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This chapter won't make sense unless you have read the previous one and,
ideally, the 'Unexpected Consequences' series which laid the foundations
for this story.
Zoe was waiting for Brian as he arrived home that evening. She rushed to
hug and kiss him. "Hello Brit, I've had such a long day waiting for you
to come home again - how was your day?" They made their way inside.
Chatting and sharing trivial events with Zoe had Brian in wonder at how
good life had become now all his stress had been stripped away.
He had fallen for the beautiful Zoe at first sight and although she had
returned his love he had always felt in awe that she could love
'worthless him.' And when she had pulled her panties onto him and
awakened such 'dirty' memories his view of self-worth had fallen even
further. Yet he loved her so much and was totally hooked after the many
times she persuaded him into dressing up for her 'tranny-games' before
mind-blowing sex. But last night had been so far beyond previous times!
It had blown all those preconceptions away and her obvious love as she
gripped his hand now and smiled, those brilliant blue eyes glowing with
passion, raised such a thrill, he shivered. She had even called him Brit!
"Let me finish off preparing dinner now. You go get a shower and .............
Please will you do me a favour, Brit?" Those big eyes, that pleading
girly voice, that expression of love on her face - he didn't stand a
chance so he nodded. "I've put a razor and cream in there for you; please
will you shave off all your body hair so I can get even closer to my
gorgeous Brittany when we cuddle?" She watched for the slight hesitation
to begin and countered immediately. "You won't believe how much nicer
your silky things will feel against your skin either! Stockings and
petticoats feel fantastic, you'll love it!"
With relief she watched him nod, while the distant look in his eyes told
her he was hooked on the prospect. She kissed him to show her approval
then whispered in his ear. "And after the shower I want you to moisturise
your whole body with the cream on the counter then dress in the clothes
I'll lay out on the bed for you. Then I'll have dinner with my lovely
Brittany!" She turned him round, patted his butt and gave him a gentle
push to send him on his way - and breathed a sigh of relief as he did so,
chuckling to himself. Truth be known, she had been on edge all day in
case he tried to revert to his macho self-image.
Once she heard him in the shower she whisked away his clothes and laid
out the items she had selected so carefully during the day. To his black
bra and panties she added a black lace garter belt, shiny-black nylon
stockings, a waist-slip of black satin and her black satin robe that she
knew would fit him for he'd loved its feel in the past. Her mules with
the three-inch wedge and elastic strap over the instep also fitted him,
just, and were placed on the floor below the robe. Just as quietly, she
left the room to add the final touches for their meal and she wondered
what was going through her husband's mind while he prepared himself and
dressed.
She loved him dearly and his caring thoughtfulness had always appealed to
her. She had somehow always been drawn to the non-macho guys: several
former boyfriends had taught her how to play the 'femmy' games they
needed and she had enjoyed the softness, the sharing and caring those
games had somehow induced. Oh! How excited Brian had become when she
first coaxed him into her panties! She'd thought he'd climax without her
touching his penis when she had draped her still-warm satin bra across
his chest and stroked his nipples through the shiny material! Yet for all
his obvious excitement of 'tranny-games' there was always that weird
initial resistance and violent denial immediately after he had cum.
A huge smile grew as she realised that she had now found the key; whilst
cross-dressing was exactly what he wanted - no, needed, she thought -
she had to convince him that he must do it for her. And it worked! If she
TOLD him to do it - if she ORDERED him and DEMANDED it of him he obeyed
willingly! "Maybe one day I'll understand my man." She thought, becoming
aware of the warm feeling of love that grew inside her as she considered
his needs. But was that all it was, she wondered? For it also caused a
raw, sexual thrill when she knew she was in command and he obeyed her
orders. Fortunately, she knew herself well enough to grow her self-
confidence and determine to explore their apparently compatible needs.
She smiled as she pictured Diane, just last week, beseeching her to be
dominant with Brian and she realised how right her neighbour had been.
She made a mental note to thank Diane and Claire for their wise advice.
Brian shyly revealed himself in the kitchen but Zoe was having none of
it, for she dropped the cloth in her hand and rushed to gather him in her
arms. "Darling, you look gorgeous! Thank you for doing all this for me!"
She kissed him deeply, then asked "Do your legs and body feel much nicer
without all that hair?"
"It's fantastic!" was the immediate reply. "It felt so sexy rolling the
stockings up my legs and even through the nylon, the feel of this slip
and robe is so sensuous. I should be thanking you because I'd never have
thought of shaving if you hadn't mentioned it." His words just added
strength to her resolve.
They chatted about numerous things over their meal, as all lovers do, but
Zoe kept returning to how he looked and how he felt. Later as they sat in
the lounge, cuddling one another, she asked with a smile that glowed her
affection, "I love my beautiful Brittany very much, Darling. Please can
she stay here much more of the time? She is nicer and more loving and
sexier than that pushy old Brian?"
He looked a bit sheepish as he remembered his previous behaviour towards
this beautiful woman whom he loved so much. Zoe could almost see his
commitment that 'that Brian' would never re-appear now he understood how
he had almost lost her. She also understood the smile that slowly
replaced the look of concern as he said softly, "I'd like that. Somehow
Brittany makes me feel so........... free and complete, but I don't think I can
explain it properly."
"You don't have to, Brit. Just accept that this is who you are. And if
Brit is going to be here much more often, I'd like to buy her lots more
clothes. She's going to need some more pretty bras and panties, nighties
and petticoats. And a few dresses and skirts and blouses too. She can't
keep borrowing my shoes, either, can she?"
"Gosh, Zoe! If you really don't mind me being her, I'd love her to have
her own clothes. I love you very much for loving me. I've been thinking a
lot today of how I was before last night and I've shuddered many times at
how I treated you - I'm so sorry for all the hurt I've caused."
Zoe smiled but didn't interrupt. "When I realised what damage I'd done to
your love for me I hated myself. I promised myself I'd change forever and
just give you all the love I have. I'll do anything for you, Darling so
if you want me to be Brit all the time I will - and it makes me
incredibly excited just to think about it!"
"Wow!" exclaimed Zoe, sitting up straighter. "Do you really mean that?
You'd be Brittany all the time for me?" The excitement was clear on her
face and in her voice.
"Well..............." he began. "Obviously I can't be Brit ALL the time. Brian
still has to go to work. And what about when we get visitors - our
parents and friends, say?"
Her smile grew bigger as she realised what huge barriers had been shoved
aside but decided to take things slowly. "OK, I hear what you say. But
you'd really like to live as Brit as much as possible, wouldn't you? And
you don't just want it for me - you really want it too, don't you Brit?"
Somewhat backed into a corner he knew he had to answer honestly and, to
his credit, he didn't even hesitate. His 'caught-out' look made him seem
so cute to her as he answered "With the excitement and sex like last
night? Of course it is what I want, dear Zoe!" He hugged her to him and
never wanted to let go whilst she was so contented to know she had saved
their marriage and still had her soul-mate. And she was now in control of
her own - and his - destiny...............and it felt good!
Later, Zoe took Brit to bed and patiently began to teach him all the
things she wanted done to her body..........................and began to teach him to
love the new ways of wallowing in feminine love.
Friday began with Brian waking to realise he was still wearing Brit's
clothes, for they had fallen asleep in total sexual exhaustion, and he
was still held tightly by Zoe. They caressed and cuddled and murmured
their love before Zoe asked "Please will Brit stay for the whole weekend,
darling?" She'd hoped it hadn't been too early to ask yet she felt the
relief match the joy insider her as Brit nodded.
"I'd love to, Zoe," he agreed with a smile. "If you really want to fulfil
this fantasy for me, please will you help me to behave like a girl
because I'd love to think I could act that way for a while?"
She hugged him tighter and promised to make this a very special weekend!
They both realised that their dalliance threatened to make him late for
work again yet, despite the rush and tear that followed they did it all
in such buoyant moods. Brian was just getting into his car when Zoe
leaned in to kiss him goodbye then added "Maybe we can do some shopping
this evening for some new clothes for Brittany. Would she like that, do
you think?" Ten minutes later he was still smiling despite the stop-start
traffic he usually hated.
And for the next two weeks Brit joined Zoe more often than Brian as she
taught her now-pliant husband so many of the joys of femininity, lessons
he absorbed with love and passion. It was going so well and Zoe had never
felt closer to the one she loved..............until the Sunday afternoon when his
parents came by for a visit.
His father, always an arrogant and brash man, steamrollered the
conversation and, within minutes accused his son, who had been obviously
affectionate to Zoe, of being a 'panty-waisted romantic who is tied to
her apron strings!"
Despite having forced herself to not react to his obnoxious attitudes for
the years she had had to put up with him, the petite blonde bombshell
that was Zoe exploded. She glared at him before leaping out of her chair
and rounding on his wife, Brian's mother. In acid-laced tones she asked
"What the hell is your excuse for never have tamed this animal you
allowed to be your husband? Neither of you deserved to be parents if you
couldn't teach your child what true love was about! Thank God you never
had any other children for you surely poisoned the mind of my wonderful
husband!"
Brian retreated in emotional shock yet could not break himself away from
this intense and rowdy clash of wills between the three people in the
world to whom he was most attached. He watched the almost surreal yet
shouted exchanges as his mother tried to defend her husband yet, when she
realised how empty her arguments had become, she rounded on him and
accused him of always being a chauvinist pig. He watched his father try
the usual bluster and arrogance that had proved all that was necessary in
the past but, with Zoe's dynamite unleashed and his mother slowly siding
with his wife, saw him backed - literally - into a corner. In slow-motion
he saw his macho father slowly become unravelled against the fury of the
attack.................until the unbelievable happened.
His father, in temper and desperation, threw a punch at his mother but,
with incredible speed, Zoe smashed his fist aside from its intended
target. As the miss registered on her brain, his mother's anger focused
into a right fist which, loaded with years of resentment and frustration,
impacted in her spouse's stomach and floored him.
"You arrogant son-of-a-bitch!" She shouted at him. "That is the last time
you ever hit me. If you even attempt it again I will sue you in front of
all your friends and big business buddies until you are the laughing
stock of them all!"
While he lay on the floor and began to cry - truly the bully suitably put
in his place - Brian watched as his beautiful wife instantly changed from
fury into femininity. She seized her mother-in-law's hand and dragged her
towards the small bar area on the other side of the room. The brandy
bottle was opened in haste, the cap bouncing off the counter and falling
un-noticed to the floor as Zoe sloshed two large shots into hurriedly
upturned brandy balloons. One was thrust into his mother's hand as Zoe
grabbed the other. They both gulped down a swig as they slowly came to
terms with all that had happened in the previous three minutes.
It shocked Brian from his emotional funk as his mother dropped her glass
and embraced Zoe and said "Thank you, thank you, I should have done that
so many years ago! I'm ashamed to have put up with his piggish nature for
so long but I was scared of him." The two dissolved into mutual female
tears of healing and bonding as Brian finally turned to watch the tears
flow down his father's cheeks as he sat huddled against the wall where he
had fallen. Within seconds he was on his knees, holding his father and
murmuring words of encouragement.
"I'm sorry!" The words whispered by his father were louder than any
explosion and brought instant silence from the others.
He sobbed for several minutes, comforted by his son, whilst the women
almost held their breaths. Finally, almost inaudibly, they heard "I was
trying to be the husband and father my dad said I should be................" In a
moment Brian and his dad were joined by his mum and wife and they all
felt years of wasted pretence wash away with their tears.
Maybe half an hour later Zoe and Brian bid farewell to his parents as,
very subdued, they climbed into their car and slowly disappeared from
view down the drive. Emotionally drained themselves, Zoe still felt
strong enough to lead her husband up to the bedroom and, despite his
half-hearted protests, get him into a satin nightie and gown that matched
hers. Neither could face food after their emotional trauma but they did
return to the lounge to share a bottle of red wine as they came to grips
with the events of the afternoon. Cuddling and whispered words of sharing
cut through years of crap as the two lovers created bonds they didn't
know were possible. In their intimacy they didn't even register the feint
cries of passion from the house across the road as their neighbour,
Claire, mounted Diane as he lay tightly laced in his rubber corset and
strapped firmly to the bed.
Little did either couple suspect how their lives would impact on each
other from their proximity and common interests.
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