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MY WIFE MADE ME A SISSY, BUT THAT IS NOT THE END OF THE STORY. BY Betty Noone At one point in my life, my wife made me into a sissy. And I was a sissy for a long while. I resisted it at first, but then I began to love being a sissy. Eight months ago if anyone would have called me a sissy it would have been cause for me to try to punch him out. I was a heterosexual male, and was raised by my parents that men are men and women are women. But somehow, after being a sissy I started down the path to womanhood. This is my story. I am married to my beautiful, but kooky wife, for the past six years and we are doing well. I am an investment analyst who, while working for a major corporation do 95% of my work is done on my home computer. My company is happy with the work that I do and I make a very nice salary. Jill, my wife, is a part time hairdresser and because of my income has no real need to work for financial reasons. Not having children and both of us being reasonably neat people, she needed to fill her time. She also felt that the money she earned hairdressing was hers to spend on as she liked. I have not problem with that. Enjoy life, that's my motto. After dinner about a year ago, Jill and I were sitting on the couch in the family room watching TV. There is a show called "The Big Bang Theory" that is not only still running in prime time but is also syndicated to many stations. It seems that on any given day one cannot avoid seeing this show. I didn't particularly care for the show but Jill did. One of the principal characters seems to be a young man with effeminate actions. I haven't been paying too much attention to the plot, but the writers gave him most of the funny lines. I mentioned to Jill that I was surprised that the show was so popular with that type of character in a leading role. Jill told me that times have changed and that the younger generation is far more liberal that the previous ones. That is certainly true, because I feel that we are far more liberal than our parents are. We are sitting, holding hands and I am sort of drifting when Jill turns and says to me, "Have you ever thought about exploring your feminine side?" "I didn't know I had a feminine side," I replied. "Everyone has two sides." "Well, then, the answer is no." "You know, things are so different today and many of the public will accept what they would not have accepted just ten or fifteen years ago." "What the hell are you talking about?" This conversation sort of woke me up. "I would like for you to explore your femininity. You know, be more caring, touchy-feely, sort of thing." "This conversations is over," I said. "I'm going to bed." And I got up, went upstairs and began to brush my teeth in preparation to get into my pajamas. Within a couple of minutes Jill followed me upstairs. "Why not?" "Why not what?" "I really would like for you to be a more gentle person. Someone who is more understanding of what I need." "And exploring my feminine side is what you think will do that? Forget about it." The discussion did not end there. Jill persisted, and the more I resisted, the more she insisted. It started an argument and that night I wound up sleeping in the guest room. At breakfast the next morning the air between us was still chilly. As I sat at the breakfast table waiting to be served, she said, "This is what I am talking about. The man sits and gets served and it is the woman's job to cook and serve the man. Would it be so bad for you to get up and give me a hand?" In order to please her and to begin to de-fuse the tension that came between us, after breakfast I began to clear the table and rinse the dishes to put them into the dishwasher. Jill put an apron around me so I should not soil my clothes while doing the chores. "Thank you for helping. Was that so bad?" "Look," I said, "if all you wanted was a hand with the dishes, all you had to do is say so." "No Frank, it goes deeper than that." "What do I have to agree to in order to sleep in our bed tonight?" "Oh, honey, give me a couple of days to come up with something. I promise, it will be fun." I spend a full eight hours on my computer doing my work for the company. It requires my full concentration. I do take time off for lunch and bathroom breaks, but I give my company what they are paying me for, and they have no complaints. During this time Jill is either going to the salon to do part time work, or shopping for dinner or for personal items, cleaning the house doesn't take too long, as I said we are both neat people and except for washing the toilets and floors once each week, the house does not need too much attention. And Jill has always taken care of this. So it was not unusual for Jill to leave me at home working, while she went out. She came back about four in the afternoon, came upstairs and gave me a kiss on my head as I was concentrating on my work, and said she would be downstairs making dinner. She seemed so happy. She was humming a little tune as she left my office. After a nice dinner, this time with me helping clear the table and doing the dishes, we again found ourselves in the family room. On the cocktail table in front of the sofa were four packages, all wrapped up. "What's this?", I asked. "Presents. Presents for you." "It's not my birthday." "It's better than your birthday." and with that she handed me a gift wrapped package the size of a shoe box. I opened it up and found a pair of ladies' shoes with a two inch stacked heel inside. "What's this?" "They are for you." "Are you kidding me? I won't wear lady's shoes. Why?" " I want you to know what it is to walk around in heels all day long. They are not too high. Only two inches. You will find them comfortable to wear around the house." I put the shoes down and opened the other packages. I found a pair of what I found out is called 'capri pants'. Another box had a sleeveless blouse, and the final box had a short sleeved angora sweater. I was angry. "You spent money on this stuff without asking me?" "I didn't spend your money, I spent my own. And yes, I thought it would help if you wore it. You never leave the house anyway, what harm would it do if you wore them to please me." "Because you're nuts," I shouted. And with that Jill began to cry, and fled upstairs to the bedroom and slammed the door. Giving her about ten minutes to cry herself out I went upstairs to find our bedroom door shut and a note tacked on it saying that I was not to disturb her, was to go out to eat by myself, and that until further notice, the guest room would be where I was to sleep. I went out and got a pizza, wondering while I ate it, what the hell was going on. When I returned home, the boxes were still on the cocktail table where I left them and if Jill came down to eat while I was gone there was no evidence of it. I picked up the packages, and brought them to the room I was now occupying and put them in a dresser drawer just to get them out of the way. Jill and I did not cross paths for eight days. She made sure not to leave our bedroom until I was in my office working away. She quietly left the house and did not return until late in the afternoon. I was miserable. We usually made love at least twice each week and here eight days have passed without any contact. It was as if she was not in the house. I made breakfast and lunch by myself, and not in the mood for eating dinner by myself, ate my dinners at the pizzeria. At night I watched TV by myself. At least once each night I knocked on the bedroom door and there was no answer. This cannot go on. I can visualize our marriage breaking up over this. I began to rationalize. What would be so terrible if I wore the damn pants and blouse to please her? Someone has to give in. She is obviously more resolute about this than I am. So I decided to give in. I went to the guest room, retrieved the articles of clothing, stripped down and put them on. Obviously Jill took some pains to make sure that they were the correct sizes. I first put on the blouse which left my arms bare. I had a little difficulty at first buttoning the buttons because they were on the left side, but that was not to much of a problem. I then slipped on the pants which were tight around my legs and came down to mid calf. They had an elastic waistband and fit quite snugly. Lastly I slipped on the shoes. They were in the style of loafers but with a two inch heel. There was no appreciable difference in my walking in them, but I did feel the calf of my legs tighten. After about ten minutes of getting used to the clothes, and feeling quite silly, I walked to the door, knocked on it, and announced, "I give up. I am wearing the new clothes you bought for me." The door flew open and Jill flung her arms against my neck, giving me wet, teary kisses. She was so happy. How can I deny her?, I thought. After the kissing she stepped back saying, "Let me look at you. Oh, honey, I just love the way it looks on you." "I really feel silly, babe." "You don't look silly to me. Come, I have a treat for you." She took me by the hand, led me back into our bedroom and pushed me on my back as I fell on the bed. She pulled my pants down, and she dropped her panties to the floor and we proceeded to have sex with an intensity that we hadn't had since our honeymoon. "Was it as good for you as it was for me?" I asked later. "See what you get when you mind mama?" she teased. "I am starting to see the benefits of it." I re-dressed, pulling up my capris and Jill noticed that my undershorts were the boxers that I normally wear. "That will not do," she said, pointing her finger at them. "What>" "Your undershorts will bunch up so that your pants will not be smooth. I will have to get you some panties. Also, look at your arms and your legs. The hair on your arms and legs has got to go. I can even see some of your leg hair coming through the fabric. Please shave the hair off. Do it for me." By this time I was sated and said, "Whatever." anxious to get back to work. Stripping off the clothes, I shaved my thighs, legs, and arms. While I was at it I shaved the hair under my arms as well. It didn't take long as I am not exceptionally hairy, and when finished I re- dressed and went back to work. I noticed that from time to time I found myself rubbing my arms, feeling how smooth the skin felt. Jill left the house and when she returned she had a package of eight cotton panties. I don't know how she figured out what size I took, maybe it was just a lucky guess. But when she returned home she had me take my jockeys off and slip on the panties which surprisingly felt quite comfortable. I was made to promise to wear the clothes all day, and I did. I have to concentrate quite hard in my work, and it didn't take long before I no longer realized what I was wearing. I did know that my bare arms were cold, and I went to the guest room and retrieved the angora sweater and slipped it on. My feet did not have socks on and I felt the bareness of my legs from the calf down, but that didn't seem to bother me. When it was about an hour before dinner time, Jill came to the office and asked if I would help her prepare dinner. I shut down the computer, saving the files, and rose from my chair. Jill again put her arms around my neck and pushed her body into mine and kissed me hard on the lips. I responded and wanted to take her to our bedroom and she said, "Not yet. Tonight," We went to the kitchen and she had me peeling vegetables, making the dinner salad, and generally helping her prepare dinner. "Isn't this more fun, when we are doing this together?" she asked. And I had to agree that it was. She kept on complimenting me on how nice she thought I looked in the new clothes. She came up to me face to face and rubbed her hands around my buttocks, saying, "Mmmm. Nice." I have to confess, I liked the attention that I was getting. After dinner we sat together, holding hands, and again watched that show "The Big Bang Theory." This time I didn't think the main character was as outrageous as I did before. By ten o'clock Jill and I went upstairs and again had great sex. What intensity. Afterwards we showered together. I went to my dresser and pulled out a pair of pajamas, but Jill said, "Another present for you, babe." handing me another gift wrapped package. Opening it I found what is called Baby Doll pajamas. It consists of nylon panties with a nylon short caftan-like robe that one puts over one's head to put it on. As I was about to open my mouth, she said, "For me, please." And with that, I shrugged my shoulders, put on the nylon panties and dropped the gown over my head. It was so silky and light. So different from the men's wear that I am used to. As soon as the gown was in place a bulge appeared in my panties which Jill noticed immediately. "Let's take care of that little problem," she said, again pushing me on my back in the bed. Oh, Lord. If I thought that the sex the previous night was good, this was even better. We were so sweaty after we were done that we had to take another shower, and without comment I donned the Baby Dolls and we got into bed, fell into each others' arms and went to sleep. In the morning, I knew that I was expected to get dressed in my new clothes and I realized it didn't make any difference to me anymore, so I did. That afternoon I complained that wearing the two inch heels made the muscles in the back of my calf sore, Jill said that the longer I wear them the easier it gets, but that she would massage them for me to give me some relief for now. And she did. And it helped. I now was assisting in the kitchen for all of the meals. I didn't realize it, but being in the kitchen while the meals were being prepared was beginning to teach me how to prepare them by myself. It didn't take much time from my work day, and I found that I still got the same amount of work done that needed to be done. It made Jill happy. I have not seen her so happy in a long time. That afternoon the doorbell rang, and I realized that Jill was not home yet, so I had to answer the door in my Capri's, blouse and shoes. I peeked through the peep hole in the front door and saw the UPS truck in the driveway. The brown uniform of the driveway was standing outside my front door. reluctantly I opened the door and if the driver was shocked he didn't show it. But he did say, "Ma'am, I have several packages for you. Sign here." I signed and he went to the truck and brought into the foyer three large cardboard boxes. With that he tipped his hat, and went to his truck. I don't know if he knew I was a male or not, but this was my first encounter with someone other than Jill seeing me dressed like this. I have to confess that I was getting quite comfortable wearing the clothes all day. They are lighter in weight by a lot, and the material is sort of silky. At first the shoes were a problem but two inches isn't that much difference from a man's oxford that has a 3/4 inch heel. My calves felt it, but walking in them posed no problem for me. When Jill finally returned from the salon I showed her the unopened boxes. "They're all for you, dear." she said By this time I was no longer prepared to have an argument with her, so I asked her if I should open the boxes. She said, "Of course." There were three more pairs of capris, in different colors and fabrics. Eight blouses and shells either sleeveless or with short sleeves, and two more pair of shoes. One a pair of open toed pumps and the other a pair of strappy sandals with a two inch wedge heel. This time there were also short shorts and tights. There was also a pair of black patent leather Mary Jane's, with a 2" heel. Jill had me try on the shorts and while they were quite comfortable to wear were quite feminine in their appearance. They came only about to mid-thigh and showed a lot of leg. I didn't have to try the tights on, and Jill said that the shorts would look better with the tights. There was one short and blouse outfit where the shorts were made from black velvet. The blouse was sleeveless, as were all the blouses, with a wide collar and a low neckline. There were four large white pearl buttons sewn to the bottom hem of the blouse that fit into the top button holes of the shorts, making it that the blouse was always pulled tight and the shorts did not need a belt. It was as if it was a one- piece garment. It was as sissy as you can get. Jill told me that this outfit was for special occasions. "You can't wear the same pants all the time, so I got more for you. Also, with your legs, you are going to look adorable in the shorts. It's a pity I can't show you off around town." "Oh yeah? The UPS already got a look at me." "He did?" Jill giggled. What did he say. "He said, thank you ma-am." Jill thought it was hysterical and she said she was sorry she was not present to see it. I put all of the new clothes in the guest closet and realized that I was starting to build a wardrobe. Relations between the two of us was terrific. Jill was happy in her work at the salon on those days when she was on duty and was in a terrific mood at home. I got used to wearing the capris and blouses and gave it little thought when I donned them in the morning. And the weeks flew by. One morning I came down to breakfast dressed in my men's clothes and Jill demanded, "where are you going dressed like that?" "I need a haircut, so I'm going to the barber." Jill came to me and began to finger my hair, checking for length. "Did you forget that I am a hairdresser? I will do your hair." "Well, you haven't up until now." I said. And with a firmness that I was beginning to see happening more and more with Jill, she said, "I am now. Go upstairs and change clothes." I have been finding it easier not to make every demand by Jill a Federal case which would lead to an argument and possible banishment from my bedroom, so I complied. I found that Jill seems to really be into this and it doesn't make that much difference to me. I change to my capris and a fresh blouse. I find it more interesting that I change the style of shoes from day to day. Afterwards I went to my office and began my work day. An hour later Jill enters my office and says that she is going to do my hair while I am working so that I won't have any loss of time to the company. Except, that she first has to shampoo my hair. No hairdresser will work with unclean hair, she said. So I put my work on hold, and followed her into the bathroom, bent over the sink and allowed Jill to shampoo and thoroughly rinse my hair. She first dried it with a towel, and when I went back to my desk, she began to dry my hair more thoroughly with a hand held hair dryer. She tied a sheet around my neck and began to work on my head. I am aware that she is there but the concentration of my work does not allow me to pay attention to what she is doing. She worked the better part of three hours when it became time for lunch. She put a plastic cap over my head, saying she would finish it after lunch. We went down and we prepared lunch together, and ate together. Jill held my hand and stroked it telling me how happy she now was. And I was happy that she was happy. After lunch we both resumed our activity in my office. Me working and her working on my head. After two more hours she said she was finished, and slipped the plastic cap over my head and said she wanted to show me her work. Most times a haircut at the barber shop is about 20 minutes and here she worked on my head for almost five hours! She led me to the mirror, and took off the cap, fluffing my hair with her fingers to give it more body. I almost fainted. I was not prepared for what I saw looking back at me in the mirror. She lightened my hair and then frosted the tips in a blond color. She shaved my sideburns off. I have seen this hair style on many women. She shaped my eyebrows, but fortunately not in a thin line, but definitely shaped. "Don't you love it, honey?" she gushed. My entire appearance changed. Standing in front of the mirror was a feminized man. "I don't know what to say, " I said. I was not ready for this, but I was also not ready to have Jill disappointed in my reaction. So I lied, and told her that I loved it. "And all you have to do in the morning is to run your fingers through your hair, like this," as she showed me how it was to be done. "Oh, you look so much better," she declared. You know? As I stood there, and after the first shock wore off, the hair style complimented the outfit that I was wearing I began to realize that I looked better than before. Having a regular men's hair cut and wearing capris did not look as nice on me as it does now. The arched brows made my face look a little softer. "Would you mind if I did one more thing to finish the look?" Jill asked. Since when did she have to ask?, I thought to myself. But I just nodded my head in assent. "Just let me apply a little foundation to your face and some mascara for your lashes. The foundation will hide your beard even more than a shave and make the skin on your face seem softer and smoother, and, the mascara will show off your beautiful eyelashes." Beautiful eyelashes, I thought? I never knew I had beautiful eyelashes. Jill ran out of the room, I mean literally ran, and soon came back with a small bottle containing a beige fluid, and a pencil type thing containing the mascara applicator. I cannot pretend that I did not know what they were, but I sat down at her vanity and allowed her to apply the cosmetics without protest. When she was done, she was looking at my face, and her brow was screwed up in concentration. "Something's not quite right. Let me try a little lip gloss," She said this more to herself than to me. I sat dumbly and quietly at the vanity and she returned with a lipstick. "This is just gloss, honey. There isn't any color, but it will make your lips shiny." And she opened the tube and carefully applied the gloss to my lips. She looked at me carefully again, and said, "Oh, yes. That will definitely do it." I again looked at myself and could not believe what a little cosmetics can do to a face. It further softened my appearance. I looked like a man, I thought, and then again, maybe not. "Is this really how you want me to look?" I asked. "Please say you like it. It would make me so happy." she pleaded. So I told her that I liked it. She pressed me to say it again in different words, and finally she was satisfied when I told her that I adored the way I now looked. Funny thing, I was starting to like the way I looked. For the first time since Jill had me dressing, that looking at myself so dressed I was becoming sexually aroused. I mentioned it to Jill, and she said she could understand why, it was making her hot as well. I turned off the computer and we went to the bedroom and took care of that problem. Afterwards she showed me how to apply the cosmetics and gave them to me. She told me (not asked) that I was to wear them all of the time. The next morning when I awoke I found that Jill had already gone downstairs to the kitchen. I after washing up I came downstairs wearing my baby doll and was surprised to see Jill's best friend Mary sitting at the table having coffee. "Good morning, Frank," she called out to me. "My don't you look nice. I love your hair." I went into shock. Jill hurried to my side, took my hands in hers and looking me straight in the eyes, said, "It's only Mary. She is and has been my very best friend. You should know that we tell each other everything. There is nothing to be ashamed of. Come, pour yourself a cup of coffee and I will get your juice." I felt some stirring in my crotch and quickly poured the coffee and sat down at the table so as not to embarrass myself. "I have been so anxious to see how you look." Mary began to say to me. "And I must say, you look so healthy. After breakfast please show me your outfit." I looked up pleadingly at Jill, but she just had a happy face and was nodding her head, that she too wanted me to model for Mary. After breakfast I went upstairs to change. I took a little time trying to decide which outfit to wear. I finally chose a lilac capris and a low necked satin ivory blouse. I wore my wedge strappy sandals. I went into the bathroom, applied my foundation and gave my eyelids a couple of swipes with the mascara wand. Afterwards I pursed my lips and applied my gloss. I fluffed my hair with my fingers and then took a good look at myself in the mirror. I turned and looked at my behind, and realized, "My god, I'm preening!" I was a little hesitant about going back downstairs, although I was pleased with the way I looked. When I entered the kitchen Mary exclaimed, "He's gorgeous!" Then to Jill she said, "That blouse needs a bra." "Oh, no." my wife replied. "I don't want to make him into a girl, I want to make him into a sissy." She said the word. I am no dummy and I thought I knew what was going on, but now it was confirmed by the words coming out of her own mouth. We will have to have a talk after Mary leaves. Mary had me pose for her, and then embraced me, holding me tight. And I held her as well. Jill came over, hugged me, kissed me on the lips and whispered, "I love you." And I melted in her arms, replying, "I love you too." I excused myself to go to my office as my work day was about to start and left the two girls to talk amongst themselves in the kitchen. I don't know when Mary left, but she was gone when I came down to help prepare the lunch. I took this opportunity to start the conversation of sissyhood. "I suspected that this is where it was going, but when it started you said you just wanted me to be more gentle. More emotional. You wanted to have conversations with me similar to those you have with Mary. And have I not become more so?" "Oh, yes. Just look at how many things we are doing together now. Isn't it more fun? And at night we watch movies together, and I notice that you, too get teary eyed at some of the movies." "But we never talked about me becoming a sissy." "Well, look at you. You are not there yet, but more than half way. Tell me, don't you like the way you look? I laughed and said, "You are right about that. I am starting to fall in love with the mirror. I am starting to enjoy my new look." "Oh, you make me so happy," Jill gushed. "It is going further that I originally planned, but I haven't so much fun end enjoyment in years. Please tell me that you will go along with me." "Do I have a choice?" "Yes, You could go back and be the silent macho man you used to be. Do you really want that?" I was silent for a few moments, thinking about it. "Let's continue on. I'll say 'stop' when I feel we have gone too far." The responsibility for dinner was divided up. On any of the three days a week that Jill worked at the salon, it was my turn to make dinner. Jill made sure to have the provisions in the house for the menu when it was my turn to prepare dinner. And one day, she forgot. There was a whole dinner to be made and there was nothing in the house with which to make it. I called Jill at the salon and told her of my predicament. She said that I would have to go to the store and get the supplies I needed. When I told her that I could not do so, she said that she had a little time before her next appointment and that she was coming home. Ten minutes later she pulled into the driveway and i was waiting for her at the front door. "Why didn't you bring the stuff?" I asked. "Because we are going shopping." "I cannot go out like this." "You have not left this house in five weeks. You cannot live this way the rest of your life. At some point you are going to get out in the world. This is your first time, and I will come with you for support. You will see, it will be fine." She ran upstairs and came down with a purse and handed it to me. "A purse?" "Of course. You have no pockets. You need a drivers license, money, keys. I even threw in your lipstick." I was aware that she didn't say lip gloss, but lipstick. She showed me how to wear the purse by holding it inside my arm and body with the strap over my shoulder. She went to the closet and selected a red coat that had a flared skirt for me to wear. I always liked how it looked on Jill, and on the way out the door I glanced at myself in the hall mirror and it looked good on me, as well. I put my purse over my shoulder and off we went. Jill drove, and on the way suggested that when I talk that I talk as softly as I could. Almost a whisper, but loud enough to be heard. "Why don't you do the talking?" "The first time is the hardest. You will see. Be prepared that they will take you as being a female, but don't worry about it. Just smile a lot." When we got to the store and parking the car in the lot, Jill came around to the passenger side and sort of pulled me from the car, and in we went. The store was busy with customers, but it seems that no- one gave me a passing glance. I took a cart and began to concentrate on selecting the supplies I needed. At the meat counter there was a lot of packaged meat, but I wanted something special so I had to talk to the butcher. He did not laugh at me and called me 'lady.' It only took about 15 minutes to get everything we needed and at the checkout I opened my purse, reached in and got my credit card and swiped it on the machine. The young girl scanning and packaging was too busy to even look at me. Jill and I carried the groceries to the car, and I felt a lot better having gotten through this ordeal without anyone making any undue comments. "See. That wasn't so bad, was it?" "No. Not at all." "Well, from here on you will have to get your own supplies. You need to get out. And if someone reads you, so what? My mother always used to say, 'if they don't like it, it's their problem, not mine.'. That should be your motto. Just be natural and you will be fine." "We talked about me not becoming too female, but a sissy, and here I am going out dressed as a woman and shopping as if I were one." "Human beings come in all sizes, dear, While you don't make the prettiest woman I have ever seen, you aren't the ugliest one, either. If you go out as a sissy, somebody is going to give you a hard time, maybe even attack you physically. That is why you must always be with me if you are dressed as a sissy. Did you find what you just did so repulsive?" "No. I sort of had fun once my initial nervousness got out of the way and I realized that no one was paying attention to me." When Jill drove me home, she left to get back to the salon, and I began to prepare dinner. I felt much better about my leaving the house than I did before. When Jill returned from work, she said, "I have a present for you." "What is it? "Here, open it up." I took the package, removed the wrapping paper carefully, folded the paper and put it to one side. Jill noted that macho man would have torn the paper and crumpled it up. What I just did was a typical feminine gesture and I didn't even realize I did it. Inside the box was six metal bangles each a different color. "You need something on your wrist. It is too bare." "Aren't they expensive?" "No. I got them at Walmart. They were only six dollars." "They look more expensive than that" "They sure do." I slipped them on and the jewelry looked nice From then on for the next two weeks, every night Jill would bring me a present. The next night it was a ladies wristwatch. Then she brought home her piercing gun and pierced my ears. I found that there was now a round pearl in each earlobe. Jill told me what he must do for the next five or six weeks to prevent infection and to allow the holes to heal. There was a gift of a manicure kit. Jill filed my nails for did my cuticles, and applied clear polish to the nails. During the time she was doing this she was explaining what she was doing so that I could maintain my nails by myself from here on. Jill was too busy at the salon one day and did not have time to get a gift for me, and I was noticeably disappointed, like a small child. Junk jewelry was a popular gift. Suddenly I was wearing rings on my fingers and necklaces about my neck. There were gifts of earrings of all kinds which I could not wear yet but would be for later. A large jewelry box was given me and placed on the dresser in the spare bedroom. When Jill thought I had enough 'stuff', the daily presents stopped, but if Jill ever saw something special she would purchase it for me. One Sunday after breakfast I was shown how to help changing the bed linens and how to use the washer and dryer. I have long since been keeping my own clothes clean by hand washing them and ironing them. Jill was amused that I even ironed my panties. Jill told me that we are to do the chores together. Neither of us was to be a maid for the other, but each had to share in the responsibility of keeping the house clean. Mary came over often nowadays. She always warmly embraced me when she came in. I no longer had any hesitancy when I had to answer the door. I practiced my voice by keeping the volume down almost to a whisper. It was pretty good but not good enough. It was Mary who while we were having lunch at the kitchen table said, "You know what would help his voice?" Both Jill and I said the same thing at exactly the same time. "What?" "If he lisped. That would make him seem more like a sissy. I think it would be cute." Jill said, to me, "Try it. Try speaking and lisping. I said, "Like thith?" Both the girls giggled when I said it. "Say something else." "What do you want me to thay?" "Oh, dear. That's precious," Jill said wiping a laughing tear from her eye. Mary said. "Seriously. If you keep your volume down and speak more slowly and deliberately, the lisp would be more like who you are." "Oh, Frank. Try it. Please try it" And I said "Yeth." My problem with erections was getting worse. By accepting the changes, it became more sexual to me. Jill and I talked about it and decided that at home it was not too much of a problem as the panties sort of held it in, but you could see the protuberance. But if I went out and did not wear a coat it was unacceptable. "Let me think about it," Jill said. I did not realize that by now she was getting many of her ideas by going on certain web sites on the internet. The big blow up between us came three days later. Jill came home with a chastity belt, called the 'CB3000'. She showed it to me and said that this would solve the problem. I was shocked that she would want me to wear it and I said "Enough! This has gone far enough. I will not put that damn thing on." Again Jill began to cry, and leaving the thing on the table ran upstairs. This was a repetition of our first blow-up only worse. I never realized that she had installed a keyed lock on our bedroom door. My bedroom was off-limits to me. I moved into the guest bedroom and was so mad that I wanted to get back into my old clothes and go to a bar and get drunk. But there was only my sissy clothes, jewelry, and make up in the guest bedroom. My male clothes were locked in the bedroom. I didn't see Jill for over two weeks. In frustration I masturbated daily, some days more than once. I was alone in the house. Jill was gone when I woke up and came back to the house after I went to bed. I could not concentrate on my work, and was putting in half-hearted days. I had no one to talk to. I left the house only to shop for groceries. I was lonely and miserable. And I gave in. That mid-night when I was sure that Jill was in her bedroom, I knocked on the door. I told her through the door that I was sorry, that I would do anything she wanted me to do. I promised to be obedient. And there was silence, even though I could hear her breathing. I continued to plead, and after a half hour I went on my knees and began to sob. I continued to plead, "I,I,I, p-p-promise, Jill. P p please open the door and talk to me" I sobbed. I heard the lock click open and she opened the door seeing me kneeling at her door, my head almost to the floor, sobbing. She took hold of my arms and helped me get up and led me to the bed where we sat on the edge of the bed. She held me in her arms rocking me, saying, "Shush, baby. Everything will be all right. And I continued to sob. She took some Kleenex and wiped my tears away with my mascara staining the napkin. She continued to rock me as if I were a little baby and after another ten minutes was able to compose myself. "I will do anything you ask, Jill." "I know." she said. She laid me down on the bed and removed my capris pants and then pulled down my panties. She was in her night gown and began to play with my penis. I don't know if it was as a result of my masturbating or the emotional trauma, but I could not respond. This was the first time since I became an adult that this happened to me, and i was embarrassed not to be able to respond to my wife. "That's O.K. baby. It happens." She went downstairs, retrieved the CB3000 and began to install it on me. I passively laid on the bed and allowed her to do so. With a click, the little lock was closed. She showed me the key to the lock and put it in the top drawer of her bureau. "This is where the key is, should there ever be an emergency. But I hope you don't take it off without my permission." "Yes, dear. I won't." "And where is the lisp? I don't hear the lisp." "Yeth, dear." From that day on, I no longer was in control of my daily life. Jill was bolder than before. She told me what outfit to wear each day. It was starting to get warmer outdoors, and soon I was wearing the short shorts around the house. I was now shaving my entire body every three or four days, applying lotion after each shower to keep my skin soft. I was never directed to wear the velvet shorts as Jill told me that they would be for special occasions. Almost two months to the day when I began this transformation, I received a call from my boss. I haven't been to the office in two months and I previously went in once each month even if only for a few hours. There is to be a staff meeting at the end of the week and I was expected to be there. I had to concentrate not to lisp, My boss asked me if I had a cold as I was speaking so softly and I lied and told him that I did. No one at the office has any clue as to what I have become. At dinner that night I talked about it with Jill and she said, "Leave it to me." The next morning she made an appointment to see my boss and took with her some of the many pictures that she had taken of me on her I pad. My boss greeted her warmly not knowing the reason for the meeting. Jill told him that I was now very feminine, yes, a sissy, but that I was still capable of doing my job, but that it probably would not be a good idea for me to appear as I now am at the office. After looking at the pictures, the first thing my boss said to her was, "He is sort of cute." My boss told Jill that he now understood why the quality of my work had so improved even from before. He said there was a more humane and nurturing tone in the quality and it was reflected in some of the increased business it produced. He said that at the meeting I would be pointed out as having received a promotion and a big raise. He was sure that he could have me keep the raise, but was not sure about the promotion as it would require me to be at the office daily. He assured Jill that he didn't have any intention of doing so, he could not fire me anyway because of the new anti-discrimination laws in place. Jill invited him to come to dinner that Saturday evening. My boss asked if it was O.K. to bring his wife, and of course Jill said yes. I didn't realize what Jill had in mind when she told me she would take care of it, but now that she did, I was thrilled. A big raise. Maybe a promotion, but maybe not. In any case they loved my work and I was in no danger of being terminated by my company as a result of my becoming a sissy. There I said it. I am becoming a sissy. And I don't care. I was a little upset when I was told that my boss and his wife were coming to dinner this coming Saturday. Jill told me that it was going to be my 'coming out' party. I was to do everything by myself, even serve. The cleanup would be after the guests had left and Jill would help. We discussed the menu and on Friday I went shopping by myself and encountered not the least bit of trouble. I was getting more confident going to stores now, and went to others stores as needed without even thinking about it. On Saturday I made a pork roast with oven baked potatoes and asparagus as a vegetable. But first I set up the bar for cocktails. I made little cheese and cracker bites for nibblers before dinner, and a chocolate cake for dessert with coffee or tea. I carefully set the table. Jill wanted me to do this all by myself, but she did stand by to correct me if I made any mistakes. I selected the wine for dinner. By four o'clock everything in the kitchen that could be done was done. I went upstairs to get ready and Jill was waiting for me. She had me take a bath instead of a shower putting scented oils in the water while I soaked. When I got out I patted myself dry and put on my nylon robe and walked into our bedroom. "In here, darling," Jill called to me. She was waiting for me in the guest bedroom. On the bed she laid out my outfit for the evening. It was the velvet shorts set. While they were in my dresser drawer all this time I had yet to wear the opaque white panty hose. Jill showed my how to put them on, and I did so. She helped me get my blouse buttoned and I pulled the black velvet shorts up. I attached the two pearl buttons on the bottom of the blouse to the eyelets in the shorts, and Jill attached the two in the back as I found it difficult to attach them. I could reach them but could not get them into the buttonholes. There was no fly in the shorts. They came down only to mid-calf. I put on the black Mary Janes and this too, is the first time I wore them, even though they were in the closet all this time. Jill fixed my hair, and checked my polished nails. For the first time since they were pierced, Jill took the studs out of my ears and put in a pair of pearl drop earrings. I had the studs in my ear since the piercing and was now used to them being there, but the drop earrings gave a different sensation. A faux pearl necklace, several rings and some bangles completed my outfit. I made up my face and Jill looked at me carefully, and applied a little color to my cheeks as she said she thought I looked a little pale. She also went to her room and returned with a lipstick that was a very pale pink. Hardly any color at all, but just enough to make my lips pretty. When I wear the capris I look more like a woman. But this outfit screams "sissy." While I was nervous about my boss seeing me like this for the first time, I had already been programmed by Jill not to care what other people think of me. I knew that my boss was not goiing to fire me, but maybe even promote me, even after seeing the pictures. So what have I to be nervous about? It was now 5:30 and the guests were due at 6. I went downstairs to check on the roast and to get the water working for the asparagus. I filled the ice bucket, opened the wine for it to breathe, and then sat down in the family room waiting for our guest. They were not due for 15 minutes yet, and I put the TV on but was too excited to absorb what was playing. Shortly Jill came down wearing a navy blue dress with a white belt around her slim waist, and sat down next to me. She was ravishing. "I don't want you to have a girl's name," she said. "but Frank doesn't suit you anymore. Would you mind if I call you Sissy from now on?" Having been broken I no longer had any resistance to anything she wanted of me, and I nodded my head, 'yes'. With that the doorbell rang and we answered the door together. My boss and his wife entered and the two women hugged in greeting. My boss had a bouquet of flowers in his hand and handed them to me, saying, "These are for you." "Oh, my. They are lovely. Thith ith the firtht time I received flowerth", I lisped breathily. "I wil get thomething to put them in." As I was about to leave, my boss said, "Wait!" I stopped and turned back to him and he said, "We haven't had time to get a good look at you. That is an unusual outfit you are wearing, and I have to say, you make a fine looking sissy." My bosses wife said, "Oh, John. That was so nice of you to say that." Turning to me she said, "And I certainly agree." I went off to find a vase not realizing that my guests were watching my rear end move as I walked. The ice having been broken by my guest's warm greetings everything went smoothly from then on. Jill served the cocktails and I put everything put on serving platters. I poured the wine and when all was ready had Jill seat our guests at the dining room table. I placed a little white apron over my shorts so as not to stain them. When the food was on the table I took off the little apron and sat next to Jill who was already seated at the head of the table. Conversation between the four of us was easy. My boss told me that he was able to save my promotion and that I would continue to do my job from home. He also said that he didn't know what to expect before he saw me and that he too was a little nervous about seeing me for the first time, but that now he is quite comfortable being with me. That made me feel good. After dinner we all went to the family room to continue our conversations and they seemed quite comfortable inasmuch as they made no move to leave early. When they finally said they thought they should go, my bosses wife hugged me tightly and kissed me gently on the cheek. And I was taken by surprise when my boss grabbed me, pulled me to him and did the same. "I give you five stars!" Jill exclaimed after our guests had left." The dinner was delicious and my dear little sissy, you were too! I am so proud of you. You see? Nothing bad happened, only good. It's late, leave the dishes as they are and let's get to bed, I am exhausted and I bet you are too". Jill had to help me undress as I could not reach the back buttons of my shorts. Upstairs, when I got into my baby dolls, I went to the Jill's dresser drawer, retrieved the key to my chastity belt, and took it off. I was so ready for my wife. She was waiting for me and it was wonderful. At breakfast the following morning, Jill asked me if I would mind if she invited Mary and her husband to dinner the coming Friday night. Now that I have experienced not problems with society, it would be good for me to get to be more social. Jill asked the question merely as a courtesy because she knew that she now could do anything she wanted and I would agree to it. So of course I said yes. We did the preparations for Friday night's dinner together. We set the table in the dining room but not quite as elaborate as the dinner for my boss. I was very comfortable with Mary, even before, and was looking forward to the evening. I had never met Mary's husband. Even though Jill and Mary were best friends going back to High School, we never socialized as a foursome. Mary's husband had a dead end job, and was working because they needed the income. Mary worked as a sales person in a dress shop and depending upon the season either earned a lot of money or not. Between the two salaries they got by, but barely. But Mary had the good fortune of winning the State lottery. She wound up with 3.5 million net after taxes. They paid off their debts, bought a new car and then Mary bought a house three doors down, so she could be close to Jill. She paid cash for the house, and after all was done, she still had three million to invest which gave them a tidy annual income. She had her husband, I think his name is Patrick, quit his job as he wasn't happy with it anyway. And that is about all I know about them, except that my Jill and Mary are in each other's houses most of the time and never seem to tire of one another. On Friday Jill again had me dress in the black velvet short set. Jill hugged me and kissed me, and then rubbed her hands over my body. She told me how good I looked and how proud she was of me, and I liked it. I was really enjoying this sissy thing. We prepared dinner together. Mary doesn't care for wine and Jill tells me that Pat does not drink at all, so we didn't set out any wine glasses. . When the bell rang, I went to answer it. There was Mary who in her way, came right in and grabbed me, turned me around and looked me over. "Oh, you look delicious. Sissy I could eat you up." I don't know if she was just calling me a sissy or if she found out from Jill that I was being called Sissy now. Probably Jill told her. Waiting outside there was this lovely woman in a Kelly green shift, black smoky hose and wearing three inch stilletos. Her lustrous black hair was in a page boy style with bangs across her forehead. She had the appropriate makeup and jewelry as accessories. I figured that Mary's husband couldn't make it and that she brought a friend instead. "Come on in, " I told her. She stepped into the foyer, looking a little confused. I held out my hand in greeting and said, "Hi, I'm called Thithy. Welcome to our home." "I'm Patricia. I'm Mary's husband." this lovely creature said. You could have hit me with a brick. This beautiful woman, with a soft mellifluous voice was her husband? I recovered, and surprised myself by giving her a hug. By this time Mary was already in the kitchen talking to Jill. Patricia and I walked to the kitchen, and Jill said to me, "I see you two have met." "You know about thith?" "You silly goose," Jill said, "where do you think I got the idea to do you. Mary was the one who started it first. Dinner won't be ready for a half an hour yet. Why don't you two go in the family room. Mary and I have things to talk about." We sat in the family room and I was completely taken by Patricia. I sat on the sofa, and Patricia sat on a chair facing me. I patted the sofa next to me and said, "Come thit next to me tho we can talk. I mutht know how you got to be where you are." And she came and sat next to me. The skirt of her dress hiked up to mid-thigh when she sat and crossed her legs. And what killer legs she had. She smelled of White Diamonds perfume and I found it intoxicating. What I didn't know until months later when Jill confessed it to me, was that this was being taped and recorded by a hidden camera device. Both Mary and Jill put on head phones and were watching the entire scene on the kitchen monitor. They wore the headphones so that the sound would not feed back to us. "Is there something wrong with you that you have to lisp?" Patricia asked. "No. My Jill wanth me to talk like thith. I now do everything thee wanth." I answered huskily "How can you make your voice thound tho feminine?" I continued. Patricia said that it took some doing and several months with a voice coach and this is the result. She also said it wasn't always how you said it, but what you said. That women have a different language, and if one uses that language the person listening will assume that the speaker is female. I didn't know that. "Are you a full female?" "What do you mean by that." "Do you still have, you know, your pee-pee?" I persisted while looking down at her cleavage and beautiful breasts. "Oh, yes, but I just use it for pee-now. The hormones that Mary has fed me have chemically castrated me, and I no longer can get it up." This sounded so strange coming from this beauty. She continued, "Mary wants me to be a complete woman, and in a few months I am scheduled for the surgery. I am going to be a complete woman, and while at first I didn't want to, now I am counting the days." While she was saying this her hand idly began to touch against the inside of my thighs, and if I wasn't wearing the CB3000 I probably would have cum right then and there. Patricia made the first move. I told her I wanted to smell her perfume as I loved the scent and I moved my head to the side of her neck. She turned her face to me and our lips touched. A shiver went through me. I was so conflicted. I never was attracted to a man before, but this was no man. When our lips touched she did not move away, but opened her mouth and I put my lips on hers and we kissed. I didn't know it at the time but Mary and Jill clapped their hands in joy when they saw this. I put my tongue in Patricia's mouth and she sucked it in. I moved my body closer to hers and just at that time I heard Jill say, "Come to the table. Dinner's ready." I called back that we would be there in a few minutes and whispered to Patricia that we better get to the powder room and fix our faces, not realizing that we have already been not only seen but taped. Jill worked it out that Patricia and I sat together. This woman was a flirt. Every once in a while when she thought no one was watching she dropped her hand under the table and gave my leg a squeeze. It was difficult for me to keep from reacting. Mary and Jill were alert to this but said nothing about it. Again the dinner went well, and not long afterwards, Mary and Patricia went home. "I see Patricia and you got along well," Jill said. "Thee is tho beautiful.. I cannot believe thee ith a man." "Well, not really a man anymore. She will soon be a complete woman. But you aren't a man anymore, either, are you? I mean, we still have great sex together, but other than that isn't our lives together more like sisters?" "No. I don't think tho. I love you. I love you more now than I ever did. I would not have believed it would have been pothible but I am happy being thithy. I wouldn't want to go back for anything, anymore. And you know I would do anything to pleath you." "Yes, I do know that. You are right. We are more than sisters. You surely noticed that except for the shorts, all of the clothes you are wearing are women's, but I never bought you skirts or dresses. If you would like to try that someday, we can work on that. When you go out you only wear the capris, but summer is soon upon us and they will be too hot to wear and not appropriate for summer time. Would you like to try a dress for when you go out?" "Jutht buy one for a tetht I never wore a dreth, but I can athume that my nightwear hath a thimilar feeling to it" "I just love the way you talk, sissy. And you are so obedient now." "It-th ith becauth I love you," I answered with a hug and kiss to her cheek.. "Pleath tell me about Patrithia" begged. Jill said for me to get a couple of glass of wine and she would tell me the story as she knows it. Before they were married, Patrick confessed to Mary that he liked to wear women's clothes. That he was a transvestite, and according to what he read on the subject, always will be. Mary decided that she could handle it. When they were married there were a couple of times during the month when Mary would leave the house all day so that Patrick could dress up and do whatever it is that transvestites do. When Mary won the lottery and became financially independent and content with her life, she decided that if Patrick was going to continue to dress, and she realized that this was so, then he should do it properly now that they were financially well-off. She made arrangements with a dress shop who was willing to give private fittings. Within a month he had a whole new wardrobe. She made him quit his job and be a stay at home. She bought him a couple of dusters to wear about the house when working. He loved doing all of the housework. He loved cooking. He taught himself to sew. Mary spend a lot of time at my house visiting with Jill because she had little to do.. She got used to seeing him in dresses and began calling him Patricia which please him very much. His biggest problem was that he already developed male pattern baldness and did not have enough hair left to grow out. So Mary had him shave his head, and he now has six or eight wigs of different styles that he wears. They are all human hair and expensive. I don't think you realized that Patricia was wearing a wig. He has become very proficient in styling his wigs. Jill continued. Mary realized that their sex life was few and far between and that she suspected he masturbated when dressed. For whatever reason, the masturbation disturbed her more than anything else and she was going to stop it. After consulting with her gynecologist she put Patricia on female hormones and testosterone blocker. It wasn't but a few months later that Patricia was chemically castrated. If the medications would be discontinued the urges might come back, but the doctor said, maybe not. Mary decided that if he wanted to dress as a woman he would be the best looking that he could be. Breast implants, and a nose job were the first surgeries. The hormones began to change the shape of his body and you can see the results of that. Patricia didn't care what she did to him, he was submissive anyway. And by the end of six months you can see the results. She was born to be a woman. She loves her clothes and Mary indulges her terribly. Mary tells me that sex with him wasn't that great at its best, but now there is nothing between them. I'm sorry, Jill told me, but that is where I got the idea of us being more like sisters. Anyway, Patricia is happy she is going to be a complete woman. I don't know what their plans are afterwards, but she obviously was taken with you. I told Jill that there was indeed a sexual attraction between us, that I had never thought about not being faithful to Jill, but if I ever would, this would probably be the one. And that's about it, Jill concluded. We went upstairs, Jill helped me get out of my outfit, and I put everything away, donning my baby dolls. Jill was waiting for me, I was still wearing my CB3000 and was too tired to take it off. We cuddled and fell asleep in each other's arms. On Monday when Jill came home after working at the salon she handed me two boxes. Presents. I opened them and the first one contained a shortie nylon nightgown. Up until now I only wore the baby dolls. I told Jill that I could not wait to put it on. The second box contained a dress. It was a short sleeved blue shift trimmed in white. It had a sweetheart neckline. I rushed upstairs to try it on. Jill entered as I was taking off my short shorts. She handed me a package containing nylon thigh high stockings. "Put these on too, honey. They will make the dress look better. But it is summer now and women generally don't wear stockings in the summer. But to see how the dress looks put them on." I never wore nylons before but putting them on was similar to putting on my tights. I slipped the dress over my head and let it fall over me. The hem stopped about one inch from my knees. Jill looked at me with a critical eye, and said, " I didn't want to start that, but if you are going to wear dresses you are going to need a bra." I turned around watching myself in the mirror, and bra or no bra, I liked it. "Is it all right to be a sissy and wear a dress?" That very day, after measuring myself with a tape measure I went out and bought three padded bras of different sizes. Oh, my. The padding filled my chest out and suddenly the dress fitted like it was meant to. I loved the dress. I realized that this is what I wanted to wear. I decided to take a day off from work. Whatever work I don't do today I can pick up tomorrow and I went shopping. Jill is at the salon and did not know I intended to buy a new wardrobe. And I did. I bought four dresses, keeping in mind Jill's suggestions as to the styles, nylons, chemises, and shoes. Shoes. Men don't appreciate what shoes do for a lady. I have been wearing two inch heels constantly as a sissy and I wanted more heel. I went shoe shopping. I bought shoes. None with less than three inch heels. When Jill came home I spun around for her and asked her if she liked my new outfit. "This sissy can wear whatever she wants." Oh oh. She said it. I was referred to by Jill as 'she.' I have always been called in the feminine by others when out, but this is the first time Jill used it. "What ith the line between female and thithy?" I asked. I am mithaken for female now all of the time, and I am as femmy ath one can get at home. I talk like thith all of the time and I don't even have to think about it. Jill, can you tell me?" "Well, if you go on hormones, your body will begin to change and become more feminine. It will affect your sexual drive and you will become more like Patricia. You may even orient yourself so that your desire is to be with men. Right now you have a male body, which means that there are certain female clothes you should not wear. If you wear a dress you should always wear a shift that does not have a waistline. So shirtwaists for you would be out. Skirts should be full Pencil skirts for you are out. You also have a male sex drive. And sex with you is terrific. I would not want to give that part of it up, but if you wanted to, I would accept it." "No. I think I will jutht remain a thithy. I might want to look more like Patrithia, you know, more womanly, but I don't want to give up what we have together But don't you think thith dreth lookth nithe on me?" I knew that this is how I now want to dress. No more sissy clothes. No more shorty shorts. While Jill was at the salon the next day I went shopping. I bought five dresses, keeping in mind Jill's suggestions as to the style I should wear. I bought six skirts. All full skirted and most had elastic waistbands that did not require wearing a belt. I would have loved a pencil skirt but agreed that with my male body it would not look nice on me. Nylons. In nude, in black. Most were thigh high and a few pair were panty hose. I was spending money like crazy, and I didn't care. Then there was shoes. Men don't realize how important shoes are to a lady. The salesman who took care of me, I am sure was very happy with his sales commission after taking care of me. I needed some boots. I never had boots. Having constantly worn shoes with a two inch heel all of this time the three inch heel was not that great a difference. But boy, did it make a difference. I loved them. I bought stilletos, pumps, oxfords and sandals. Would you believe I bought 9 different pair of shoes? With the exception of the bras and chemise, I tried on every item and made sure it fit and that I liked it before I purchased it. No one questioned me, even with my lispy voice. Finally, I splurged on three new purses, one a beaded clutch. I didn't know when I would use it, but it was so pretty I knew I had to have it. Then, I decided that I needed more makeup. I went to Walgreens and bought some. Then to Walmart who has a bigger selection at cheaper prices (what girl can resist a bargain?) and finished off what I thought I needed. I bought colored nail polish, more foundation and blush, and color for my eyelids. I bought an eyebrow pencil to outline my brows, and then some erase to reduce the visibility of any wrinkles. I came home and it took a little while for me to put all of my clothes away, removing the tags and hanging them up, or putting them in the dresser. I had to go to Jill's closet to get skirt hangers as I did not have any in my