffs, the imprint of a white girdle obvious along with that of his white bra under a pale pink with floral overlay blouse. He was also wearing a pink organza ruffled apron, white mop cap with pink lace trim and pink rubber gloves waxing the dining room table. "Paul follow me, I'm tired of looking at that unruly mop of hair. It needs the split ends trimmed," she stated. Meekly he followed her into the kitchen where she had him sit at the table. "Wait here I need to get a few things before I start, and take off that cap," she ordered. For his part Paul wasn't sure how he felt about Edna working on his hair. It was overly long and been bothering him. It was always a tangled mess and badly in need of a cut. He would have preferred going to a barber but couldn't afford it. "I don't know what kind of barber she is but if I can get this mop off my ears and neck I'll be happy," he thought. Any thoughts of happiness disappeared as soon as she came back. She placed a large pink plastic tray down on the table. Tied to the handle of the tray were several brightly colored nylon scarves. It contained a blow dryer, wide assortment of bristle rollers, pink plastic pins, hairnets in various colors, various combs, brushes, scissors and electric shears. Along side the tray was a bottle of shampoo labeled "Green Tea and Lavender," a bottle of lavender scented conditioner, jar of pink setting gel and a round magnifying mirror. Before he could utter any objections, she tied a translucent baby blue plastic cape around his neck and put the mirror in front of him so he could see everything she was doing. All he could do was look nervously from one item to another hoping that most of what he saw wasn't for him. Edna didn't spend a lot of time cutting away the split ends taking off very little of the length. When he realized she was using the shears to remove his sideburns, it was too late to argue. With his hair cut, she marched him over to the sink and began a thorough shampooing and conditioning of his hair. She washed and conditioned it three time all the while telling him that he should be ashamed for letting it get to be such a disheveled mess. She blotted his hair dry then made him sit back down at the table. Grabbing a big gob of the setting gel she began messaging it into his hair and scalp. Again, he tried to object but it was really too late to stop her. "Momma what are you doing? I don't...." he started to complain but didn't let him finish. She told him to let her do what she was doing or he could pack up and leave. Having the gel put into his hair was one thing. However when she combed out a section of hair, telling him to give her one of the bristle rollers and pink pins, he gasped in shock not quite believing his ears. A hard tap to the top of his skull with the comb left him gasping like a guppy and no words left his mouth. Edna made sure to roll the bristles real tight and didn't give an after thought as to how hard she shoved the pins to secure them in place. Paul groaned and moaned but sat compliant as she filled his head with the rollers. The pins had hurt and the bristles of the rollers were digging painfully into his scalp but the hot air from the blow dryer was worse. He wanted to get up and slap his mother-in-law silly for embarrassing him like this but the fear of being kicked out and the fact that she probably could kick his ass stopped him. "Why is she doing this to me? It's bad enough she has me wearing a bra and doing all the work around here but this....this is going too far. If I had anywhere to go or even some money I'd be out of here in a heart beat but I don't. I'm too ashamed to run anywhere for help looking and dressing like this. All I have to wear are Ethel's old clothes," he lamented. With his hair dry, she carefully placed a pink hairnet over the rollers and tied it at the back of the head. Next, she selected a pink and white checkered shiny rayon scarf and tied it over the net in a cute bow just under his chin. "Your hair was such a mess I want you to leave that just the way it is until tomorrow morning. I'll comb it out for you then," she said removing the cape. "Momma, no, please, I can't let Ethel see me looking like this," he said tears forming at the corners of his eyes. "This is my house and my rules. You either do exactly as I tell you or you can leave. The choice is yours. I'm warning you, if you decide to stay then I don't want to hear a single solitary complaint, understand? Since you argued with me, you can keep those rollers in your hair tomorrow as well. Now get back to your chores, we've wasted enough time already," she snapped. When Ethel came home she had a good laugh at her husband's expense. It was the first time in ages that she had had such a good laugh and she surprised herself by how much she enjoyed it. "OMG! First she has him wearing a bra and now today, this. I can't believe what a wimpy husband I married much less wanting a child by him. I really should have listened to mother. Oh well, I have an appointment with the fertility clinic Saturday. Guess I better call and tell them that I'm opting for artificial insemination. I married him for better or worse and I think I like the worse part better. It's so much more entertaining," she thought as she went to change. Paul was hoping for support and help when his wife arrived but all he saw was scorn in her eyes. Dejected and forlorn he spent a miserable night trying to sleep with those damn rollers in his hair. "Why did I agree to let her have total control over our finances when we married? She was so nice back then and knew more about it than I did. Even if I divorced her I wouldn't get a dime because of that prenuptial. Now look at me, no money, at least none she will give me and I'm being treated like a...a sissy," he moaned into his pillow then turned over on his back. His breasts even encased in a bra were too painful to lie on. Lying on his back didn't help either as the bristles and pins dug into his scalp. It was a very restless and distressful night. That next morning when he was doing the hand washing, Edna saw him catch a pair of panties on a nail. "Heavens no, that just won't do," she screamed at him. Soon thereafter his nails had been filed into neat ovals, buffed and painted a lustrous lilac. By afternoon his scalp was itching and irritated so much that he begged her to remove them telling her he would do anything. By the time his wife came home, he was wearing a pair of skin tight lilac Capri's, pink chiffon translucent blouse with billowing full sleeves and lacy cravat and a pair of black ballerina flats. His black bra was easily seen through the blouse and the outline of his girdle through the pants. His hair was a mass of wavy curls and smelled heavily of hairspray. It was beyond any doubt the most mortifying day in his life. That first month living with his mother-in-law was horrible for Paul. To make matters worse his wife didn't step in to help and seemed to be enjoying his plight. Edna for her part was enjoying herself more than ever before. Turning her daughter's worthless husband into a total pansy was more than worth the trouble. It was a bother teaching him how to put his hair up in curlers every night and keeping them in until just before his wife came home. Teaching him how to do a manicure and pedicure were worth the effort though. When she made him answer the door for the deliveryman still in his curlers, dark green nylon head scarf, wearing skin tight florescent green satin pedal pushers and thin see through white short-sleeved blouse, the look on Paul's face was priceless. It made all the bother well worth it. Edna still found it puzzling that any man would put up with what she was doing to Paul. His acceptance, though reluctant, reaffirmed in her mind that he must have been a born sissy. Since Ethel would only divorce him if he left, she only started doing those things to get him to pack up and leave. After seeing his reaction to the deliveryman, she decided to step it up. There had to be a point when he would finally rebel and get the hell out and she was determined to find that point. She decided that the next step would be to get Paul to wear makeup full time. Not just any makeup but heavy makeup like she wore, thick foundation with too much powder, bright green or blue eye shadow, get rid of the brows and paint them on with black pencil and eyeliner. Heavy mascara, brick red blusher and rich vibrant red for the lips finished off with a heady sweet floral perfume to complete his look. She figured the best way to get him to agree would be to make him go out in public. Over his stiff objections, she made him go to the grocery, drug store and dry cleaners. After each of those adventures, he would come back in tears and blushing fiercely. He balked and complained bitterly but in the end succumbed to her demands. Paul had to agree that if he looked more like a woman the less attention he would draw. With that stepping stone accomplished it didn't take any effort on her part to get him to remove all his body hair including his pubic hair. He almost fainted when she demanded to physically inspect his nude body to make sure he didn't miss any stray hair. After another month Edna was actually feeling pleased with herself. Paul had the same body shape as Ethel except for his "B" cup man boobs. Only now Ethel was much thinner thanks to a strict diet and daily exercise at the college gym. She had lost more than fifty pounds over the past several months. All she had to do was lose another ten and she would qualify for insemination. He could wear all her old clothing with makeup and hair could pass as her "uglier" daughter. "This started out as a means to get rid of the wimp but now that I have seen what I have accomplished, I'm not so sure about losing him. I only lift a finger to make afternoon tea otherwise he does everything around here. As far as those boobs go, all I have to do is give him more of my hormones in his afternoon tea. He's a heck of a lot cheaper than paying for a maid and I'm certainly too old to do all that back breaking work. Now that I think about it, I like having him around the house," she mused one afternoon as the tea pot began whistling. From the beginning when they moved back into the house, Paul was allowed his weekly bedroom visits. That is unless Ethel was mad at him about something. As he became more feminine, plus the fact that his dick was too small to enter her, left her unsatisfied. For awhile they tried it doggie style but as his stomach became bigger and bigger that didn't work. By the time they moved back to her mother's, there wasn't a position they tried that worked. They were just too fat. One night in utter frustration, she grabbed him by the ears and forced his head under her stomach and into her snatch. "Eat me you worthless piece of shit. I'm sick and tired of being frustrated by you. If you can't give me a baby then you can lick it. Now get busy or you can forget ever coming back into my bedroom," she had screamed. It was the first time she had ever talked dirty and the first anyone had done that to her. She wasn't sure where the language and demand came from but, to her surprise, thoroughly delighted in it. Later, she wasn't so sure if it was the lust or the power she felt that gave her such pleasure. In either case she decided she wanted more. Paul of course didn't like that change of events and complained but it did him no good. One night, several weeks later after another one of his complaints, she tossed him her panties and told him to just whack it off. She had no idea where that came from either but fascinated, watched as he did it. She never thought he would really do that but after watching him rubbing his pathetic penis until he was dark red in the face, covered in sweat and barely leaving a wet spot on the panties when he finished sent chills up her spine. Thus, another weekly ritual was born that carried over to when they moved back to Momma's. One Sunday while they had tea and Paul was in another room cleaning, Ethel mentioned that she had given up all hope that Paul would make her pregnant. When Edna asked her why, she blushing fiercely, told her of their bedroom sessions. "Oh my lands, your father never would have done something like that for me. It sounds gross but you seem to have enjoyed it," Edna said. "Momma, please, I don't want to know about you and daddy. It feels fantastic though, I have to admit. I can't believe I didn't make him do that much sooner. Oh by the way, next Saturday I'm having my artificial insemination. Momma I'm finally going to have my baby but don't tell him," she shyly replied. Paul sat in front of the bathroom mirror carefully drawing in thin arched brows. When he first agreed to wear makeup, it was supposed to be for when he had to go out in public. As he sat at her vanity for his first makeup lesson, Edna surprised him by shaving off his eyebrows. Without eyebrows he had to paint them in. If he painted them in, then he had to wear full makeup or he would draw undue attention if someone should drop by. At least that was the logic Edna used on him. So now he had to put on a fresh face every morning, touch it up frequently during the day then spend time removing it. Since he was wearing makeup, he now had to perform a morning and evening facial preparation. Edna allowed him to remove it before Ethel came home but on one occasion, she came home early feeling ill from her pregnancy and caught him. When his wife saw him in full makeup, she looked shocked then her expression quickly turned into resignation. "This certainly isn't the man I fell in love with. How could I have been so stupid? My need to have a baby just overwhelmed my brain I guess. Well nothing for it now but admit I made a horrible mistake. If I had gotten artificially inseminated back before we got married I wouldn't be in this position now. Married to an unemployable man who couldn't get me pregnant and turned out to be nothing but a big fat sissy. I'm pregnant and don't need him. So there is nothing left for me to do but get a divorce," she thought as she went to her room. Later at the dinner table she told Paul of her decision to get a divorce. He sat with a fork half lifted up to his face, stunned. "Ethel...you..you can't be serious. I'm...I'm your husband. What am I going to do? None of my old clothes fit. I don't have a job. How will I live? Yo....you can't..can't leave me like this," he stammered. "As much as I hate the idea Paul, you have given me no choice. Look what you let my mother do to you. You couldn't give me the baby I wanted and put yourself into a position where no one will hire you to teach. I can't even begin to tell you just how much you have disappointed me. I will see a lawyer tomorrow and start the paper work," she replied with a single tear falling from her eye. She was actually very upset at having to file for divorce and may have changed her mind but Paul's selfish response settled the issue. Edna was at first thrilled that her daughter was finally moving in the right direction. "About time she came to her senses," she thought then realized that with him gone who would keep the house and cook the meals. Now that Ethel was pregnant who would have to pick up the additional work load? She was in no condition to change dirty diapers much less do all the household chores. "I have an idea," she almost shouted to the two teary eyed people sitting at the table. "What?" Ethel and Paul said almost as one. "Ethel what's wrong having Paul stay with us, not as your husband but my housekeeper? He can work in return for his room and board plus I'll give him some spending money. Of course, if you have any objections or he refuses to obey my rules, it would be a shame to just kick him out into the street," she said. "I...I don't know mother. I don't think I would like being reminded about all that has happened but agree it would be very difficult for him out there," Ethel replied thoughtfully as Paul looked on confused. "Look baby, I can fix that, trust me and with the baby coming we're going to need the help. I certainly cannot do all that will be necessary," she said smiling from ear to ear. "I didn't take your advice before and look where it got me, so if Paul agrees, I think I can live with that," Ethel replied. "Paul you have a choice to make. You can pack your bags and leave or you can stay on here as my housekeeper. If you decide to stay you will have to obey all my rules, no matter what, and....and agree to legally change your name," Edna said turning her attention to him. "Change my name? Whatever for?" he replied puzzled. "Ethel doesn't want to be reminded that you were married, so a name change would help. Hearing Paul every time we addressed you, wouldn't help, don't you agree?" she answered. After some more discussion, Paul agreed to stay, change his name and become the housekeeper. It was the only work he could obtain and the idea of moving out like he was now was unthinkable. His pay wouldn't be much, only $300 per month but in time he could save up enough to leave. Ethel still had misgivings but agreed to try it for awhile. The first thing Edna did was contact a lawyer to write up an employment contract and name change documents. When Paul saw what she had done, he came very close to not signing the documents. What upset him was not the contract which spelled out all they had agreed to but the name change. She wanted him to change his name to Emma Joyce Wimple. Edna said she picked that name because it was so far removed from his real name that it wouldn't get Ethel upset or bring back bad memories. Since his employment hinged on changing his name Paul finally signed both documents figuring he could change it back later. He also signed the irreconcilable divorce papers which under the State's laws automatically granted the request. He should have read the one year automatic renewing employment contract more closely as it had a penalty clause. This clause stated that if he left his position prior to fulfilling the full year, he had to reimburse Edna for the time remaining for room and board at the rate of $1250 per month. When he found out about it, he was told that part of his salary was considered a rental agreement for the room and board thus the penalty was justified. It was also money he didn't have nor would have. Paul was stuck having to do whatever Edna demanded for a full year. With that understanding, Edna went quickly to work on Emma Joyce. The first thing on her agenda was to make even more changes to his appearance. She purchased five uniforms for him. They were simple maid's "A" line dresses in cotton, three grey, one black and one pink, white pin stripped with white three quarter length sleeves trimmed in stiff white folded cuffs and white double breasted collars. To go with the uniforms she got two pairs of square toed black patent leather three inch stack heeled shoes. He was already wearing Ethel's old panties, girdles, bras so giving him her old slips, camisoles wouldn't be any big deal. The only thing extra she needed would be support hose instead of regular nylons. When he wasn't working, she figured he could wear Ethel's old dresses, skirts and blouses which no longer fit her thinner figure. The next item was to take him to Betty's Cut and Curl salon for a new hair style. Emma Joyce objected when Edna gave him his uniforms but gave in. When she told him of his pending appointment, he vehemently refused until she was almost pushing him out the door telling him he would hear from her lawyer. The idea of having to pay her a full year's of room and board changed his mind. Soon his brown hair was dyed a dull black with grey streaks making him look much older. As punishment for giving her a hard time, she had his ears pierced and one inch ceramic nails painted a deep red on his fingers. His hair was pulled back in a sever bun at the back of his head. The last item on her agenda was to make him take one of her estrogen replacement pills with each meal telling him they were multivitamins. She also informed him that he would be wearing full makeup from the time he arose until he went to bed. There was another clause in the contract put in at Ethel's insistence. It basically said that after three months, they would get together and review how well Emma Joyce had performed. If Ethel said that seeing him still brought up bad memories, he would be let go without penalty. If she did that Paul would be shown the door with at best $900 to his name. With the changes Edna had forced upon him, he could only do that dressed as a woman. Paul as much as he hated being Emma Joyce and being the housekeeper, had a strong incentive to do exactly as Edna demanded and that was to become Emma Joyce both mentally and physically. The only difference between Ethel's and the penalty clause was that Paul wouldn't owe Edna anything but the results would be the same. Cast out with no where to go, looking like a fat old woman and without financial wherewithal. A prospect that was completely unappealing to him. To assist him in getting into character Edna spent the first two months of his employment teaching him how to act like the woman he appeared to be. She taught him a shuffling, sloped shouldered walk, how to manage his skirts and hold his arms and hands. She gave him women's magazines to read aloud using a softer, higher pitched voice. To add to his humiliation and older appearance, she made he use reading glasses with jewel encrusted frames which hung from his neck attached to a golden chain. Until his eyes adjusted to the lenses, he had a difficult time doing his reading assignments. After several weeks he actually needed the glasses to read. All the magazines were published for the older mature woman. He learned more about menopause and women's heath than he wanted to know along with an older woman's fashion sense. As there would be a baby in the household soon, he read a lot of baby care and nutritional books. By the end of the second month of intense training, he naturally spoke in a soft feminine voice and his body language was that of an older woman. As he stood before the full length mirror slightly stooped which made him look an inch shorter with sagging flat torpedo shaped breasts. Over the past two months he had added a full cup size to his bras. The image reflected back was of an old woman. Dull black grey streaked hair pulled back into a tight bun, the heavy makeup, wearing a knee length pink maid's dress with dark tan support hose clinging loosely to fat legs and the aroma of lilacs and baby powder filling his nose. He was not even thirty but looked and acted like he was in his fifties. As Paul progressed in his studies along with his appearance, Ethel became less and less bothered at seeing him. Occasionally, she would frown at a stray memory of what once was but quickly shook it off. When it was time for the three month review, she told her mother that it was unnecessary. "Momma, I really don't want us to sit down with...Emma Joyce. It would only bring up bad memories. All I see is the housekeeper now, so let's keep it that way," she said. Edna was delighted with her daughter's decision. "Now I can move along with my plans for that pansy. Hearing what a good pussy eater he had been sent thrills up my spine I haven't had in years. Something no one has ever done for me before and I'm pretty sure that I can finally find out if it is as good as Ethel said it was," she thought. That next afternoon, Edna took off all her clothing and pulled on an old worn pink terry bathrobe and sat on the edge of her bed. "Emma Joyce, get in here and bring your pedicure set with you," she called. Edna was both excited and somewhat self-conscious about what she was planning on doing so kept the robe wrapped tightly around her obese body. When he arrived he was a bit surprise seeing her only wearing a ratty robe. He wasn't happy when he looked at his own fat body and the notion that Edna might reveal her much older wrinkled body to him was disturbing. He was on his knees cleaning up after polishing her toes when she grabbed the bun at the back of his head and pulled his face into her crotch. Edna had wanted this experience to be subtle with him doing it slowly but she was frightened and decided to force the issue before she chickened out. She spread her thick thighs, exposing her aged pussy with its thick matting of grey crinkly hair, forced his face into that bush and clamped her thighs tightly around his head. "Okay Emma Joyce, it's time you demonstrated that tongue of yours where you know it will do me the most good. You do me just like you did for my baby and I may give you a chance to breathe. Now let me feel it," she demanded. Paul tried to push away, the smell was awful and her demand made his stomach churn. Her grip on his head and powerful thighs made his efforts fruitless. His nose was buried deep into her thick hair, his lips pressing against the dry flesh between her legs. He couldn't dislodge himself and breathing was most difficult. When he did manage to take in a breath, the strong smell of urine and sardines invaded his nose. He quickly realized that he was trapped and suffocating. With great reluctance, he probed between sagging folds of flesh. Sticking his tongue in as far as he could and began wiggling it around like he remembered Ethel wanted. Unlike his ex-wife, this hole was dry and didn't taste good. It took all his will power with his eyes squeezed tightly shut just to keep from vomiting. When the tip of his tongue finally found that special spot he felt something wet wash over his tongue. At first he thought she was finally getting wet but the acidic taste told him that she squirted out some urine instead. His stomach knotted and bile began running up his throat but managed to swallow it back down. Finally after what seemed like a year, Edna moaned out loudly, squeezed his head tightly with her thighs and released him from her grip. He fell onto his back gasping, his lips and tongue rubbed raw and his stomach cramping painfully. As he got up to rush to the bathroom to try and get the taste and smells of her off him, she said, "Oh my lands, Ethel was so right. I've never experienced anything so mind blowing in my life. Emma Joyce, get used to it, you're going to be doing this a lot more often." Lying on her bed getting over the most sexually satisfying event in her life Edna was thinking, "I can't believe that was so mind blowing. If that was so good what else have I been missing all my life? All Cedric ever did, bless his soul, was get on top, satisfy himself then snore like a saw mill. I'm going to have to do some investigating to see what I've been missing. Maybe that big priss will be good for something other than performing oral sex." Meanwhile, Paul was sick both physically and mentally as he kneeled over the commode by the experience. "I can't believe she made me do that. It was disgusting and I have never felt so violated. What's this? Oh shit, it's that old woman's pubic hairs. I'm going to toss my cookies again, ugggghhh," he thought. After that experience Paul dreaded the coming of each new day. Every afternoon, she called him into her room where he had to repeat his performance. He had tried to refuse the second time by pretending he didn't hear her when she called. She was so mad when he didn't come in; she grabbed a belt and found him sweeping the kitchen floor. It didn't take that many stinging slashes to get him to follow her back into her room. That first week it was just a wham-bam, thank you ma'am type of oral sex with Edna wearing her robe and the belt at her side. There was absolutely no sexual thrill for Paul. Wearing tight girdles and taking hormones for so long had effectively castrated him. The only thing he received was a nauseas feeling and a couple of hours after without having to put up with any of her shit. He spent that time sitting on the sofa watching afternoon game shows, clasping his churning stomach and drinking a small glass of Edna's sherry. He would have loved to swallow the entire bottle drinking to oblivion but she would severely punish such action. At least the small glass that he took removed her taste from his mouth. His daily performances continued until Ethel took her maternity leave. With the baby due changes were made in the household. The biggest change was to Paul's room. It was redecorated into a baby's nursery. A girl's nursery with soft pink walls decorated with fairy land characters. A changing table, bassinette, playpen and shelving for all the necessary supplies were put into the room. With all the new baby furniture there wasn't room for Paul's bed, so a cot took its place. The crib would be in Ethel's room until she went back to work then it would be moved into the room. The plan to turn Paul's room into a nursery had been Edna's idea. It was her plan to use that as an excuse to move Emma Joyce into her room. With only a cot to sleep on, Ethel would see the logic of having Paul move in with her mother. Not getting her afternoon delight for over a month had left Edna very frustrated and with Paul moving in would solve that. Paul told them he would be happy to sleep on the cot and be nearer the baby. He guessed what Edna was up to and didn't want any part of that but lost the argument. Two weeks before the baby was born, he moved into her room. He was standing behind Edna who was sitting on her vanity stool while he brushed her grey hair. They were both wearing flannel nightgowns with white ruffled lace trim, his was pink with small floral imprint and she a blue with small white polka dots. The other big change came with his move. In addition to being the housekeeper he was now Edna's personal maid. She made him tend to her in the bath, assist in her dressing and grooming. She also had him between her legs every night. Edna had always been a prudish woman until she discovered the joys of oral sex. She had made some discreet inquiries and now owned a very realistic eight inch vibrating bright pink dildo. She was still a prude to some extent and couldn't bring herself to use it but making Emma Joyce do it for her was acceptable. After Paul had used his tongue and saliva to get her wet, she had him take the dildo and use it on her until she reached climax. Paul hated doing that almost as much as he did giving her oral satisfaction. It was humiliating to just hold a realistic dick that was way bigger than his had ever been but it was mortifying to have to actually use it. What little remained of his masculinity was destroyed by that act. It only drove home the fact that he was a man but completely unable to perform as one. As he brushed her hair, Paul realized that he would never be able to leave. He was permanently stuck being the housekeeper/maid no matter how much money he managed to save. None of the factors that made him sign those documents would change. He sighed, shook his head in resignation and tried to imagine what the new baby would bring. A baby wouldn't be judgmental and in time maybe give him the love that was missing in his miserable life. The End