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Kelli and Cathy had been best friends when I met Cathy. They remained close after Cathy and I married. I also worked at the same firm as Kelli's husband, Joe, and although we got along we weren't buddies. He had an aggressive, confident personality and I always seemed to be the target of his jokes and comments. Kelli worked as a hair stylist and often spent time with Cathy. Also, Cathy did like to do things with them as a couple, so I put up with his wisecracks. One thing we both liked to do was to go over to their house for dinner because Kelli was an excellent cook. She had a way of making simple meals delicious and was as adept at making gourmet meals too. That was a big contrast to Cathy. She had no cooking skills at all and was not the least bit interested in learning how. In fact, I had suggested one night that maybe Kelli would be willing to give her some lessons on how to cook. Although Kelli was more than willing, Cathy told us that she wasn't interested at all. But she surprisingly suggested that maybe I could take the lessons. Kelli picked up on this offer and they both pressured me to try it. I finally relented, not just because I had an interest, but because I knew that might be the only way I would get a good home cooked meal at our house. In many ways this reflected how my marriage with Cathy worked; she made most of the decisions in our relationship and I had learned it was best just to follow her lead. The lessons started slowly, generally two nights during the week and often one of the weekend days. Kelli showed me the basics at first, and we concentrated on simple meals. She had lots of tips and secrets that she willingly shared. Her only requirement was that I try everything and that during the week our cooking lesson would be geared toward making something for Joe to eat at dinner. That was acceptable to me, and although reluctant at first, Joe began to enjoy what I made. He said that I was becoming almost the cook that Kelli was. But that didn't stop him from dishing out a lot of teasing and one-liners about me while I cooked; he seemed to always have some comment that left me speechless or blushing. He knew just what buttons to push. He even nicknamed me Honey one evening after eating a honey-marinated chicken meal I had made. He said I needed a typical wife's nickname if I was to continue to cook this well. Finally after almost six months of lessons, Kelli said that I was ready and that she wanted me to cook a gourmet meal for her, Joe, and Cathy. It would be a multiple course dinner, with appetizers, soup, and a dessert. Everything would be made with fresh ingredients, cooked from scratch, and be accompanied by appropriate cocktails, wines or beers. I was a little nervous but she agreed to watch as I made dinner and keep me from making any serious mistakes. The night of the big meal, I came over early to prepare all the ingredients and start some of the more complex items like the homemade bread and dessert. Cathy was to join us an hour or so before the meal. I had worn casual clothes, just a t-shirt and shorts to cook in and planned to change into dress pants and shirt right before the meal. Kelli joined me as I started, and with only a few suggestions from her, I had most everything cooking. The main dishes would be done in about 30 minutes, but could be kept on simmer longer if needed. Finally I heard Cathy's car drive up and heard her and Joe talking as they walked toward the house. When they came into the room, Joe was chatting as always; he wanted to take Cathy down to their barn to see his new horse. Everyone greeted each other, and I gave Joe and Cathy a pre-dinner drink. Joe asked how long till it was ready and hearing that it would be 20 minutes or so, offered to show Cathy their new horse. As they were leaving he fired out a sarcastic comment. "Well ladies it smells great. I'm just surprised to see you working without your little aprons. Don't want to get all messy do you Honey? Ha- Ha. Keep at it; you know I'll be hungry when we get back." As they left, I just nodded my head, tried to ignore it, and didn't say anything. But I could see that Kelli was mad. "Why do you let him get away with those kinds of remarks? You should have said something back. Better yet, just reach over and offer him one of my aprons so he doesn't spill his drink on himself. I've learned over the years, that unless you fire a comeback toward Joe, he'll continue to hammer you about it." "Okay, but I never know what to say. How about if I put on an apron now? That way, when he comes back, I'll be ready." No, it's too late for that. He'll just take it one step further, like where's the dress that goes with that apron? You've got to get ahead of him to shut him up." "Well it doesn't bother me too much; I guess I'm used to it. Besides, I don't know what to do to head him off." "We'll I've got an idea. How about you put on an apron, maybe the full bib one with the flouncy lace trim. He'll see it and make a comment. Knowing him, it will be, where's your dress? That is just his style." "Well then how does wearing an apron get me ahead of him?" "It wouldn't, but that's not all you'll have on. Underneath it will be a skirt! I think I have a black one that will be long enough to cover your shorts. That way when he says something about a dress, you can step out from behind the counter and say: like this one? He won't have a retort to that. I've done similar things to him. If you do something unexpected he isn't prepared with a snappy reply. I guarantee he won't make a comment about your cooking or anything again." "I don't know, it seems funny to be setting a trap for him, especially wearing something like a skirt." "Don't be afraid. Come on let's go back and see if it will fit. We have to do it quickly, as we don't have much time." Kelli wouldn't take no for an answer and hurried me down the hall toward their master bedroom. She looked through her closet and came out with a short, black skirt. It had several ruffles around the hem in white and red and came with a wide red belt. At her insistence, I slipped out of my shoes and stepped into it, pulling it up to my waist. She tried to zip it shut, but no luck. I was just thicker in the waist than her. Stymied she thought for a minute. "I was sure it would fit, I mean it is big on me so I knew it was the only skirt I had that might work. I so want you to one up Joe. Wait a minute; I have an idea of something that could help." Kelli went to a dresser, rummaged through it a minute, and came out with a black brief. It appeared to be made out of spandex with four long garters. "I bought this a few years ago for a tight dress. It has a built in waist cincher with metal stays that should make you small enough to zip up the skirt. Even though you'll have to take off your shorts, it should do. Just slide off your shorts from under the skirt. What kind of underwear are you wearing?" Reaching under the skirt, I pulled down my shorts and told her I wore boxers. She replied that those would need to come off as well. Reaching into her dresser she produced a white lace bikini panty. "Put this on first, and I suggest you tuck yourself as you pull them up. That way, we won't have to worry about a bulge problem under your skirt." "Tuck? What do you mean?" "Oh come on, surely you heard that before? Tucking just means pulling your penis back between your legs; generally your balls will slide back in your body cavity making them less noticeable too. It is a standard technique female impersonators use when they get ready for a show." "That sounds a bit much don't you think? I mean, I'll be behind an apron anyway." "Well if you think you're small enough not to be noticed. It's your call." Since she put it that way, I decided to do as she asked, although it felt awkward and I had to turn away from her for modesty sake. Once I had the panty on, she gave me the shaper brief. It was a bit tight, but I was able to tug it up until I had it firmly in place. Stepping behind me, Kelli easily zipped shut the skirt and told me to fasten the belt in front. She then looked me over as if she were studying my appearance. "We've got to do something about those garters, as well as balance out the look of the skirt. I think I have a solution." She went back to the dresser and brought out a pair of white lace pattern stockings. She handed them to me. "These should help complete the look. Just work them up your leg and attach them to the garters. Have you seen Cathy put on hose before? What size shoe do you wear?" "I've seen how she does it; you roll up the hose and then carefully pull it up your leg, slightly stretching the fabric as you go. Mostly I wear a size 8 shoe." "Just be careful with the stockings, although they aren't sheer, we don't want to get a run in them. The lace pattern should hide your leg hair; it helps that you're a blonde and the hair is fairly light. I thought you might have a small shoe size; I think I have a pair that will work." Kelli went back into the closet while I put on the hose. I had a little difficulty attaching them to the garters, but finally got the first one done. Kelli returned and brought out a pair of black and red sling back pumps with about a 3 inch heel. She loosened the back strap as much as she could, while I put on the second stocking. "Put these on; I wear a size 8 women's shoe but with the strap I think they will work. Once you get them on, walk back and forth so you can get used to the heel." I did as she asked. The shoes were a bit tight, but manageable. Walking in the heels took a little time to be comfortable but I found out if I took small steps and walked slower than I normally do, I could do ok. While I walked Kelli kept looking at me; finally she smiled and went back to her closet and dresser. She returned with a blouse and what looked like an extended bra in red with a black lace overlay. "That tee shirt just doesn't cut it. Let's try this top. I wore it once, but it was a little big on me. Also it was a bit too sheer for my taste, but the white color with red ruffle around the neckline does match your skirt. For you it will work great. It will give lots of impact, especially if we pair it with this long-line bra. Take off your shirt and let's try it." "Kelli isn't this going a bit too far? I mean the idea was to shock Joe with a skirt. I could kind of understand the hose and heels, since they would be hidden behind the counter, but if I wear this top and especially the bra, he will see it right away. Won't that spoil everything? Plus I'm feeling a little uncomfortable in all these girl's clothes." "Maybe if he was observant enough, but with an apron, Joe likely won't notice anything else. Then you can step out and show him the full outfit. He'll be totally flabbergasted. Besides, it just doesn't look right otherwise. In fact, I think it would really be best if we do something with your hair and apply a little makeup. It will be a complete look for a total comeback to his snide remarks. Cathy will get a hoot out of it too. She's often complained to me about how sarcastic Joe can be. Now we don't have much time left, so put these on, while I go get something from Stephanie's room. She used a light blonde hair piece for one of her plays when she was in middle school and I think it will be just the right amount of hair to complement your look." Although I was still skeptical, I removed my shirt and began to put on the bra. It was obviously one of hers as it had big cups that would handle her large D-cup breasts. I had slipped the straps over my shoulders and was trying to figure out how to hook it up, when Kelli returned. She turned me around and quickly hooked it together. She then grabbed some pantyhose out of her dresser and filled in the cups to give me a very prominent bust. The top just pulled over, and fit snuggly on me. The white lace pattern was sheer enough so that the bra could be seen slightly through the top. The lace pattern was similar to that of the stockings and I had to admit the outfit did look pretty. It was stylish, well coordinated in color and feminine looking, even on me. Kelli then had me sit down at her vanity. She pulled my medium length hair up toward the top of my head, using bobby pins to keep it in place. The hair pierce was a mass of curls that she placed on top of my head and she again used bobby pins to keep it there. She teased out a few wispy bangs over my forehead and then completed the do, with a white and red lace ribbon. I could tell she really knew her hair styling, as she put this all together in just a couple of minutes. To finish off my look, she applied a little eye shadow, some mascara, blush, and a bright red lipstick. Just then her cell rang. It was Joe and he wondered if they needed to come back yet. She told them they had 5 minutes or so. With that she grabbed a set of red press-on nail tips and quickly put them on my fingers. The whole time I wanted to stop, but every time I raised an objection, Kelli had a ready reply. I mean this was way beyond what I had agreed to and seemed much more than what was needed for a joke. Doing my hair and using makeup didn't seem to make sense either, but she pushed on despite my concerns. I just hoped that the apron she had in mind would be full enough to cover my top. She also suggested I stand behind the cupboards in the kitchen to the left of the counter so he wouldn't see me full on at first. The other thing that worried me was changing back to my regular clothes. The meal would be ready any time and it would take me more than a few minutes to get out of all of these girl clothes, not to mention removing the makeup and hair piece. But Kelli hurried me along and ignored me when I voiced these concerns to her. When we got to the kitchen I hurriedly checked the simmering dishes. Everything was fine and the appetizers would be ready to serve when we were all together. Kelli opened a drawer and got out an apron. She had mentioned a full bib style and I had seen her wear one before when we cooked. It had a square neckline, shoulder straps that extended outward, and a skirt that hit below the knee, all in a solid white linen. But this was only a small apron which would offer little cover. She wrapped it around me and tied a bow in the back using the waist straps. Then taking a couple of small safety pins she attached the upper part to my blouse, pinning the edge right at the projections created by my padded bra. Looking at it, I could see it was not all what I had hoped for. It was a light red, which did match the trim on my skirt and top with white lace all around the edges. The top was shaped like a heart with two lobes narrowing down to a thin waist. It had a pattern of black silhouettes, including martini glasses, high heel pumps, and party hats. Ominously, it also had words in cursive scattered among the silhouettes, including hostess, celebration, party, darling, and honey. It was obviously more a decorative than functional apron and to my dismay it enhanced rather than hide my obvious feminine outfit. "Kelli, I thought we were going to use one of your bigger aprons, something with more coverage? This won't hide anything from Joe. Won't it ruin the surprise ending?" "I don't think so. He tends to speak almost automatically as he comes in. Besides, it is such a cute apron and matches your outfit perfectly. I bought it just for such an occasion; it is like the cocktail aprons wives wore in the '50s for their parties. You look great in it, too. Now just tend to the dinner, I need to go put on my good clothes." With that she slipped back down toward the master bedroom. I tried to focus on the dishes and getting stuff ready for the cocktails that I had planned on starting the dinner with. They were fancy rum drinks, two blue colored ones for the guys and two pink ones for the girls. I would serve these along with appetizers to let everyone prepare for the meal. But now I felt so nervous, I really didn't like everything that Kelli had done. The nails made it so much harder to grab a spoon or pick up a dish. And the heels and tight skirt made it necessary to take small controlled steps from the oven to the refrigerator. Plus it felt awkward working around my new fake boobs. After weeks of cooking I had become very comfortable in the kitchen, now it all seemed challenging again. Finally I heard Cathy and Joe walk up on the front porch. Kelli returned too, fashionably dressed in silky black pants and blue blouse outfit. She stood next to the counter as they entered the door. "My, that smells great! I am so hungry; I can't wait to try this meal, if it is like your earlier meals it will be wonderful. Is everything ready?" "Honey, Joe's right it smells delicious and I can't wait to see how well you've learned your lessons. By the way, I hope you don't mind an unexpected guest. When we were standing by the fence looking at the horse, Jeff drove by and stopped to talk. I knew you had made a large meal and we thought it would be gracious to invite him to stay, since he's single and didn't have other plans. That's okay isn't it?" I had been standing at the stove, with my back to them, hoping that Joe would make his expected comment. But he had said nothing sarcastic, only complimentary. That was enough to make me nervous. But, Cathy had made it worse, however, by bringing Jeff. He had been her last boyfriend before we started dating, and was one of Joe's best friends. Her breakup with him had been fiery, as he was a womanizer and quite full of himself. So, we had kind of started our relationship on the rebound from her experiences with him. She liked that I was more stable, caring, and she could trust me. I did know that I was not quite the man that Jeff was, physically at least, because he had a reputation among the guys at work as being well endowed. Not that I made a habit of checking guys out, but I had looked at his crotch once when he was near me at work and the bulge in his jeans meshed with the stories. He also bragged about pleasing married women that weren't satisfied by their husbands. The idea that he was standing behind me, with my wife, his former girlfriend, while I was dressed like a fifties housewife made me cringe; I had to turn around though to answer Cathy. I just tried to steel myself for their insults and quickly tried to think of an excuse for my appearance. "That will be fine. There is a lot of food. Hello, Jeff." I waited, but nothing was said about my appearance. It was as if I dressed this way all the time. Kelli chatted with them briefly, and then led everyone out to the porch where we had planned to eat. She indicated to me to go ahead and start my meal. I looked at her with a questioning expression, but she merely shrugged her shoulders and silently mouthed I don't know. As they left, I stood there dumbstruck. What had just happened? My wife was chatting amiably with her old boyfriend, Joe had totally dialed back his caustic wit, and not a peep had been mentioned about my totally feminine appearance. I was dazed and figured that they were just holding off and that I would get blasted once outside. So I put the drinks on a tray and took them out to the porch, serving Jeff the drink I had planned for myself. They just continued their conversation, again as if nothing were unusual. Although I couldn't understand it and was totally bewildered, I was in a way grateful that no one brought it up. Not knowing what else to do, I proceeded to serve the courses of the meal, just as I had planned. The only adjustment I made was in serving me small portions, so that there would be enough for Jeff; that is unless you count the many adjustments I made because of my new attire. Walking in the heels and tight skirt was a chore. I kept feeling like my hair piece was going to tumble off. It took all my attention to keep from bumping the tray or my friends with my new boobs as I served them. But somehow I was pulling it off. They all loved every dish, heaping compliments on me. My appearance remained unmentioned by all; to me it was like having an elephant in the room with everyone acting as if it were perfectly normal. The only adjustment seemed to be that everyone called me Honey instead of my real name. The guys chatted on about work, sports, and raving about the food, while the girls talked about celebrity gossip, the latest movies, what new fashions they hated or loved, and Joe's new horse. Cathy seemed to make a real effort to include me in the girl's conversations, especially talking about the cute new shoes she saw at the mall and how great it was that Kelli's salon was now offering waxing and spa treatments. Given my appearance, I was glad they were including me, because I had no desire to fit into the guys' conversation. Overall it was like any dinner event. I had just retrieved the dessert dishes and returned with a glass of after dinner liquors for everyone, when Jeff asked me to do him a favor. "Honey, can you tie my left shoe? Sitting on this picnic bench it is hard to get to it." He then pivoted slightly, lifted his leg out from under the table cloth, and put his shoe on the bench between where he and Cathy were sitting. I had to squat down a little to get to it and as I tied the laces, he moved a little more to the left hitting me with his knee. Because of the way I was balanced and my unfamiliarity with heels, I tumbled backwards and landed on my butt. Jeff was very apologetic, and reached for my hands to lift me up. As he grabbed them, he swung completely around, with his back to the picnic table and one leg on each side of me. As he stood to pull me up, that put my face level with his crotch. I then noticed horrified that his fly was open and his semi-erect cock was hanging out. Now I knew for sure that the gossip I had heard at work about his size was not wrong; it was easily the biggest cock I had seen, much bigger than mine. With my hands pulled upward by Jeff, I could not avoid it and he shifted closer to me so that it was virtually inches from my face. As this unfolded, and everyone saw what was happening, they all burst into laughter. Cathy was dying; she punched Jeff lightly on the shoulder and admonished him. "Jeff, that is so rude. I know you are proud of your cock, but to show it off in front of Honey is mean. Everyone knows he is not half that size, and if you are expecting her to suck it for you, then that is insulting to me." "Oh come on Cathy, you know I was just joking. I mean the way Honey's dressed and acted tonight; it is obvious he wants to be a wife. I just thought he could give me an extra after dinner treat, like a good wife would." Everyone roared again, even Kelli was laughing uncontrollably. Grinning, Cathy leaned in closer and grabbed Jeff's cock, lifting it closer to my lips. "Well you do have a good point Jeff. Honey, could do a lot worse than you for tasting her first cock. I mean you have the biggest one I know about. I had almost forgotten about how exciting your size can be when we fucked last month. If you hadn't come by and reacquainted me with it, while Honey took her cooking lessons I might not understand. Sweetheart why don't you give Jeff's cock a nice kiss. He's been good to me lately while you were busy; I've had more orgasms in the last few weeks with him than the entire time we've been married. Plus you look so sexy in your heels, skirt and apron. I mean the way you're sitting there with your legs spread and your stocking tops, garters, and panty exposed, it's as if you want Jeff to fuck you." This brought out another round of loud laughing, as I sat there stunned. Cathy had just admitted that she was fucking Jeff while I was cooking with Kelli and showed no remorse at all. Plus she was still holding his cock nearly touching my lips with it. I felt totally embarrassed and humiliated. It was obvious Kelli and Joe knew about them and she had planned on dressing me up on purpose. I had meekly gone along; just like I did when Cathy told me I should learn to cook. Cathy then looked at Kelli. "Kelli, I like the way you dressed him and you're obviously a great teacher from the way this meal tasted; do you think you can continue his lessons and show Honey how to look like a proper wife? You know, show her how to do her hair and makeup, how to keep her body smooth and sexy, and what to wear. Now that Jeff and I have patched up our sexual relationship, I would prefer that my spouse take the role of a wife rather than a husband. I liked seeing him flit around in his housewife attire, serving us dinner tonight. That makes me want to have him that way all the time; I can already picture him doing the housework in a cute little sheath dress or ironing my clothes in a floral sundress with pumps and a little ruffled apron. If you handle his attire and appearance, I think I can get him trained on the other subtleties of being a good wife." "No problem, Cathy, I enjoyed showing Honey how to cook. He took to these clothes so easily, almost eagerly; I know I can train him to wear them all the time without much work. His hair is nice and thick too; once we grow it out some, then I can easily shape it into a nice sexy hairdo. He'd look great with a wavy bob; it would be easy to achieve if he rolls his hair at night. Sounds like you'll be sleeping with Jeff more than him, so I can't imagine having Honey wear rollers to bed will bother you any. We can keep him on the same weekly schedule we used to teach him how to cook, but it shouldn't take as long. He can dress up, do his makeup, and then I'll show him how to do the little things that women have to do to be pretty. But what about the housekeeping, does he know how to do that?" "Not really, but I've already arranged that. Do you remember Beverly from our sorority? She was always so fastidious about her room. She lives over near the Westside Gallery Mall and married a nice doctor. Anyway, I ran into her a few weeks ago when I was fully finalizing my plans. She doesn't work, and when I asked about getting some help, maybe lessons on keeping a house clean and orderly, she was all excited. She told me I could come over and she'd show me what to do. Of course, I had to laugh and told her it wasn't for me, but my husband. She was a bit confused, because Jeff was with us. So I told her about you training him to be a cook and that we planned on you training him to look like a housewife as well. I asked her if I sent him to her, could she make him into an efficient little housekeeper. She smiled, and asked if he would be in pants or dresses. We both laughed when I told her I imagined him in dresses, heels, and a cute little apron. So she's ready to go, once we set a date. I figure after a few more weeks of you showing him how to be pretty and dainty, and then she can start." "I should have known that you would have it all planned out. I guess that takes care of just about everything." "Well just about everyting. I will need to show him how to keep the man of the house happy. He's always been wonderful with his mouth; I mean if he could fuck like he licks and kisses me down there, then I would have been totally satisfied. So, it shouldn't be difficult to teach him to suck Jeff's cock. I love having it in me, but it is so big, I'd prefer to have Honey take that chore as well. So, let's make it official. Honey, I know you have to be surprised by this turn of events, but you really have no options. I expect you to do as Kelli says and learn to look feminine and I'm sure Beverly will put you straight on household chores. I expect you to keep me happy by cleaning as well as cooking at my house. Finally, I expect you to respect Jeff's role as the new man of our house. Show him that respect now; kiss his cock. I can see you staring at it, I guess with a touch of envy as well as jealousy. Once you get use to sucking it, you'll feel much better and I'll still let you lick me too. If you do a good job, then I'll make sure you come occasionally." With that she pulled Jeff's cock forward so that it was firmly planted on my lips. My arms were still pulled up above my head and I had rocked forward so that I was kneeling in front of him. I felt totally trapped. I didn't know how it had happened but it was apparent now that I had surrendered my position as a husband and even a man. I know I had really enjoyed learning to cook and had secretly been excited when Kelli transformed me earlier. I had to admit that as a lover I lacked the physical equipment and ability that Jeff had. I could understand why Cathy would want him and even why she might want me to be a wife. But this seemed too far, too fast; but like most of my life I could not think of a comeback. No answer came to me that would reverse this course; saying no would not work, I wouldn't know what to say next. So I did what I had always done in these situations. I complied. Leaning forward I opened my lips and softly kissed the head of Jeff's cock. I knew that he wanted me to do more, so I slowly began to suck and lick it, gradually taking more of him into my mouth. I know I should have felt embarrassed, but I was overwhelmed by other feelings. First my cock was rock hard and straining against the crotch of my panties, wanting to be released from between my legs; it pulsed its approval of my actions. I could feel the sensual tug of my hose against the garters as I kneeled in front of Jeff. The tightness of the bra restricted my breathing and gripped me as if I were bound. As I breathed through my nose, I could smell not only the musky aroma of his cock, but the perfume associated with my makeup. Finally, the slickness and taste of my lipstick as I slid my lips up and down his cock was sensual beyond belief. I closed my eyes and gave in to all these erotic sensations. I heard Jeff and Cathy ask if it was good. My response was to nod my head in agreement; I knew I had finally found the proper comeback.