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A TALE OF TWO SISSIES As told by one of the wives. By Betty Noone It is now almost 3P.M. and I have been crying since nine this morning. I can't stop. I don't know when I felt that my heart was broken as I do now. I don't know what to do. Since my husband of ten years left for his office, I have been in tears. Let me tell you why. Howard Wattell, my husband is a good provider. He is a stock broker and has many good clients which affords us a very nice income. He is respected in the community, and is well-liked by our friends. With his income, he prefers that I not work, and not having children, this gives me a lot of free time which I spend doing housewifely duties I do a lot of volunteer work as well. While my husband's work is such that he is under a lot of stress during his work day, I always see to it that when he comes home he is greeted with a smile and a cold martini. He also likes to eat home and we go out to eat at a local restaurant only about once a week. There is really nothing exciting about our life, but we love each other, and we are very comfortable with our life style. While I have many girl friends, the only male friends he has outside of his office are his three golfing buddies, and away from the golf course, he has never been with them socially. By the way, My name is Angela, and everyone calls me 'Angel'. We, and the mortgage company, own a lovely four bedroom home on 1/2 acre of land in a nice suburb. Our neighbors are friendly. That is, we say 'hi' to each other and wave, but that is the extent of our mingling. The second bedroom is made into an office and Harvey does spend some time there working on his projects. This is usually done on Saturday mornings, while I am at the store getting groceries for the week. I am gone a couple of hours at most. While there is no ban on my using the office, outside of using the computer, there is little reason for me to be there. This morning was different. After Harv left I went to my bedroom to change. I dressed in jeans and a blouse and put on a pair of loafers. As I was walking by the office I realized that Harv left the computer on. I reached over to turn it off when the screen came to life and there was a page that I had never seen before. It looked like a long list of titles. Titles to stories. Intrigued, I sat down and clicked on the first story. I read the story with both fascination and dread. I was fascinated at the description of a husband being feminized by his dominant wife, and how submissive he comes. I could not help myself, I had to read more stories. I found humiliation, French maids, same sex copulation , and to be crude, what is called, 'blow jobs'. I called my friend who I was planning to meet to go shopping and canceled our date as I found I could not just walk away from the computer. A lot of the stories had same or similar story lines, and some of the husbands were either closet sissies or masculine males forced to be sissies. Be subjugated to women seemed to be a constant theme. As I was reading these stories I realized that I was crying all the time. My Harvey! Is this what he wanted? I knew that this is NOT what I wanted. I was not dominant, and to tell you the truth, while I am in contact with some feminine men, like my hairdresser, I am really not comfortable in their presence. They make me feel creepy. I skipped lunch as I could not tear myself away from this site. I also checked the History file and found that there were at least a dozen other similar sites that he visited. By 3 PM I could take no more. I went to the kitchen and made myself a cup of tea with a couple of cookies as I was now starving as I had no lunch. I began to start dinner as Harv usually gets home between 4:30 and 5 PM. While preparing dinner my thoughts were in a whirl. I knew I had to confront my husband when he came home, but how? I thought we shared every thought with each other, but obviously not. What could I say? What could I ask him? I didn't know where to start. When he came in, he did not find me at the door waiting with a martini. When he entered the kitchen, he went to the little bar on the counter and prepared a drink for himself. "Want one?" he asked. "No. Thanks." He looked at me for the first time since he came into the room and asked, "Something wrong? You look like hell." "We will talk about it later." "Can't you tell me now?" Obviously he hasn't a clue as to what I found. "I said, LATER," I snapped. It has been a long time since I was that sharp and angry and it probably came out sharper than I wanted it to, but I was not in the mood to apologize for it. Harv shrugged his shoulders and sat at the kitchen table. We always eat in the kitchen. I served dinner, always family style, and for the first time in years there was no conversation at the dining room table between us. Silence. I am sure that Harv began to worry that something was really wrong. He had never before seen me this upset. After the dishes were done I asked him to join me in the family room and we sat on the sofa facing one another. He said nothing, waiting for me to speak. It took me several minutes to collect my thoughts as to how I wanted to start this conversation. "You left the computer on this morning," I started. "So?" "So. I saw the web page about the fantasies that you seem to have that I was not aware of." Harvey's blood drained from his face. "I just happened to find it by mistake.."he started to say. But I exploded in anger. "Don't bull-shit me, Harv. I checked the history on the computer and found all the other sites you have been visiting. Apparently all this 'work' you have been telling me you have to finish, is just trolling these web pages!" With my revelation, he hung his head and said, softly, "It's only fantasy games, Angel." "Is this what you want? You want to be my maid? My French maid? Or do you want me to fuck you in the ass with a dildo. I am not even sure I know what a dildo is." "No. It's just fantasy," he repeated softly. "Fantasy or no, what I want from you, starting now, is that you will not hold back anything from me. Do you HEAR ME?" I shouted at him. I continued, "If that is your fantasy, then I want to know about it. The one thing I will tell you is that I will NOT be a part of it. I have no interest in having my husband mince around wearing maid's costumes and make-up." "I understand," he said. "Understand what?", I demanded. "I will not hold anything back from you." "And?" I pressed. "And you will be kept out of my fantasies." "In that case," I said more softly, "tell me about your fantasies." And he began to talk. He and I talked for almost two hours. He told me things about himself that I never suspected. He was always my man, my hero. I always looked up to him as my husband and as a man. And I was afraid that this was being taken away from me. My mind raced, 'Maybe I should have left things alone and not opened up this can of worms. Too late now. You can't put it back in the box once its out.' He told me that he was a TV since he was fourteen years old. That for the two years he had his own apartment prior to getting married, that he had a wardrobe and dressed ofetn as a female. That out of fear he never left his apartment so dressed, but wished that he could. He insisted that he thought that his love for me, and he insisted that he does love me, would overcome his desires to dress up, but it hasn't. He insisted (upon mt questioning) that he was not gay and that he never had any feelings for the same sex, only for women. I asked if he would like to start dressing up as he did before. He first denied it, but i pushed him to be honest, and he confessed that he sometimes found it unbearable not being able to pretend to be female. After this session, my head was in a whirl. I told Harv that i was no longer angry with him, but that I needed time to think. I asked that this night he sleep in the guest room. He said he would. I loved my husband and his confession and story of his frustrations sort of melted my coldness. I asked if he would like one of my nightgowns to wear to bed that night, and he nodded his head. He couldn't say it out loud. At our bedroom door, I handed him a nylon nightgown which he took. He leaned over to kiss me, and I pulled back, saying, "Not tonight. Please. Harvey." He went to the guest room, changed into the nightgown, which felt electric to him as it dropped down over his body. Feeling the gown around him, he became sexually aroused and before he was able to go to sleep, found that he had to relieve himself by masturbating. Harvey was also disturbed to realize that while masturbating his thoughts were on his fantasies. In the morning, he went down to breakfast which I usually had waiting for him, and found the kitchen empty. He went upstairs, showered, shaved and got dressed for work. He was ready to leave for work and still my bedroom door was closed. He felt bad that I was so upset that I did not want to face him this morning. And that part of it was true. I was conflicted. The words 'divorce' or 'separation' came into my mind while I was trying to sort things out. Talking to myself, I asked, "Is that what I want?" The answer was 'no' and I realized I need to find some answers, but where to go to get them? I remembered a female classmate at college who was majoring in psycology and looked her up in the phone book. Sure enough, there she was, listed as a Doctor in the yellow pages under 'Psychologists'. I made the call, and was connected to my old classmate, and re-introduced myself. Dr. Cynthia Black remembered me and an appointment was made for 1pm that afternoon. What I found out during the session was that the condition does not go away. Once you are a tv, you are always one. If nothing else, the urge gets stronger as one gets older. Going into therapy would be a waste of money as there are no benefits to it, since there is no cure. My options are simple. Leave or stay. If I stays I might have to relent a bit and give Harvey some latitude. Dr. Cynthia agreed that I did not have to participate or to become part of the fantasy, but warned that was not always easy to do with two people living in the same house. The best news the doctor advised, was that there were no children as yet, so they didn't have to be shielded from Harv's activities, whatever they may be. I asked the doctor as what should I do now? Dr. Cynthia thought that Harvey should be allowed to obtain a wardrobe and experiment by going to either a gay bar or one friendly to tv's. She wasn't sure if Harv had gay tendencies as she did not interview him, but said that I really had to find out before we went any further. And then Dr..Cynthia told me what she thought I should do. She went into detail, and while this was all new to me, I agreed that it was what I must do. By the time Harvey came home, he was nervous. He didn't know what to expect as he had no opportunity to see mebefore he left for work in the morning. As he put his key into the front door lock, he even wondered if I would still be there. He was surprised to smell dinner cooking as soon as he entered the foyer. He hung up his coat and walked directly to the kitchen. At that moment I was pouring his cold martini into his glass as I always had done in the past. And I was smiling. All good news for Harvey. At dinner, I excitedly relating my session with the psychologist and said that she was advising me to give him a test. "A test" What kind of test?" I told him that we were going to shop on-line for a wardrobe for him. Going to stores in town would be too risky, besides, there isn't anything you cannot get on-line. Then, he was going to spend a Saturday night at either a gay bar or a tv hangout so dressed. He was to continue to be honest with me, and he was to report his feelings to me. The doctor thought it would be good for him to mingle with his own kind. Harvey didn't like the term, " his own kind,' but was smart enough to keep his mouth shut. He tried to object, saying that he had never gone out in public and that he knew he wouldn't 'pass'. I said that 'passing' was not the issue, and yes, he was going out, no discussion, period. That Saturday, instead of me going grocery shopping, with Harvey pretending to be doing office work, we went on- line and purchased a dress and shoes. They also purchased a wig. I had a pretty good idea as to what size clothes he would take. the bra, panties and stockings could be purchased locally without anyone paying attention. While looking at the various styles, I found herself discussing the dress styles, wig, and shoes, as if I were talking to another woman. I shook her head as if to clear the thought out of my mind, but it wouldn't go away. The stuff was ordered, and all that was necessary was for it to arrive. In the meantime, we went on-line again and looked for a tv or gay friendly location that was not located in town but nearby. We found one located in an un-incorporated area about 10 miles outside of the city. I thought it would be far enough away so that the chances of Harvey being recognized would be slim. That night, Harvey was allowed back in my , but when he tried to become amorous, I said,"Maybe later, but not now." So we turned over, not facing each other and that is how we slept. Now that the stuff was ordered Harvey began to get excited about the prospects. He knew that his marriage could still be in trouble, but there was nothing he could do about it now. He decided that he would agree without argument to everything I wanted as I seemed to have an agenda as to where I was taking this thing. It was the Saturday a little over two weeks since the discovery. All of the ordered items arrived and were tried on. The purchase of the undergarments and cosmetics we bought locally. For the first time since he was married, I had him shave his entire body. I thinned his eyebrows just a little, mostly removing wild hairs. He still had a real job to go to and that must not be jeopardized. I helped him get dressed and then applied his makeup. In my concentration to get Harv en femme, I did not realize that I was not repulsed by what she saw. His build and facial features would not allow him to 'pass', on the other hand, he no longer looked like a man, either. Somewhere in- between. I selected one of my old leather purses, had him put his wallet in it, after taking out his identification, a hanky, and some cosmetics for touch up. Walking in two inch heels was not new to him, although it has been a long time since he had. But it came back and he found that he stood straighter and looked straight ahead when so dressed. For my part I was sort of pleased with my handiwork. He could sort of look female, if it was dark and you didn't look too closely, I mused. "Do you have a name?" "Name?" "Yes. A female name. You cannot call yourself Harvey. What do you want to call yourself." "I always thought my name should have been Veronica." "Veronica. OK, then, Veronica, let's go." It was decided that I would drive him to the place as he could not take a chance driving so dressed. That I would wait in the car while he socialized and that after three hours, he should come back to the car where I would be waiting for him. After calling the place for directions, I was also told not to come too early as the place didn't start to jump until 11 PM. I pulled into the parking lot at 11:30 and had trouble finding a place to park. The lot was full. I estimated at least fifty or more cars in the lot. The place looked seedy on the outside, and the lot was not lit. The club all by itself with no buildings nearby. Veronica insisted that I come into the bar as it was too dangerous for me to stay in the car by myself. I agreed, and accompanied my husband, now Veronic into the bar. We each had to pay a $10.00 cover charge when entering to pay for the band. Veronica was both excited and afraid when he entered. This was a new experience for him. No longer just a fantasy. Here he was, dressed as a woman, in a place that caters to tv's with his wife was watching. He didn't know what to do or how to act. I found a stool at the bar, and ordered a beer. The bartender put a bottle on the bar, and I asked that he pour it in a glass. I was nervous about this scene as well. I would have liked to order something stronger, but I knew I had to drive home in unfamiliar territory and it was going to be a long night. One can nurse a beer for a long time. I told Vernica to get out and mingle and to forget that I was present. The place was dark. There was a mirrored, glass dome fixture rotating from the ceiling over the dance floor. . There were couples dancing. Mostly men with men, dressed as men. There were a few men dressed as women dancing with men, or with other men dressed as women. Some seemed to be having a good time, some were not. Men would come up to me from time to time while I was at the bar, and when they saw that I was a real female, turned around and walked away. I smiled to herself, thinking, 'I haven't been rejected so much in my life.'. After the first hour, which to me felt like a lifetime, I was watching Veronica clumsily dancing with another man, but looking unhappy, when I heard a female voice. "Pardon me. But aren't you Angela Waddell?" My heart began to pound. I thought, 'My God. We have been so careful, I wonder who this is?' "Remember me? Cheryl. Cheryl Stone. We met at the Catholic Charity Fund Raiser last month. I gave you my phone number but I haven't heard from you," she said. I remembered. I did take her phone number and misplaced it, and then forgot about it. She continued, "I haven't seen you here before. Aren't you married?" "Yes. I am married, and I just stopped in for a beer." I lied. "Are you interested in gays or transsexuals?" "No. I just stopped in to have a beer." "You already said that. I saw you when you first came in. You have a beer and you are not drinking it. Its your husband, isn't it?" "What?" "Its OK. Its my husband, too. See the guy in a dress at that booth with the two men?" she said, pointing where she wanted me to look. "The two guys are trying to get mine to go to the back room." "Back room?" "Oh, yes. The management does not allow any sex acts in the main room because they are always afraid that the State police have undercover men watching. So, they rent out rooms in the back. I think they charge $20.00 for one half hour. With me here, Roberta knows better than to go back there. But when the guys find out he won't do it w they will drop him and look for someone else." "Its all about sex here?" "Didn't you know? This is not only a tv hangout, but a gay bar. Which one is yours?" I pointed to Veronica, who by now got rid of the guy who insisted on dancing and was sitting by himself at a table looking unhappy. No one was approaching him. "That's him." "He doesn't look happy." "No, he doesn't," I agreed. "If I give you my number again, will you promise to call me? I think we have a lot to talk about, and I think you will want to hear what I have to say." "I/m sorry about not calling you before, but I did lose your number and forgot your name. Can I call you in the morning?" "Please do." We were in the bar for only 1 1/2 hours of ourprevious scheduled three hours, when I had enough of the place. I signaled until I caught Veronica's attention and motioned for him to come to me. When he was standing at the bar next to me, I said. "Having fun?" "No. Not really. It wasn't what I expected at all. I have been propositioned at least five times and when I tell them 'no' they have no further interest and walk away. I really would like to go home now. Please?" I don't like to drive at night so I was careful. Also, police cars are always prowling at night and I didn't want to get stopped for some traffic violation, so I was extra careful to stay within the speed limit and to come to a full stop at any traffic light. We did arrive home without incident. Veronica said good night to me, knowing that while dressed he was not allowed to touch me, went to his room, got into a nightie and in his frustration relieved himself through masturbation. Not once, twice. In the morning, it was Harvey who came down to breakfast. He took a long shower and tried to get any trace of makeup and perfume off of his body. While his face was clean, the makeup and scrubbing gave his face a glow, but I said nothing. No-one looking at him and not knowing of his previous night's activities would have any suspicions. "This being Sunday, I thought that Veronica would still be here." I said while they were eating breakfast. "Last night was such a bummer. I had enough of Veronica for now." "But that's not the last of Veronica, is it?" "No. I don't think so." "Well then. Don't throw any of those clothes away. Just put them in the closet in the guest bedroom. That will be Veronica's room." "Yes, dear." We spent the Sunday as we usually did. After breakfast he went into the family room and read the Sunday paper, while I cleaned up the breakfast dishes. I didn't mind these chores, I liked being a housewife and tending to my husband, the breadwinner. I shortly joined him, and read the fashion pages while he read the sports pages. I thought to myself, 'Back to normal. I just hope we don't have to go to that awful place again.'. On Monday,After Harvey left for his office , I waited until ten o'clock before I picked up the phone and called Cheryl. Cheryl asked if I was busy for lunch, and when I said I was free, Cheryl invited me to her house for lunch and a long chat. The Stone's lived only about ten minutes away, and I was pleased to see by the neighborhood and houses, that the Stones seemed to be in a somewhat similar financial condition as we were. I was led right to the kitchen where lunch was already on the table. Tuna salad, croissant rolls ,and sliced ripe tomatoes were on the menu. As we ate, they talked small talk. We each knew that the heavy conversation would come after lunch. Cheryl just put the dirty dishes in the sink, and took me by the hand and led me to the family room. We each found a comfortable chair facing each other. Cheryl began by saying, "Where shall I begin? I was working as an assistant vice-president making a nice salary at a family run corporation. One day I was called into the office of the president. I was frightened as I thought I screwed something up, as this never happened before. With the office door shut, the president made me a propositon. No. Not that kind of proposition. It was an offer. A business offer. He told me that he found out a lot about me, which made me even more nervous. He knew that I was 36 and that I had not steady boyfriend, and even casual dates were few and far between. He told me that he had a son who is 24 and who had a problem. The problem was that he wanted to dress up as a female and he was an embarrassment to the family. Obviously he could not be brought into the family business. The family created a living trust for him and set him up in a house, where he could indulge his fantasies but where his family would not have to deal with him. But he was alone and vulnerable as he needed someone to be with him and see that he is kept safe. I wondered where this conversation was going. The president said that if I would marry him, the family would see that I would never have to worry about finances again. That the day I married his son, I would get what sports people call a signing bonus, and with every year that I stayed married to him a good sum of money would be deposited to my personal account. He told me that if I stayed married to his son for ten years, I would be quite a wealthy woman. I was about to say 'thanks but no thanks' when he implored me to take a few days off with pay and think about it. He gave me his personal telephone number to call when I was ready to talk some more. After a few days I felt that it wouldn't hurt to at least meet this son of his. I called the president and arrangements were made for a 'date'. We met. He was a nice looking boy. For our date he dressed in men's clothes but his actions were quite feminine. He spoke in a man's voice which was not too deep by nature, but used female expressions. I noticed that when he sat in his chair his knees were together and his back was straight , shoulders back as a woman does. We talked about clothes, movies, and celebrity gossip all of which he knew very well. I asked him if he would mind if I saw him dressed as a woman. The next time we met we would stay at his home and he d prepare dinner. When he answered the door he was dressed in a pale pink silk sleeved blouse. He wore a slim floor length skirt, that had a slit on the left side, up to his knee. On his feet were strappy sandals with a three inch heel which I saw he had no difficulty navigating. I didn't realize how long his hair was at our first date, and he had styled it quite lovely. His makeup was expertly applied and except that he was too big to be an ordinary woman, he looked quite nice. I told him so, and asked what I should call him and he said Roberta. He real name was Robert, and I laughingly said that Roberta was a no-brainer, and he seriously informed me, Maybe so, but Roberta is who he was.When I returned home, I realized that for the kind of money that was being offered I could live with Roberta, providing I could change the terms of the contract a bit- more to my liking. I met with the president, told him that I realized that Roberta had no job nor any friends, but that it would be impossible for me to spend 24/7/365 with him (or anybody else) without personal time. I said I would be good to him and even help him in his fantasies, but when I felt I needed to go out by myself, for as many hours as I needed, I should be allowed to. I also wanted a new Mercedes car each year for my personal use. And that all personal expenses, including a nice amount of spending money for myself be given me each week in addition to the money that the trust would be bestowing upon their son's bride to be. The president insisted that I hire a good attorney, that he promised the company would pay for without conflict of interest, so that I would be sure that my interests were protected. We shook hands on the deal and I made the com.itment. So, That is how I wound up with Roberta This is the second year that we are married. This is the house that Roberta's trust purchased for us. Nice, isn't it? Money is no object as long as the family feels Roberta is happy and out of their hair. Some story, eh?" "Is he Roberta all of the time?" I asked. "He insists on being called Roberta even when he is dressed as a male which is not often. Well, not quite a male. He wears blouses instead of shirts, and women's slacks instead of pants, and women's loafers instead of men's. But on those days he doesn't wear makeup or visible jewelry. I know he would like for me to call him 'her' instead of him, and sometimes I do, but I have found it difficult to do so. But he is wearing me down and I guess I will do so some time soon. On the other hand, he really is a nice person. He is kind, considerate. He would do anything to please me. If you research people like him on the computer, they are called 'sub's. Short for submissive. He wants me to be the boss and to tell him what to do. And I find that little by little, it is coming to that" "Where is he? I understand that he rarely leaves the house." "He's upstairs, Playing on the TV web sites, Many I understand you have already found your hubby visiting." "Can I see him?" "Sure. But after you tell my your story, now that you have heard mine." "Ready to hear my story?" "Sure. Fire away." So I brought my new friend Cheryl up to date. Afterwards Cheryl went upstairs and came down with Roberta. I cannot call him 'he'. She was fully dressed. Wearing an nice shirtwaist that fit her nicely. Obviously not a cheap dress. She was appropriately dressed for daytime. She and I shook hands in the feminine manner and she sat down, quite femininely, and we began to converse. We started talking about recipes, and Roberta turns out to be a master cook. I cannot say that it was an unpleasant experience. By the time I left I actually began to like Roberta as a person. I wondered if I could like Veronica in the same way. At my second visit with my therapist I related the story Cheryl and that I met her TV husband, Roberta. "So, either kick him out or make an accommodation. Those were my options. Harvey and I talked for hours. He said he could stop, and I told him that according to the professionals he could not, but that I was willing to go along with it under controlled circumstances" "And they were?" "He could be anybody he wanted for one weekend of every month. The rest of the time I wanted my husband back. I would assist him, and protect him. I, would make sure to drive him when he goes to that bar. He insists that he isn't attracted to other men, but only to me. So, the rule is, he could flirt as Veronica but not have." "So, then what happened." "At first he dressed at home. On Saturday morning I helped him dress and tried to make him look as pretty as I could. When he was a far as I could make him, I left him in the house and I spent the day going to the movies or shopping or visiting my parents. There is no way that he can go out in public so dressed. I have heard of men who can pass undetected and I have seen hundreds of pictures of guys who look better than we do on the web, but he cannot. I have also seen hundreds of pictures of men in dresses that cannot pass, and they all look unhappy. Come to think of it, I have yet to see a man in his French maid uniform that was smiling. They all look so sad." "So, to continue. I figure that to save the marriage, I do love him, I can give up one weekend a month. He needs it and when he is Veronica, he is really quite nice. I can tell by the end of the fourth week, however, that he is starting to get tense and has to be Veronica very shortly." "I would really hope that Roberta and Veronica could become friends. I hate that place and I know Roberta does too. If he had a friend that was just like him to spend that special weekend with it might make all the difference in the world. To both of them." "I hadn't thought of that. How can we get them together?" "Tell you what. Its a month until the next special weekend. Why don't you plan to come to my house for dinner. By then I will tell Roberat that I want him to meet Veronica and I will also tell him how we know each other. I won't leave anything out. Let's mark our calendars and talk about it later. Oh, I feel like I have made a new friend, Cheryl." "Me, too." There being not much left to say, they hugged, said goodbye and Angel left for home. On the drive home, she was smiling. She now had a plan that might work. When Harvey came home from work and we were talking after dinner, I outlined my plan as to his having one weekend per month to be Veronica. He liked the idea. He would have settled for even one day as long as I would participate. He was happy to have a full weekend to be who he had to be. The Friday night before the special weekend, I told him about the dinner date at the Stone's house on Saturday the next night. I told him about Roberta and that she hoped that Harv would like him as a friend. "I cannot go there dressed, honey," he protested. "Tell you what. Wear whatever you like, but pack a suitcase for Veronica. Put it in the trunk of the car. See what happens. I won't force you to do anything you don't want to do." Cheryl opened the door when they rang the bell precisely at 6PM. She was dressed in her usual jeans outfit, as was I. We greeted each other with warm hugs and were invited in. Standing behind Cheryl was Roberta. He was wearing a pale yellow satin blouse and a long, to the floor skirt. The skirt was also yellow with pale red roses. The skirt had a slit to her knee. On his feet were cork wedge sandals with a two inch heel and a one inch sole. His hair was in ringlets and his face was fully made up. Along with the clothes were accessories. In addition to his necklace,a ladies watch, bracelets. There were rings on four fingers of each hand. He wasn't pretty. but he didn't look like much of a man, either. He greeted me with a hug, but took Harvey's hand in his and said, "I was hoping you would have come dressed." I said. "He was too shy, but he does have a bag in the car." "Silly," Roberta admonished him . "Go fetch it. I will help you. It will be fun. You'll see." Reluctantly Harvey went and got his suitcase and when he returned, Roberta took him by the hand and led him upstairs, saying. "You girls talk. We will be down in about a half hour. I made some drinks. Honey, why don't you pour one for Angel?" Harvey didn't like his hand being held by a man, but things were going so fast and he didn't want to offend, so he allowed himself to be led to Roberta's bedroom. Cheryl and I talked small talk for about 1/2 hour when the 'girls' came into the room. When they arrived on the first floor, Roberta announced, "I introduce my new friend, Veronica. C'mon, girl, let the girls take a look at you." Shyly, Veronica entered the room, and both Cheryl and Angel clapped their hands in appreciation. His dress came down to mid-knee and Roberta lent him enough jewelry that he looked well. Again, not a pretty girl, not quite a man, either. He twirled for the wives and then Roberta told him, "C'mon, girl. We have to get dinner on the table." And they went into the kitchen. "Girl?" I asked. "What else would you call her? You will find that you will be referring to them both in the feminine gender. It is so easy to fall into the habit, and it is hard to call them 'him' when they don't look like a 'him'. Cheryl and me went into the dining room and sat at the table. It was set for four places and had a beautiful flower centerpiece. Veronica and Roberta entered the dining room with a plate full of salad in each hand. They served their wives first and then they sat at the table. Roberta poured wine for everyone and Cheryl made a toast, "To the girls." The entree was served the same way. After dinner the genetic girls went to the family room while the 'girls' cleaned up the dining room and kitchen and prepared coffee to go with the dessert. "I thought that you were going to make dinner." I started said to Cheryl. "Oh, no. This day is all Roberta's. She does it all. Wait until you taste the chocolate The dinner was perfect. The 'girls' made sure that their wives were served first before they sat at the table. Afterwards Cheryl and me went to the family room while the 'girls' cleaned up. On the way home, Veronica commented how much she liked her new friend and hoped that they could get together again. And that it was a much better evening than that awful bar, and much safer, too. I could not help but agree. When Cheryl came for lunch on Monday, we first decided that the 'girls' should see each other each time Veronica had her girly time. That we would alternate between the two houses. So the next time would be at my house. Monday morning Harvey was back. He left for his office at the usual time, and I was left to my chores before Cheryl came. I noticed subtle changes in Harv's personality and actions. For one thing, he was much happier. He now hummed while he got dressed, was far more attentive to me, and reported that his sales figures jumped by 15%, increasing his income accordingly. He reported that his customers are now reporting that they are relating to him on a higher level than before. Harv was decidedly more gentle in the bedroom. He was now more interested in seeing to it that I was ready before he penetrated me, and was not only gentle but tried to make sure that I was enjoying the experience. Afterwards, I realized that instead of turning over and falling asleep after the consummation as he previously did, he now took me in his arms and cuddled.. The one thing that I did not like was that his body was now shaven and free of hair. While Harvey was not particularly hairy, I liked the feel of his masculine hair. I liked to twist little bunches of his chest hair in my fingers. The softness of his shaven body reminded me of his femininity. I quickly bought him long sleeved, long pants pajamas. That helped. Over the next several weeks, I saw more changes in Harvey. In the past when he returned from work, I always had his martini ready and he sipped it and watched TV in the family room while I finished preparing dinner. He came into the kitchen only to eat dinner when I called. He now started to bring his martini into the kitchen and sit at the table telling of his day He surprised me by listening to me telling of my day. Harv previously did not seem to want to engage me in conversation and exchange stories. Soon, he asked if he could help me prepare dinner. He started out chopping and slicing the salad vegetables, and soon he was doing the salads by himself. I delegated him to watch the vegetables so they don't overcook. He seemed eager to learn and before I realized it, he was helping with the preparation of the entree as well. For the first time in our married life, Harvey helped doing the dishes. He started out by bringing the dirty dishes to the sink and wiping the pots and pans and putting them away. After I rinsed the dirty dishes he stacked them in the dishwasher. After dinner, the old Harvey would have control of the TV remote. Whatever Harvey wanted to watch was what was on the screen. I realized that he was now asking me what programs I would prefer. Instead of sports, or 'Law and Order, we found themselves watching "Dancing with the Stars". award shows, and re-runs of "The Golden Girls." Our conversations was on the clothes the women were wearing. I am not a fool. I realized that Harv was merely exposing his feminine side, but I also realized that I enjoyed having things of mutual interest to talk about. And if it is Hollywood gossip, or beautiful gowns, why not? . The old rules of male/female relationships seemed to have gone out the window. I recognized that much of it was due to Harvey not having to hide his femininity at least to me. I remembered Cheryl telling me at some point that positive things came out of this relationship. I promised myself, that I would respond in kind. That I would try to be more understanding of Harv as he has become with me. The next month it was our turn to host. The week previous to the Saturday I noticed an excitement building in Harv. He wanted to prepare the meal all by himself. . I told Harvey that I no longer minded when he became Veronica.. I also told him that I was aware of how much nicer the new Harvey was. When he heard this, even though he was dressed as Harvey, he grabbed me and hugged her and kissed me gently on the lips. I began to realize that Harv's personality was splitting into two people. There was Harvey, the successful stockbroker who looked and acted as he always did, and then there was the person who came home from work. Gentler and more compassionate. Call it feminine, she thought to herself, call it anything you want, but it is much nicer than before. I like the new Harvey. For Harvey's part, he was even more successful in his job than before, His manager noticed his different approach to his clients, and the positive results that it brought to the company as well as to him. He made a mental note that if this keeps up, Harvey will be tagged for a promotion to management. But Harvey knew that he was playing a role. He was playing it well, but a role it was. He was on cloud nine that he could express his femininity at home (and to the Stone's) even when he wasn't dressed up, but he wished that he could be Veronica 100% of the time. He also realized that was a fantasy that would never come to pass. He needed to make a living, and even if he didn't, he could not pass as a female. On the Friday night before the get-together, Harv and Angel discussed the menu that Harv suggested. I made a few minor suggestions, but for the most part left it as he suggested. After all, he was going to be the host(ess). We made a list of needed supplies and went shopping. I could not remember the last time that Harvey went grocery shopping with me. The old Harvey considered that 'women's work'. Well, maybe it is, but Harv has become a secret woman. For my part she I became much happier person as well. I found that having mutual interests with my husband was so much more satisfying than the separation of male-female duties. In anticipation of the party, and with my helping in making the selections, Harvey bought a long hostess skirt. It was to his ankles and full skirted. Along with it he purchased a sleeveless satin shell with a scoop collar line. Angela thought that this style of blouse would make his shoulders look smaller. He also purchased new shoes from Payless on-line. He found they are a great store for TV's as they carry large sizes in women's shoes. He purchased new flats. He found out, as Roberta cautioned him, that one has to be careful when wearing heels on the carpet. Veronica's surprise was the chastity device that I had him put on. He was reluctant at first, but when I insisted he slipped it on and clicked the little lock shut. There was no key, but I said I had it. He was told it would prevent his penis from becoming erect and spoiling the 'look' and further he would now have to pee sitting down. When he asked how long he had to wear it, the answer he got from me was a shrug of my shoulders and a smile. He was also told that Roberta was now wearing one as well. On Saturday, I found herself offering to help Veronica prepare the dinner and set the table. An offer that Veronica happily accepted. He was surprised when he realized that I, who previously made no pretense that I didn't like seeing Veronica dressed, now accepted Veronica as to whom she pretended to be. happy. They spent the rest of the day with each other as two girls would, and at 4 PM Veronica went upstairs to get ready for her guests. She bathed in rose scented water, shaved the stubble off her body, and for fifteen minutes, just relaxed in the hot, soapy water. She wore her peignoir afters he dried and applied lotion to her body. Without haste she donned her black, smoky nylon thigh-highs. A white, lacy bra, that pushed up the fat around her breast and make small mounds. One balled up tissue in each cup completed the look. She began to apply her makeup while sitting at the vanity when I walked in. I offered to help with her makeup but she wanted to complete it by herself. All I did was to suggest that he applied it lightly. Too much makeup would look garish. Veronica did ask me to help him style his new wig. He purchased a human hair wig that had the feel of one's own hair when worn. It needed to be styled and brushed and I said she would be happy to do it. It took me about fifteen minutes with the brush, hair spray can, and a few bobby pins before I was satisfied. While working on Veronica's hair, in my concentratioln, I did not even think that it was my husband. This person was becoming Veronica to me. A person called Veronica. I gave her a sign of approval and then went to my bedroom to get ready. There being nothing more to do before her guests came, Veronica went downstairs to wait for them. She found herself mildly hyperventilating in anticipation, and had to take several deep breathes to calm herself down. But she was happy and content. She was not ready to make this confession to her me, but she felt that inside of her, Veronica was who she was meant to be. When I came down about ten minutes before the Stones' were due, I went and re-parked one of the two cars in the enclosed garage on the street and left the overhead garage door open so the Stone's could drive in. I then waited until they arrived and drove into the garage. When they parked and shut off the motor, I pressed the button to shut the garage door. This way, Roberta would not have to chance being seen by any curious neighbors. Roberta was wearing a short dirndl skirt with suspenders over a white blouse. And on his feet were knee high velvet boots with a two inch heel. He looked so European! Perfect! Veronica was at the door to greet her guests, and hugged them both warmly in greeting and they hugged her back in return. As before Cheryl and me left the cooking and serving to the two 'girls' They were so busy and they failed to realize that they didn't offer us the drinks. Veronica hurried to the family room and found that wel found the pitcher and helped ourselves. Both Cheryl and Roberta complimented Veronica on how she was dressed, and in response she twirled, allowing the skirt to whirl about her, grinning all the time. Veronica donned a white frilly hostess apron while in the kitchen and soon dinner was served. As it was the previous month, the dinner and dessert went well. Cheryl and I retired to the family room after dinner as before. The 'girls' cleaning up. Cheryl and me became fast friends and told each other everything that happened in each other's houses. So Cheryl was aware that I was happier with the new situation than I thought would be possible, especially considering my attitude about it at the beginning. Now, I am comfortable seeing Veronica and interacting with her. She is comfortable with Harvey as well, and she realizes that Harvey is also interacting with her in the same way as if she were dressed as Veronica. I began to realize that Iwas able to separate the two as individual people, and that I often find that I prefer the company of Veronica. When I mentioned this toCheryl she agreed and said she understood, as the same thing happened to her. When they were finished in the kitchen and rejoined the ladies, I said, "Why don't you two sissies go upstairs and see Veronica's room. You can stay up there if you like, we don't mind. Do you mind, Cheryl?" "No. Go on, you two. We really want you to get to know each other better.' Impulsively, Veronica took Roberta's hand and they walked up the stairs hand in hand. Veronica had to use her other hand to lift the skirt from the floor as to not trip over it. TV's insist that they are heterosexual and have no interest in other men. But if you feel you are a woman, and are kissing someone who also feels that he is a woman, does that make you gay? Or does that make you a lesbian? The foresight of Cheryl and me installing chastity devices on our husbands was paying off. They would have involved in sexual contact if they were not wearing them. Soon it was time for the guests to say goodnight. Plans were made for the following month to be at Cheryl and Roberta's house. During the next few weeks, I noticed another change in Veronica's behavior. When we were watching TV I found Veronica crying. Not just watery eyes, but tears rolling down her cheeks. "Are you crying?" He nodded while reaching for a Kleenex from the box on the side table. "Why are you crying?" "The show is so beautiful, it is making me cry." I had never seen Harvey cry except perhaps at the rare time we had to attend a funeral. The most would be that his eyes would tear a little, but cry? No way. And now he would cry for any little mishap such as dropping a dish and having it break on the floor. During these times I would take him in my arms and talk soothingly to him until he recovered. Unfortunately, he could not stop crying even at the office. His manager called him in to talk to him behind closed doors. "Something wrong at home, Harv?" "No, Frank. Why do you ask?" "Well, I have seen you crying, and the other guys have noticed it too. Are you all right?" "Oh, yes. I guess I am a little emotional lately." "You're not having a breakdown, are you?" "No, sir. I'm all right." "Tell you what, It's Tuesday. Take the rest of the week off and get some rest. See you on Monday. I will see that one of the other guys will cover for you. You are too valuable to the office for me to lose you. You have become the second largest producer in the office and are gaining on number one. I want you healthy. See you on Monday." With that, Harvey had no choice but to go home. I was surprised when he came in the door at 11 AM. He told me the story, I did not realize that Harvey was crying at the office as well. I made him go upstairs to take a nap, and when he was out of earshot I called his office and spoke with his boss. Arrangements were made to meet at a coffee shop near the office at 1 PM. I left a note for Harvey and soon left the house for the meeting. We had met several times previously at office party functions so Il got down to business as soon as we had their coffees in front of them. "Harvey is not having a breakdown, Frank. He doesn't need a vacation. As a matter of fact, he needs to go to work." "What about all this crying crap?" "Can I tell you a secret? But you have to promise that what I tell you does not reach the office." "Sure." "No. I mean it, Frank. I want your promise." "OK, I promise." "Harvey is getting in touch with his feminine side." "What? I didn't know he had a feminine side." "Well, he does. You have to admit that he is doing a better job with the clients the last few months." "No question about that." "That's the reason." "Cheryl, I can't have him crying all the time. He will become the laughing stock of the office. I had plans for him for management and now I don't know if I can propose him for that to the home office." "Listen, Frank. All of his business is done over the phone, isn't it?" "Yes, but..." "Is there any reason he cannot work from home?" "The only reason is that it has never been done before." "Is that a good enough reason? He can do the same job, maybe even better if he can do it from home and still explore his femininity." "Just how feminine are we talking about?" "Enough." I admitted. Frank said he would have to clear it with the home office but that he didn't know why it wouldn't work. The fact that Harvey was a big producer would help in the argument with the bosses. The next day Frank called and said that he got the approval. Arrangements were made for two special phone lines to be installed and his office computer with his files, brought to my house and set up. When I told Harvey about the new arrangement, he was ecstatic. He had begun to dread going to the office as he was unable to control his emotions anymore. It also meant that Harvey did not have to make the 45 minute commute each way, each day. It also meant that Harvey did not have to put on his suit and tie and pretend to be someone he no longer felt he was. After a few weeks it was established that Harvey was able to service his clients even better than before. He no longer had to hide his language to 'macho talk' but allowed himself to talk with more sensitivity. He would never have to go to the office again. The bosses were satisfied, the clients were satisfied, and Harvey was happy, and making more money than ever before. But he was also spending a lot on Veronica. He bought boots like Roberta had and spent $250.00 for them. He wanted the boots even though there was no place he could wear them. I began to watch him carefully as he was slyly doing things that I did not want him to do. One was the barber shop. It has been six weeks since he went to the barber shop and his hair did not look trim as it usually did. I decided that Veronica should no longer drive as he was sort of doing things without concentrating. So I chided him for not getting barbered and drove him to the shop. He was now dependent upon me to take him anywhere he needed to go. At first he felt odd being in the passenger seat, but it soon became that he just got into that side whenever we had to go somewhere. When it came to home finances suddenly Harvey found it difficult to balance the checkbook, and keep track of the finances, and I decided take it over. One evening after I reconciled the bank statement I called him into my home office and told him he was spending too much on himself. Even though he was making more money than ever, we weren't getting ahead. I pointed out the amount he spent on Veronica that month and it was almost $1500.00. That included a new $500.00 wig that he only wears one weekend a month and boots that he can't wear except outdoors, except that he does not go outdoors when dressed. And Harvey began to weep, blubbering that he was sorry. I realized that Harvey was becoming empty headed and started to do things rashly without thinking of the consequences, and told him that from here on I must approve any purchases that he makes on-line. Since he is no longer driving, I would be present when any purchases are made at local stores. This time I did not comfort him when he sobbed as Idid in the past as I felt Harvey must learn this lesson and respect my decisons. This session also made me realize that like it or not, any important decisions that are to be made from this point on will have to be made by me. What was strange was that instead of hurting his business, it increased. I never realized how many rich widows or divorcees were out there who needed to find a compassionate broker and take care of their estate. And it turned out to be Harvey. Outside of his work, which he obviously did competently, Veronica was focused on only feminine chores, even when not dressed. He no longer had any desire to golf, or to be with his male buddies as before. He no longer watched sports or the news. He only picked up the newspaper to read the fashion, home section, or to read the ads for women's clothing. He had time to go on-line and read the fictional TV stories. Some he liked, a lot he didn't. Suddenly I found that I was in charge of the television remote. Whatever I wanted to watch was what he said he wanted to watch I noticed that there were never any spats or disputes in the house anymore. Previously there were differences of opinion about many topics and usually I gave in to Harvey. But I now noticed that with every passing day, Harvey agreed with whatever I suggested. He was submissive. Where to go, what show to see, where to shop, who to see. Whatever I wanted, was all right with Harvey. I was careful not to become a dominant, so as not to feed a fantasy of Harvey's. I tried to see that the decisions were equal, but Irealized that was the number one equal. Whatever I asked Harvey to do, he agreed to do it without any argument. In the brokerage business, the day starts at 8 in the morning, but by two it is all over. Occasionally there was need to talk to a client after hours but not often. This left Harvey with his afternoons free. At first he helped me in the kitchen, then he occasionally prepared dinner, then we rotated days as to who would make dinner, and soon, I found that I abdicated any responsibility for making dinner. Ihad to confess that he had become a better cook that I ever was, and that it was always served more beautifully. He never complained about having to clean the kitchen afterwards while I relaxed in the family room watching television. I realized that little by little, Harvey was taking over the household and there was little for me to do. He didn't dress up except for the monthly get-togethers with the Stones. But that doesn't mean that he didn't want to, and I knew it too. Soon I realized that I would have to get out of the house from sheer boredom. So I lookedand found a job at my dentist's office as receptionist/secretary, keeper of the records, file clerk and bookkeeper. It would pay me $700.00 a week. More importantly, it would give me something meaningful to do. I came home and told Harvey about it, and he said he was glad for me. My hours approximated Harvey's and I would phone him about 2PM each working day to get a list of supplies that Harvey needed for that day's meal. I found that it gave me a reason to get up in the morning, as Harvey, little by little, took over running the house.. As for Harvey, he found it easy to slip into a blouse and skirt during his working hours but made sure to change back before I came from work. As I said, I am no fool. I saw traces of lipstick on Harvey from time to time and suspected correctly what was going on. On Saturdays Cheryl and I met for the day and traded stories about what was going on at our respective households. Of course the main topic was the 'girls'. We were pleased that the two boys found one another. We discussed how they sometimes spent hours on the phone talking to each other about fashions and recipes. They also agreed that each one was, day by day, falling deeper into complete femininity. What was a major topic was that neither one would ever be able to 'pass' on the outside. That unless they were dressed as males, they could not leave the house. Cheryl and me didn't particularly care if they did or not, but it restricted their ability for freedom and they discussed what they could do about it. "They are not women. They never talked to us about hormones or surgery. We agree that their plumbing still works when we want to be intimate." Cheryl said at lunch. "Except for when I drive him to the store or barber shop he never leaves the house. I don't think that is good for him." "Remember we called them sissies when they first met?" "Oh, yes. That was funny, wasn't it?" "Maybe its not that funny. We can't take them out as women, but we can take them out as sissies." "What's the difference?" "Well, a sissy, regardless of how he is dressed, is a man. A man with exaggerated feminine mannerisms, but is always referred to as a man in public. A sissy man." "Wouldn't that be humiliating for them?" "It would be, unless we train them to be proud to be a sissy." "I don't know, Cheryl, I have to think about this one." "Can I make another suggestion?" "Sure." "Let up on Harvey. He is home all the time. He is still managing to make a nice living and seems able to continue to do so. Let him be Veronica from time to time. Also, use your chastity key and let him out. You know, have sex with him." "I have to think about that, too," I said. . That night when Harvey and me were watching a re-run of a sad chick-flick, with tears streaming down Harvey's face I said to Harvey, "Why don't you go upstairs and put on your gown and slippers, Veronica? We can watch the movie as two girls. Would you like that?" "I'll be right down." Harvey said without hesitation and happily went upstairs to change. She shortly came downstairs wearing the clothes that I suggested, and was also wearing his slippers with a one inch heel. On his head was a cloth turban. On his lips was just a trace of lipstick, and the faint odor of Channelle cologne was evident. I patted the sofa next to me indicating that Veronica should sit next to me and we watched the movie together, holding hands. That night I unlocked the chastity device and we made love with Veronica on her back in the passive position. I found that by controlling the situation, I was able to not have Veronica cum until I was ready to cum myself. I found that the sex was great. Veronica said the same thing. Afterwards, being sweaty and smelly, we showered together, something we haven't done in a long time and I told her to put on a fresh gown. When Veronica did,she kissed me and was walking to his room. "You can sleep with me tonight, Veronica," I said. "Dressed like this?" "It doesn't matter to me anymore. Come to bed." Veronica crawled into bed, and allowed himself to be taken into my arms and that is how we fell asleep. And we both slept soundly until the morning when we had to get up and get to work. That night, after he cleaned up the dishes, he went upstairs and changed to his gown and peignoir without my suggesting it. During a commercial break, I said, "Do you realize how long its been since we have been to a movie or restaurant outside of the house. We never go anyplace anymore." Veronica stayed silent and waited for me to continue. "I know you want to go out as a female, and I feel sorry for you that you cannot. But Cheryl and I have talked about this and we have come up with a solution." "What's that?" "You have to become a sissy, not female. That way we can go out in public and do things like other couples do. I would like to see a play from time to time, or a movie on the wide screen." "I still can dress as Harvey." "You are not really Harvey anymore, are you?" Veronica stayed silent and I went on. "Here's the deal. No wigs, no long hair, no bras. You will get a man's haircut and keep it trimmed at all times. You will wear your feminine panties, and I want to keep you in the chastity belt. I will teach you to wear makeup that is fitting for a sissy. Just a pale lipstick, foundation and mascara. I want you to have your eyebrows shaped. And no skirts or dresses, but the pants you wear will be ladies pants. Of course, sissies will have their purse with them at all times. Oh, it might be fun." "What about all my dresses?" "You can still wear them at home or when we are with Cheryl and your friend Roberta. "But Angela. I will be so humiliated. Please don't make me do this." "Humiliation can only occur if you are not proud of who you are. Besides, what if I gave you permission to wear your pretty clothes at home all of the time. You would like that, wouldn't you?" I knew that I was now in charge and that Harvey was no longer able to refuse any request I would make. "I want you to be proud to be a sissy. You would have no problem going out as a woman wouldn't you?" "Only if I could pass." "Well you can't pass, so I think sissy is the way to go." Meekly, Harvey said, "If you think it best." "The good news Harvey, is that your friend Roberta is going to be a sissy also. So you still will have your sissy friend." Harvey knew that later he would be having a long talk with his friend by phone. I began by instilling in Harvey the thoughts that he was proud to be a sissy. I knew that there would be a transition period before he would truly accept this status. I also told him that it has been too long since I have seen my parents and that after he becomes comfortable being a sissy that we would travel to their home in Florida to visit them. Harvey was concerned but was unable to say 'no', There is a theory that the best way to teach a child to swim is to throw him into the pool. Standing by to see that the child doesn't drown but, however clumsily, allow the child to swim back to safety. That is the method that Cheryl and me chose for our husbands. The next Saturday morning when I didn't have to go to work I told Harvey how I wanted him to dress that day. He wore nylon panties over his device, a soft yellow tailored blouse tucked into beige woolen slacks. The slacks had elastic around the waist for easy fitting, and of course had no pockets. He donned black, knee high nylons, which he slipped into women's loafers with no pronounced heel. The loafers if you didn't look closely could be uni-sex. Ishowed him how to make up his face. His lashes extended a little with the special mascara and darkened them black. I then powdered his face wi