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Jack and Maria Olsen thought they had it all. They were married for fifteen years and still in love with one another. They had a lovely three bedroom home in a nice suburb of Chicago, Illinois, and because they both decided to concentrate on their careers, had no children. Jack was 43 and Maria was 41. They worked as a team in real estate sales, primarily single family homes. And while they were working long hours and had little time for recreation, they enjoyed what they were doing particularly when between the two of them they were pulling in over six figures annually. In their market the biggest problem was finding inventory to sell. Once you got the listing, provided it was reasonably, and with the loose mortgage requirements, it was an easy sale. But then the bubble burst and the real estate market crashed in 2008. All of a sudden nothing moved. Unless you paid cash, and there were none of those around, a mortgage to purchase a home simply wasn't available. In one fell swoop, their income went to zero. They went on unemployment insurance but that is enough to pay only your living expenses, and is not designed to pay for your own home mortgage nor the car lease payments. And like so many others in real estate they soon found themselves in default. Maria, through the help of one of her friends and because her college degree was in library science, was able to get a position with the village at the library. Compared to what she made previously it wasn't much....$33,000 annually. But it was better than nothing. Maria had to work from Wednesday to Friday from 2 PM to 10. She also had to work Saturday and Sunday for their full shift. Being the new hire, she knew she would be assigned the worst hours. But in real estate, hours don't matter, so she was used to it. Also the job wasn't particularly demanding and her co-workers were very nice. Jack, on the other hand, was having a hard time. Unemployment was rampant and each month's numbers were getting worse. Nobody was hiring, and those who had jobs were worried about being able to keep them. There was nothing for him to do. He spent each day pounding the pavement, scouring the internet and trying to network, all to no avail. In the meantime, past due notices for unpaid bills were stuffing the mailbox and notification of foreclosure proceedings were already received. He spoke to the car dealer and he agreed to temporarily accept partial payments in exchange for not pulling the van. The only reason he did so was because he was getting so many cars returned that he didn't need the extra inventory. All of a sudden America is in a recession. People call it a recession when someone else is out of work, but when you are out of work it is a depression. Jack and Maria spent hours at the kitchen table trying to figure out a plan to create some income. After a long time the only thing that they noticed that had regular employment was the van that regularly drove by their house with a decal on the door that said, "Molly Maids". It was filled with women who cleaned houses. At the end of the day, one could see them standing at the curb waiting to be picked up. One morning Jack innocently remarked, 'Maybe I could clean houses. It would be something." Maria, at first, laughed and said, "What do you know about cleaning houses?" "Nothing, but I could learn." "Jack, there isn't a woman that I know that would think that a man could clean their house to their satisfaction. Do you see any men in the Molly Maid van? No. They are all women. Cleaning houses is women's work." "Yeah. I guess you are right," he said. The subject was dropped but the thought wouldn't leave Jack's mind. It took another week of past due notices. Then the phone began to ring with demands from creditors for payment. Things were getting desperate. Maria's salary was barely enough to get by, let alone make any headway on the past due bills. It was Maria who came up with the suggestion. "Jack. I have been thinking about the house cleaning business. I checked around and find that the Molly Maids are charging $120.00 per house. If we did it for $100.00 a house, I bet we could get some business." "Assuming that I could do that, that would bring in $500.00 a week. It might be enough to stave off foreclosure and make some headway." "What if you did two houses a day? That would bring in $1,000. a week." "Yeah. But this is all conjecture. You said that women only want a woman to clean their house." "I've been thinking about that too, Jack. What if you did it as a woman?" "A woman? What are you, nuts?" he demanded. "Yes. A woman. And I am not nuts. You don't have to be a pretty woman in order to clean houses. And I don't think your college degree will benefit you as a house-cleaner, either. I have been giving this some thought, Jack. Hear me out. "First of all you will have to learn how to clean a house properly. I can help you with that. You come from a Swedish background. I thought that you could pretend to be a Swedish immigrant. Do you think you could do that?" "Why would I have to?" "So that your conversations would be short and the risk of exposure would be minimized." "Risk of exposure to what?" "That you are not a female." "Do you really want me to try this?" "Jack. We know that our marriage is falling apart. It is well known that the main cause of divorces is as a result of financial problems. And you have to agree that we have financial problems." "Assuming that you are correct, Maria, how would I start?" "I'm ahead of you on this, Jack. I spoke to my hairdresser about this." "You talked to someone else about this plan?" "Yes. I know he is gay,but he is willing to help us out. He says that he wants to meet with us and he will determine if he can make you look like you could pull it off. What do you say? What have we got to lose? It's not like you don't have the time." The owner of the shop was known to Maria as she was a patron of his for many years. She still goes to the salon to get a trim and comb-out from time to time, but to conserve expenses Maria began to do her own manicures and hair sets. That doesn't mean that she wasn't still friendly with Aubrey. He agreed to meet with Jack and Maria at his shop on a Saturday night after he closed at 6 PM. They arrived just as the last customer was leaving. Aubrey greeted them warmly, offered them coffee and then they began to talk. Maria explained the reason for Jack to impersonate a female and it made sense. Aubrey then closely inspected Jack's face, and took his measurements. After a bit he sat down and told them that while he would not be pretty As a female he could become a middle-aged woman. "Can you speak in a Swedish accent?" Aubrey asked. "Yah. I kin do dat," Jack responded. Involuntary, both Maria and Audrey clapped their hands and exclaimed, "That's perfect." "Vat do you vant me to say?" Jack continued. "You can't be called Jack, you know. You need a feminine name," Audrey said. They played around with various names, many of them they discarded as being too sophisticated. Then Audrey said, "Listen to me. If you are serious about this, the whole thing intrigues me. Would you be willing to immerse yourself for two to three weeks to live completely as Emma, what is your last name?" "Olsen." "Yes. Olsen. Live completely as Emma Olsen. If you are, then I will take a two week vacation from the shop and work with you 24/7. By the time you are through I want you to become Emma Olsen." "Aubrey, what is in it for you?" "Let's say it's a reversal of 'My Fair Lady'. To take a straight, obviously educated heterosexual male and turn him into an immigrant Swedish cleaning lady. I think it would be a hoot. My friends would, too." Jack looked at Maria and said, "What do you think, hon?" "Would you give it your best?" she asked. "We have got to save our home and start living again. Yes. I will do it." Audrey wrote down his home address on a piece of paper and handed it to Jack. He turned to Maria and asked, "Are you OK with this? I want him to live with me for a minimum of two weeks. Maybe more. During that time I don't want there to be any contact between you two. No Emails, twitter, tweets, no nothing. When he returns he will be Emma Olsen and ready to start his business cleaning houses. You know, my customers ask me all the time if I know of a good cleaning lady. I can also be the source of getting you a lot of business. You know I am gay, and I know that you are not. I promise that there will be nothing on my part that you will be uncomfortable with." Both Jack and Maria nodded in agreement. "Tomorrow is Sunday. Be at my house at 8AM. We have a lot to do before we even start. Just bring your toothbrush. I will furnish everything else you may need. By the way, what do you know about cleaning houses?" "Not much, I'm afraid," Jack admitted. "Well, that will be part of your training. I can not only clean a house, but I know how it should be done. Part of your training will be on how to do it. Oh, this is going to be so fun." That night in the quiet of their bedroom they made passionate love. Each knew that it would be at least several weeks before they were in contact with each other, and there was some fear. Fear about what may be. What did Audrey mean when he said I would become an immigrant cleaning lady? Jack slept fitfully during the night, and got out of bed at 5:30. Earlier than what he wanted, but he was too nervous to stay in bed any longer. He showered, shaved, dressed and then went down to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee. He sipped it while eating a brioche, and as he was finishing, Maria came in. Smilingly, she said, "Good morning, Emma." Picking up on it, Jack replied, "Yah. Gut morning to you, missus." She went over to him, hugged him and whispered, "Are we doing the right thing? " "I don't know. But we have to do something, don't we?" And with that he left for Aubrey's home. Aubrey greeted Jack wearing a full length dressing gown. He did something with his hair that made it look feminine and was wearing light makeup. "I hope you don't mind how I am dressed," he said. "Actually, Aubrey, you look very nice." "Thank you, Emma. By the way,when I am at home, my friends call me Audrey. Will you do that? From this moment on, I will be calling you by that name. I want your brain to accept that as your name, so that if anyone calls out, 'Emma', you will know that they are referring to you. I also will be referring to you in the feminine gender. You are to become Emma Olsen. Are you ready?" "As ready as I will ever be," Emma replied. The first thing that Audrey did was to sit Emma down and proceed to show her how to don makeup. Not too much. Mascara, but no eyeshadow. Audrey shaped Emma;s brows so they were arched but not too thin. Emma was not going to be a model, but she was going to look like a woman. He then proceeded to give Emma a manicure and shape her nails, but kept them quite short. He buffed the nails until they had a shine similar to clear polish. Emma said she didn't know that nails would look that nice by just buffing them. By this time Audrey made them a light lunch and they proceeded to the mall. Audrey changed to a skirt and blouse and looked every bit a woman. Emma had no hesitation going with Audrey as she looked completely female. All the way to the mall, Audrey was talking to Emma, reinforcing that name in Emma's subconscious mind. The first stop was at the earring boutique where Emma's ears were pierced and a gold colored stud was inserted in each ear. They then went into JC Penney department store where several pair of women's jeans were purchased. They had trouble finding jeans that fit as Emma did not have the waist or hips for them. Finally they found several pair that would do and purchased them. Emma mentioned that she did not have a credit card, as hers was already maxed out. Audrey said, "I will advance all the money you will need, if you promise to pay me back when you are on your feet." Of course Emma made that promise and they proceeded to shop. What was surprising to Emma was that she was not uncomfortable going out with Audrey. As Jack, he was not a homophobic person, but on the other hand he had little or no contact with gays in his daily life. Yet, she accepted Audrey as a female when she was dressed as one. Blouses, sweaters, two pair of women's New Balance shoes for work, and one pair of women's black shoes with a 2" heel. Nightgowns, bedroom slippers. Audrey had taken all Emma's body measurements so it was just a case of picking out what you needed. Four padded bras with a C+ cup. Audrey told Emma that she was to be sort of buxom and that would go well with her general build. Several skirts and one nice dress. They also bought a rain coat and rain boots for inclement weather. It was summer time so there was no need to purchase any heavier coats. Finally they wound up at a wig shop. The owner of the shop greeted Audrey with hugs and kisses on her cheeks. Obviously they were long time friends. It took a little while before the owner and Audrey decided on the style of wig that would be best suited for Emma. They chose a light brown, short bob. When they put it on Emma, it changed his face. It softened the look, even without makeup. Audrey declared that he liked it. He also told Emma that in about four months her own hair would be long enough to style and then they can get rid of the wig." Emma thought, 'Four months? Have I signed up for a new life experience?' But Emma found that the owner was talking to her and she directed her attention to him. He was explaining how to care for the hair piece and how to keep it styled. All during this shopping trip, Emma was practicing her Swedish accent and spoke in terse terms as if she was struggling to find the words to complete a sentence. Audrey declared that she was perfect and to not use proper English anymore but to stay with her accent. Emma excused herself to go to the men's room and when she was gone, Audrey told her friend, "She doesn't know it, but this is the last time she will be using the men's room." They both laughed. When they returned to Audrey's house, Emma was shown the bedroom that was to be hers for the present and began to put all of her stuff away. Audrey sat on the bed and from time to time showed Emma the proper way to fold and store the clothing. Emma asked if she wouldn't need make up to complete her appearance. Audrey explained that owning a beauty salon means that you have all the make up needed in stock and that would not be a problem. After the clothes were put away, Audrey handed Emma a large plastic garbage bag and told her to put her men's clothes in it, and it would be stored for now. He was to start wearing women's clothes, starting now. "Should I wear my jeans?" Emma asked. "The jeans are strictly for work. You can pick out whatever you wish, but only skirts or dresses for now. You have to learn to become comfortable wearing women's clothes. Don't you see how natural I am in a dress?" he continued. And Emma agreed that Audrey really looked very nice. Audrey left for the kitchen to prepare dinner. It was going to be a dinner salad and spaghetti. When Emma came into the kitchen, showered, and shaved, wearing a bra, skirt and top. On her head was her wig, and she was lightly made up. She had on her two inch heels. As she walked her ankles were a little wobbly from the heels. Audrey noticed it and commented that it would only take a short time for her to become accustomed to her new shoes. Audrey had a glass of red wine and told Emma that for now she was not to drink any alcohol as it lowered your senses, and until she became comfortable being a female she should avoid it. Emma, wearing women's clothes for the first time in his life, found that his legs were airy and that the clothes were so light in comparison to the weight of men's wear. He started to sit at the kitchen table, when Audrey shouted, "Stop!" This frightened Emma and she froze midway between sitting and standing, bent over the chair. "You must always smooth the back of your skirt when sitting down. Like this" And with that Audrey demonstrated the proper way for a lady to be seated. "T'ank you, missus," Emma said. "Perfect, Emma. Keep it up." That night Audrey handed Emma a box containing a Chastity Belt 3000. It is a plastic device that secures the penis preventing it from getting an erection. It also forces the wearer to sit down when having to urinate. It has a lock and key. Emma questioned the need for it, and was told that it was to remind him that from now on she has to sit to pee. Emma was given the key even though it was locked on him, and Audrey told her that in the even she needed to relieve herself sexually, she did not have to ask permission to unlock the device. When Emma tried to install the CB3000 she got an erection and had to get some ice water to make his penis soft, and also use some baby oil to lubricate the penis before it would go in far enough to be locked. The first time Emma sat down to pee felt strange when all one's previous life one stood before the urinal or toilet to complete your business. It was a busy day and Emma was tired and was sound asleep by 10:30 PM. She was startled when she was wakened at 5:30 AM. "What? What time is it?" Emma asked. "It's 5:30. Time to get up." "Why so early?" "You are going to have to be at your customer's house by 8 in the morning. To get ready you have to get up now." "But I don't have any customers." "Your training starts now. Get up. Put on a blouse and your jeans and your work shoes. Come down and get some breakfast. You will have to learn to eat a good breakfast because you are going to be spending more energy than you can imagine." One half hour later, Emma came into the kitchen where Audrey served her a glass of orange juice, oatmeal and toast. Finally a cup of coffee with a small sweet roll." At exactly 8AM Audrey began to teach Emma the art of cleaning a house. They started in Audrey's bedroom where Emma was instructed in how to change the bed linens and to make the bed. Then to the laundry room to get the sheets washed, dried, folded and put away. All the while Audrey was talking, giving Emma instructions. And mostly, Emma would respond with, "Yah, missus. I kin do dat." Audrey explained that each house would be different. Some houses wanted the beds made, some wanted the sheets washed, and in some houses the owner will have their bed made. The one job that doesn't change from house to house is the bathrooms and other hard floors. The toilets have to be scrubbed and disinfected, and the floors scrubbed on one's hands and knees. Then one does the vacuuming of all carpeted areas. Be alert to pick up and discard old newspapers and other garbage that may be laying around. Some housekeepers are neat and a lot are not. You have to take them as they come. Then you dust. wipe all counters and hard surfaces. Always use clean rags. Use glass cleaner on all glass surfaces and wipe them to a polish. On and on. Then comes the kitchen. Some houses will have dirty dishes in the sink. It is your job to clean it up and put everything away. When you leave the house you will leave it spick and span. And as Audrey was instructing Emma was doing the work. Occasionally Audrey stopped talking and physically showed Emma the correct way to complete the chore. To which Emma always said, "T'ank you, missus." It was 12:45 when Emma finished. When they were sitting down to eat lunch, Audrey told Emma that her work wasn't good enough." "Vat did I do wrong?" "The quality is fine. But you took almost five hours to complete it. If you are going to do two houses a day, you have to complete each job in no more than four hours. You are going to have to work faster." With that, Emma was told to do the house all over again. Even though it was already cleaned, Emma worked at it as if it were dirty. She worked faster this time. Took less time to make the beds and do the folding. She didn't dawdle, and scrubbed the floors faster. When she came back into the living room where Audrey was, waiting for her, it was 5:45. She did it in exactly four hours. But she was exhausted. Her knees hurt from scrubbing hard floors. When she told Audrey about it, she was told that she would get knee pads for when she did the floors and that would help. After dinner Emma took a long soaking hot bath to ease her aching muscles. She was told to depilate her body from all her hair. Audrey was waiting in the bath doorway as Emma got out of the tub. Audrey showed her how to properly pat herself dry and to apply lotion to her body. All this Emma had seen his wife do many times, but this was the first time she did it to herself. At first Emma was a little embarrassed to be seen naked and wearing the CB3000 in front of Audrey, but Audrey made like it was no big deal and Emma soon got over it. During the week there was some time where Audrey taught Emma to prepare simple meals and how to serve them. When asked why, Audrey said that sometimes she would be asked to be a baby sitter and that she should not turn that down as it is good money for little work. Using a life sized baby doll, Emma was shown how to hold a baby, how to wash it and feed it. How to change its diapers and how to keep it comfortable. Emma knew that Maria was not to be in contact with her but was unaware that she called Audrey every day asking for a report. At first she was uncomfortable when Emma was referred to as 'she' and 'her' but after a few days got over it. Every day Emma did Audrey's house completely, twice. At the end of the day she was exhausted. She was able to eat dinner but shortly retired for a soaking bath and went right to bed. After the first day, it was Emma's responsibility to be up at 5:30 by herself. And she was. She really paid attention and trained hard. At the end of the first week, Audrey told Emma how pleased she was with her training. "T'ank you missus," was the reply. At the end of the first week, the following Saturday, Audrey told Emma that they were going out for dinner and then go shopping. Emma was apprehensive about going out in public, but was assured that she would do just fine. She dressed in a cotton blouse and put on a skirt. All of the skirts were calf length as befitting a person of her age. This being summer she wore no hose but did put on her heels. She styled her hair and applied her makeup. More makeup than she wore on the job. This time mascara and a little eye liner were applied. When Emma presented herself to Audrey for inspection, Audrey was pleased with his project. Audrey did loan her a watch, bracelet and necklace to wear with her outfit. She looked exactly what she was supposed to be. A middle aged woman. They went to a family cafe where Audrey made Emma give her order to the waitress. She did it in her Swedish accent. Audrey carefully watched the reaction of the waitress and was pleased that the waitress accepted Emma for what she portrayed herself to be. By this time Emma had been schooled in proper eating etiquette. After dinner Emma thought they would go shopping for more clothes but that was not the case. They wound up at Home Depot where they purchased two pails, a bag of clean rags, squeegee, a portable vacuum cleaner, mops, soaps and other cleaning supplies. When asked why, Audrey said this a source of additional revenue. Some houses, especially bachelors have no supplies in the house. One can charge them an additional $25.00 per cleaning if you supplied the materials. They had a little difficulty but finally found a two wheeled hand truck that had a built in container where all the cleaning supplies could be wheeled from the car to the house or apartment in one trip. Audrey gave out her credit card to pay for these items, again saying that she expected to be reimbursed when the time comes. Emma's fears of being 'read' soon dissipated as she went about the store and no one paid any particular attention to her. By this time Emma has been acting as a female for a full week, and was getting used to responding when the name 'Emma' was called. Also Emma found that her continued use of her muscles strengthened them and she wasn't nearly as bone sore as when she first started. The next day, being Sunday, Emma was allowed to sleep in until 8AM. When she came into the kitchen she found Audrey talking on the phone. She poured herself her juice and sat down. "We are going out tonight to my friends. They are having a party and they are all anxious to meet you." Audrey said after he hung up and put down the phone. "Do I have to?" "Of course not. But it would be nice of you if you did." "Vell, den, I vill go." There were 15 people other than Audrey and Emma at the host's house. All of the guests were men except that half of them were dressed as women. Not all of them looked as nice as Audrey, or even Emma, and a few looked fantastic. Those dressed as men all seemed to be escorts...boyfriends and/or lovers of the 'women'. One man came up to Audrey grabbed her by her buttocks and pulled her into his body. She responded accordingly and they kissed. Emma heard the man say, "I missed you, honey. Is it time for me to come back home?" Audrey turned to Emma and said, "This is my 'husband'. I knew that you would be uncomfortable having him home while you were first training, but it has been a hard week for me as well. Frank, say 'hello' to Emma." "So, nice to finally meet you Emma. I hope everything works out for you." "T'ank you, mister. I t'ink it vill." Audrey thought that there was little more that she could do for Emma insofar as training is concerned and that she could prepare to go to her home. It has only been eight days since the training began and already Emma Olsen was becoming her own person. That night Frank came back to his bedroom to sleep with Audrey. Emma packed her belongings and stowed them in the van to be prepared to leave for home the first thing in the morning. All the clothes as well as the cleaning supplies. As she was leaving, Audrey handed her a jewelry box, saying, "You are going to need some jewelry for when you are not at work. Keep it. I have plenty. It is my gift. Then she handed Emma a driver's license. It had Emma's picture on it and looked like the real thing. But it couldn't be because they did not go to the driver's license bureau. Audrey said, "We 'girls' have a network, and we help each other. This is a real license. Should you be stopped by the police this is what will come up on their computer screen. Put it in your wallet. Emma removed her purse from over her shoulder,opened the clasp and fished out her wallet. She found her old driver's license and replaced it with the new one. "One final thing, Emma." And with that Audrey took a little vial that looked like a lipstick and spritzed her with a nice smelling perfume. "You don't wear perfume when working, but a lady always has a little on otherwise." and she handed the tube to Emma who dropped it in her purse. Emma was also given the address of her first customer scheduled for 8AM on Tuesday morning, courtesy of Audrey. When Emma pulled into the driveway, she no longer was apprehensive about whether or not she could 'pass'. She was now Emma the cleaning lady. But Maria was not prepared for what she saw. Just a little over a week ago, her husband left the house for 'training' and at the front door is this woman who is called 'Emma'. Maria was prepared to greet her husband with a hug and kisses, but when she opened the door she did not see her husband. She saw Emma. Maria greeted Emma but did not touch her, and led her to the spare bedroom saying, "This is your room, Emma. I know you have to leave for work very early, so you sleep here so as not to disturb me." "T'ank you, missus," Emma replied. And with that Emma put her new stuff in the assigned bedroom. The cleaning materials she left in the van. It was easier than Maria thought to get used to calling this person, 'Emma' as she bore no resemblance to her husband, either in looks or in speech. Her husband as a realtor was outgoing and energetic, and this person was humble and quiet spoken. She mostly spoke only when spoken to, otherwise she was quiet. During her week of training, she learned to speak more slowly, to write in smaller letters and not to use a good vocabulary. She was more deliberate in her actions, except when she was cleaning a house, where time was a factor in order to complete it within a four hour time period. On Tuesday morning, Emma woke at 5:30, dressed in her jeans and work clothes, She made herself breakfast, and was out the door by 7AM in order to be at her first customer by eight She was warned that it is important that cleaning lady's always come on time or a little early. But Emma was a little disappointed that her wife, Maria did not come down to have breakfast with her. By now, Emma was thinking of herself as a female and comfortable knowing that she passes well. With her padded bra she was busty and while she had no hips to speak of, it didn't matter. Women come in all sizes. All the customer wants is a clean house. When Maria woke and had breakfast by herself, she went to Emma's room to make the bed. She found the bed already expertly made, and everything in its place. Nothing was amiss. She went to the bathroom and found the makeup neatly arranged on the vanity counter. She went through the room, dressers and closets and could not find anything that was not Emma's. Nor was there anything that was out of place. There was no husband. There was Emma. Broke or not, Maria wondered if this was going to be a good idea after all. The lady greeted Emma at the door with a friendly smile and greeting and she showed Emma where all the cleaning supplies she would need were located. And with that Emma began to work. She only put on the knee pads when she was on a hard floor washing on her hands and knees. She was efficient, and at 11:50 she went to find her customer and said she was finished. The lady went with Emma from room to room inspecting Emma's workmanship and afterwards said she was pleased. She paid Emma $100.00 in cash and also gave her a five dollar tip. She also made a standing appointment for every second week at the same time. Emma realized that she would need to get a book to keep her appointments straight. Driving home from the job, Emma's cell phone rang, and using the hands-free device answered it by saying, "Yah. Dis iss Emma." "Emma. This is Dorothy Brown. You just left my house. I told my girlfriend about you and she wants to know if you are available to clean her house tomorrow morning." "Yah. I kin do dat, Missus. I vill pull over and den you kin give me da address. T'ank you." So, Emma was now booked for the next day. When she got home, she found Maria in the kitchen making dinner. When Maria saw Emma she said, "How did it go?" "Ya. It vas goot. Da lady giffed me five dollar tip. She also giffed me name for job tomorrow." "I am off tomorrow. I had hoped that we could be together." "Vell, a jop is a jop. Vee need da money." "Do you have to talk that way when we are together?" "Ya. Audrey vants me to do dis all de time. So I vould not forget and make mistake." "All right, Emma. Why don't you get washed and take a nap. You have had a hard day and a hard week. Dinner will be ready at five." "T'ank you, missus." he told his wife. Maria just shook her head in despair.. She was beginning to realize that she was not going to have a husband, but was going to live with this person, Emma. Since he came home on Monday morning, they had not physically embraced, and by now, Maria was not ready for it. At dinner, Maria served the food, and was not surprised when Emma said that she would do the cleanup afterwards. When Emma was done, the kitchen was cleaner than it ever was before. She went to her room, changed to a gown and slippers, added a little lipstick, and joined Maria in the family room. By nine, Emma was exhausted and found herself in bed and asleep before long. She also had to get up at 5:30 for her second job. In all this time, although Emma had the key to the CB3000 chastity belt, she was always too exhausted to think about it, and it remained locked. In the morning, by the time Maria awoke, Emma was already gone. Between recommendations furnished by Audrey and his new customers as well as advertising on Craig's list, it was only a matter of weeks until Emma's calendar was booked to capacity, Monday through Friday. In addition there were a couple of bachelor apartments that did not have any cleaning supplies and that furnished an extra $50.00 per week. Emma got an average of $60.00 a week in tips, and she used that money to purchase items she needed. She needed more shoes, she would soon need a coat, as fall was coming soon, and she needed to replace makeup. She had to buy a duplicate wig because the one wig was getting damp from sweat and needed to be shampooed. Suddenly money was pouring in. It was exhausting work, but Emma was doing two houses a day, five days a week. It amounted to $1,000.00 a week. That with the $450.00 a week that Maria brought in from the library, meant that they were able to make enough payments to not only forestall the foreclosure, but the repossessions of their vehicles. Emma also started to reimburse Audrey towards the advances she made. They were also making headway on paying off their past due bills. Every night Emma would put her earnings on the kitchen counter for Maria to handle when she woke up. They rarely saw one another. When Emma returned, except for Mondays and Tuesdays, when Maria had those days off, Maria was at the library. Her hours were from two to ten in the afternoon, and by the time she got home at 10:30, Emma was sound asleep in her room. The only time they had together was Monday and Tuesday evenings, but Emma had to get to bed early, and on weekends when Maria only had to work until four PM. But as Audrey predicted, even those times were beginning to be eaten into by the customer's needs. And those needs were babysitting services. Emma charged the same rate, ($25.00 an hour) for a four hour shift, with time and a half for overtime. Occasionally the parents came home so late, that it was more convenient for Emma to sleep over rather than try to drive home, sleepily at two in the morning, and so Emma began to keep an overnight bag in the van for those occasions. The parents were happy to pay extra to get a mature woman with experience in handling their precious kids. They knew that there would not be a party at their house, which could happen if one hired a teen-ager. And the children loved her. She became expert in handling all ages. With the older ones, she played games, and read to them in her famous accent, which fascinated the children. Emma found that she liked holding and feeding the babies and didn't mind changing poopy diapers. As the children loved Emma, Emma began to love her children. And so, Emma soon found that most Friday and Saturday nights now were booked for sitting services This averaged about $250.00 a week in itself. They could see the end of the tunnel insofar as debt was concerned. They were starting to approach the same kind of income they had when they were selling houses during the boom years. But it no longer was a marriage. By the end of three months Emma no longer dwelled on who she once was. Everyone called her "Emma" and she responded to it. She no longer had any clothes that were male and only wore skirts and dresses outside of work. She became expert at putting on her makeup, and on weekends, put glue on nails on her fingers which made her look (and feel) more feminine. Maria, too, began to forget she was married. She took off her wedding band and engagement ring and put in her jewelry box. Emma, if she noticed it, never made any comment about it. When they did talk, it was mostly about paying off the rest of their debt. A subject that finally came up was how to tell their families. Emma by now didn't care if her family and her in-laws knew. They would have to know sometime. It looks like it will be a long time before Emma can find meaningful employment as a man. The recession showed no signs of easing. In fact, jobs were getting scarcer. Established real estate offices were closing for lack of business. Emma is making a living. A good living. It is hard work. Demeaning work, but it is honest work. And truth be told, Emma did the things that a woman did without having to think about it. It became second nature. Maybe even first nature. Emma wrote the same letter to her parents and to her in-laws.. She didn't mention that by now she thought it might become a permanent situation, but merely said it was necessary to stave off the creditors, and this was the only job available. She enclosed a snapshot in each of the letters. When they received the letters it started a reaction, and in short time they visited Maria and Emma. They expected to find a parody of a female, but instead found a quiet, Swedish lady, who did not resemble a husband. Not fully understanding but not having any means to combat it, they left for their homes. By the fourth month, true to Audrey's prediction, Emma's hair was now long enough to style in the same kind of bob as the wig. Audrey styled, shaped and colored Emma's hair and she now was able to discard the wigs. She also now had a standing Saturday appointment at the salon, along with Maria. Afterwards, Emma found that with every passing week she began only thought of herself as a female. She shopped for clothes and other necessities and was perfectly content acting out the role of a female. In all this time she and Maria did not have any sex, nor was it ever discussed. Maria, too, accepted that this person was a woman, and that memories of living with her husband were fading. Sometimes she forgot she even had a husband. Maria confided her dilemma to Audrey while she was in the chair at the salon. He was amazed at how natural Emma appeared. When she was not in her working clothes, but dressed and made up, she made a nice looking middle-aged lady. Her actions were female, and she talked in her Swedish accent without having to think about it. It was becoming her first language. It had to happen. It has been almost five months since Maria had any sex. She tried masturbating but found it unrewarding. Having lunch at the cafe near the library one day, a nice man sat next to her and engaged her in conversation. Maria was hungry to have a dialogue as she wasn't getting much of it at home. They chatted. His name was Charles and he was an attorney working nearby. He asked if she would have dinner with him one night, and against her better judgment she said, 'yes.'. He picked her up at home the following Friday at 8:30. Emma was baby sitting and never knew that her wife was going out on a date. To her surprise, Maria had a wonderful time. Charles was funny and charming. They went to an inexpensive but charming family run Italian restaurant and when he took her back to her door, he stepped forward and gave her a kiss. It has been months since she was kissed by a man and she was hungry for it. One kiss led to another, and soon she let him in the house and they found themselves in her bedroom. She cautioned Charles not to be too loud as her roommate Emma was sleeping down the hall. Charles turned out to be a good lover. After he left, she laid in bed dreamily recounting the evening, and she knew that she liked it. No, she loved it. This is the first time since her marriage to 'who?' that she strayed. And she didn't care. She had given Charles her number and hoped that he would call again. She soon fell asleep with a smile upon her face. Charles did call. Maria told him a lie, saying that she was divorced and without children. It was not difficult to check on Emma's schedule. Going out on Friday and Saturday nights with Charles was no problem because Emma was now booked on a regular basis doing her baby sitting chores. Maria began to smile more and to hum while she was at home or at the job. She knew that it was wrong, but she was falling in love with Charles. It took six months of dating when Charles and Maria realized that they were meant for each other. He was making a fine living as an attorney. But there was no life. There was no marriage. Emma was a workaholic and never turned down a job when the time was available. When Charles proposed marriage and presented her with a ring, Maria, said 'Yes' without having to give it a second thought. There was a dilemma. Charles was of the impression that Maria was already divorced, and certainly did not know that her room-mate, Emma, (who Charles had yet to meet) was legally her husband. That Saturday, Maria called into work saying she would not be in until later, and stayed in the kitchen, waiting for Emma to appear. It was 9:30 when Emma came in, fully dressed in a smart dress, hemline to the calf, and patent leather shoes with three inch spike heel. By now Emma was proficient in walking in any kind of heel. She loved her heels. She dressed dowdy for work, but on weekends, found it delightful to get dressed as nice as she can. She was surprised to find Maria waiting for her. "Goot mornink, Maria. Iss everyting hokay? Vy are you home?" "We have to talk Emma. Please sit down." And Emma sat at the kitchen table, waiting. "I've met someone," Maria continued. "Yah. I s'posed you vould." With that Maria took her left hand which was resting on her lap and showed the ring to Emma. "He proposed, and I told him 'yes'. Maria went on to say. "I don't have a husband anymore. I have an Emma. You can understand, can't you Emma?" "Yah. I kin understand, but dat don't mean I got to like it. Do I get to meet dis feller?" "Yes. He is picking me up at 8 PM tonight. Can you be home or are you baby sitting?" "Vell, dis one time, I vill call dem and tell dem I cannot be dere." "My Charles is doing well. He is a lawyer. When we part, the business is yours. I want no part of it. You understand that I will be not be here after Monday. I will be moving in with my fiance' . I am sorry about how things have turned out, but I didn't realize the possibility that you would actually become Emma." Charles did not know what to expect when he was told of the situation at Maria's house. He certainly did not expect to see this quiet, nice looking, if busty, woman who talked with a hesitant Swedish accent. He soon found himself at ease with Emma, and when he left, forgetting that he was hugging a male, gave Emma a hug. When the divorce was in process, Emma wrote to her parents explaining that she would continue on as Emma as she now had a way to earn money. And even if she could find employment she would not be making half of what she was earning now. The letter dismayed her parents and they did the only thing they thought they could do. They wrote her not to contact them again until she came to her senses. Now, Emma was all alone. Even though they had little contact with each other, there was a different feel in the home when Maria moved out and into her boy friends apartment. Arrangements were made for a friendly divorce without any publicity. The publicity would be embarrassing tp Maria, and disastrous for Emma's business. Charles, being an attorney, handled it and it went smoothly. Neither respondent was required to appear in court. The final decree came down within sixty days, and both parents were notified. Maria's parents, upon hearing the news crossed themselves in gratitude, but Emma's parents were still conflicted about the lifestyle of what they still thought of was their son. Emma had no life outside of her work. There was no time to watch TV or to go to a movie or even a restaurant. By the time Emma came home from doing two houses and sometimes additional hours babysitting all she could do was to put something in the microwave to eat and then take a hot bath to relieve the muscle aches and go to bed in order to wake up early in the morning. There were days off like national holidays, or sudden cancellations by the customers, but they were few. Emma found that she no longer knew what to do with the extra time. She purchased a head set so she could listen to music while she worked and it prevented her mind from wandering as she worked. If one wonders what one thinks about while they are doing mundane work such as house cleaning, the answer is, nothing. You concentrate on scrubbing the stain in front of you. Little by little, Emma's brain had less and less to be concerned with. The sharp realtor was no longer, and in its place was what was becoming somewhat dull washerwoman. Emma turned to the only friend she had. Audrey. Upon hearing the news, Audrey invited Emma over for Sunday lunch and they chatted and chatted. Audrey knew that Emma had made the transition, mentally if not physically. It was just two middle aged females chatting about this and that. Audrey asked Emma if she would care to join his group of friends, all of whom were gay. Emma found the house to now be lonely, and she was lonely. All Emma had was her work and her 'kids' as she called the ones she sat for. "Yah. I vould like to come to your party, Audrey. But I von't say if I am ready for meeting a man." "You don't have to feel obligated to do anything. Just come. It is better than staying home by yourself. You will get depressed doing that." "Yah. I s'pose your right." The following Saturday night, Emma made sure that there were no sitting appointments and got dressed to go to Audrey's house and to again meet her friends. Emma found herself splurging for an entire new outfit. A lttle black dress. with spaghetti straps. This time with the hem just above her knees. Smoky black sheer nylons, and a new pair of three inch stilettos. She took pains to style her hair and to apply her makeup. Looking at herself in the full length mirror, she was satisfied that she was making a good looking woman. There was enough money coming in to live very comfortably, all the bills were now current and her credit rating was restored. It felt good. She slung her new black leather purse on her shoulder and drove to Audrey's house. She rang the bell, but there was so much noise inside that no one heard the bell. She tried the door, found it open and went inside. There were seven couples. They were all about Emma's age. The 'women' were all in party dresses, either short or long, and the men were dressed in business suits. What struck Emma was that this was a typical party. The men were at one side of the room, standing and talking sports and the 'women' were seated around the family room talking about clothes, Hollywood gossip, and recipes. Emma took off her coat and found a bedroom where all the coats were piled on the bed and that is where she deposited hers. By this time Audrey noticed her presence and came over, greeting her warmly. Audrey was stunning this night. She wore a long, emerald green gown with one shoulder exposed. The cleavage on her chest looked real. Taking Emma by the hand, Audrey walked her around the room introducing her to both the women and the men. Unbeknown to Emma, Audrey had already invited a single man to be Emma's date. With a nod Audrey signaled him and he came over to be introduced. "Emma. I want you to meet Randy." Randy took Emma's hand in his, and said, "It's a pleasure meeting you, Emma." Emma responded with, "It iss a pleasure meeting you, I t'ink." Randy was delighted and said to Audrey. "Does she always talk like that? I find it cute." With a nod, Audrey indicated that it was so. At first Emma tried to shake Randy off, but then Audrey whispered to her to 'be nice' that this was to be her date for the evening, she relaxed a bit and began to enjoy the party....and Randy. What was amusing was that he worked as an attorney in the same office as Emma's ex-wife's husband. They both had a good laugh at the joke. At dinner Randy was attentive to Emma. This was the first time that Emma was treated as a female by a male. When she relaxed she realized that she enjoyed the attention he was giving her. After dinner Randy found a quieter spot in the house and made Emma tell him the story of how she became Emma. Emma by now was so immersed in her role that she found it hazy to remember the details of her life before Emma. When the party broke up, Randy asked Emma if he could take her to dinner later that day. (It being well past midnight.) In spite of herself, Emma had a good time and couldn't think of a reason to say 'no'. Emma slept late, and then took her time getting dressed. She was going to be picked up at 7PM and by 4PM she was already in the tub, soaking and planning what to wear for the night. This was all new to Emma. Up to now she dressed for herself, and she realized that she was now dressing for a man. When Randy arrived he passed two dozen long stemmed roses to Emma. Another first. She had never received flowers from anyone up to now. She put her nose in the bouquet and smelled their aroma and liked it. She went to find a vase and then artfully arranged the flowers and placed them on the cocktail table in the family room. She was wearing her little black dress, smoky sheer nylons, and her stiletto's. She put on her best drop earrings and picked out her most tasteful jewelry to wear. She was not beautiful, but she did look lovely. When Randy complimented her on her looks, Emma felt her face heat up, and realized that she was blushing. What is happening to me?, she thought. At dinner he told her about his life and funny and interesting office gossip. When they came back home, Emma invited him in for a nightcap, and when she brought it to him, she sat next to him on the sofa, their bodies touching. Randy put his left arm around Emma's waist and with his right hand he turned Emma's face to him, and he kissed her on the lips. Emma knew it was coming and was wanting it, and she kissed him back. She started to say something, and when she opened her mouth Randy inserted his tongue and without hesitation Emma grabbed it and sucked on it. After fifteen minutes of petting, she took him by the hand and led him into her bedroom. "I haff not be naked in front of man ever," she said. "I will be gentle, I promise." Randy said, as he began to unbutton her dress at the back of her neck. When it was free, Emma slipped out of her dress and was clad in bra, panties and hose, having already kicked off her shoes in the family room. Randy, put his hands behind her, unclasped her bra and was surprised that Emma had no breasts on her shaven body. "Aren't you on hormones?" Randy asked. "Nah. I am Emma vit out dem." Randy shrugged and then removed Emma's panties as she lay on her back on the bed. Another surprise. There was the CB3000 locked. "Where is the key?" "Look on der dresser." Randy found the key, removed the CB3000. Emma's penis remained soft. That is, until Randy, now naked, lay in bed next to her and began kissing Emma again. With his right hand he began to fondle Emma's penis, which even after so many months of inactivity suddenly began to spring to life. "What have we here?" Randy teased. "Want me to stop?" "Randy, I vant you to kiss me more and don't stop." At the same time Emma reached over and opened the drawer to the nightstand and took out a tube of lubricant, handing it to Randy. He put a dollop into his palm and returned to massaging Emma. It has been months since she had an erection, but by now Emma's chest was heaving, and Randy began to suckle Emma's nipples giving Emma a brand new sensation. One she never had before. Emma knew she was passing into new territory. What she was taught from a small child that it was taboo, but she now couldn't help herself. She knew that she had to continue on to its conclusion. And eruption it was. Pent up for so long, spurt after spurt came out of her. It landed on Randy's chest, on her stomach and soiled the bed sheets. As it came out of her she wanted to scream, but could not find her voice. After which she lay on her back, panting. Randy was gentle. He knew how to handle her. "It was your first time with a man, wasn't it Emma?" All Emma could do was nod her head. "After you rest a bit, I want you to do me. Will you do that?" And Emma nodded, 'yes'. They rested for twenty minutes, with Randy holding Emma in his arms and cuddling her. Emma discovered that she liked being held and cuddled. Then he gently pushed her head to his groin, and Emma did not resist. She had never touched another penis before. This was going to be a night of firsts. She first licked it, moistening it with her saliva, and it immediately responded. She wrapped her fingers around its base and took it into her mouth. She was careful not to have her teeth hurt Randy. All she could take was two inches as it was close to the back of her throat. She put lubricant on her hand and began to pump the base of Randy's member, all the while making sucking motions with her mouth, and licking motions with her tongue. It didn't take long for Randy to cum, and Emma tried to get her head away from the ejaculation. She was a little slow and a lot of it went into her mouth. She didn't know what to do, so she swallowed it. It was an unusual taste. Sort of salty and had a mild ammonia smell. It didn't disgust her, nor did she find it especially palatable. Once the barrier was broken, doing it the second time and times thereafter becomes easier to do. Suddenly and without Emma meaning to, she found herself in a relationship. Randy was good looking and Emma thought he could have his choice of any woman (or man) he wanted, why her? A dull, cleaning lady. But Randy was able to draw Emma out in conversation. He told her that he liked that she still had a male body. That her bust when dressed was as a result of a padded bra and not hormones. He did not want her to change and go for surgery to make her legally a woman. He told her he was a homosexual, and liked feminine homosexual men, but that they should still be men. They began to date regularly. And each date wound ended in Emma's bedroom. Randy taught her many new ways of having sex, some she enjoyed and some she did not. But she found that she was willing to perform anything that would please her man. Four months into their relationship Randy asked her if she would ever consider marrying him? "I can't marry you, Randy. I am man. Man don't marry man." "Oh, yes they can. Same sex marriages are now legal in this state. We can become man and wife. Would you be my wife?" "Vat's wrong wid keeping the way it is. You not happy?" she asked. "Besides, vy me? You good looking guy. Me, nice looking, No beauty." "I want you because you are the kind of wife I want. You are an old fashioned lady. You will be happy to be a housewife and to cook and clean and please her man. That is the kind of wife that I am looking for." "But vat about my business? I make good money." "You are getting too old to continue doing two houses a day. Besides, I earn a good salary, the same as your ex-wifes' husband. I can afford for you not to have to work." "I sometimes remember dat I was smart person. Now, not so smart. I don't know nutting about world, anymore. You smart. Too smart for me, maybe." "I just want you to be you. Smart or not. You are the woman that I want to be for my wife. Give up your housecleaning, and if you find you have too much time on your hands you can continue to baby sit your 'kids' "Yah. Maybe dat vould verk." Two months later there was a ceremony at Audrey's house. It was a beautiful event. Randy wore his tuxedo and Emma wore a lovely white wedding dress with long sleeves. Sheer white stockings and white pumps. Emma was radiant with excitement. She never was beautiful, but they say that brides and expectant mothers have a glow about them. This day Emma had that glow. A justice of the peace performed the ceremony, and believe it or not, it was the first time that the couple danced together. The first dance was a little clumsy as Emma found it difficult to dance backwards and to twirl, but soon got the hang of it, and with a little help from a lot of champagne they could not get her off the dance floor. Randy moved out of his apartment and in with Emma. Emma became the housewife that Randy wanted her to be. Randy loved the fact that Emma had a natural male body and that her look when dressed was an illusion, but that is the kind of wife he wanted. Emma found that she loved being 'just' a housewife. She integrated with the rest of the 'women' in the gay community and they loved her. She kept her house spotlss (she certainly had enough experience) and found that she didn't miss cleaning other people's houses. Not at all. She became a gourmet cook, taught herself to sew, knit and crochet. She expected that her Randy would make all the important decisions and that was just fine with Emma. Emma never heard from her parents again, and she was so happy as Emma that she didn't care. She bumped into Maria at the office annual Christmas party, and at first Maria didn't recognize her ex-husband. Emma lost a lot of weight during the time she was eating TV dinners and was careful not to gain it back. She had a serene look about her and was obviously quite comfortable as a woman. Maria was dying to ask Emma if she now was surgically a woman, as she was being introduced as her husband's partner's wife. But she dared not. She did speculate to herself that she probably did. She was wrong. After saying the usual pleasantries, they were both careful not to confront each other at the party. After five years of being married, Emma is now more than ever complete. She has a husband who adores her and wants her to be exactly as she now is. She is the ideal example of the housewife of the fifties. Waiting for her husband to come home from work so she can tend to his needs, whatever they are. She knows that her husband has the smarts in the family, and that he is to to make all the important decisions, but isn't that the way it is supposed to be?